The First Wives Academy (bi:male domination, 42868 words)

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Sally accepted, of course, and a date was set. This weekend was Leo's pre-wedding gift to her. She gratefully accepted the gift, believing it would help her avoid the pre-marriage jitters. Now, Sally wondered what on earth was happening? Still, she either trusted her husband-to-be, or she did not. She should walk out the door and call off the wedding if she did not.

"What happens next?" Sally asked, taking the proffered tablet.

Imogen's predatory grin returned, but she replied mildly, "Two of our staff will show you to your room. I suggest you take a shower and make yourself comfortable. Then, around two, they will take you to the meet-and-greet we're hosting for all the new wives staying with us this month. You'll have the opportunity to get to know some people who may become lifelong friends."

The elevator doors opened, and two young people emerged. The first was another pneumatic-breasted, statuesque blonde. The other could have stepped off a 'Hunks in Trunks' wall calendar. The new blonde's breasts swayed deliciously as she walked, and the hunk's enormous cock, snugged into a banana hammock, bounced as he crossed the floor to Sally.

"You may play with either or both until the two o'clock get-together," Imogen said dismissively as she returned to her desk.

Sally gulped, trying to look anywhere but at the man's barely covered cock. She had little experience but knew her fiancé's dick was at least a little above average in length and girth. However, the penis before her was enormous. Sally guessed that even soft, the man's cock was at least eight inches long. She doubted her thumb and finger would meet if she took it in her hand.

Sally tore her eyes away and gasped again. She saw that the new blonde had dressed similarly to Imogen. She wore a silk micro-miniskirt with a revealing centre part. Sally looked higher and saw the woman's breasts showed through her top and that her nipples were pierced, with large gold hoops flattened against her blouse's front. Sally's eyes dropped, and she saw that the woman's labia held several gold rings. A chain zig-zagged between the rings, blocking the woman's entrance.

"Follow us," the blonde woman said, taking Sally's arm in hers and guiding her into the elevator. "You're in the presidential suites on the top floor," Blondie explained and then tittered. "Your fiancé must really love you because those suites are more than a thousand dollars a night."

Unable to understand what was happening, Sally meekly permitted the couple to guide her to her room. The elevator door opened, revealing a short hallway with doors on either side. The blonde opened the left door, leading to a spacious apartment featuring a canopied, four-poster bed. The man pulled back the curtains, exposing a panoramic view of the Gold Coast Hinterlands, with Surfers Paradise Beach visible in the distance.

Sally's bewildered mind finally noticed and read the couple's nameplates. The stacked blonde's name was Maja Pettersen. Beneath that was 'Property of Grant Pettersen'. The man's tag was attached to his banana hammock, just above his enormous cock. It read 'John Day. Property of Imogen Bailey'.

"What's with the name tags?" Sally asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"They tell you our names, silly," Maja replied.

"No," Sally corrected, shaking her head. "I mean 'the property of' that appears beneath your name."

"That informs anyone who wants to play with us about whom to contact," Maja explained.

"But what does that mean? Are you a slave? Someone's property? If Imogen belongs to Matthew, then why doesn't John also belong to him? Why does his say that he's Imogen's property?"

"Many things will become clear during your first week here," Maja said mysteriously. "For now, why don't you have a shower, and we'll prepare you for the get-together."

"I showered before I came," Sally said. "I don't need another one yet."

"You should still have one," Maja tittered. "I think you'll enjoy it." Turning away from Sally, Maja dropped to her knees, and before Sally's shocked eyes, pulled John's banana hammock aside and engulfed his entire cock in one fell swoop.

Sally fled to the bathroom. She wasn't averse to giving blowjobs. In fact, she was delighted when Leo patiently taught her how to perform one satisfactorily. Sally regularly got on her knees to give him one. However, Sally wasn't comfortable with people having sex before an audience, and she refused when her fiancé indicated that he wanted to film them fucking.

Sally stripped and turned on the shower. She stepped in once it reached her preferred temperature, luxuriating in the warmth and the cascading water. She noticed several buttons and pressed the top one, curious about their functions. The first button activated side jets that ran along the full length of the shower walls and gently sprayed water over her entire body. Sally loved that feature, so she pressed the second button. That one transformed the cascading flow into near jets. Sally thought they would feel good if she were stiff and sore, but they only hurt at the moment. She pressed it again, and the water returned to a cascading fall.

The third button made the water pulse. Part of the cascade turned off before the bit still on turned off, and the off part came back on. Sally cared little for that feature either and returned it to cascading. The fourth button directed a thick jet of water directly onto her ass and pussy. Sally jumped and twisted it off. But then she wondered how it felt and turned them back on. She looked for the jet on the front wall and saw she could adjust it. Sally redirected the stream until it hit her clit directly. Then she backed up until the rear jet sprayed onto her little dark star.

'OMG!' Sally silently gasped as the twin spouts swiftly drove her to a climax. 'I might marry this shower instead,' she thought as she pinched her tiny, conical nipples and orgasmed. Sally gave herself another one before she reluctantly exited the shower, hoping the two assistants, or whatever they were, were gone.

Sally looked for her clothes, but they were gone. Wrapping the towel around her skinny, flat-chested body, she stepped out of the bathroom, looking for her dress, bra, and panties. Instead of finding them, she saw John on his knees between Maja's thighs, licking her pussy.

Maja grinned, unconcerned about Sally's presence. "Did you enjoy the shower?"

"Yes," Sally said primly. "Where are my clothes?"

"You don't need them until it's time to go home," Maja panted as she held John to her pussy. "I laid out your outfit for today. You'll find similar ones in the drawers beside the bed." Maja groaned as she orgasmed on John's tongue. She pushed him away and asked, "Would you like John to go down on you? He's pretty damned good. I'd recommend him."

"I'm about to get married!" Sally screeched, unable to believe that Maja would make the offer.

"So?" Maja shrugged as she stood and adjusted her clothing back toward decency. "I'm married to Grant, but that doesn't mean I can't play with a willing partner."

"You can cheat on your husband as much as you want," Sally hissed. "At least until he catches you and tosses your slutty ass onto the streets. Me? I'll remain faithful to my fiancé and husband forever."

"It's not cheating if your husband allows and wants you to play," Maja shrugged. "Grant plays with my permission as well."

"What kind of marriage is that?" Sally asked with disgust. "If you want to fuck around, you should stay single."

"It's the kind of marriage your husband wants. That's why he sent you to us," Maja explained, looking at Sally intensely. "We will train you to be the best wife you can be, which will occasionally mean bringing home lovers for your husband to enjoy. Sometimes, he will want to watch you play with another woman, occasionally with a man, and he will regularly expect you to accept that he's found someone he wants to fuck.

"You will learn that his actions do not show he loves you any less, just as your casual lovers do not mean that you do not love him. Both of you will willingly derive pleasure from others while remaining intimately devoted to each other. That is the essence of true love—wanting nothing but your partner's happiness. That is what you will learn, or you will not reach your wedding day."

Sally stared at Maja, gobsmacked. She didn't know what to think, but she had to admit that even after her twin orgasms in the shower, she remained sexually excited. Thinking furiously, Sally pulled the skirt laid out on the bed. She wasn't surprised to find it had a middle part that exposed her hairy pussy.

Sarah Alberts.

Sarah shifted on the limousine's seat, trying to ensure she didn't flash her panties at the driver. She regretted going for a dress so short, but she knew her fiancé, Adam, loved watching her voluptuous bottom jiggle in them. He loved it most when she shaved her pussy and went pantyless. Unfortunately, pulling her dress hem down threatened to expose her enormous tits. Sighing, Sarah held the hem down and tried to stretch the top up. The hem slid from her fingers, pulling up and flashing her panties to the driver, who, fortunately, wasn't watching.

Sarah wondered why someone who wanted to marry her also wanted her to showcase her generous assets to others. From the day they began dating, Adam encouraged Sarah to flirt with other people. He didn't care if it was a man or a woman, although he oddly preferred her to flirt with men. Sarah sighed, realising that her fiancé was also a perpetual flirt. He found Sarah's occasional bursts of jealousy amusing, telling her if she were confident in his love, she would know he would always return to her.

Then, last night, Adam encouraged her to go home with a man who consistently asked her to dance. "Why?" Sarah seethed. "Do you want me to fuck him so you have an excuse to dump me? Well? You don't need an excuse; just dump me and get it over with!"

"No, silly," Adam laughed. "I want you to marry me, but I also want you to keep having fun. Imagine the fun we can enjoy together if you just loosen up a little."

"Was that a proposal, buster?" Sarah snarled. "If it was, it sucked!"

She left with the man and spent the night fucking him. He was still in her bed when Adam phoned this morning. Fully expecting to be dumped, Sarah answered her phone.

Bright and chipper, Adam said, "I've got coffee and breakfast, and I'm on my way to your place. Send your lover home, and I'll see you soon."

Feeling confused and overwhelmed, Sarah woke her overnight guest and sent him home. She quickly took a shower and used a douche. Sarah had barely finished getting dressed when Adam knocked on her door. He moved the tray aside to kiss her cheek and asked cheerily, "Did you have fun?"

"He was okay," Sarah admitted, confusedly following Adam to her dining room table.

"That's a shame," Adam replied, setting out their bacon and eggs meal. He handed Sarah a paper cup filled with coffee. "He certainly talked a big game, so I hoped he'd put you through your paces and you'd greet me bow-legged this morning."

"You don't care that you kind of asked me to marry you, and then I spent the night fucking someone else?" Sarah disbelievingly asked.

"Should I?" Adam queried. "I want to marry you, not be your slave master. True love involves wanting the best for your partner, and forcing them to only make love to you for the rest of their lives seems like a recipe for divorce to me." He looked at her and added, "Eat. We have much to discuss." He popped a forkful of bacon and eggs into his mouth.

Sarah accused, "I suppose you got rid of me so you could fuck that skinny bitch who was all over you at the club?"

"Skinny, salad-eating bitches do nothing for me," Adam replied dismissively. "I like my women to have some meat on their bones. Something I can hold on to as I pound their tight pussies or asses. You fit my profile perfectly because you're staunch without being fat. Your boobs and ass bounce when you walk, but nothing else does. You have no idea how damned sexy that is! Besides, a woman who doesn't enjoy her food rarely enjoys sex. I've seen that correlation way too often to bother dating a skinny slut."

Shocked, Sarah asked, "You went home alone?"

"Yes," Adam replied. He gestured for Sarah to eat.

Sarah sighed and said confusedly, "I don't know what to think about that." She ate autonomically, not thinking about eating, and considering what her boyfriend said. She asked, "If I want you to take me to bed and fuck me, will you?"

"With great delight and gusto," Adam said and grinned. "Why? Do you need a good fucking?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Sarah said. She was still confused.

Adam stood, grabbed Sarah's wrist, and dragged her to her room. Ignoring the mussed sheets and the heavy smell of sex in the air, Adam lay her on her bed and went down on her. Sarah was amazed. She knew she'd douched and that he wouldn't have to eat her lover's cum out of her pussy, but Adam couldn't have known that. Sarah was gobsmacked that, given he knew another man had fucked her earlier, he'd go down on her so eagerly.

Sarah guiltily recalled that she hadn't even asked her previous night's lover his name. But whatever his name was, he wasn't a patch on Adam. Sarah barely managed one minor orgasm for the entire night, and that was from using her fingers when she rode him cowgirl fashion. Adam already had her on the cusp of a climax, and when he slid his finger into her tight vulva and rubbed it over her G-spot, Sarah crested, screaming her delight to the ceiling. She orgasmed again before Adam covered her curvy body with his leanly muscled one and drove his meaty 7-inch cock into her dripping gash.

Sarah wrapped her stocky thighs around Adam's hips and rammed her pussy up to meet his inward thrust. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Fuck me until I scream your name!"

So, Adam did. He pounded Sarah as if he wanted to drive her ass through the bed. He moved onto his knees and pushed her legs back and apart. Then, holding her voluptuous ass off the mattress, Adam rammed his thick cock into her drooling gash with all the force he could muster. He powerfully fucked her until Sarah moaned, "Fill me. Please. I can't take any more. Fill your girl's cunt with cum."

Relaxing the firm control he held over his throbbing cock, Adam slammed his hips forward and buried the entire length of his thick member into his girlfriend. With his cock's head lodged close to Sarah's cervix, Adam roared as he spat voluminous quantities of his baby-making batter onto Sarah's cervical canal. He finally stopped after eight or nine cum spasms and collapsed onto his side, pulling Sarah after him. They slept.

Sometime later, Sarah woke up when she felt Adam slide out of bed. She opened her eyes and saw him holding her hand as he knelt on one knee before her. With her heart pounding, Sarah waited as Adam removed a small box from his pants pocket and opened it with one hand. Showing her the enormous ring, Adam asked, "Sarah Alberts, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" Sarah squealed, grabbing the ring from the box and putting it on. She held her hand to the light and admired the sizable diamond on her finger. Looking at Adam with delight, Sarah exclaimed, "It's enormous!"

Adam glanced down at his groin and replied, "Aww, it's not that big."

"Not that, silly," Sarah giggled, slapping Adam's shoulder. "Although it is the biggest I've had inside me."

"Meaning you've seen bigger ones outside of you?" Adam teased.

Sarah blushed and muttered, "You're so mean!" She got up to open the curtains so she could see better.

Adam seized the opportunity to remove an envelope from his jacket's inner pocket. He handed it to Sarah. She opened the package, anticipating it might contain flight tickets to an exotic destination. Her breath caught upon seeing the paper's heading.

The heading read, "The First Wives Academy." Beneath that was written, "Dear Sarah, we are confirming your booking for Friday, 22nd March 2025. We look forward to welcoming you to our facility. We believe your stay with us will be both positive and productive. All the instructions you need to make the best use of our services are attached. Check-in is between 10:00 a.m. and 12 noon. See you then. Best wishes, The First Wives Academy."

"What's this?" Sarah asked wonderingly.

"Precisely what it says," Adam replied, grinning. "It's an academy that will teach you all you need to know to be the best wife and person you can be."

"I don't need that," Sarah insisted.

"I think you do, and I want you to attend," Adam said firmly. "It's only for a month, and what's that when we will be married for decades?"

"Is there one for first husbands?" Sarah asked disparagingly.

"Yes," Adam replied. "I attended when I decided I wanted you for my wife."

Sarah asked curiously, "And what things did you learn?"

"How to be the best husband I can be for you," Adam said, smiling.

"I suppose, then," Sarah said. "But wait. This is for today."

"Yes, it is," Adam replied, still grinning. "The limo will arrive shortly to pick you up. It's nearly a ninety-minute drive to the Academy, and you don't want to be late."

"OMG! What do I wear? What do I take? What about my work?"

"Something sexy so I can admire your gorgeous tits and ass as you walk out the door and get in the limo," Adam replied, chuckling. "Other than that—two pairs of bras and knickers, and a box of tampons because you'll be there a month. I took care of your workplace this morning. They know you will be absent for a month and may not wish to return."

"Why wouldn't I want to go back?" Sarah asked.

"Ask me after the month is up," Adam said, smiling.

Sarah had a swift shower, douched, dressed in something sexy so he could admire her tits and ass, and then packed the items Adam suggested into a small bag. She had barely finished when the limo driver tooted from the driveway. Sarah kissed her fiancé and then reluctantly got into the limo. She left, hoping she hadn't somehow joined a cult or wasn't about to be sold into slavery.

Holding her small bag, Sarah exited the limo and walked to the dark oak door. She pushed on it, finding it didn't open. Shrugging, Sarah used the brass knocker. She shrugged again when the door opened of its own accord and walked inside. Sarah gasped at the room's opulence, but resolutely walked to the reception desk.

"Name?" The woman behind the desk asked disinterestedly. Sarah provided her name, and according to her name tag, Imogen—the woman behind the desk—flicked through the tablets until she found Sarah's. After comparing it against her computer's information, Imogen smiled and said, "Yes, Sarah. Your fiancé has paid for the executive package. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay in our facility immensely, especially since you have a private room for the duration. " Imogen handed the tablet to Sarah.

Unsure what to do next, Sarah stared about. Imogen walked around the desk and across to Sarah. Sarah gaped, becoming fully aware of the woman's immense breasts for the first time. Sarah was at least a Double-D cup and thought Imogen was at least a cup-and-a-half above that. Her eyes dropped to the woman's exposed snatch, and her eyes widened. Imogen's clitoral hood and clit were fully displayed, their piercings blatantly apparent. Wondering again if she hadn't accidentally joined a sex cult, Sarah considered fleeing. She hoped that the limo driver hadn't left yet.

Handing Sarah her tablet, Imogen explained, "A couple will arrive shortly to guide you to your rooms on the third floor. Only full-package suites are above you, which perhaps indicates how important you are to your fiancé."

"What's the difference?" Sarah asked, trying to find a way to break Imogen's intense gaze.

"The courses are exactly the same," Imogen explained. "It's just that the full-package suites are larger and more richly furnished. They also offer, shall we say, a more personalised service?"

The elevator doors opened. Turning to observe, Sarah's mouth fell open when a dark-haired woman whose breasts possibly exceeded Imogen's exited. Sarah's eyes dropped, and she saw that the woman's skirt, similar to Imogen's, left her pussy entirely bare. A large gold ring held the woman's clitoral hood back from her clitoris, leaving it exposed.

The pneumatic-breasted newcomer walked halfway across the room before Sarah's fascinated eyes shifted to the male accompanying her. The man's oiled, muscular body wetted Sarah's pussy, and her eyes dropped lower. "Oh!" Sarah gasped when she saw the man's barely covered, enormous wang. Adam's dick was by far the biggest that Sarah had seen firsthand, but she thought this man's exceeded Adam's in length and girth. Her wetness turned to outright arousal.

Sarah finally saw the academy staff's name tags. She'd read Imogen's partially, but now she noticed the second line, "Property of Matthew Bailey." She turned her wondering eyes to the dark-haired woman's tag. The woman's name read "Lena Johansson. Property of Graham Johansson." Gulping because she knew reading his tag meant staring at the man's enormous todger, Sarah read, "Paul Patrick. Property of Imogen Bailey." Despite herself, Sarah's eyes lingered on Paul's bulging cock.

Imogen shared a surreptitious wink with Paul before she said, "Lena and Paul will take you to your suite. Feel free to use them in any way you wish until the 2:00 p.m. get-together."

Sarah recalled her discussion with Adam before getting into the limo, and her eyes gleamed. Lena and Paul took her elbows and guided her into the elevator, then down the hall to her rooms. The passageway was roughly the same length as the floor above, but there were four separate doors to four suites this time, unlike the two above.

"You should use the shower," Lena offered after opening the suite's door and letting Sarah inside.

"I had one before getting in the limo," Sarah explained.

"Even so," Lena shrugged as she knelt and removed Paul's G-string briefs, exposing his swiftly swelling, enormous cock. Sarah gasped as Lena swallowed the entire thing without apparent effort. Sarah licked her lips, wondering if she could manage a similar feat. She reluctantly went to the bathroom because she wasn't sure if kneeling beside Lena and trying to swallow Paul's cock was acceptable.

Sarah looked around the gleaming bathroom, amazed by its size and splendour. She thought the shower stall would fit at least two people and probably more if those involved didn't mind being close. She turned the water on and undressed while she waited for it to warm. When it was ready, Sarah stepped under the generous spout. She briefly wondered about the required water pressure to have such a broad, long showerhead cascading with so much water.

Spotting the removable shower head, Sarah took it down. She looked for the tap to change the flow to the hand nozzle and saw only a button on the wall instead. She pressed it and squealed as cold water briefly flowed from the handheld showerhead. Examining it, she saw the button and depressed it. The cascade shifted from the fat nozzles to the thinner ones, increasing the water pressure. Preferring the softer stream, Sarah pressed again, thinking it would revert. Instead, the water centred onto four thin nozzles in the head's centre and came out even faster.

Sarah looked at it consideringly before she grinned. Spreading her labia, Sarah pulled her clitoral hood back and let the jets play over her entrance and clitoris. 'OMG, that feels good,' Sarah thought, stifling her arousal groans. She placed the showerhead between her voluptuous thighs, holding it so that it played over her clit. Then, she eased two fingers into her pussy and stroked her G-spot as she thumbed her button. Revelling in how it felt, Sarah enjoyed two intense back-to-back orgasms before she held her entrance open and hosed her cream out.

After drying off, Sarah looked around, only to find her clothes were gone. She wrapped the towel around her lush assets and exited the bathroom. Paul lay on the bed on his back with Lena on top. They were in a classical sixty-nine. Seeing Sarah leave the bathroom, Lena let Paul's cock out of her mouth with a theatrical slurp and offered it to Sarah.

Sarah was tempted to straddle Paul's reclined body and take it into her sweltering cunt, but was afraid to act that slutty after only a few hours of accepting Adam's proposal. Instead, Instead, she leant over and gobbled Paul's enormous wang down. She was delighted, and a little surprised, when her lips hit Paul's waxed abdomen. Sarah had swallowed all of Adam's lengthy cock but didn't know once you've conquered your gag reflex, until a cock long enough to reach your oesophagus enters your mouth, you won't have any problems with gagging. Paul's cock almost went there, but not quite.

Sarah bobbed her head, trying to make Paul cum, but her wanton needs were too much. Sarah's hands were between her legs as she thumbed her clit. Eventually, her sexually hyper-charged mind thought, 'Fuck it!' She climbed onto the bed, straddled Paul, and guided his enormous todger into her dripping gash. "Oh, fuck, that's good," Sarah groaned as Paul's dick opened her slutty passage up and glided up to bang against her cervix. She placed her hands in the middle of Paul's chest for balance and then rode him like a bucking bronco.

Lena slipped off the bed and circled behind Sarah. She climbed up behind her and pressed her massive rack against Sarah's back. Lena cupped Sarah's heavy Double-D cups and kissed where Sarah's neck met her shoulder. Beyond the kissing games she played with her girlfriends at high school, Sarah hadn't played with a woman before. It wasn't disgust or even indifference to the idea of same-sex sex that prevented Sarah from enjoying a Sapphic relationship; it had been simply a lack of opportunity. Now that one was presented, she would not miss the opportunity. Sarah leaned her head back and moaned, enjoying Lena's hands on her grapefruit-sized breasts.

While squeezing, twisting, and pinching Sarah's nipples, Lena slid her hand across Sarah's rounded tummy and onto her shaved clit. She fingered Sarah's button as she whispered encouragement into Sarah's ear. "Ride him, honey. Ride that big cock like the devil himself was after you." So, she did!

The twin stimulations on her nipples and clit, merging pleasure with pain, added to the same combination in her tight, slippery quim. Paul's cock bounced off Sarah's cervix at the bottom of every plunge. That pain mingled together with the sweet sensation of an enormous cock pulling her clit against it and rubbing on her G-spot. Either of these sensations on their own would have tossed Sarah from her climactic peak. Combined, they sent her into the stratosphere. She came so hard that Lena had to hold her to prevent Sarah from toppling off the bed.

Sarah's eyes opened, and she smiled up at Paul. She lay on her back with Lena's cunt poised above her mouth. Paul had his enormous woody buried deep in her pussy, and he gently rocked back and forth, gently driving Sarah back towards her crest. Sarah looked higher and licked her lips, anticipating tasting Lena's dripping juices. Lena giggled and lowered her pussy onto Sarah's lips.

Servicing Lena's sopping pussy increased Sarah's arousal, and her hips waved to meet Paul's thrusts. Soon, he pounded her just as hard as he could. He scampered beside Sarah towards an immense climax. He felt the staunch woman's cunt pulse around his shaft and knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.

"May I cum in you?" Paul panted.

"Do it!" Sarah hissed and then screamed as Paul ejaculated directly onto her cervical canal opening. Feeling his sperm spraying inside her ignited Sarah's passion, and she screamed again as another thunderous orgasm blasted through her. A third hit when Lena moaned, came, and squirted over Sarah's lips and face.

Lena and Paul cuddled Sarah between them until she returned to her version of normalcy. Then they helped her back into the bathroom and shower. Paul washed Sarah's back and legs, paying particular attention to her dark star. Sarah shuddered, knowing he wanted to fuck her in there. She thought she'd probably let him, but not now. Now, she felt guilty for fucking around on Adam, despite that he seemed to want her to.

Mia Walker.

Mia Walker strode through the academy's door like she did everything: Bold, forthright, and with absolute confidence that she was the hottest chick in the vicinity. Mia's surgically enhanced breasts were her most obvious attribute, quickly followed by her collagen-enhanced lips, surgically altered nose, and tattooed eyebrows. Not happy with being a natural eight, Mia had spent thousands of dollars enhancing her features until she was an undeniable ten. Even Mia's hips had been widened using the excess fat from her thighs. It was a shame that all of her enhancements hadn't altered her attitude.

At just under six feet tall, Mia's long, shapely legs whisked together as her stocking tops rubbed against each other while she crossed the foyer to the desk. Mia faltered slightly when she saw the beautiful blonde receptionist. 'No way those tits are real,' Mia thought, feeling reassured that her E-cups mirrored the woman's.

"Name?" asked the receptionist, Imogen Bailey, according to her name tag, in a brusque manner. She already disliked the plastic surgeon's wet dream seated before her.

"Mia Walker," Mia replied haughtily.

Imogen searched through the few remaining tablets until she found Mia's. She compared the details on the home screen with those on her computer. They matched, so Imogen walked around the desk to hand it to Mia.

Mia's eyes dropped to the woman's exposed, pierced pussy and thought, 'What kind of slut walks around her workplace showing her cunt off?' Mia dragged her eyes high enough to take the tablet.

"Your fiancé purchased the gold package," Imogen explained. "Your rooms are on the second floor. I'll have a porter show you to them. You may play with him until the 2:00 p.m. get-together."

"I understood I was getting the presidential package," Mia said forcefully, refusing to take the tablet. "There must be some mistake."

Imogen returned to her desk to check her screen. She compared the information on both screens and then searched for the original booking. "Ah, yes. I see," Imogen said. "Your fiancé did indeed request the presidential package, but he balked at the $1,000 per day cost. He was then offered the executive bundle, but he decided that at $800 per day, even that was too much. Joshua concluded that the gold package was suitable for his and your needs."

"What are the key differences between the packages?" Mia asked.

"The daily activities are precisely the same," Imogen explained drily. "The difference is the level of accommodation and the amount of personal service. The gold package gives you around the same level of service as an upmarket hotel, so you'll hardly be suffering."

"I demand an upgrade," Mia insisted. "I will settle for an executive suite."

"I believe we have one still available," Imogen said. "Thirty days at an extra three hundred dollars per day is $9,000. Will that be card or bank transfer?"

"That's not acceptable," Mia grated. "I demand you upgrade me for free."

"That's not happening," Imogen said dismissively. "Your options are to check in or leave. Which will it be?"

"I'll take it," Mia replied, snatching the tablet from the desk. Mia recalled that Imogen said she could 'play with the porter' until the get-together. She planned to do just that to get back at Joshua.

The elevator doors opened, and an older, less than physically fit, mid-forties man wearing a cheap suit exited. 'No way I'm fucking that!' Mia immediately thought. She considered her options and realised she had a few, but none that appealed. Mia held no illusions that she could do any better than Joshua.

Mia had ruthlessly pursued rich men from the moment she turned eighteen and learned she could trade her body for 'As' from her university professors. She had captured many older men, but none with the wealth or earning capacity she desired. Mia sought a man who was generationally wealthy, ideally a Packer or a Murdoch. Otherwise, she was looking for someone who earned a high six-figure or low seven-figure salary.

She continued to discard her conquests, climbing her way up the social ladder and seeking a wealthier, preferably older, lover whom she could control. Then, Mia would get pregnant by him so quickly that it would make his head spin. She would follow that with two more children and then decide if she could tolerate him until his passing. Divorce was the obvious alternative: divorce and a substantial settlement, along with significant child support.

The problem was that she was now thirty-five and on the downward slide. In her men's vernacular, she was a depreciating asset. They'd still fuck her, but marriage offers became increasingly rare. Now, instead of her next conquest being wealthier and more established, they were poorer and worse off. Mia settled. Not that marrying a mid-fifties, multi-millionaire widower was 'settling' for most women. It's just that Joshua, despite his wealth, was quite frugal. He had four children by his deceased wife, and he wanted to leave most of his assets to them when he died. Mia would fix that by 'accidentally' getting pregnant.

The elevator doors opened, and Mia followed the man to room 203. She entered and observed a fairly simple hotel room setup. She opened the curtains to reveal a grassy slope. The building had been carved into a steep hill facing east. Although there was a small balcony, the rooms on this side overlooked what remained of the hill. The upper-story rooms were situated above the hill's crest and offered views over the Gold Coast hinterland. The room on the right, where Sally was staying, faced east toward the coast, while the other looked toward Australia's interior.

"You may leave," Mia said dismissively.

"Certainly, Ms. Walker," the porter replied, bowing. "I shall return at 1:55 to guide you to the meeting room." The porter hesitated, suspecting that Mia hadn't read her tablet and wouldn't. Knowing he'd regret it, he said, "There's a dress code for outside your rooms, Ma'am. You might want to check what it is. You'll find the appropriate items in the drawers beside your bed." The porter almost ran from the room, escaping before Mia could read it and blow her top.

"Whatever," Mia said, not really listening and thinking about her situation instead.

Mia accepted her invitation to the academy because Joshua insisted he would not marry her until she had. Mia knew that in terms of an acceptably wealthy lifestyle, Joshua was pretty much her last throw of the dice. Her next step would be to attempt an Anna Nicole Smith and go after a childless billionaire who was near death.

Kylie Robinson.

"You'll be fine," Mark Jacobs told his fiancée. "It's a month at a Gold Coast Hinterland retreat. Isn't that what all you girls wish for?"

"Not on my own," Kylie squeaked. "We've only just gotten engaged. Why are you sending me away for a month? Don't you want to be with me?"

"I want to be with you forever," Mark replied soothingly. "That's why I asked you to marry me. It's also why I want you to take the first wives course. You'll understand why once you've completed it. You'll make friends who will be in your life for good. You'll forge connections that will enrich your life in ways you cannot comprehend. Now, Kylie, stop arguing with me and get changed. The limo will be here soon."

Kylie, who intended to remain a virgin until her marriage, reluctantly changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She put on her sneakers and gathered the few items Mark had told her to bring. Looking in the bag, she remarked, "If I'm staying for a month, I'll need more than two bras and panties."

"No, you won't," Mark said, smiling. He knew full well that his fiancée would only wear the academy-approved outfit—a micro-miniskirt with a wide vee at its front and a top that would reveal vast amounts of her cleavage and leave her belly button exposed. He expected Kylie would sport a belly button ring when she returned, and probably several others, in less obvious places.

A honk sounded from their driveway, and Kylie kissed her fiancé before she reluctantly stepped outside and entered the waiting limo. Kylie's heart fluttered as the limo drove her to the academy. She knew she loved Mark from almost the moment they'd met. Mark, who was twelve years older than Kylie and the son of a mining magnate, was a black belt at her Jiu-jitsu school. Kylie, who feared being rxxed, decided taking self-defence classes was the best way to overcome her fears.

There were good reasons for Kylie to be afraid. Her mother told of her rxxe by the boy she allowed to take her to the school formal. Kylie's older sister was the victim of a date-rxxe drug. She knew the world was full of bad people and swore she'd never be one of their victims. The moment that Mark helped her adjust her gi and tie it correctly, Kylie was in love. She blushed and smiled whenever he looked her way.

Mark felt the same way. When he touched Kylie's gi to place it properly and correct how it was tied, he felt something akin to an electric shock jump from her, straight to his groin. Only years of self-discipline prevented his fat, seven-inch cock from tenting his trouser front. Mark spent the rest of the lesson surreptitiously examining the young student. He put her age at less than twenty, and her maturity as even less than that. But she had a refreshing innocence, which Mark found almost irresistible.

Mark was too young to appreciate the intense desire that red-blooded Australian males had for Kylie Minogue during her peak popularity. However, he realised that this young woman bore a striking resemblance to the woman affectionately known as the singing budgie. Mark invited her to join him for dinner after class the following week, and they'd barely been apart since.

He told his mother and father of his wish to marry the young woman. Mark Senior and Katherine, his mother, were ecstatic that he'd finally met someone he wanted to wed. Katherine suspected her only son was gay, and although she had no problem with that, she wanted grandchildren to spoil. Mark Senior still hoped for another heir to his growing fortune. They sent him to The First Husbands Academy—a brother academy to The First Wives one. Mark returned with a much deeper understanding of his parents and a new-found respect for his father.

Mark Senior welcomed his son home with a grin and a firm handshake. Mark Senior's pucker clenched, remembering his month at the academy. Marks Senior and Junior learned invaluable lessons at the academy. Mainly, that love was love and sex was just sex. Sex without love was great, and love without sex was possible, but sex with love was a gift from God and should never be wasted.

During his stay, Mark also realised that he didn't want to marry a virgin. However, he knew he couldn't tell Kylie this because she viewed giving him her virginity as the greatest gift she could offer. Mark wished for Kylie to understand that she could share herself with others, both male and female, and it wouldn't alter his love for her.

Like his parents, Mark believed that sexual fidelity to one person placed a ridiculous constraint on a marriage. His family controlled billions in cash and stocks. Temptation would continuously come his way, and Mark was aware that he wasn't always strong enough to resist.

He needed Kylie to understand that even if he might sleep with a hundred different lovers, his love for her remained steadfast and true. Her month at the academy would help her realise this, and she would return to him no longer a virgin, but experienced and confident in the physical aspects of showing love. Mark couldn't wait.

Kylie looked back at her fiancé through the limo's rear window until the limo turned a corner and he was gone. She closed her eyes, remembering how close she'd come to jumping his bones. Kylie was no stranger to self-love, often spending many hours pleasuring herself as she fantasised about the people around her. But with her sister and mother being rxxe victims, Kylie feared letting a man get too close to her. Her mother's and sister's experiences taught her to be distrustful of men. However, her recalcitrant imagination and body caused her to fantasise about giving herself to a man.

Some of her fears came from her fantasies. Kylie recognised that. Her fantasies were often dark and involved things considered taboo in polite society. Kylie often imagined being made to service a dominant, lipstick lesbian woman, who would use her strap-on to devirginise her holes—taking her vaginal and anal virginities. Another favourite fantasy was being taken in the ass roughly by Mark. Kylie feared these dark imaginings meant she wanted to be rxxed. She hoped to learn more about herself during her month at the academy.

The limo exited the Pacific Highway at Oxenford and turned towards The Gold Coast Hinterland. Kylie looked out the window as the car moved smoothly through the switchbacks, as they climbed towards the summit of the range between Oxenford and Jimboomba. Towards the top, the road levelled out, and an immense, four-story, river stone façade building hove into view. Kylie had never been this way before, and wondered who had the money to build such a property.

The limo turned off the road and stopped at the gatekeeper's cottage. The driver and guard exchanged pleasantries as the guard confirmed Kylie's identity. The wait allowed Kylie to look across the manicured lawns and gardens that surrounded the building. She wasn't a landscaper, but Kylie guessed each side of the building had lawns and gardens of approximately half-an-acre outside it. Her eyes switched to the building as the limo circled the driveway to the front door. Sally, who dreamed of touring the older parts of the Britain and the United Kingdom, realised the building was built to resemble a Tudor Castle, with the façade appearing to have corner towers.

The Limo pulled up at the front door, and Kylie got out when the driver opened her door. She stared at the massive black oak door before examining the steel gates that could be closed across it. She smiled, realising that when they were closed, they would resemble a portcullis. Kylie used the knocker and entered when the door opened.

Imogen watched the tiny, mousy-looking woman furtively across to her desk. She examined the woman's figure, realising that although the woman was petite, she had a banging body. Imogen looked forward to seeing the changes a month in the academy would bring to the young woman.

"Name?" Imogen asked, affecting disinterest as usual.

"Kylie Robinson," Kylie squeaked nervously.

Her name matched the last tablet Imogen had. Imogen smiled when she read that Kylie's fiancé had booked her into the second presidential suite, across from Sally. Imogen suspected it wouldn't be long before the cleaning staff would only need to make one bed. She walked around her desk to greet her last guest and to give her the tablet.

Kylie's eyes dropped to Imogen's extensive breasts before widening when they went lower. Imogen's husband, Matthew, had dropped by earlier. He'd casually bent her over the desk and fucked her vigorously until Imogen had several orgasms. Then she knelt and accepted his gift down her throat before returning to her duties. Imogen's nipples and cunt showed her current arousal.

Neither of Imogen's male slaves had returned from escorting their guests to their rooms, so Imogen's needs remained rampant. She hoped that Sally and Sarah hadn't drained them too much and that they still had enough left to quench her desires.

She addressed Kylie. "Your fiancé has purchased the presidential suite for you. Ms Robinson, for him to authorise that kind of expenditure, he must love you very much. I hope you appreciate that."

Kylie didn't know where to look. She'd seen the enormous-breasted woman's exposed pussy, and her mind registered the woman's clitoral piercings, but she didn't want to stare. Nor did she want to consider what Imogen's piercings meant. She automatically feared that Mark wanted her to get some done.

Kylie looked away, but then the elevator doors opened, and a virtually naked man and a woman dressed similar to Imogen emerged. Kylie gaped at the man's enormous cock. She'd studied Mark's bulge surreptitiously, unaware if his package was average or not. The near-naked man's wang made her wonder if her fiancé was undersized. Kylie was glad of it, if he were, because she couldn't comprehend how Mark's dick could fit inside her. Her body cringed, imagining trying to accept the banana hammock-wearing man's.

"This is Lars and Mila," Imogen said, introducing the pair. "They will lead you to your suite and assist you in preparing for the 2:00 p.m. get-together."

Looking anywhere other than the barely concealed tits and cock surrounding her, Kylie focused on the pair's name tags. Mila's read, "Mila Andersson. Property of Per Andersson." Lars' read, "Lars Lindberg. Property of Imogen Bailey."

Kylie followed Lars and Mila into the elevator. She'd suspected that Mark was wealthier than he admitted, but did not know how rich he and his family were. That he'd lay out so much for her to spend a month at this facility warmed her heart even more. Kylie decided to approach this month like she approached her university degree. She'd study and work harder than any other student to show him how much she appreciated what he'd done.

The elevators opened, and Kylie's eyes widened as she took in the expensively carpeted hallway and the rich furnishings that adorned it. She gasped when Mila opened the door and welcomed her into the suite. "This must cost a fortune," Kylie exclaimed. Coming from a solidly middle-class family, Kylie lived in a lovely four-bedroom house in a decent suburb. While they couldn't afford a Mercedes or a BMW, her parents drove cars that were less than two years old. After four years, Kylie received her mother's car, and her brother, Max, got their father's. However, the wealth required to pay for thirty days in a room like this was far beyond what she and her family could manage together.

"You should take a shower and change," Mila said before she dropped onto her back on the bed. Lars knelt between her legs, pushed Mila's knees back and apart and lowered his mouth onto her pussy. Kylie gulped and fled into the bathroom.

Kylie didn't know what she had to change into, but Mila and Lars' erotic display had her virgin pussy frothing, and she was afraid of what she'd do if she remained to watch. Kylie stared at the shower, wonderingly. It was huge, with an enormous overhead nozzle, and she suspected it would pour water like rain on the person beneath it. Kylie spotted the chrome side plates and realised water would spray from there, too. She turned the tap on and waited until it reached a temperature she was comfortable with. Then Kylie stripped and stepped under it.

The shower was a walk-in type shower with the floor slightly sunken, so the water remained in the area. Like Sally, Kylie tried the various buttons to figure out what she liked. Kylie enjoyed the stinging nettles, so she also turned the side nozzles to the setting. She luxuriated under their forceful, massaging flow for quite some time, turning back and forth so they caressed every part of her. The second time she turned to face the side panels, a stream hit her clit. Kylie gasped and turned aside before turning back guiltily.

Kylie held still until she achieved a minor climax before she tried another button. The water pulsed along the upper spout and up and down the panels. Although she thought it would be a great way to rinse off, she didn't think much of the program. Kylie tried the fourth button, but, being a little shorter than the previous occupant, the streams hit her pelvis and tailbone. It was uncomfortable, so she quickly turned it off. Curious about why the streams were directed where they were, Kylie bent over and examined the jet on the front wall. Realising it could be adjusted and recalling how the smaller stream felt on her clit, Kylie turned it back on and adjusted the stream until it hit her button.

'OMG!' Kylie gasped in her mind. She quickly turned to see if the jet on the back wall adjusted, too. It could be, but when she bent over to shift it, the first stream jetted directly into her anus. The sudden intense stimulation on her dark star made Kylie scream and straighten up. However, Kylie's most common masturbation fantasies revolved around someone tonguing her chocolate starfish, so she bent over again and backed up until the jet sprayed directly onto her rosebud. Then she bent over and adjust the second stream until it hit her clit.

'OMG!' She inwardly gasped again. Only a few seconds later, Kylie had to brace herself as a massive orgasm rushed through her body and weakened her legs. She shuddered as another, lesser orgasm washed through her before getting out and drying. She looked for her clothes but couldn't find them. Confused, but thinking perhaps she'd undressed in the other room, Kylie wrapped the towel around her petite, shapely body and exited the bathroom.

She was just in time to see Mila, who was astride Lars, take his thick cock in her hand and guide it into her bottom. Shocked but wanting to watch, Kylie bit her bottom lip to stifle her gasp and then leaned against the bathroom door to watch. Lars' dick slid into Mila's ass with no apparent effort, and quickly after that, Mila's hands were in the middle of Lars' chest as she rode him vigorously. Before her, being done to another, was one of Kylie's favourite fap scenes—a woman being taken in her ass roughly. Kylie's pussy frothed, imagining it was her riding Lars' impressive dick.

The pair seemed engrossed in each other, so Kylie surreptitiously eased her towel apart and played with her clit. Although she was a virgin, Kylie was no stranger to self-stimulation. And although you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone to confirm, Kylie was a skilled oral exponent—she found it the easiest way to stop her dates from trying to fuck her. She'd blow them early on in the night and then promise them she'd blow them again on the way home, but only if they were good boys and didn't try to fuck her. Kylie hadn't found a man between eighteen and twenty-one she'd dated who had any problems with that!

Lars eventually grunted, filling Mila's rear hole with cum. Mila lifted off him and rolled over. Lars hadn't wilted even after cumming, and Mila guided him back into her ass. Then, lying back on her hand, Mila patted her pussy and asked, "Would you like to taste me?"

Kylie blushed, realising she'd been caught out. But although lesbian porn was one of her never-fail masturbation fantasies, she said primly. "No, thank you. I'd like to get dressed now."

"Your outfits are in the drawers beside your bed," Mila told her. "Help yourself."

Still embarrassed about being caught watching and masturbating, Kylie removed a skirt and top from the drawer. She took them back to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and then put them on. The skirt barely covered her muscular ass and left her pussy exposed. The top left Kylie's midriff bare and exposed her swelling breast globes to just short of her nipples. The outfit, quite simply, was scandalous. Although it matched what the academy's staff wore, there was no way Kylie would wear it unless it was for a special occasion for Mark.

Kylie removed the outfit and wrapped the towel back around her. She exited the bathroom carrying the outfit to ask where her clothes were because she wasn't wearing these.

"If you read the tablet," Mila said as she rode Lars. "You'll find that those two items and the 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels are all you're allowed to wear for the duration of your stay. However, you may refuse. In which case, we will summon a limo to return you to your apartment. I do not believe your engagement will still be on when you get there, though."

Kylie heard the truth in Mila's statement and reluctantly returned to the bathroom to redress.

Sally Preston.

Sally wanted so much to play with Maja and John because her hairy pussy literally dripped arousal fluids. Taking another sip from her water bottle, trying to cool off, Sally found her eyes drawn to where Maja and John were joined. John's enormous cock pistoned in and out of Maja's distended pussy as Maja moaned and encouraged John to fuck her harder. Then, with a series of deep, guttural grunts, John ejaculated into Maja's grasping cunt. Maja sat on the cusp of another orgasm, but hadn't quite got there yet. Sally was amazed when John pulled out and immediately went down on her.

Sally thought guys just didn't do that before recalling that Leo regularly did. If they'd been apart for a few days, Leo would occasionally climax quickly, leaving Sally unrequited. She'd accepted that it happened and only meant that her lover found her almost irresistible. However, on the few times it had happened, Leo used his mouth, tongue and fingers to complete her climax. Sally thought that was unbelievably sweet of her fiancé.

Sally took another hefty swig of water, trying to calm down. She was terrified that she was about to lose control and join in the debauchery in the bed. However, instead of cooling her ardour, the water seemed to inflame her more. Blushing redder than a sunburn victim, Sally ducked back into the bathroom. Her fingers flew over her pussy as she forcefully pinched her nipples. Biting her bottom lip, Sally shuddered and moaned as an intense, body-shaking orgasm rattled her bones.

Her orgasm only seemed to inflame her further, and Sally eased two fingers inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. She shifted her left hand to her clit as she vigorously thrust her fingers into her drooling gash. A second climax quickly followed the first, and three more followed in quick succession. Finally, her desire eased enough for Sally to strip and take another shower. She temporarily resisted using the water jets, but as her desire crested, she turned them on and then had to shove her hand in her mouth to stifle her orgasm scream.

After a second orgasm in the shower, Sally finally felt sated enough to get out and dry off. She picked her skirt and top up, only to discover they were drenched with sweat. Pulling a face at the thought of putting the damp clothing on, Sally exited the shower to get another top and dress.

Maja and John waited for her when she left the bathroom. They helped her dress, even though she didn't need their assistance. Then they helped her into the 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels and helped her to balance until she could walk unaided. Then they announced it was time to go to the meet and greet.

Holding Sally's elbows as if they were afraid she might run away, Maja and John guided her to the elevator. The elevator doors had just opened when Milla and Lars emerged with Kylie. Sally and Kylie exchanged commiserating looks as they allowed their attendants to lead them to the ground floor and then to the buffet room where the get-together would take place.

Sarah Alberts.

Lena and Paul helped Sarah shower, getting themselves clean simultaneously. Of course, Paul's enormous dick erected in the shower, and Lena encouraged Sarah to kneel beside her and help service his long, thick cock. Lena received Paul's gift not long after and turned to kiss Sarah. Sarah's eyes widened when Lena pushed Paul's cum into her mouth, but experiencing it happening for the first time excited her, and Sarah swirled the cum around before pushing it back into Lena's mouth.

Paul helped Sarah stand and then turned her until her voluptuous bottom pushed against his upper thighs. He soaped his hands before cupping and stroking Sarah's heavy Double-D cup breasts. Sarak looked down and saw Lena grinning up at her. Sarah gasped as Lena's lips encircled her throbbing clit and then she moaned as the dark-haired woman bathed her button with her tongue.

Sarah couldn't believe how pleasurable it was to have a woman lick her clit. Sarah loved giving and receiving oral sex, but a man's attentions to her erogenous zones were often rough, even brutal. Lena's ministrations were so much softer and slower. Instead of forcing Sarah to climb towards her peak, Lena encouraged her there by using long, languorous licks from her entrance to her button and then back. Then, Lena finally took Sarah's clit in her mouth, she sucked firmly and bit it lightly. With a loud scream of pleasure, her body shaking like a leaf in a high wind, Sarah orgasmed harder than she ever had before.

After exchanging positions so that Sarah could pleasure Lena, the threesome washed their sex fluids from each other, turned off the water, exited the shower and dried off. Lena and Paul dried Sarah and then themselves. When everyone was dry, Lena and Paul took Sarah to the bedroom and helped her dress in the required uniform and the 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels.

Sarah looked at her exposed cunt and flushed clit and pussy lips and shrugged. Her fiancé, Adam, wanted this for her. Therefore, Sarah would enjoy every moment of her month at the academy. She pulled the top on and giggled because it exposed nothing more than she typically did when she dressed for her husband-to-be.

Sarah turned to Lena and asked, "Did having your labia pierced hurt much?"

"It was a little uncomfortable for a couple of days afterwards," Lena explained. "But the guy who did used some local anaesthetic to numb my pussy lips before he pierced me, so getting them done didn't hurt at all."

"I thought the chain weaving between them was to stop you from using your pussy," Sarah mused.

Spreading her legs so that Sarah could see her perineum, Lena pointed at another hidden gold ring about halfway between her entrance and rosebud. "It can be," she giggled. "Graham has a longer chain that stretches from my hood to my perineum, and if I've been a bad girl, he uses it so I can't have vaginal sex. Simultaneously, he makes me wear a butt plug so my ass is out of bounds, too." Lena giggled again before saying, "It's an effective deterrent because I start climbing the walls if I haven't had sex for a couple of days."

Sarah sipped from the water bottle Lena had given her. She was amazed to notice that she was already wet and ready to go again. She was about to see if they could play some more when Paul announced, "We'd better get moving. It wouldn't do to be late to the first gathering of this month's fiancées."

Paul and Lena held no fears that Sarah wanted to flee, so when she took their hands, they smiled and accompanied her to the elevator. The doors opened, and they stepped in. It went down a floor, and a tall, stacked blonde woman, dressed similarly to Sarah, stepped in. A portly man dressed in a cheap suit accompanied her.

"Hey, Jim," Paul and Lena happily said together.

Mia Walker.

Sarah and Mia were amazed when Lena pressed her statuesque body against the older man. Lena's hand casually groped the porter as she kissed him passionately. Jim's trouser front bulged obscenely, revealing a barely hidden, thick cock that must have been at least eight inches long. Mia immediately regretted choosing not to play with the older man.

Instead, she had sipped from one of the water bottles in her room's small fridge, seemingly becoming increasingly aroused with every sip. Mia tried to distract herself by working through her exercise regimen and then her beauty one. She examined her face in the mirror critically, looking for any unwanted lines or hairs. Mia used the best products on the market to ensure her skin remained moisturised and blemish-free. Botox shots on her forehead and the outsides of her eyes ensured she remained clear-skinned and wrinkle-free even at age thirty-five.

Even after all of that distraction, Mia's pussy continued to froth and her nipples and pussy remained engorged and aching to be touched. Next, Mia tried a cold shower, thinking that if it worked for men, perhaps it would work for her—no such luck. Giving in to the inevitable, Mia lay on her back and used her fingers to give herself a number of back-to-back orgasms. Unfortunately, every climax only increased her arousal, and she eventually forced herself to go to sleep.

Mia woke up an hour later with a pillow between her toned thighs, riding it like it was her favourite fap fantasy—Tim Tszyu. Feeling wet between her legs, sweaty and disgusting, Mia showered. She frowned, exiting the bathroom. Her clothes had disappeared while she was in the shower. She vaguely recalled the porter saying something about 'required dress' and opened her tablet.

Shaking with anger, Mia opened the drawers beside her bed and pulled out the skirt and top inside. She put them on and immediately snarled, "No fucking way!" Mia was no stranger to using her assets to attract her prey, but this went beyond the pale. The idea was to tease and not reveal. Hint at a paradise barely concealed, but not reveal it until she had her fish hooked.

Mia read the tablet's instructions for new guests and realised it was either to wear the items as required, or return to the front desk and ask to go home. Mia chose to remain. 'This asshole had better be worth it!' She thought to herself.

She answered a knock on her door and found the porter waiting to guide her to the get-together. Mia expected his eyes immediately to drop to her enhanced E-cup breasts and then to her lasered-bare, exposed pussy and was surprised when his eyes remained on hers. Mia, another who was already accustomed to wearing 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels, followed the porter to the elevator.

The doors opened, revealing a woman who Mia assumed was one of the academy's guests, a second woman similarly dressed to the woman at the front desk, and a tall, muscly, handsome man wearing nothing but a man's G-string. The man's enormous cock bulged his underwear lasciviously and whetted Mia's arousal further. She watched, amazed, when the woman hugged and kissed her porter passionately, and the size of the porter's erection dumbfounded her. Mia immediately regretted sending the man away.

Chapter 2: The Get-Together.

Sarah, who tried several times to engage Mia in a conversation, gave up and allowed Lena and Paul to tug her in the direction of the academy's lounge, where the first meeting of this month's fiancées would occur. She wondered what was up the ass of the obviously surgically enhanced woman. Sarah had encountered many women like Mia, who pedantically pushed their food around their plate while refusing to eat, lest they add an extra gram of fat to their skinny bodies. Sarah enjoyed her food the same way she enjoyed sex—with great gusto!

Lena and Paul allowed Mia to push past them and enter the lounge first. They smiled at Sarah and shrugged, knowing that, of the two women, Sarah would have much less of a struggle to fit in with the academy's programs than the highly strung Mia. The pair wondered what Mia's fiancé had seen in her. Still, it wasn't theirs to judge, so they guided Sarah around the room, introducing her to the other fiancées.

Sarah quickly realised that she was the only plus-sized woman in the group. She sighed, wondering if Adam expected her to become one of those salad-eating bitches. Mia especially reminded her of the long list of 'hot girls' from her high school and college years who had treated her abysmally. She recalled Adam's statement when he said, "Skinny salad-eating bitches do nothing for me," and hoped it was the truth.

Most of the women attending seemed quite vacuous to her. There were two exceptions: the diffident, beautiful blonde whom Lena introduced as Kylie stirred her new bisexual desires, while the shy, mousy-blonde named Sally evoked her protective instincts. Sarah wanted to help the young woman break out of her shell and learn to embrace her sexuality. The three women formed a small group and soon began talking animatedly as they got to know each other.

Mia strode through the small crowd to the bar and immediately ordered a glass of champagne. She hadn't been told to bring any money, so she knew the drinks must either be free or charged back to her fiancé. She was royally pissed, and if Joshua were before her, she would have given him a piece of her mind. This whole ridiculous charade had her fuming. As if she, Mia, queen of all she surveyed, needed to be taught how to be a good wife. 'Bring me a golf ball, and I'll show you how to suck it through a straw,' she thought. 'What else does a husband need?'

Mia sipped her drink and looked over the small crowd. Spotting Lars and his barely concealed enormous wang, Mia stared at him and smiled until he noticed her. Lars muttered something to the woman with him and made his way over to her. Mia assumed it was because she alone stood out among the mingers and slappers in the room.

In reality, it was because the pneumatic-titted, bottle-blonde, surgically enhanced thirty-five-year-old was the only woman over thirty in the room. Lars had a preference for older women. The academy's founder was a sixty-year-old society matron named Cynthia Nixon, whom Lars had joyfully bedded many times.

Lars briefly ignored Mia and ordered a sparkling mineral water with a lime slice from the bartender. Upon receiving it, he turned to Mia and asked, "Do you have questions?"

"You and the other attendants are here to service the guests, right?" Mia asked abrasively.

Hiding his distaste, Lars replied, "Part of our duties is to encourage the fiancées to relax and enjoy their sexuality, yes."

"I would enjoy my sexuality with you," Mia said bluntly.

Lars stared at the mid-thirties woman and wondered if she'd learn anything from the ensuing month. He couldn't understand why anyone could not have seen that the woman was a climber and found only one part of a man's anatomy attractive—his wallet.

He pointed at a portion of the wall behind the bar. "That's a real wood wall, did you know that?" Mia shook her head, wondering about the point of Lars's statement. "Do you see the hole where the knot has fallen out?" Mia looked and nodded. Then Lars said, "I'd rather fuck that knot than you. You're a plastic, wannabe society princess with little going for you other than a surgically enhanced face and body, and I have no idea why anybody would want to marry you." Lars took his drink and rejoined his group, which included the couples assigned to Sarah, Sally, and Kylie.

He smiled, thinking about his Mistress, Imogen Bailey. He intimately knew Paul and John because they were also Imogen's slaves. His grin widened, recalling how much fun Imogen and Matthew had playing with Imogen's men. He remained amazed that Imogen remained Matthew's only servant, despite Imogen's encouragement to take more.

"What did the plastic blonde want?" Mila asked.

"For me to fuck her," Lars replied, and shrugged.

"Oh," Mila giggled. "I take it you said no?"

"I told her I'd rather fuck the knothole in the wall," Lars said flatly.

"Oops," Lena laughed. "Mistress Imogen will cane someone's ass tonight."

"Worth it," Lars chuckled.

The sextet watched as Mia tried to entice more of the staff, but, to a man, they all turned her down. Joshua had spent a lot of time conferring with the academy's founder, Cynthia Nixon, about his fiancée. Joshua believed Mia had potential hidden beneath her icy exterior, and he hoped Cynthia's academy could break Mia's shell and allow the beautiful person he knew she could be to emerge.

A big part of the academy's strategy was to deny Mia any sexual relief other than with someone she thought was beneath her. The theory being that Mia would learn that people were people and their monetary status was immaterial. However, an immediate problem reared its head when Cynthia and her senior staff reviewed Mia's pictures and videos—to a man, they were uninterested in the Botox-filled, collagen-enhanced, silicon-breasted thirty-five-year-old. The academy's groundskeeper, Jim Davis, who is currently pretending to be Mia's porter, was the only man who expressed an interest in fucking her. Somehow, Jim had seen the same thing Mia's fiancé had seen.

Frustrated by her inability to have any of the barely clad men react to her, Mia decided to see if she could join one of the groups swirling around. With her typical arrogance, Mia thought the other women ignored her because her beauty intimidated them. The reality was that many of these young women had been bullied by Mia and her ilk at high school, uni, and at their workplaces, and they were reluctant to open themselves to her lest she bully them here, too. Eventually, Mia gave up and returned to the bar. She ordered another glass of champagne and decided to get drunk.

Sally, Sarah, and Kylie discovered they had much in common. Sarah was significantly more sexually experienced and promiscuous than the other two women, but they all shared a similar sense of humour, and Sarah found herself attracted to both of them. Sally, who had experienced precisely one lover, and Kylie, whose only sexual experience involved giving blowjobs to deter overly eager men, were fascinated by Sarah's adventures, both here and prior to her arrival. Sally, in particular, wondered if she dared try the things that Sarah confessed to having done just before attending the gathering. It seemed Leo wanted her to explore sex with others, but Sally's inherent reticence made it unlikely she would.

Kylie was much more circumspect, but she wondered because she'd been severely tempted when Mila had patted her pussy and invited Kylie to lick it. Kylie wondered if she wasn't, in fact, a lesbian, because she was much more interested in licking Mila's pussy than sucking Lars' cock. However, as she looked around the room at the exposed pussies and barely covered wangs, she found her mouth watering as she imagined kneeling and sucking or tasting. Kylie worried that the other two with her could smell her arousal.

Interestingly, Sarah and Sally shared the same concerns. All three girls were drinking a lovely Chardonnay the bar attendant had suggested, and it seemed their arousal climbed with every sip. Sally looked around, immediately noticing that hers weren't the only nipples tenting tops. She unobtrusively let her eyes drop, and saw many wet slits and even quite a few engorged clitorises.

Sally gulped, wondering if it was normal for women gathered together among barely dressed men to be so aroused. Perhaps her arousal was typical in this situation, but she was unaware of other's arousal because, of course, women rarely exposed their pussies for all to see. Sally turned until she could see her two attendants. Maja and John sat with four others. They all appeared to be drinking mineral water, but their faces were flushed, and the three women's nipples were prominent.

Her eyes lowered, and she saw that although the men's cocks weren't hard, neither were they soft. It was clear that the three couples were also sexually excited. Sally's mouth went dry as she considered Maja's offer. She wondered if it was still on the table and if she should accept it, if it were.

Sarah was about to excuse herself to the ladies' room and use her fingers to gain some relief when an older, stately looking woman walked into the middle of the room holding a microphone. She brought it to her lips, and everyone winced as the feedback screeched through the room. Once it settled, the woman said, "I'm sure they do that on purpose to ensure everyone's listening. Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Cynthia Nixon, and I am the owner and founder of The First Wives Academy."

Cynthia waited for the murmurs to subside before adding, "I started the academy because I noticed a lack of well-educated, well-trained young women for the movers and shakers in society to marry. My husband expressed the same concern about the young men, which is why he established a brother academy to this institution—The First Husbands Academy." Cynthia paused again as a swell of conversation erupted. Then she smiled and said, "Each and every one of your fiancés has attended The First Husbands Academy."

Cynthia waited, smiling as the new attendees asked one another if they knew that about their husbands-to-be. Few did.

Eventually, one of the women ventured, "What did they learn there?"

"The same things you will learn here," Cynthia stated as she walked through the room, observing the various women. Most of them were exactly what Cynthia had come to expect from today's education system. The truly attractive women were all shallow and indifferent, having learned to depend on their looks to achieve what they desired from their men. Cynthia would wager her fortune against the balance on their credit cards that every single one was a dud root. Those who were 'hot' but not movie-star beautiful tended to be quite masculine in their stance and how they responded to her comment. They were women whom Cynthia believed the modern education system had failed most.

These were women who had been told that to compete against 'the patriarchy', they needed to be as aggressive as men. They were informed that a woman could do anything a man could, as if that were a commendable notion. In Cynthia's view, it wasn't. She preferred to excel at being a woman and being the power behind the throne—the quiet advisor in the dead of night, most trusted by her husband.

Cynthia controlled hundreds of millions of dollars, yet didn't appear on one board outside her and her husband's academies. She encouraged and guided her husband by supporting him and ensuring he knew how much she respected him. That was a marriage. Both partners supporting each other to be the best they could be. Even at sixty years of age, Cynthia welcomed her husband home by kneeling before him and blowing him as soon as he entered their home after a long day at work.

Edward expressed his love for Cynthia in the way he knew best. He ensured she lacked for nothing, made it clear how beautiful he thought she was, worked hard and diligently, and listened to her intently, giving her his full attention. That last quality was what Cynthia loved most about her husband. Unlike many men, Edward didn't offer advice when Cynthia spoke about her day. Instead, he asked how she felt about what had occurred, how it affected her, and what he could do to help her heal from whatever had hurt or troubled her. Cynthia loved him for that more than anything else he did.

The same woman asked, "What will we learn?"

"How to love without hesitation or reservation," Cynthia immediately replied. "How to give expecting nothing in return. How to offer and receive support without questioning the other person's motivations. How to give of yourself when you make love—to accept and give everything that you are to your lover. You will discover that love is an infinite resource, and the more you share it, the more it returns to you."

Cynthia scanned the room once more, daring the women to meet her gaze. Few accepted the challenge. Sarah was one of the exceptions. Cynthia continued, "You will learn that love is love and sex is just sex. Sex without love is wonderful, and love without sex is possible, but sex with love is a gift from The Creator that should never be wasted."

Cynthia waited for the hubbub to die before adding, "There will be classes every day. Some will be easy for some of you and difficult for others. You'll learn some basic lessons that simply aren't taught in school anymore: Baking and cooking. Sewing and mending. Deportment and correct language. These are a sample of the things you will learn. You will discover the joy your husband has when he returns home to a clean and tidy house, with a home-cooked meal almost ready for him, and his wife looking like she has just stepped out of Vogue magazine."

"A fifties household?" Mia said disparagingly. "That's what you expect us to be? The little woman who stays at home barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen?"

"That depends on whether you want to hold on to your meal ticket," Cynthia said icily. "You can, of course, choose not to learn the lessons we will provide, but don't think your engagement will survive if you fail to learn them, even for a minute."

Chastised, Mia dropped her glare and turned away. She wondered if she shouldn't get up and walk out. What stopped her, surprisingly, wasn't the thought of losing her 'meal ticket'; it was that, in a carefully suppressed part of her heart, Mia loved her fiancé, Joshua Westwood. He treated her better than any man she'd ever been with. Joshua genuinely seemed to want her to be the best person she could be. Mia didn't know it, but the first crack in her ice queen façade had appeared.

Satisfied that she had cowed Mia's rebellion, Cynthia continued. "You will meet here at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow, where you will be divided into groups of four. Each group will be assigned a task in the kitchen where the academy's meals are prepared, and your meal preparation training will commence. I suspect some of you may already be quite skilled in this area. You will help train those who are less experienced. Learn to collaborate instead of competing against each other, ladies, unlike how it typically works outside of here."

Cynthia glided through the room, assessing the women present. She briefly paused at the group of Sally, Sarah, and Kylie, knowing that all three would return to their fiancés prepared to embody the supportive wives and partners their men needed.

She smiled and spoke to the academy students once more. "You've all been supplied a porter or a couple to help you become an academy graduate. Go to them for advice because they have all attended this or its brother academy. If you're horny, you may use each other or your assigned helpers to relieve that. If you wish to use another woman's helpers, you must ask permission from that person's owner. Their name tags spell out who that is, and Imogen or one of the others at the front desk will help you contact them."

Cynthia looked around, noticing that some appeared enthusiastic, others seemed nonplussed, and a few looked angry. Mia fell into the last category. Cynthia concluded with, "Enjoy tonight and make as many friends as you can. These women will become your lifelong friends. The people you know will support you no matter what. They will celebrate your and your husband's successes, share in your losses, and provide unconditional love when you need it most. Learn to love and cherish them as you do your husband." Cynthia turned off the mic and strode sedately from the room.

After the exchange, Sarah asked, "So, did you two, ummm, take advantage of your two helpers?"

"No!" Sally and Kylie gasped together.

"Why? Did you?" Sally asked.

"Oh, Gawd, yes!" Sarah exclaimed. "With cocks that big," she gestured around at the enormous wangs that surrounded them, "how could you not?"

"I'm a virgin," Kylie whispered, embarrassed by that fact in this setting.

"Oh, girl, we'll have to fix that for you before we leave here," Sarah chuckled.

"No," Kylie insisted. "I want to give it to Mark on our wedding night."

"Girl, I don't think he wants it," Sarah said, sure she was right. "He wouldn't have sent you here if he did." Personally, Sarah thought being a virgin on your wedding night could only end in disaster and set a disastrous precedent for the rest of your marriage if it didn't go well. As an earthy woman who loved food and sex equally, Sarah couldn't imagine fumbling your way through your first sexual experience with a similarly clueless partner. She'd surrendered her virginity to the first teacher she could seduce during her high school years.

"But," Kylie protested. "Don't men want to marry a virgin?"

"Hell if I'd want to," Sarah said dismissively. "I want to marry a man I know knows how to pleasure me." She turned to Sally and asked, "Are you a virgin, too?"

Sally shook her head and admitted that she'd surrendered her virginity to her fiancé on the first night they'd gone out. Not that Sally wanted to remain a virgin. It was that Leo was the first guy she felt attracted to who was also attracted to her. She'd enviously watched the more promiscuous girls at her high school and university getting laid regularly, but it seemed that the type of guy she wanted didn't want her.

She looked down at her flat, shapeless body and said, "I don't have enough assets to attract a guy who isn't into nerds."

Sarah examined the mousy-blonde girl and couldn't help but agree. However, Sarah thought Sally had enough shape to work with if she knew how to display it correctly. She said, "Try this for me. Stand as tall as you can, pull your shoulders back and stick your tits out. Then, prance over to the bar and get us another round of drinks. I bet more than just a few of these guys watch you."

"I couldn't," Sally replied, blushing.

"You could and you will," Sarah insisted.

"Do it, Sally," Kylie urged. She knew she wasn't brave enough either, but she would be with some encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, Sally stood tall and pulled her shoulders back. Her small but shapely breasts rose as her hardened nipples pointed forward. Then, pretending a confidence she didn't feel, Sally strode across the room to the bar. The effect was that her breasts bounced softly as her muscly ass cheeks flexed and relaxed. Many eyes flicked over her body, with many a tongue dabbing suddenly dry lips.

Sally reached the bar, trying not to pant nervously as she ordered three more glasses of Chardonnay. She became even more aware of the eyes examining her body as she returned to her friends. However, the stares weren't lascivious, and Sally found their scrutiny intoxicating because she felt sexy for the first time in her life.

"You did it!" Kylie said excitedly, clapping her hands and jumping up and down. Which, of course, caused her firm B-cup breasts to bounce delectably.

Sarah avidly watched them bounce, aching to use her mouth on them. Her brief experience with Lena earlier had whetted her appetite for exploration, and she fully intended to pursue her opportunities.

Sally tittered embarrassedly before saying, "I can't believe I just did that!"

"Your ass looked so great, strutting like that!" Kylie said. "It reminded me of those supermodels you see walking on the catwalk."

Sally's disbelieving giggle joined Kylie's, and the girls' eyes widened when they both felt an electric jolt when they touched hands. The shock seemed to jump from their hands directly to their pussies, and both girls gasped as their arousal peaked. Ignoring it, Sally tittered, "Yeah, sure. My tittyless, bony-ass as a supermodel. I can just hear the announcer saying, 'Next is the entirely shapeless Sally Preston. Notice how every item she wears hangs from her shoulders, revealing precisely zero assets.'"

"Oh, I dunno," Sarah drawled. "Do you think Sally Pearson, the Olympic women's 100m hurdles champion, has an attractive body?" Sally nodded, and Sarah continued, "I think yours and hers are quite similar. You even resemble her a little."

Sally looked down at her thin body doubtfully. That someone thought she looked like anything more than an ironing board with eyes was quite amazing to her. She looked up and saw that Kylie was nodding. Sally compared her new friends and noticed their bodies were banging. She thought Sarah resembled a slightly more voluptuous Kat Dennings, and she, too, saw the similarity between Kylie and her famous namesake. "I'll take your word for it," Sally said.

The girls sipped their wines, trying to ignore their growing attraction to each other and how wet their pussies were. "I think there is something in the water and wine here," Sarah joked. "Every time I have a drink, I get hornier."

"Me, too," Kylie and Sally said together.

The threesome looked at each other and laughed, thinking it was a great joke. The threesome knew it was the exposed pussies and barely concealed cocks around them that had their motors running.

"Well, ladies, what are we going to do about it?" Sarah challenged saucily.

Curious, Sally asked, "Did you really make love with your attendants?"

"Well, I'd call it fucking, but yeah, you know, what you said."

"Won't your fiancé be pissed when he finds out and break off the engagement?" Kylie gasped. Her pussy frothed as her mind conjured Mila lying back on Lars and patting her pussy, inviting Kylie to taste. Remembering that incident, Kylie thought, 'I'm so horny, and I could have sex with a woman and remain a virgin. Mark would never know I'd relieved my itch with a woman because I'd still have my hymen.'

Sarah shrugged and replied, "Last night, Adam encouraged me to go home with a man who kept trying to get me to dance with him. I thought he just wanted an excuse to get rid of me, so I figured 'fuck him', and let the guy take me home. Then, this morning, Adam called to say he was on his way over with breakfast and to get rid of my lover. When Adam got there, we made love, and then he proposed. I'd no sooner accepted than Adam bundled me into a limo and sent me here. I'm guessing he wants an open marriage, and if so, I don't mind. I doubt one man will ever be enough for me."

Agog, Sally and Kylie stared at Sarah before Kylie confirmed, "You fucked a guy last night and then your boyfriend called to say he was on his way over and you should send him home. Then, when he got there, he made love to you and then proposed?"

"Jeez, I sound so slutty when you say it like that," Sarah muttered before firmly saying, "Pretty much, yes."

"Do you love him?" Kylie, ever the romantic, asked.

"With all my heart," Sarah confirmed.

"Yet you fuck around with others?" Sally asked.

"Did you hear what the top lady said?" Sarah replied defensively. "It seems like we're all expected to."

Kylie and Sally realised the truth in what Sarah said and exchanged speculative glances.

Kylie turned to Sarah and said, "You think Mark doesn't want my virginity? He wants me to come to the marital bed experienced and ready to play?"

"I have no idea," Sarah admitted. "I wondered if I hadn't somehow signed up for a cult or into sexual slavery, but if this is one or we have been, then it's a damned expensive way to go about doing it."

Curious, Sally inquired, "Which rooms are you two in?"

"I'm on the top floor on the left when you exit the elevator," Kylie replied.

"I'm on the third floor, in one of the two rooms on the right. Why do you ask?" Sarah queried.

"Because Imogen said my suite was a $1,000 per day," Sally replied. "I'm on the top floor on the right."

"Faaaaaarrrrrrrrr out!" Sarah whistled. "That means your fiancé forked out thirty grand for you to stay here!"

"Mine did, too, or maybe because I look west, it's a little less, but still," Kylie added, shaking her head in disbelief at the fact that Mark had that much and would spend that much money on her.

"I can't imagine my rooms being much less," Sarah said wonderingly. "You're saying there are only two suites on the top floor?" Sally and Kylie nodded. "There are only four on my floor, so even if it's half the price of your rooms, that's still fifteen grand, but I'd bet it's more than that." Sarah was stunned that her fiancé would spend such a significant amount of money on her. She felt humbled by the thought he had.

Leaning forward, Sarah muttered, "I'm so freaking horny right now that I could fuck the bed post! If I don't get some relief soon, I'm afraid that I'm going to explode." Kylie and Sally stared at her, shocked, but before they could say anything, Sarah continued, "I'm going to duck into the loos and use my fingers to ease some pressure. Want to come and watch?" She walked off quickly.

Kylie and Sally exchanged another long look before Kylie, who, despite being a virgin, was the least body conscious and more daring of the two women, replied, "Yes. Come on, Sally. Maybe we should give ourselves some relief, too."

Sally was about to say no when she realised that she, too, was as horny as all get out. She let Kylie drag her after Sarah. The ladies' room was virtually empty, so it wasn't difficult to figure out which door Sarah was behind. They knocked, and Sarah opened the door, staring at them wonderingly. Kylie dragged Sally in after her and then locked the door.

"Well?" Kylie asked with a grin, even though her heart pounded nervously.

Confused, Sarah responded, "Well, what?"

"We want to watch you giving yourself relief," Kylie answered.

"Oh," Sarah said. Then, she thought about what Kylie had just said and went, "Oh!" Sarah shifted back, lifted her heels onto the toilet seat, and let her knees fall apart. Excited about displaying and playing with herself before an audience, Sarah thumbed her clit as she slid two fingers into her sopping gash.

Kylie and Sally watched intently as Sarah brought herself closer to an orgasm. Although both women were inexperienced with sex, neither of them was shy about masturbation. Therefore, Sally realised Sarah couldn't quite reach her peak with them watching, and, surprising herself, she bent over and kissed Sarah as she (Sally) pinched Sarah's nipples.

The sudden kiss and extra stimulation crashed Sarah off her peak, and she orgasmed with a shockingly loud scream. Sarah's entire body shook as her climax blasted through her body like a bullet train through a tunnel.

"I guess what we're doing in here isn't a secret anymore," Kylie joked, envious that her friends had enjoyed this moment of intimacy. Kylie's clit throbbed in time with her aching nipples, and eventually, she couldn't stand it. "Move over," she panted, taking Sarah's place when she stood. Lifting her heels onto the commode seat, Kylie spread her knees wide and thumbed her clit.

Sarah stared at Kylie's dripping gash and, overcome with lust, she knelt and tentatively touched her tongue to Kylie's entrance. Kylie, who had been on the edge of an orgasm from the moment she saw Sarah playing with herself, immediately climaxed, coating Sarah's tongue with her sweet and tangy juices. Kylie, lost in euphoria, unawarely placed her hand behind Sarah's head and held her to her pussy tightly. Sarah grinned against Kylie's pussy before stabbing her tongue into the woman's vulva. Kylie crested again, her juices liberally flowing from her pussy and coating her friend's face.

After her second orgasm, Kylie's eyes opened, and she became aware of what she was doing. Blushing bright red, Kylie pushed Sarah away and gasped, "OMG! I'm so sorry. I did not mean to do that!"

Kylie tried to turn away, but Sarah wouldn't let her. "It's okay," Sarah said. "I've wanted to try sex with a woman for years, but have found no one to try it with." Sarah giggled, "Besides, you taste divine, and I'd like to do that again with you. Maybe in a bed and with a couple of guys?"

Sally was amazed that her new friends would do what they had. Initially, she was shocked when Sarah knelt and tongued Kylie's pussy, but then all her lesbian fantasies came crashing in, and she ached to be where the girls were. Giving or receiving, Sally wasn't sure which she wanted to do. All she knew was that if she didn't get some relief soon, she'd explode! Sally touched her clit and entrance and whimpered as her knees shook.

Knowing Sally's need, Kylie took a leap into her future. She grabbed the slender woman's hips and pulled her in front of her. Then, after taking a calming breath, Kylie tilted her head back and kissed Sally's button before lavishing her tongue over that sweet little cum switch.

Sally cried, "OMFG!" as her pussy pulsed. She bit her bottom lip, but couldn't prevent several more cries as a series of orgasmic shocks rattled through her petite body. Sally wondered if she was a lesbian and hadn't admitted it to herself yet. But as she shook with her orgasm, an image of John's enormous cock piercing her pussy blazed through her mind, and she cried out again as another orgasm blasted through her bones. 'Definitely not a lesbian,' Sally thought disjointedly as her body jittered on Kylie's mouth.

The three new friends, temporarily sated, left the cubicle and washed their faces. All three women blushed guiltily, refusing to meet each other's eyes. They didn't regret their tryst, but knew it was their horniness that caused them to make love to the others; not that they necessarily wanted them as lovers. However, there was now an undeniable comradeship between the three, and they all knew they'd make love together many more times in the future, especially during this month at the academy.

Sarah, Sally, and Kylie exited the bathroom and saw that almost the entire room was looking at them. The various attendants and porters looked with approval, some women with envy, and a few with clear disgust. Only Mia seemed indifferent to what they'd done.

Shrugging, Sarah suggested that the other two sit back at their table while she got some drinks. Kylie and Sally, blushing furiously, swiftly agreed and sat at the table with their backs to the room. They were surprised when Maja, John, Lena, Paul, Mila, and Lars joined them. Of course, the girls only knew their helpers, so they had to introduce the others. Each helper greeted the women by name, demonstrating that they knew more about the women than the women knew about them.

After the introductions were complete, Maja smiled and said, "It is good to see that you three are already embracing what the academy wishes you to learn."

"Oh," Sarah said, sitting down and handing out the drinks. "I thought we were just horny and fixing that problem."

"How many of you have had a sexual relationship with another woman before coming to the academy?" Maja asked teasingly. The three women blushed and admitted that they hadn't. "Yet, here you are, less than six hours after joining, having sex with each other in the loos." Maja grinned and added, "Trust me. Having sex in your bed is much more fun than inside a toilet cubicle." Everyone at the table laughed, even the three women, embarrassed though they were.

Chapter 3: The First Evening.

The afternoon get-together continued with only Mia, seemingly not finding a friend or two to chat with. Several women tried, but her icy disdain swiftly chased them away. What was worse for her was that despite drinking several glasses of champagne, she didn't become even remotely tipsy, and every sip seemed to send tingling sensations directly to her clitoris. Eventually, Mia decided she'd had enough and imperiously summoned Jim, the porter, over.

"For how long do I have to endure this bullshit?" Mia asked aggressively.

Purposefully misunderstanding, Jim replied evenly, "You may walk to the front desk and request a limo to take you home at any time. You're not a prisoner here."

Knowing that leaving would mean the death of her engagement to Joshua, Mia snarled, "I meant this ridiculous charade of a party."

Jim answered in the same mild tone, "It's not a party, but a chance for you to meet the other academy attendees and some helpers, porters, and assistants. You're the only one who has not tried to introduce yourself and make new friends."

"They're beneath me," Mia huffed. "There's not a woman here who can compete with my looks and intelligence."

"Perhaps not," Jim replied. "Although, considering how we men's attentions are divided amongst five or so genuine beauties, I'd say you have quite a few competitors. I'd also say those ten women all have better personalities than you."

Mia turned her icy blue eyes on Jim. "And you can fuck off and all," she said coldly. "You'd give your left testicle even to have the chance to sleep with me."

"At the moment, I'd sleep with a brown snake before I'd sleep with you," Jim replied. He looked at her levelly for some time before adding, "Joshua saw potential in you. The potential for a caring person to emerge from underneath your cold, uncaring shell. I saw that potential, too, which is why I volunteered to be your porter after every other one refused."

Mia looked around the room at the men dressed similarly to Jim. Most were real hunks and probably younger than Mia, though not younger than most of the women in the room. "You're saying the rest of the porters refused to work with me?" Mia asked, stunned.

"Yes," Jim replied firmly. "To a man, they saw your photos and read your transcripts and said they were not interested."

"But ... but," Mia stuttered, "I'm gorgeous and can have my pick of men."

"True beauty lies in what's beneath," Jim said. "What's beneath that cold, hard, ice queen exterior, Mia? Is there a decent, caring person fighting to get out? Or is there nothing but more ice under the carapace? Your fiancé and I believe there is more beneath the shell. Will you prove us right or wrong?" He walked away.

Mia watched him leave, disbelieving. That fat old man had turned her down? Impossible! Mia knew she could charge thousands per night as a top-end escort because she had received that offer. Yet, this old, fat prick told her he would rather sleep with a snake than with her? Well, Mia called 'bullshit' on that! The problem was that Jim's voice held an undeniable truth, and Mia recognised that at the moment he said it, Jim meant it.

Pondering Jim's pronouncement, Mia looked around the room and compared their bodies and looks to hers. She studied the female attendants the closest and immediately realised that she was the only one with surgically enhanced breasts. Mia looked down at her barely concealed tits and remembered they were a solid C-cup even before she'd had them increased to an E. She wondered briefly why she'd done that, before remembering that men loved big-titted blondes. Which, of course, made Mia wonder if she even remembered her original hair colour. She was pretty sure she was a strawberry-blonde, but wouldn't have taken bets.

Suddenly feeling a little insecure, Mia searched the room for a friendly face before spotting the woman she'd shared an elevator with earlier. 'That tubby tart would love to have a hot friend like me,' Mia thought, sliding off the stool and walking towards her,

Sarah watched Mia approach, hiding her disdain for the plastic-looking woman. She warned the others, "Looks like we're getting company."

"Hello," Mia said sultrily. "We didn't have the chance to become acquainted in the elevator."

"That's because you had your nose stuck so far in the air that I doubt you could have seen what was in front of you," Sarah replied bluntly.

Mia blushed before turning and returning to her seat.

"That was harsh," Sally protested.

"I'm sick of salad-eating, skinny plastic bitches treating me like I'm beneath them," Sarah growled. "Maybe I'm a bit overweight, but plenty of men love a woman who has a few curves."

"I'd love curves like yours," Saly said enviously. "I look like an ironing board with eyes."

"You have shape," Kylie protested. "They're not exaggerated like Sarah's and mine are, but your boobs and hips match and they're both wider than your waist. That's the shape every guy seems to love most."

"Do you think?" Sally said plaintively. "The guys at high school and uni ignored me for girls who looked like you two."

"That's because guys are pigs," Sarah muttered. "Stick a big set of tits on a post and they'll try to pick it up."

Before Sally could answer, Cynthia Nixon walked into the room again. Sally glanced at the clock above the bar, surprised that it read six o'clock—they'd been mingling and chatting for over four hours. The only one who hadn't made at least one new friend was Mia, not that the gorgeous, if plastic, bottle-blonde cared. Or so her demeanour would suggest.

"Ladies, if you would file through that door," Cynthia gestured towards the wall before her, "we'll serve dinner. For tonight, we're having a buffet-style dinner where you grab a plate and help yourself. Starting tomorrow, we will serve an a la carte menu. There are no seating arrangements, so sit where and with whom you please."

"Great! I'm starving," Sarah said, dragging her new friends after her.

Most of the women there looked around nervously, scared to be the first to show they were hungry. However, Sally and Sarah followed Sarah and got plates. They watched, amazed, as Sarah piled BBQ chicken and rib pieces on her plate before adding potato wedges and a little coleslaw. Sally and Kylie, who were both conscious of their weight, took a small portion of skinless roasted chicken breast and a tiny bit of salad without dressing. They followed Sarah to the expansive table and sat beside her.

Sarah sat so that she faced the door and the buffet. She snorted with amusement when she saw how little food Sally and Kylie had gotten. She watched even more amusedly as most of the fiancées did the same. Only about four of the eleven women entering the dining room after them got a helping of any size.

Sarah looked at Sally amusedly before saying, "You ain't growing tits or a bottom eating that little!"

"Huh?" Sally responded.

"Breasts are fat, honey," Sarah explained. "So are hips. I bet that the plastic bitch had the fat hoovered from her thighs and stuck in her ass. It's the only way for that shapeless slag to have an ass that round."

Kylie glanced at Mia before she said doubtfully, "Shapeless?"

"Without the silicone in her tits and the fat added to her ass, she'd have a square shaped body. If that's not shapeless, I don't know what is."

Sally worked through the sentence, thinking square is a shape, so she's hardly shapeless. But Sally knew what Sarah meant, and thought, 'Sarah's saying that without all the cosmetic work, I'd have a better shape than her.' Sally liked that thought. She watched Mia searching for somewhere to sit and realised the women were all freezing her out.

"I feel sorry for her in some ways," Sally said. "Everyone knows she thinks she's better than them, so they're turning their backs on her. She must be so lonely. Do you know her name?"

"I heard the assistants discussing her," Kylie said guiltily, because she knew she'd listened to a personal conversation. "They called her Mia."

Sally watched as the other women around the tables casually closed ranks, leaving no space for Mia to join them. Sally sighed, knowing it was the right thing to do, but knowing Mia would make things difficult and uncomfortable. "Mia," she called, waving her hand. "Join us."

Sally looked at her friends and saw they both looked like they'd bitten lemons. However, they all accepted that Mia needed to join a table, and theirs was the only one available.

Mia heard Sally call her name, and couldn't help feeling relieved. For all of her life, Mia had gotten on better with men than women. Mia's sexuality was always more overt than covert, like most women's were, and even before she'd enhanced herself from an eight to a ten, they felt threatened by her.

She found other women to be shallow and underhanded in their dealings with each other. If Mia had a problem with someone, they knew it. In fact, everyone in her vicinity knew it because Mia was letting them know in no uncertain terms what her problem with them was. Other women found that confronting and labelled her butch, a bitch, or worse. Not that Mia cared. She couldn't give one flying fuck what other women thought of her.

Mia brought her meal to the table and sat beside Sarah, hiding her grimace when she saw Sarah's almost angry response. She sighed, realising that if she were to be there for a month, having some friends to talk to would help speed the days. Pretending cheer, Mia said, "I'm Mia, but I see you've already figured that out."

"I'm Sally," Sally replied. "Beside you is Sarah, and beside me is Kylie."

"Hi," Kylie and Sarah said.

Mia chose to take the bull by the horns and turned to Sarah. "I'm guessing snotty, hot bitches like me have been mean to you in the past?"

"Ever since I grew these," Sarah retorted, cupping her heavy, Double-D tits.

"I get snide comments about being a 'plastic bitch'," Mia offered. "Of course, they're only jealous. The same as those hot bitches are of you."

"Why would you be jealous of me?" Sarah asked disbelievingly.

"I didn't say I was," Mia replied. "I said those bitches that taunted you probably were. Threatened by your sexuality, I'd guess. I have the same problem."

Sarah felt the anger and frustration from years of abuse by hot chicks like Mia seething through her, and she said nastily, "My first thought was that you were one of those jealous, threatened plastic bitches."

"Why would I be jealous of you?" Mia asked. "I'm hotter than you, thinner than you, and I'm better educated. Name one thing you have that I should be jealous of."

Sally wanted to say something, but her in-built reticence stopped her. Kylie had no such problems. She said curtly, "Sarah's all natural. Without the Botox, collagen, and breast implants, you'd be a shapeless seven, maybe an eight on a good day. Sarah's a natural nine, so bzzz, you lose."

Mia looked inside and knew Kylie's summation was correct. However, she really couldn't give a rat's ass about her opinion. Still, she needed friends if she were going to survive this month, and despite having had few female friends during her life, Mis knew these three were her best chance. She grinned and replied, "But with all that stuff, I'm a ten, right?"

"Yes," Kylie replied, giving Mia a withering look.

"So, I'm a plastic ten. You're a natural ten. Sarah is a natural nine, and Sally here only needs a few more well-developed curves, and she's a ten, too. Therefore, given we're the hottest group here, why don't we work together to improve our month?"

"Like what?" Sarah asked, still seething.

Mia looked at her evenly before addressing the group. "With the possible exception of Sarah, I'm probably the most experienced in sex of us, yeah?" The others nodded. "It seems we're here to explore our sexuality and become more open to it, right?" The others nodded, even though Sarah wanted to protest that she was hardly 'experienced'. However, she knew what Mia meant, so she nodded and remained silent.

Mia continued. She even had the grace to blush. "You three were fairly loud in the loos earlier. I've never been with another woman, and it seems our fiancés expect us to bring female lovers to their beds. I can give you help and strategies to keep your men interested. Will you help me with same-sex sex?"

Sarah was about to snarl, "Hell no!" when Sally surprised her and said, "I don't know, Mia. I don't think I could experiment with someone I didn't at least like. I mean, if there's no physical attraction because there's no emotional attachment, I don't think I would enjoy making love to that person."

Mia considered for a while before saying, "Sex for sex's sake can be fun. There's no emotional involvement, just two people sharing their bodies to get each other off. I've fucked many times, and as long as both parties know what they're doing and looking for, it's glorious. However, it's true that it is much better if there's an emotional connection."

"Have you ever fucked someone you actually cared about?" Sarah asked doubtfully.

Tears sprung into Mia's eyes and she admitted, "No, not really. Not since my first boyfriend. Fuck, Jeremy. What a stud! Captain of the first thirteen at my school and the man who took my virginity. I was a skinny seven in those days. All flat-chested, no waist, thin legs because I ran all the time. I loved him so much, and then he dumped me for a voluptuous eight. He broke my heart that day, and I swore I'd make myself so hot no man would ever turn away from me again."

"Did it work?" Kylie asked, feeling sorry for the plastic blonde for the first time.

With tears slowly leaking from her eyes, Mia admitted, "Yes. But it made me cold and uncaring, and I've found it difficult to give myself to someone completely since I made that decision. All I cared about was my ability to turn a man on and make him mine. I've been shallow, not giving my entire self because I was always looking for the bigger, better deal."

"It's hard to trust after being betrayed," Sarah said reluctantly. She felt the same way when a boy had pushed her for sex on their first date and then spent the next week at school bragging about banging her, even though she'd refused. Sarah refused to go on another date with anyone from her high school after that event. She added, "I believe you've made a significant step forward by admitting what you did."

"Perhaps," Mia replied. "Or, being cynical because I'm not sure I trust my motivations, I'm painting another picture and putting up another false façade to get what I want from you three."

"Are you?" Sarah asked bluntly.

Mia shook her head. "I don't believe so, but given my past behaviour, who knows?"

It would take most of the rest of the month for Mia to realise her ice queen façade had suffered another significant crack.

The four women chatted about what the subsequent weeks would entail. Sarah joked it would involve lessons in giving head, taking it up the ass, and other ways to please your husband. Mia kidded that Sarah was probably right as Kylie and Sally watched, wide-eyed and disbelieving. But then Kylie teased, "I've probably given forty or fifty blowjobs." Incredulous, the other three stared at her until she explained. "I used to give boys blowjobs on dates so they wouldn't try to fuck me. I've given so many that I could probably give the teachers lessons on how best to get a man off quickly."

Before the girls could further discuss what Kylie had said, Cynthia Nixon strolled through the dining room. With this room being much smaller than the bar, Cynthia eschewed a microphone and used her strong, compelling voice. "I see we're already developing little cliques amongst the fourteen of you. I'm sorry, but although you will become closer to some than others, I cannot allow the typical cattiness that often develops when five or more women get together. Starting tomorrow at breakfast, you'll form into groups of three or four to attend your lessons and to help cook the meals for your fellow attendees and the staff."

Cynthia looked around the room, challenging anyone to disagree. She continued by naming the groups she wanted. Mia and Sally were in one group, with Kylie and Sarah in another. Cynthia tasked Mia and Sally's group with preparing breakfast while, to Kylie's shock and Sarah's amusement, their morning lesson was named 'Fellatio 101'. 'Fellatio 201' followed that lesson. Lunch was scheduled for 12:30, with another four women assigned to that task while the women who had helped with breakfast were scheduled for the same two courses as the morning groups. Another group of four were selected to help make the evening meal.

Cynthia finished her spiel by saying, "For those not helping with the evening meal, there will be an informal gathering in the bar between five and seven o'clock. You're welcome to attend with our without your attendants."

Not long after that, the groups of women broke up. It was still early, so most were unsure what to do. Sarah gathered her friends and returned to the bar. It was open, so the girls ordered drinks and took a seat in the same corner they were in earlier.

"I can't believe that one of the lessons is how to give head," Kylie said, shaking her head. "I wonder if I shouldn't offer my services to show the others what to do."

"Do it!" Mia retorted. "Offer and then show them how good you are. Lars seems to have the biggest wang I've seen here. Swallow all of him and then say, 'See? Easy!'"

"I can see it now," Sarah chortled. "My name is Kylie, and although I'm a vaginal and anal virgin, I'm the best ever at giving head. Girls, watch and learn. And then you drop to your knees and deep-throat Lars in one fell swoop."

The girls spent the next several hours chatting about this and that. The conversations with Mia were still quite superficial, but a friendship of sorts grew between the four. By the time Sarah announced she was going to bed, the four friends had become comfortable discussing virtually anything.

Chapter 4: The First Night.

Sarah Alberts.

Sarah opened her unit's door, unsurprised to find Lena and Paul waiting for her. They asked if she wanted them to stay, and when she nodded, helped Sarah to undress and get into bed and then got in with her. Sarah didn't understand why they didn't do anything more until Lena explained, "We will encourage you to explore your sexuality, Sarah. But we will not push or try to force you to. If you want nothing more than cuddles for the night or for us to leave, then that is fine. If you want more, you must ask or show what you want."

In answer, Sarah took Lena's head between her hands and guided Mia's lips onto her turgid nipple. Simultaneously, Sarah reached behind her and gripped Paul's swiftly swelling member. She jacked it until it was rigid and then fed it into her sweltering pussy. She moaned as Paul's thick, lengthy cock opened her love passage and glided inside.

Paul rolled onto his back, taking Sarah with him. He hooked his feet around Sarah's ankles and spread her legs wide, offering her sex to Lena's avaricious eyes. Lena hummed delightedly before lowering her lips onto Sarah's button and lavishing it with her tongue. Then Lena used her thumbs to spread Sarah's labia. Holding Sarah's pussy lips apart, Lena tongued from where Paul's lengthy cock plunged into her pussy, up to her clit and then back. Following that path over and over until she sensed Sarah stood on her peak. As Sarah prepared to lead, Lena sucked her cum switch into her mouth, sucked hard, and bit gently.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, ffffffffaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrk!" Sarah yelled as a stupendous orgasm blasted her mind to smithereens.

Once Sarah settled, Paul encouraged her into a sixty-nine with Lena and then knelt behind her voluptuous ass. He gripped Sarah's hips, and with a vicious lunge, planted his entire 7-inch cock into Sarah's cunt. Sarah moaned into Lena's pussy as Lena licked her slit and clit, occasionally lashing Paul's thrusting shaft.

Wanting to give pleasure because the feelings her two lovers were eliciting from her were overwhelming her, Sarah tilted her head and lapped at Lena's dripping juices. Lena moaned against Paul's turgid cock. The sudden extra sensation broke Paul's concentration, and with a guttural growl, he unloaded his nut sack into Sarah's extremely tight, squelchingly hot pussy.

Paul fell onto his side, and Lena rolled Sarah onto her back before eating and sucking Paul's cum from her inflamed cunt. Sarah, still inexperienced in Sapphic love, copied Lena's actions on her pussy to Lena's. The girls had two more orgasms before deciding they should sleep. Sarah couldn't believe how comforting it was to have Lena pressed breast-to-breast with her with Paul in the big spoon position.

Mia Walker.

Jim, Mia's assigned porter, accompanied the tall, surgically enhanced blonde back to her rooms. He opened her door and held it so she could enter and then quietly said, "Good night, Mia. Sleep well."

Jim stepped back, allowing the door to close. But before it did, Mia pulled it back open and, fearful of rejection, asked, "Jim, will you please stay and have a drink with me?"

"I'd love to," Jim said, smiling.

Mia looked into the bar fridge and saw a bottle of expensive chardonnay she'd enjoyed on a previous occasion. Bringing it out, she showed it to Jim, and asked, "Happy with a white wine?"

Jim grinned and said, "Would you be offended if I asked for a beer?"

In a change from her typical response, Mia returned Jim's grin and said, "Not at all." She looked in the fridge and added, "However, if you tell me you want a can of XXXX cat piss, you're out on your ear!"

Holding his heart and pretending to hurt, Jim laughed and replied, "You wound me, young lady. What's wrong with drinking XXXX?"

Chuckling, Mia answered, "It's cat piss, that's why. Mass produced by using chemicals to hasten the brewing process, and it shows in the taste. If you drink that stuff and have a headache in the morning; it's not because of the alcohol but from the chemicals used to force it to brew faster than is natural."

"I did not know that," Jim said, thinking about Mia's assertion. He accepted the bottle of Heineken she held out and tried to spin the top off. He grinned when Mia pulled the cutlery drawer open and handed him a bottle opener.

"Would you like to sit with me at the table?" Mia asked.

'I'd like to bend you over that table and roger you until you scream for mercy,' Jim thought. He smiled and said, "Sure. I'd love to."

Mia sipped her wine, watching Jim. He was shocked when her eyes filled with tears and they ran down her cheeks.

"Whatever is the matter, Mia?" Jim asked concernedly.

"Cold hard bitch. Just a kiss on the lips," Mia muttered the Jet song as her tears fell. "I'm learning that I'm not a very nice person, Jim. Those three youngsters I ate and spent time with are all much nicer people than me. Kylie's a natural ten. Sarah's a solid nine—ten if she loses some weight. And Sally only needs to eat more, so she fills out and she'll be a solid nine, too. I'm a ten, but it's cost me nearly thirty thousand dollars in cosmetic surgery to get there. Then, on top of that, they're all much better people than me.

"Kylie's so innocent, but on the edge of becoming a complete vixen. Sally is so sweet and also innocent, but she wants to explore. The only thing holding her back is a lack of self-confidence, and it's bitches like me who have made her like that."

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Jim asked.

"I think I will try to be a friend for the first time since I hit puberty and figured out what my body could get me."

"I think that's a brilliant plan," Jim replied, smiling.

"Yeah, I'm just not sure if I know how," Mia stated defeatedly.

"It's not that hard. All you need to do is treat your friends how you like to be treated."

"You reckon that's all it is?" Mia said doubtfully.

"You have two ears and only one mouth, which means you should listen twice as much as you speak. Also, don't be too judgemental. Try to understand their point of view before you offer an opinion."

"I can do that," Mia mused.

"Sure, you can," Jim encouraged. He reached out and took Mia's hand. He held it lightly, inscribing small circles and swirls over its palm. Mia watched, fascinated, as Jim stroked along her inner wrist to her elbow. Every stroke and swirl sent delicious tingling sensations directly to her nipples and clitoris.

Mia's lips parted as Jim leaned forward so he could reach her inner upper arm. Unknowingly, she panted as she felt the back of Jim's hand brushing her outer globe. Mia stared at Jim intently when he moved his right hand to cover her breast and pressed it firmly against her nipple.

"Oh!" Mia gasped as her juices flooded her pussy. She couldn't believe how intensely her body was responding to Jim's deft manipulations.

Jim stood and gently pulled Mia to her feet. He pulled her close before humming a soft tune in her delicate ear and encouraging her to dance to his tune. Mia felt Jim's cock erect against her stomach, and she moaned again, pressing her pudenda firmly against it. Mia's nipples ached and her clit throbbed. She could not believe how horny Jim's simple touching and stroking her arm and now his moving smoothly with her had turned her on.

Jim moved seamlessly to another song, this time adding some words in a deep baritone voice. Mia gave herself up to the sweetness of his voice and the eroticism of the dance. Then, Jim carefully unzipped and eased his lengthy, thick, 8-inch cock out of his pants. He ducked a little and slid it along Mia's perineum. They resumed dancing with Jim's solid pole sliding over Mia's clit and across her entrance.

Hotter than she could ever remember being, Mia whimpered as she tried to lift a little higher and accept Jim's dick inside her. Jim grinned at her, pulled her closer, and refused to let his cock slide into the tall blonde. Mia mewled with need, but meekly accepted Jim's dominance—it made her want him even more, to where her juices had covered Jim's cock and soaked his trouser front.

Finally, after a third sung/hummed song, Jim moved his hands to Mia's muscular bottom. He lifted her higher and slowly, deliciously, lowered her onto his enormous todger. It slid into Mia's tight passage, igniting her first squealed orgasm even before he bottomed out against her cervix.

"Oh, Jaysus!" Mia panted as Jim pushed her against the wall and proceeded to fuck her with long, fluid strokes. At the end of every plunge, Jim's cock rapped against her cervix. When this happened with previous lovers, all Mia felt was pain. Not with Jim. The pain was still there, but it somehow combined with the pleasure of his enormous cock roaring up her tight passage to drive Mia wild with arousal. She bit Jim's neck and screamed into it, "Fuck me! Oh, Jaysus and all His angels wept. Fuck me!"

Sliding his hands up behind her back so he could hold Mia's shoulders, Jim ripped her down as he powered his hips forward, slamming his thick todger against her cervix with every vicious thrust.

Mia, her eyes rolled back, climaxed and then orgasmed again, muttering, "Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Yes. Harder. Do it, you fucker! Fuck me like the slut I am."

Instead of obeying, Jim lifted Mia off his cock, spun her around, and bent her over the small dining table. Then, reinserting his cock, Jim smacked Mia's ass and demanded, "Whose cunt is this?"

"Yours, Master."

"Wrong answer," Jim roared. He slapped her ass again and repeated, "Whose cunt is this?"

"Yours, Jim."

"Do I own you, do I?" Jim asked sarcastically. "I stick my dick in your horny cunt once and you belong to me?"

"No!"

"Then whose cunt is this?"

"Joshua Westwood's!" Mia yelled as she crested again.

"Still wrong!" Jim bellowed.

Trying to think between her seemingly endless orgasms, Mia suddenly realised the only truth that matter. "It's my cunt!" Mia said firmly. "Mine, and it's not a cunt because I am not a crude person. It's my pussy."

Jim eased out of her pussy and said, "Yes, it is. Yet you let me take it. Why is that?"

"Because I wanted you to."

"Why? I'm not rich, nor do I have a prestigious job that will make me rich one day. Why, when all you've ever done is use your assets to ensnare men, why would you willingly give your pussy to a fat older man?"

"Because you're a decent guy who has treated me well, despite my treatment of you."

"Now that is a good reason to make love to someone," Jim smiled. "Now that you've got what you wanted, would you like me to go?"

"No," Mia immediately replied. "I want to suck you until you cum in my mouth, and then I want you to spend the night making love."

So they did.

Sally and Kylie.

Sally and Kylie said goodnight as the others got off at their floors. With their elbows interlinked, the girls giggled as they walked down the short hall separating their rooms. Sally balked a little before saying shyly, "Would you like to coin for a nightcap?"

Just as shyly, Kylie simpered before replying, "Yes. I'd love to."

Sally had learned quite a bit about wine from dining with Leo. She looked in the fridge and brought a bottle of Semillon. After popping the cork, Sally poured two glasses, and the girls sat on the two-seater couch. They sipped, not staring at each other and feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Without Sarah, the easy camaraderie from earlier had disappeared. However, both girls had ulterior motives for asking and accepting the drink invitation.

Kylie, the braver if less experienced of the two, took the bull by the horns. The next time Sally lowered her glass, Kylie leant forward and kissed her. Startled, Sally pulled back, but then the urgency in her pussy caused her to moan and lean back in to renew their kiss. The kiss quickly turned from exploratory to passionate, and next thing they knew, the girls were tearing at each other's clothes, trying to get the other naked as quickly as possible.

Sally admired Kylie's petite but gorgeously shapely body. Kylie was only a 30B, but on her petite frame, they looked enormous. Sally looked despairingly down at her flat chest. Her A-cups barely held enough to bother wearing a bra. Sally pretty much only did when out in public to hide her thick, elongated nipples. However, her thoughts exploded into pure sexual arousal when Kylie tipped her head forward and lashed her tongue over Sally's nipples.

"Gawd," Sally moaned, holding Kylie's head to her breast.

"Let's get on the bed," Kylie suggested.

Holding hands, the girls ran across to the bedroom and almost leapt onto the bed. Their mouths mashed together as they inexpertly kissed, sharing their passion as they did. Slowly, as their arousal grew, they regained control of their emotions, and their kisses morphed into sensual, passionate pashes that drove each other towards a sexual peak.

Sally got there first when Kylie clumsily fingered her clit and lightly bit her nipple. She rolled Kylie onto her back, and taking a deep breath to shore up her courage, slowly kissed down Kylie's body. Sally paused at Kylie's stiffened nipples to tease and batter them with her tongue before kissing lower. Reaching her friend's pussy, Sally hesitated. In their earlier escapade, Kylie had licked Sally's clit, sending her into a crashing orgasm. Could she do the same for her new friend? Taking a deep breath, Sally decided, 'Yes, she could!' She lowered her head, slid her tongue out, and touched it to Kylie's wetness and heat.

"Oh, my Lawd!" Kylie moaned. "That feels so good!"

Knowing where she liked to be touched, Sally licked along Kylie's slit onto her button. Sally sucked that divine nub into her mouth before battering it with her tongue. Kylie's moans increased in volume and intensity, rewarding Sally's efforts. Kylie's hands sunk into Sally's hair, gripping the young woman to her pussy as she waved her hips back and forth, grinding against Sally's lips.

"Yes!" Kylie hissed as her orgasm hit. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kylie groaned as her back arched off the bed, trying to stuff her entire pussy into Sally's mouth.

Sally, remembering what Leo did for her, pressed a finger against Kylie's dripping centre. She expected to find a hymen, but the opening parted without Sally finding one. Confused, Sally asked, "If you're a virgin, why don't you have a hymen?"

"Years of gymnastics," Kylie explained. "I would have torn it on the beam or the parallel bars in my early teens, or maybe even before."

"Oh," Sally responded, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge. "I didn't know that could happen."

"Are you a virgin, too?" Kylie asked.

"No," Sally reluctantly admitted. "Leo, who is my fiancé and was my boss, took it a couple of months ago. I had to pretty much throw myself at him to get him to take it, though."

"What was it like?" Kylie asked as she scooted higher and cuddled the other girl, letting her hands roam over Sally's A+-cup breasts.

"Leo was wonderful," Sally said dreamily. "He was so patient and caring with me, making sure I was hotter than butter on the fry pan when he entered me. But I sucked, you know?" Sally blushed. "I mean, yeah, well ... I did that, too. I mean I had no idea what I was doing. I tried to give Leo a blowjob, and I didn't think about covering my teeth with my lips and I kind of bit him instead." Sally giggled embarrassedly. "Even so, Leo remained patient and explained how to do it so I could pleasure him like he did me."

"Did you, you know, swallow?"

Sally blushed again and replied, "Leo told me I didn't have to, but I wanted to, you know? I'd cum like a gazillion times to his one, so I wanted to do something special for him."

"What does it taste like?"

"Salty, slimy. Maybe a bit like a warm oyster, kind of. I dunno how to describe it."

"But not gross, right?"

"An acquired taste like raw oysters," Sally explained.

"Did you only do that once?" Kylie asked as she casually took Sally's hand and placed on her vagina.

Sally grinned at her new friend and slid her middle finger into Kylie's pussy. "Sounds like someone's dying to suck her boyfriend off."

"If you were so bad the first time, maybe I should practice on my male attendant," Kylie mused as she held Sally's hand still and ground against it.

"Maybe we could get the two female attendants to show us and teach us?" Sally suggested as she wriggled her ginger inside her new friend and searched for her G-spot. Leo had found Sally's spot and taught her just how good having that spot played with was.

"Gaawwdd!" Kylie moaned, as Sally's inexperienced finger stroked over the rough patch that indicated her G-spot. She panted, "Yeah. I think that's a good idea. Not tonight, though. Tonight is for you and me, yeah?"

"Yeah," Sally agreed. "May I taste you again?"

"Please," Kylie gasped.

It was well beyond midnight before the two inexperienced lovers finally fell asleep.

The First Morning.

After breakfast, as they'd been instructed, Kylie, Sally, Sarah, and Mia stayed in the dining room. Mia and Sally were heading to the kitchen to help with lunch preparation, and Kylie and Sarah had their first class: Fellatio 101. After exchanging quick hugs, the four new friends made their way to their designated areas.

Kylie and Sarah held hands as they entered the small lecture room. They were the last to arrive, with seven other women already there. They took seats towards the back of the room, and were surprised when Imogen Bailey strode into the room, closing the door behind her.

Imogen carried several bananas with her, handing one out to every woman there. "Welcome to Fellatio 101," Imogen purred in her sultry voice. "Today we will begin to learn how to swallow an average sized cock without choking or gagging. Believe it or not, the bananas on your table before you are all between five and six inches long. Using the self-reported numbers, the average length of a man's penis is five and three-quarter inches. Now, those of us who have seen a few know that number is exaggerated at best. But I also know that all of your prospective husbands are, in fact, a little longer than these bananas."

The women in the class tittered and blushed, but not one denied that their fiancés were less endowed than the five-to-six-inch bananas. Imogen continued. "I'm fairly sure each of you knows the basics of cock sucking, so although this is called Fellatio 101, we will begin working on your gag reflexes so you can successfully swallow your man's entire cock. Nothing impresses a man more than a woman who can engulf his entire cock without retching or choking."

Imogen moved to the front of the class, taking her banana in her hand. Then, tilting her head to the side, Imogen lay the banana along her cheek, showing that its length was longer than from her lips to the back of her head. "As you can see, even at six inches, the 'cock' needs to go partially down my throat before it disappears entirely. So, if I'm lying on my back, with my lover straddling my chest, his tight ass resting on my tits, and he wants me to blow him." Imogen tilted her head forward as if bending forward to take her man's dick in her mouth. "Then I need to overcome my natural gag reflex to allow his cock to slide down my throat until his pelvis presses against my nose."

Taking the banana firmly in her right hand, Imogen slid its tip into her mouth before lasciviously running her tongue around its circumference. Then, swallowing, Imogen allowed the entire banana to enter her mouth, swallowing again as it hit her gag reflex. She gulped the cock-like fruit until all but the banana's bottom was in her mouth before sliding it back out and addressing the class. "Your gag reflex is a natural thing to prevent you from swallowing anything too big to slide down your throat," she explained. "It takes some practice to overcome it, but practice is all that's needed." Imogen swallowed the fruit again, showing no discomfort as it slid down her throat. "Your turns," she giggled.

Almost the entire class struggled to take much more than half of their cock substitutes. The exception was Sarah, which Imogen had expected, and, shocking to Imogen and the rest of the class, Kylie. Sarah held the fruit in her shapely hand, slid about half of it in, and then half the base to take the rest. Kylie waited until Imogen was watching and then placed the banana on its bottom end, keeping it upright by holding its base between her flattened, palm down, thumb and forefinger. Then she lowered her lips onto the banana's tip and engulfed the entire banana with one swift gulp, stopping only when her lips hit the tabletop.

"Impressive," Imogen told Kylie, an amused smile playing over her face. "Whooda thunk the virgin was such an accomplished flesh flute player?" The rest of the class tittered and then gasped as Kylie nonchalantly bit into and chewed the banana up before swallowing it. "I wouldn't recommend you do that to Mark, but otherwise, good job. Would you like to help me teach the others?"

"Sure," Kylie shrugged. "I don't think Sarah needs any help, so maybe she could help, too?"

"Yes, good idea," Imogen agreed.

Imogen, Kylie and Sarah spread through the room, showing and explaining how to overcome each woman's gag reflex. "It's mostly about being mentally strong enough to squash your body's inclination to retch," Kylie explained to one of the fiancées, who struggled to accept more than around half of her cock substitute down her throat. "As the 'cock' nears your gag reflex, swallow lots and concentrate on stifling the urge to throw up."

It took another few minutes of practice, but the young woman eventually managed, with Imogen and Sarah's encouragement, to swallow her whole banana without retching. She was the last to achieve the feat, and the other class members applauded when she finally managed. Of course, 'cocks' of just five to six inches were merely the beginning. Imogen left the room briefly before returning with another basket of the yellow fruit—these were all in the seven-to-eight-inch range.

"Ladies, once you've overcome your gag reflex, size from there on is only a matter of degree because once the cock is past your gag reflex, the length doesn't matter until the cock head enters your throat proper. Another challenge begins then because, of course, a lengthy dick of eight or more inches will occlude your airways and make it impossible to breathe."

Imogen peeled one of the new bananas and demonstrated, as she had with the first ones, how the length of this 'cock' was significantly longer than the width of her mouth. Then, holding the slippery fruit by its base, she then effortlessly swallowed the entire thing, bringing it back out covered in spittle, a streamer reaching from the 'cock' to her lips.

"Here's the thing," Imogen tittered, amused by her 'fact'. "With men with small dicks, you should always pretend to struggle to swallow them because it will make them feel more manly if you 'choke' on their 'huge cocks'. However, if you want to impress men with large cocks, swallow them to the root without pause or hesitation, and without the merest hint of choking or retching." She demonstrated on her banana again, sliding the cock-shaped fruit into her mouth and down her gullet with one smooth, easy action.

The women in this class, after watching Imogen's demonstration, peeled their bananas and tried to emulate her, with varying degrees of success. The first thing they found was, initially, they had to fight their gag reflex again. Even the small ten-to-fifteen-minute gap between finishing their previous task and starting this one had returned the sensitivity of their reflex. However, this time it did not take them long to suppress it again, and the bananas were soon disappearing down throats with relative ease.

"Well done, ladies," Imogen said, smiling. "Now we get to the interesting part—we bring in some real cocks for you to practice on." She opened the door and the various attendants and porters for the women assembled walked in. They crossed to their charges and stood before them. Matthew, Imogen's husband, stood before her, grinning like that cat that got the canary. His grin widened when Imogen placed a small pillow before him and then knelt on it. "We'll begin with the standard on your knees blowjob," she explained. "Ladies, you should welcome your man home with one of these every evening."

Imogen unbuckled and unzipped Matthew's pants and pulled them down, exposing his throbbing 8-inch todger. Then, gripping his hips, Imogen free-handed her mouth down Matthew's shaft until her nose rested in his crinkly pubic hair. Next, she gripped his cock with her right hand and jacked it as she swirled her tongue around his glans and sucked the head like it was a lollypop.

Imogen let her husband's cock from her mouth with a loud slurp and popping sound. She gazed around at the wide-eyed women surrounding her. Some of them were hooded in arousal, that was evident. "Grab a pillow and get on your knees, ladies," she commanded.

Several of the women exchanged nervous glances and titters before complying, but the majority almost gleefully fetched a pillow and got on their knees before their assigned helper or porter.

"Again," Imogen explained as she slowly jacked her husband's enormous tool. "If your husband's dick stands at six inches or longer, you should swallow him whole without pause or effort. That is how you impress a man with an above average-sized penis. However, if your husband is less than that, you should choke and pretend to struggle to accept him down your throat, because that is how you make him feel manly and powerful." Imogen tittered, "However, I can personally attest that none of you will have to pretend to choke with the men before you."

Imogen went on to fellate her husband, stopping every few minutes both to allow Matthew to cool down and to explain what she was doing and why. She alternated between slowly engulfing his entire cock as she cupped and gently fondled his balls to gripping Matthew's shaft firmly and jacking it as she lavished attention on his glans. Through all of these actions, Imogen kept a constant, firm suction on her husband's dick, driving Matthew to the point of no return many times but never once letting him jump over the edge.

The women studied Imogen's technique until they were sure they had the motions memorised and then turned their attentions to the men they knelt before. Many groans emanated from the standing men as their rampantly erect cocks were slowly engulfed by warm, wet mouths.

Imogen, seeing that her audience was occupied, returned her attention to her husband's throbbing cock with a vengeance. She stopped playing with it and concentrated on making it explode as swiftly as possible. Matthew's hands snatched to her head, and with a deep guttural groan, he filled his wife's greedily sucking mouth with his potent seed. Imogen smiled around the cock in her mouth, proud of how quickly she could bring her man to fruition, despite that they'd lived together for more than ten years.

She smiled up at her man as she tucked him back into his trousers and then wiped the cum that had dribbled from her mouth. The almost forty-five minutes of constant teasing from her gifted hands and mouth had ensured that Matthew had a generous gift for her, a gift she enjoyed receiving despite not getting anything for herself. Imogen's clit throbbed, and she was wet. Once this lesson was over, she planned on taking Matthew, John, Paul, and Lars back to their home-away-from-home apartment at the academy. Imogen needed a cock in all three of her love holes and a nice, thick dick for her right hand.

Matthew grinned at his wife as he pulled her to her feet. "I'll get back to work," he stated. "You know where I'll be. Come and get me when you're finished here and me and your boys will quench the slutty fire in your horny cunt."

"Done deal," Imogen replied, kissing her man passionately before returning her attention back to her class. She wandered around the class, giving hints and tips to those who seemed to be struggling to get their men over the edge. Before long, every cock had been drained, leaving the women feeling happy and proud of their achievements. For more than one, it was their first successful blowjob.

Imogen knelt before Kylie's man, who was Lars Lindberg, one of her boys. Lars was still gasping, revelling in the expert blowjob Kylie had just given him. His thick trouser snake still hung outside his trousers, saliva still smothered over it. "I thought you had better control than that, Lars," Imogen giggled as she took his softening member in her dainty hand.

"Ms Robinson is a beyond excellent fellatrix," Lars protested. "She had her finger in my ass, massaging my prostate before I had a chance to figure what was happening. I lost the battle not long after that."

"Me thinks out little Miss Robinson is not quite as virginal as she's have us believe," Sarah teased. She'd brought her man, Paul, to fruition not long after Kylie's success.

"All I've ever done is give blowjobs to pushy boys to stop them trying to fuck me," Kylie replied, chuckling.

"What about yourself?" Imogen asked, momentarily releasing Lars's cock from her mouth, where she was expertly bringing him back to full-mast. "What do you get out of doing that?"

"I get to keep my virginity," Kylie said primly. "It's my gift to Mark."

"What if Mark doesn't want it?" Imogen asked as she jacked Lars. "What if he wants to ravage you when he first has you? He can't do that if you're wholly inexperienced."

"He has encouraged me to explore before we get married," Kylie admitted. "But I thought he was only testing my faithfulness to him."

"Does blowing someone excite you?" Sarah queried, copying Imogen and trying to revive her man's erection.

"Oh, Lawd, yes," Kylie muttered. "Once I get inside, I have to use my fingers to relieve the itch, if you know what I mean."

Releasing Lars's cock momentarily again, Imogen asked, "So why keep holding out? Why not let one of them relieve that itch for you? Fucking is a whole lot more fun than masturbating."

"I want to be a traditional wife," Kylie explained, watching Imogen enviously. Kylie's pussy throbbed, still stimulated from blowing Lars and that feeling exacerbated by the lewd spectacles occurring all around her. "One man where I stay at home and raise the kids, look after the house, and encourage my man to be the best he can be."

"That is also the aim of The First Wives Academy," Imogen pointed out, relinquishing Lars's cock back to Kylie. "Traditional wives, except that they're sexually uninhibited. That is our goal." Imogen stood and addressed the room as she explained how the women's men expected them to be. "We at the academy, and your future husbands, too, believe monogamy is a stupid, unrealistic basis to found a marriage on. You're marrying rich men who will be surrounded by temptation their whole lives. Almost inevitably, they will sometimes succumb to that temptation."

Imogen walked around the room, encouraging her students to revive and service the cocks before them again. She continued, "Not only that, your men will be working long hours as they gather and/or cement their wealth and reputations. This will mean, as stay-at-home mums, you will have long periods of boredom. Many of you will face temptation to stray, as well. Some of you will fall prey to that temptation.

"Here at the academy, we aim to show you how to accept that your men will occasionally stray, and to help you realise the best way to control where and when he strays is to choose his straying companions for him. Women that may also be your lover. Men that your husband admire and respect and will be happy to share you with.

"Some of you may have noticed that four of the men in this room have tags that identify them as belonging to me. They do. I have taken them as lovers with my husband's approval. Now, although Matthew helps them to fuck me senseless regularly, he is not gay or even bisexual. Matthew does not play with my boys, although my boys do play with each other. Mainly for my viewing pleasure."

Imogen looked around the room, noticing the avid expressions that most of the women had on their faces. She grinned and added, "That's right, ladies. I nice stiff cock for all three of my slut holes and a fourth to grip and stroke as I'm fucked. Treat your man right, bring him home the occasional treat. Accept that he will occasionally stray and remain sure that he loves you before all others, and this little piece of fluff on the side means nothing, and you may find that he allows or even encourages you to take other lovers so that you're not alone and bored."

Imogen let her gaze wander over her class, seeing her words take effect. She could see that more than a few found the thought that their husbands would allow them to take extramarital lovers thrilling. Paying the price of allowing their partners to do the same seemed less because of it. She continued, "Of course, you should never play with another man without your husband's express permission. Playing with another woman is fine, so long as you occasionally let him join in. One of the purposes of this academy is to encourage you to make friends with your classmates. Friends who will become lifelong lovers, and assuming your husbands agree, potential playmates for them."

"Wife swapping, you mean?" Sarah asked. She pretended to be upset with the idea, but in reality, Sarah's sweet little pussy pulsed at the thought. Although she wanted a husband and kids, the thought of confining herself to one lover for the rest of her life saddened her. That Adam had encouraged her to go home with that guy and hadn't been bothered the following morning when he called and brought over breakfast before putting her in a limo and sending her here was encouraging and seemed to gel with what Imogen was saying. Sarah hoped this meant they'd have an active sex life that involved selected others.

"I'd call it sharing," Imogen shrugged. "But, whatever."

One of the others spoke up. "You mean our fiancés will sleep around on us, no matter what? And they'll expect and encourage us to do the same?"

Addressing the woman directly, Imogen replied, "Nancy, your man is among the wealthy elite. He controls an empire worth more than a hundred million dollars. Gold diggers and opportunists will constantly throw themselves at him, trying to become the new woman in his life. Now, you can expect your man to remain faithful, lose your shit when he isn't, divorce him, and get a nice settlement. But that leaves you alone and without the man you love. Or, you can accept that he will occasionally succumb to temptation and have faith that the reason he wants to marry you is that he truly loves you and wants you to be his wife forever."

Imogen hesitated before adding, "Another option is to select the women your husband sleeps with. You can surround him with gorgeous women who you have selected to be his lovers. If you do it properly, these women will be loyal to you and your husband, and they will keep the gold diggers and opportunists away from him."

"So, I let a half-dozen women sleep with him to prevent a dozen?" Kylie asked disparagingly?"

Imogen chuckled at Kylie's question. "No," she replied. "You select two or three absolute stunners who are loyal to you and your husband, and you send one of them at least with him wherever he goes. She keeps the dozens of gold diggers away from him and ensures he remains faithful to you."

"But he's not being faithful if he's fucking two or three others, is he?" One of the other women pointed out.

"He is," Imogen insisted. "You're accepting the reality that as a successful man, he will have many women throwing themselves at him, trying to take your place. You're also acknowledging that, as a man, he will inevitably fall into that temptation. By selecting his lovers for him, you know they don't want to take your place and are also happy to share him with you." Imogen looked around, smiling gently. "If you take advantage of what we have here, you will have lovers and friends with whom you can establish close relationships that will allow you to offer your man even more variety and have some for yourself."

"I'm not a lesbian," another woman insisted. "I don't want to have sex with other women."

"Nor am I," Imogen countered. "My preferred sexual escapade beyond one-on-one sex with my husband is to be double and triple teamed, something Lars, John, Paul, Matthew, and I will be doing once this class is over. However, I will gladly and joyfully bring a woman who I know Matthew finds attractive to our bed and to play with for our mutual enjoyment. And I will occasionally bring two or three women home so we can double and triple team him."

"You're saying our fiancés, when they become our husbands, will expect us to do something similar for them?" Sarah asked.

"I think that some of you have already been given direct instructions or hints to do so," Imogen said, smiling.

Sarah blinked, recalling that was precisely what Adam had done. He had effectively thrown her at the man she took home the night before coming here. Then, much to her surprise, he'd made love to her the following morning despite that her pussy was full of another man's cum.

"I'll be damned," she muttered. "That's exactly what my fiancé encouraged me to do. We were at a club, and this guy kept hitting on me despite me telling him I was there with my boyfriend. Next thing I knew, Adam was encouraging me to take the guy home with me. I thought it was just his way of testing my loyalty to him, but he kept insisting that I go and have fun. In the end, I figured this was just his way of getting rid of me, so I took the guy home and let him fuck me. The next morning, Adam phoned and told me he was coming over, bringing breakfast. He told me to get rid of my lover, then, when he got there, he asked me to marry him and then took me to bed and made love to me for hours before putting me in a limo and sending me here."

"Seriously?" One of the others disbelievingly asked.

"Deadly," Sarah confirmed. "I thought he was just setting me up so he had an excuse to dump me. But I'll tell you what, after I'd spent the night with that guy, Adam fucked me better than he ever had before, and I certainly had no complaints before that morning!"

That set off a round table series of discussions as the women discussed Sarah's assertions. Several others embarrassedly admitted that their men had also encouraged them to take other lovers. Only one, however, would admit that she had. Her fiancé had fucked her into senselessness the following day, too.

That brought the time to twelve o'clock, which was lunch and the end of classes for the day. Imogen grinned and grabbed John's and Paul's hands. Laughing, those three and Lars ran from the room, heading for Matthew's and her apartment at the academy. Imogen's pussy was positively frothing, having watched, demonstrated, and encouraged nine women into giving expert blowjobs receiving no relief for herself. Matthew was waiting when they got there. Seconds later, Imogen was riding her husband with Paul in her mouth and Lars in her tight ass. John, who drew the short straw for this round, had to put up with a hand job. He wouldn't have to wait long to fuck one of Imogen's holes.

Afternoon on the Second Day.

After Sally and Mia had helped to serve the lunch meal, they joined Sarah and Kylie at their table. The change in Mia was pronounced. Working closely with Sally and two of the other academy attendants had further broken down the walls the ice queen had built around herself. Plus, it seemed that shy Sally was, in fact, quite the natural flirt. She had the male cook's trousers severely tented not long after they'd gotten to know him well enough to interact with him comfortably.

The others, including Mia, quickly picked up that Sally had the chef, Jason, flustered by her casual innuendos and seductive touching, and they all joined in the fun. Before long, the teasing expanded to each other and the chef's two full-time helpers. To everyone's surprise, Sally brought the teasing to a head when she suddenly dropped to her knees and took the chef's cock in her mouth. One of the others assigned to the kitchen quickly followed suit, and before Jason could mouth even the faint protest he intended to, he had his cock's head in a warm, wet, and willing mouth as another pair of lips slid along his shaft and caresses his plum-sized balls. His orgasm quickly followed as he emptied his aching sack into Sally's mouth.

Sally, as Leo had taught her, released the chef's cock from her mouth before tilting her head back to show she'd captured his seed in her mouth. She was about to swallow when the other woman, Erica, kissed her hard, demanding she share Jason's gift. Surprised, Sallu allowed the kiss to deepen, and she let Erica's tongue gather some of the chef's sperm from her mouth. Then, Erica pressed her cheek against Sally's, and they both looked winningly up at him before swallowing showily, delighting in the salty, slippery taste of Jason's ejaculate.

"Jaysus!" Jason exclaimed. "Sally, we had bets you'd be the last to join the activities. It comes as a pleasant surprise to see you're one of the first!"

Sally giggled guiltily, knowing if it wasn't for her three new friends that she would never have had the courage to do what she'd just done. But now? Now, Sally was horny! She wanted to hop onto the kitchen bench and spread her thighs, but her natural reticence reasserted itself, and she was unable to do so. Instead, she innocently asked, "So, what's next?"

Jason zipped himself up, shaking his head ruefully. The blowjob had been good, but he hoped for more. He returned his attention to the task at hand and instructed his trainee group on how to sliver and prepare the chicken breasts for today's lunch.

Mia, who was about to kneel beside Sally when Erica had, was hornier than she'd felt in her life. Sex was something that Mia typically used as a weapon. She was good at it. Extremely good. No man could resist her blowjobs, and although she didn't care much for the taste of cum, she always swallowed showily, pretending to delight in the taste and texture. Mia was so controlled that she rarely got anything from sex. Luckily, for the sake of her subterfuge, she got very wet, and Mia could fake her orgasm better than any of the porn actresses she'd seen on film. Today, however, her clit throbbed, and she'd soaked her panties through. Mia hoped Jim would be up for some play this afternoon.

Unfortunately, as Mia discovered after lunch, today was Jim's day off. However, more than a few of the attendants had noticed the thawing of the ice queen's demeanour. That, combined with her stunning good looks and super-hot body, meant they were more inclined to engage her in conversation. After several unsuccessful attempts to attract someone back to her room, Lars and Mila, after ensuring Kylie didn't want them, agreed to accompany Mia back to her rooms.

Meanwhile, Kylie, who was still heated up from giving Lars a blowjob, and Sally, who was drooling from her escapade with the chef, slipped back to Kylie's room. Beginning nervously, the two inexperienced lovers kissed and slowly stripped each other. Of course, they weren't wearing much, so it didn't take long before they were both naked and entwined on the bed.

The more aggressive Kylie took charge, flipping Sally onto her back and moving straight to the main course—the delectable wetness at the juncture of Sally's thighs. Sally pretended to protest, but when Kylie's lips surrounded her clit, Sally's muted protest swiftly changed to encouraging moans. Sally grabbed Kylie's head and tugged her a little higher until Kylie's lips centred on her clitoris. Only a few seconds later, Sally achieved her first orgasm.

With her clit now overly-sensitised, Sally dragged Kylie higher and flipped her over. Then, doing something she'd only ever heard of, Sally turned sideways and scissored herself together with Kylie. Two sweet, young, extremely wet pussies ground together, the girl's clits rubbing deliciously against one another.

"Gawd!" Kylie groaned, her hips thrashing against Sally's as her orgasm roared into view. "And you're saying fucking is even better than this?"

"Much better!" Sally panted, another climax swiftly approaching. "This is so good, but having a nice stiff cock inside you is so much better."

"And we're sure what they're teaching us here is true, right? Our fiancés want us to be sexual creatures who love sex with them and multiple others?"

"It certainly seems that way," Sally gasped before pushing her pudenda against Kylie's clit firmly and shuddering as another sweet orgasm washed over her.

The sudden extra heat and stimulation dragged Kylie over her climax's cliff after Sally, and she squealed softly as an intense orgasm rattled through her petite body. They paused, pressed together, as they recovered from their twin climaxes. After a brief respite, Sally began moving again, sliding her hot, wet pussy against Kylie's.

"I can't believe that I remained a virgin, hoping to give my cherry to my husband, only to fall in love with a man who doesn't want it. I could have been doing this for years rather than only using my fingers," Kylie muttered as she reversed positions with Sally. Holding Sally's slender calves back and apart, Kylie knelt between Sally's thighs and tribbed her clit against the other woman's.

"Lawd, but this is intense," Sally mumbled, delighting in the novel sensation of having another woman's blazingly hot pussy sliding wetly across her clit. A third climax quickly followed. As she would with Leo, Sally wrapped her legs around Kylie's hips and pulled her in, revelling in the spasms of her orgasm.

The sudden extra pressure on her clit tossed Kylie off her precipice, and her groans joined Sally's as the young friends orgasmed again. After this climax, Kylie felt exhausted. She released Sally's legs, and after sharing a few loving kisses, the girls fell into a deep sleep.

Sally's attendants, Maja and John, woke them in time for dinner and the typical evening get-together in the buffet room. They showered together before putting on fresh clothing and making their way to the buffet room. They met Mia and Sarah there, Mia had that 'just been deliciously fucked' look that people who have been have.

"Have fun?" Kylie asked teasingly.

"Yes!" Mia exclaimed. "Whooda thought having sex with a woman could be so much fun?"

"Did you only receive?" Sarah queried as they lined up at the bar to get something to drink.

"No," Mia confessed. "I tasted Mila's tits, pussy, and ass. It was divine! Mila licked my clit as Lars fucked me doggy, and then I returned the favour as he did Mila."

Sarah studied the plastic-titted, bottle-blonde before her and realised just how much Mia had changed in the last two days. As was her way, Sarah took the bull by the horns and boldly stated, "You know, Mia? If you change from platinum blonde to a more natural copper blonde, which would be close enough to your natural hair colour, and got rid of the silicon boobs and reduced back to your C-cups, you'd be a natural ten instead of an enhanced one?"

Mia blushed, taking Sarah's roughly delivered words as the compliment they were supposed to be. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Sarah assured her before impulsively hugging and kissing the beauty-enhanced blonde.

Mia, who felt embarrassed by the unexpected praise, stiffened before returning the hug enthusiastically, giving herself to a hug fully for the first time in her adult life. After a few more moments passed, Mia sighed deeply and pressed her silicon enhanced body against Sarah's. Mia's hand dropped to Sarah's ass, and she gently kneaded that firm but pliant flesh.

"Yes," Sarah said breathlessly. She grabbed Mia's hand and dragged her to the elevators.

Other than when she 'performed' for her man, Mia had never had sex with another woman because she wanted to. She was nervous as she held Sarah's hand and let Sarah drag her back to her room. But once they were inside, Mia's needs overtook her nervousness, and she pulled Sarah around before kissing her passionately. Clothes, minimal that they were, flew, and the girls were naked on the bed, their impressive bosoms pressed tightly together as hands roamed, lips met, and tongues explored.

Sarah, ever the aggressor, flipped Mia onto her back, and immediately kissed down her body, skipping over her silicon enhanced breasts and centring on her large, exposed clitoris. Sarah's inexperienced with woman-on-woman sex bathed Mia's throbbing clit with broad, slow licks. Mia's hands snatching to her head and her deep groans informed Sarah that she had it right; Mia was already on the cusp of an orgasm. Sarah slipped two fingers into the bottle-blonde's pussy and curled them back, searching for Mia's G-spot. Mia's body stiffened into a rigour as a soft, but profoundly felt, orgasm washed through her delectable body.

"Gaaawwwddd," Mia moaned. Typically, before her visit to the clinic, Mia was a taker in sex. She firmly believed that men should be so enamoured with being allowed to sample her delights should be enough for them. Yes, she would let them cum in any of her three love holes, but their pleasure was secondary to hers, except when she needed to use her exquisite sexual skills to ensnare them. In that case, Mia cared little for her enjoyment, and ensured her man experienced the best orgasm she could give them.

Tonight, Mia needed to show Sarah she'd changed. After enjoying her climax, Mia encouraged Sarah higher before kissing her with every ounce of skill she had. After several more, Mia flipped Sarah onto her back before suckling on Sarah's delectable Double-D breasts. Satisfied with how Sarah was reacting to her, Mia took a deep breath and kissed down her lover's slightly curved tummy until her lips hovered above Sarah's delightfully flowered open labia and her stiffened clitoris. Mia inwardly gulped before pursing her lips and sucking that divine nub into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue.

"Oh, my!" Sarah groaned as her hips lifted from the bed to meet her lover's tongue.

Inexperienced, but knowing she was on the right track from how Sarah reacted, Mia alternated stabbing her tongue into Sarah's vulva with sucking and lightly biting Sarah's clit as she bathed it with her tongue. By alternating these two techniques, Mia relentlessly drove Sarah towards a stupendous climax. It hit, and with a squeal fit to rattle windows, Sarah showed her appreciation for what the pneumatic-titted, bottle blonde was doing to her.

Mia didn't let her new friend off the hook that easily, though. Returning her lips to Sarah's cum button, Mia slid two fingers inside Sarah's dripping pussy and curled them back. Then, lightly scraping Sarah's G-spot with her nails, Mia battered Sarah's clit with her tongue as she sucked on it voraciously. Sarah, whose orgasm had barely shifted off her peak, climbed swiftly to the precipice of another climax, and with another reverberating scream, leapt off the cliff into another body-shaking orgasm.

Mia let her settle this time, kissing her way up Sarah's body to softly kiss and hug her first female lover.

"Gawd, girl," Sarah panted. "And that was your first time with another woman?"

"Not really," Mia replied, shaking her head. "I've played with other women for my man's viewing pleasure before. But this is the first time that I've had sex with a woman for my personal enjoyment. Previously, I'd take almost the male role, you know? I'd make the woman service me and do little back to them."

"So, how was it?" Sarah asked as she cuddled the statuesque, surgically enhanced bottle blonde.

"It's quite liberating to give," Mia admitted. "I didn't realise that. My body was always just something I could use to get what I wanted from the men I dated. To give, expecting nothing in return, felt good. Almost like I was feeding my soul by giving you pleasure."

"Are you ready for me to give you pleasure?" Sarah purred as she rolled the older woman onto her back.

"Yes, but I warn you that I'm often a bit of a cold fish. However, I can fake it with the best of them."

"Do not fake it with me," Sarah growled. "Unlike men, I will be able to tell from how hot and wet your cunt is and whether your pussy pulses on my fingers. Now, Mia, just like you surrendered yourself to give me pleasure, surrender yourself to receive it. You gave without expecting anything in return, now receive with no need to do anything except enjoy."

With that, Sarah spent the next hour giving Mia more genuine orgasms than Mia had had in the last three months, even with her new fiancé.

The Next Few Weeks.

Over the ensuing few days, all the fiancées at the academy began working on their 'MRS' degree, as Cynthia described it. Fellatio 101 was followed by 201, where the girls learned to swallow like the champs they were fast coming. 301 taught the girls how to accept a full load of jism in their faces and keep their eyes open. Of course, this meant the women had to suck and jerk off a lot of separate cocks, which mostly got them over their fear of having sex with someone who wasn't their fiancé.

Courses on the various sexual positions and using more than just their mouths, hands, and pussies to get their lover off followed the fellatio courses. Boob jobs were shown and explained; especially how the visual thrill of even a small-breasted woman cupping her mounds around her man's cock as he fucked between her breasts drove her man wild.

By the final week, all fourteen women graduated the sex courses with flying colours. Each of them could get their man off in mere seconds if a quickie was required, or they could make it stretch out until the man was sure his cock's head would explode if he didn't cum soon. All that left was the actual act of fucking. The Academy had purposefully encouraged its students to experiment, both with each other, and with their attendants or porters, or both.

Needless, Kylie, who was the sole virgin amongst the group, even before attending The Academy, was the only one who hadn't had sex with at least one other man. She'd enthusiastically played with her three new friends, Sally, Sarah, and Mia, many times. However, as their time at The Academy wound to a close, she'd begun to have delicious erotic dreams about her two attendants, Lars and Mila. Mostly, they were about leaning back in Mila's warm, comforting embrace, the attendant's gifted hands working her sensitive nipples over. Then Kylie would lift and spread her knees, offering her soaking sex to Lars's gaze. The dream always ended the same; Lars's enormous cock splitting her hymen open and gliding inside her.

After the fourth night having this same erotic dream, Kyle got out of her bed and knocked on Sally's door. A very bushy-eyed Sally opened the door and wordlessly let Kylie in. The women hugged briefly before Sally took Kylie's hand and dragged her to bed. Sally wrapped her friend in a warm hug, using the typical big spoon-little spoon position with Kylie as the little spoon. Sally almost immediately fell back to sleep, but Kylie, who had come to Sally's room hoping for sexual relief, lay for close to another hour before drifting off.

Kylie woke to the sensuous feeling of skilled fingers adroitly massaging her breast and tweaking her nipple. She moaned softly and arched back, offering both breasts to Sally. Sally forced her arm under Kylie and cupped the opposite breast before sliding her other hand lower, through Kylie's still-springy bush and onto her love button. Kylie groaned and tilted her head back, longing for a kiss.

"Morning breath," Sally muttered as she revelled in Kylie's reactions to her ministrations.

"Same, but I don't care," Kylie mumbled. "Kiss me."

Sally turned her head to meet her friend's lips, and the girls shared a soft, intimate kiss as Sally's knowing fingers slowly urged her friend up towards her precipice. The leap from it happened when Sally circled Kylie's hymen-protected centre. Kylie moaned into her lover's mouth as a sweet climax washed through her longing body.

After allowing Kylie to turn to face her, Sally kissed her on the lips lightly and then asked, "So, what was last night about?"

"I keep having erotic dreams where I surrender my virginity to Lars as Mila holds me and encourages me."

"A dream or prophecy?"

"It may just be a prophecy," Kylie admitted. "Look, our time here is almost over, and if I've learned nothing else, I've learned that only I believe my virginity is something worth preserving for my future husband. It sure doesn't seem like he wants it."

"If Mark doesn't want your virginity, won't it be awkward on your wedding night if you're still a virgin?"

"But what if this is a test?" Kylie asked. "A test to see if I'll succumb to temptation?"

"But you already have," Sally pointed out. "You had sex with Sarah and me in the loos the first night, and we have just finished making love. You've blown more guys, demonstrating your talent to us other girls than any of us. All you've not done is have vaginal penetrative sex."

"Or anal," Kylie protested.

"Yeah, that was an interesting class," Sally giggled. "I can't believe that seven of the women decided to take their porter's or attendant's cock up their bottoms in front of everyone!"

"I can't believe anyone took it up the bottom full stop!" Kylie exclaimed.

"Actually," Sally replied, blushing guiltily. "I tried it with John later that night. When it's done properly, with correct preparation, it's almost as good as pussy sex."

"Sally!" Kylie exclaimed. "You didn't!"

"I did. Leo encouraged me to immerse myself in the entire experience and to learn about and enjoy everything that came with attending The Academy. I decided to follow his advice."

"But up the bottom?"

"Trust me; it's not only how good the act feels, it's how naughty allowing someone to do that to you feels. I did need to use my fingers on my clit to get off the edge for the first time, though. After that, as I said, I found it almost pleasurable as vaginal or oral sex."

"So, you think I should do that, too?" Kylie asked.

"That depends," Sally answered. "It might be a bit too much for you to give up both of your lower virginities simultaneously. But there's no reason why you couldn't surrender one and then the other over the remaining few days."

"You think I should make my prophecy/dream true?"

"You've already stated that you don't think that Mark wants a virgin in his wedding bed. So, what do you think?"

"Do you remember what we have on this morning?" Kylie asked.

"Other than those who are having their turns in the kitchen preparing our meals, we have the morning off, remember? This afternoon, there's another get-together where we're encouraged to show what we've learned over the last three plus weeks."

"It really does just sound like an excuse for an orgy, doesn't it?" Kylie said apprehensively.

"Attendance is not compulsory, remember?"

"True, but you think I should go, anyway?"

Sally giggled before replying, "If all of this is only to prove to our prospective husbands that we're all nothing but sluts and they were right to dump us, or if this is what they truly want for us, it doesn't really matter. Either we get one chance to let loose in an orgy with people we've come to know and trust, or we experience something that our husbands want for us. So, to me, it's win-win."

"Yeah, I guess," Kylie reluctantly agreed. "Now, let me return the orgasm favour before we go and get breakfast."

Fifteen minutes later, the friends showered together before dressing and heading to the dining room. Mia and Sarah joined them.

"Are you going to this afternoon's get-together?" Mia asked.

"I am," Sarah immediately replied.

"Not sure," Mia answered. "It seems like just an excuse for an orgy to me, and I'm not sure that's something I want to do."

"Yeah, me, too," Kylie said. "Sally seems keen, though."

"The more time I spend here, the more I believe Leo wants me to be sexually liberated," Sally explained.

"You don't think our prospective husbands just want to have their cake and eat it, too?" Mia queried. "A wife willing to stay home and look after the house, have their children, and their sexual needs whilst bringing home plenty of side chicks for their enjoyment?"

"I think that they're all rich enough to hire a housemaid with benefits, if that's all they wanted," Sally offered. "Why risk marrying someone when even a prenup would cost them a hefty sum when they can get sex whenever they want?"

"You have a point," Mia conceded, but the surprise was Kylie, who looked like someone had just slapped her face. "You okay, Kylie?" Mia asked, concernedly.

"I've just had a bit of an epiphany," Kylie explained. "Mark doesn't need me for sex. Nor does he need me to be his maid or nanny for his children. He has more than enough money to hire people to do those jobs and things. Mark needs me to be his equal in all things. That means I need to be at least as good at fucking as he is, and to match him intellectually so he can talk about his day and business."

"I think you're right," Sally reluctantly agreed. "Leo is the same."

"As is Adam," Sarah said, nodding.

"I'm not sure that learning to fuck is what Joshua wanted for me," Mia said with an embarrassed giggle. "I'm already pretty accomplished at that." She thought deeply for several minutes before adding, "He wants me to learn to love and to give myself fully instead of holding back like I tend to do."

"You certainly weren't holding back this morning," Sarah teased.

"And it felt good simply to give myself and enjoy what we were doing, too," Mia admitted. "I feel closer to you three girls than I have to anyone since before I was a teenager and figured out what my body could get me."

"That's sad," Sarah observed, her lips dropping in a moue. "Have you ever been in love?"

Tears silently fell from Mia's eyes for a few minutes before she burst into huge, wracking sobs. The three others surrounded her swiftly, and they hugged and comforted their friend. The ice queen's façade hadn't been cracked; it had been shattered into little pieces.

Mia's sobs eventually settled, and she pieced together a smile before saying, "Why couldn't Joshua have just seen the gorgeous exterior and want to marry it? Why on earth did he have to go and see I have a caring should beneath it? This would be so much easier if he hadn't."

"Because he loves you," Sally chuckled. "Or rather, I think he loves what you can become even more than he loves what you are."

"My porter, Jim, said pretty much the same thing. He said that the other attendants had no interest in me because they saw me as shallow and avaricious. But Jim said that he, and Joshua, saw beneath the cold exterior and could see what I could become, and they liked it."

"So, Miss Ice Queen, what will you do now?" Sarah asked in her typically blunt fashion.

"Learn to love myself as Joshua seems to," Mia replied with a sudden insight. "Then learn to love others as they love me." She thought furiously for a few minutes before adding, "You guys have helped me so much. You know, you three are the first genuine female friends I've had since puberty?"

"That's even sadder than before," Sarah said with genuine warmth. "I'm glad you chose to become friends with us. I wasn't all that keen, to be honest, but Sally saw something, and I'm glad that she did."

"I'm a user," Mia admitted. "How do you know that I'm not just pretending to be like this to convince you all, so you'll convince the staff here that I've changed and they will tell Joshua that I have? Maybe I'm still nothing but a user."

"Have you changed, Mia? Are you still a user?" Kylie challenged.

Tears flowed again as Mia sobbingly admitted that she didn't know.

The other three exchanged looks and nods before Sally said quietly, "We all think you've changed, and for the better, too. In the beginning, I would never have thought we could sit together like this with you and chat."

A small grin broke through Mia's tears. "Yeah, I was a bit of a snooty bitch, wasn't I?"

"Bit of a?" Sarah asked, mirthfully.

Bating her eyes coquettishly, Mia grinned and replied, "Yes, 'a bit of a'. I'm a sweet, innocent girl, really."

"That's a bit like saying that Ivan Milat was 'a bit of a serial killer'," Sarah joked. "And if you're innocent, then I'm still a virgin, and that hasn't been true for more years than I care to admit."

Mia fidgeted for a time before asking, "Are the three of you going to the get-together this evening?"

"The orgy, you mean?" Sarah asked mirthfully.

"Yeah."

"I'm not," Kylie replied. "I'm still a virgin, and even if I do give that up before we leave here, I'm not giving it up in a group sex scene."

"It's not my scene, either," Sally explained. "I know Leo wants me to explore, and I have been to an extent, especially with you three. But I'm doubtful about group sex."

Sarah said, "I'm going. I'm going to completely let myself go and enjoy as much debaucherous sex as I can. What about you, Mia?"

"I was going to," Mia answered. "But now it seems a bit, I don't know ... ick?"

"Yeah, I get that," Sarah admitted. "But it seems that Adam wants me to experience everything and then we'll get together and decide what kind of marriage we want to have. Where the boundaries are, if you will."

"I think that's true for Sally and my fiancés, too," Kylie mused. "But, as I said, I'm not giving up my virginity in a group setting to someone I don't really know."

Sarah thought for a few minutes before cautiously offering, "Kylie, I think you're ready to surrender your virginity and learn how to fuck and make love before you marry Mark. You've already experienced Sapphic love with us, and I believe you're ready to explore your sexuality. Sally, you've already fucked with and made love to Leo, so I think you're ready to try a threesome or moresome. And Mia, I think you're more than ready to learn how to make love instead of just fuck. In fact, I believe you've already experienced some of that with your porter."

Sarah dropped into a thoughtful silence before adding, "Why don't you invite your attendants and Jim back to your rooms instead of going to the get-together? Then, if you're feeling confident, get together with them in either Sally's or Kylie's room."

Mia, Sally, and Kylie exchanged glances before they all agreed Sarah's suggestion made sense. The three friends immediately called the front desk, where they spoke to Imogen. Imogen quickly agreed to send Jim, Lars, Mila, Maja, and John to their respective rooms. The girls embraced before getting into the elevator and returning to their respective rooms. Mia and Sally eagerly; Kylie trepidatiously.

Mia and Jim.

Jim knocked on Mia's door only a few minutes after she'd returned. She opened it and invited him inside after hugging him and kissing his cheek, which surprised Jim immensely. Mia offered Jim a drink and was unsurprised when he asked for a beer. She found a can of Heineken in the bar fridge and brought it to where he sat on the couch. Surprising Jim even more, Mia sat close beside him and linked her arm through his before sighing and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Putting his arm around her shoulders, Jim asked, "What's up, Mia?"

Tears leaked from Mia's eyes again before she softly said, "I don't think I know how to love someone. I only know how to use my body to get from them what I want."

"I think you're right," Jim replied. "However, I think you've already begun to learn when you play with your three friends, especially Sarah."

It was another of those 'epiphany moments' for Mia. "I love her," she said wonderingly. "I mean, I really love her. She's so grounded and down to earth. She calls a spade a shovel and then hits you with it if you don't agree. I feel like that I can be just myself with her for the first time since I don't know when."

"I think that you've learned to love rather than pretending you love to get what you want is a significant step forward, don't you?"

"Yes," Mia admitted. She started to say something else before biting her lip and looking away.

"It's okay if you love me a little, too," Jim said insightfully. "I saw someone special the moment I saw your photos. It was hidden beneath twenty layers of bullshit, but I knew it was there. And don't worry, I'm not trying to take you away from Joshua. No one could, in fact. Now those girls you hang with have cracked the ice queen façade, no man will ever hold you heart like your fiancé does."

"You believe I love him for real and not for what he can buy me?"

"Yes. The first sign was agreeing to come here. Who else would you have agreed to do this for?"

"Maybe I had just become aware of that my use by date was fast approaching and I'm latching onto the best prospect I have left."

"I'm sure that was your thoughts when you first hooked up with Joshua. But I've been talking to him, and I can tell you without a shred of doubt that he saw that immediately and decided you were worth a try, anyway."

"He told you that?" Mia asked, unconsciously shifting closer and leading into the older man.

Jim took the hint and moved Mia so she was sitting on his lap. Of course, that caused an instant reaction in his trousers, but they both knew that reaction from a virile man to a beautiful woman sitting in his lap was inevitable. Mia leaned back to grin at him and wriggled her sexily toned butt against his hard-on. Then she wrapped her hands around Jim's neck and kissed him hungrily. "Take me to bed and show me how to make love, please," she pleaded when they broke the kiss.

"Gladly," Jim replied, holding her to him and standing up. He carried her to her bed and lay her gently on the covers. He lay beside her and stroked her hair, gazing into her piercing blue eyes. His eyes lowered to her full, pouty lips, and he leaned forward to snag them into a soft kiss that swiftly morphed into a full on passionate French kiss. "You truly are beautiful now you've dropped the ice queen persona, Mia," Jim said quietly, looking at her face and body appreciatively.

"Compliments will get you absolutely everywhere," Mia smiled as she undid Jim's buttons, exposing his hairy, muscular chest.

Jim let Mia remove his shirt before kissing her passionately and gently removing her top, exposing her silicone enhanced E-cup breasts. Mia's nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and she moaned gutturally as Jim captured one between his lips and battered it with his tongue. She moaned and tried to encourage Jim higher so she could take charge.

"No," Jim refused. "Learn to receive with joy and abandon. Let me take you there instead of trying to control everything."

Mia was about to explode, but before she could, she realised that this was what she'd asked for. Sighing and trying to relax, Mia lay her head back and concentrated on merely feeling what Jim was doing to her instead of trying to guide it. She immediately found, to her surprise, when she stopped trying to force it, her arousal climbed quickly, and she found she was wet at her core from little more than a pair of lips on one nipple, something she'd never experienced before but had faked numerous times.

"Oh, my," Mia sighed as her back unawarely arched off the bed to try to force more of her breast into Jim's eagerly devouring mouth. Her hands slid into Jim's hair, but she only held him, not trying to control his movements or actions.

Jim swapped between Mia's pneumatic breasts several times before he kissed further down, briefly stopping to probe her belly button with his tongue. As he kissed lower, Mia unconsciously spread and lifted her knees, giving her porter access to her most intimate zone. With Mia's legs spread, Jim settled for pulling her G-string aside so he could kiss along her soaking slit and pry inside her gushing pussy with his tongue.

"Oh, my," Mia moaned again, her hands still in Jim's hair. Her words were barely spoken when her first climax, a soft, but profoundly felt orgasm, washed through her sublime body as her mind surrendered to the handsome older man with his head between her supremely toned thighs.

Licking back up along her slit, Jim encircled her throbbing clit with his lips before softly sucking on it and battering it with his tongue. A second, stronger orgasm pulsed through Mia's body as she slowly learned to accept love from her teacher. A third followed when Jim eased two fingers inside Mia's soaking gash and scraped his fingernails over her G-spot.

After the third time he'd made his student cum, Jim eased his trousers off and pulled Mia's panties off. Then, moving between her seductively toned thighs, Jim introduced his hefty cock to her entrance, and gazing into her eyes intently, slowly eased his 8+ inch cock into her soaking pussy.

Jim's cock was so thick that he'd barely eased its head through Mia's pussy sphincter when it hit her G-spot. Mia crested immediately, and had several more minor climaxes before Jim seated himself inside her fully, his cock's head resting against Mia's cervix.

Mia stared at him wonderingly for a while. Whilst Jim's wasn't the first cock she'd had that was long enough to rap against her cervix, it had been some time since it had last happened. Eventually, her eyes rolled back, and she growled deep back in her throat before pulling her hips as far back as the mattress would allow and thrusting back up at him.

Jim chuckled before kissing Mia and pulling back before sliding slowly back into her warm, wet depths. Fairly soon after, they established a pounding rhythm where Jim thrashed his hips back and forth, pile-driving his enormous cock into Mia's soaking depths. Mia launched into a cascading series of orgasms, each adding to the previous and lifting higher with everyone. But even expert cocksmen like Jim have limits, and after nearly fifteen minutes of trying his best to drive Mia's womb out of her throat, he reached his limit. Mia's super-tight pussy clenched around his thrusting shaft as another thundering orgasm blasted through her, and Jim roared as his balls tightened against his cock's base and sent its load roaring through Jim's urethra and coated the inside of Mia's pussy with copious amounts of baby batter.

They cuddled with Jim on top for a time before Jim eased his deflating cock from her cum-messy pussy and rolled onto his back. To his surprise, Mia rolled with him and ended up lying across his chest, propped on her elbows, staring into his eyes. "I don't understand why making love with you just now, and the previous time, is so much better than the sex I've had previously."

"I think you answered your own question," Jim replied thoughtfully.

"What do you mean?"

"You described what we've done as 'making love', and what you did earlier as 'having sex'," Jim explained. "The difference is that when you make love, you give yourself to the other person. Previously, you were using sex to get what you wanted from someone, and you held the real you back."

"I'm not sure that I've ever really been in love," Mia said sadly. "Not until I came here and Sarah, Sally, and Kylie showed me what it means to love. Only then did I realise I could love and that I'd fallen in love with Joshua and now you."

"Do you love me the same as you love Joshua?" Jim asked concernedly. He liked Mia, and thought she had tremendous potential, but he sure as heck didn't want even a long-term relationship with her, let alone marry her.

"No," Mia replied, shaking her head. "You're probably someone like the guy I should have given my virginity to, you know? I guy I liked and respected, but not that I was in love with."

"You didn't do that?"

Mia shook her head again. "No. I gave it to a teacher who would have failed me for bad grades. I traded my innocence for an A+ on a subject I needed to get into the college I wanted to go to."

"That, I think, is the saddest story anyone's ever told me," Jim said thoughtfully. "Did you care for the guy at all?"

Mia shook her head. "I needed at least a B in that course to give me enough points to get into university, and I hated the course. However, the teacher had a reputation for 'helping out' struggling female students, so I made the offer, which he accepted, and he gave me an A."

"Was that when you learned you could use your body to get whatever you wanted?"

"There was one guy at uni that could have been the one," Mia mused. "I really liked him, but he only wanted to be a teacher. I wanted a better lifestyle than that, so I eventually dumped him and started dating med students."

"That's when the cycle of trying to trade up began?" Mia nodded, and Jim added, "What happened, then?"

"I dated a few students until I graduated, mostly passing subjects by seducing my professors, and then started work in a lawyer's office. I'd chosen law because I thought that was the best way to meet rich men."

"And did you?"

"Yes. But I kept trading up, you know? But then I blew it. I met a stockbroker who I really liked, but his married boss showed an interest in me, and I dumped the broker for his boss, who used me for sex for about three months and then dumped me in turn when I insisted he left his wife. From that time on, I was 'damaged goods', and instead of every subsequent conquest being more prestigious, they became less so."

"Joshua?" Jim asked.

"Weirdly, Joshua came into play after Mark, the guy who promised he'd leave his wife for me and then didn't, dumped me. They work at the same firm, and after Samuel had cast me aside, Joshua asked me out. I thought I was accepting 'second best', but I now suspect ... No. I know that Joshua is the one for me. The one that I love and who genuinely loves me."

"So, us fucking together tonight is what?"

"You teaching me, and me learning how to make love, and not just use my body to get what I want."

"Do you love me?" Jim asked.

"Yes. But not like I love Joshua. And I do love him. I realise that now."

"So, you're saying it wasn't Sarah who caused the first crack in the ice queen's façade, it was Joshua?"

"I would have refused to admit it, but yes. If Joshua didn't crack the façade, he certainly weakened it enough that my new friends here were able to crack it open."

"How do you feel about that?" Jim asked as he rolled Mia over and slid back into her warm depths.

"Quite good, really," Mia replied after she'd moaned softly and lifted her knees so she could wrap her legs around her porter's muscular thighs. She groaned as her body responded to Jim's meaty cock ploughing through her slick tunnel before adding, "Joshua needs to know that I can love, that I'm capable of love before he'll go through with our engagement and marries me."

"I think that you're right," Jim said calmy as he pulled Mia down to meet his forceful thrusts.

"Let me ride you, okay?" Mia requested, trying to roll Jim over.

Jim was willing, and shortly after, Mia had her hands in the middle of the older man's broad chest, using them as leverage so she could thrash her hips along his enormous, turgid pole. The porter loved this position. With a beautiful woman riding his cock, all he had to do was concentrate on not cumming too quickly. Casting his mind away from the delightful feeling of Mia's extremely tight cunt gliding along his shaft and squeezing his glans, Jim kept his concentration on alternately stimulating Mia's nipples and clit.

Mia rode Jim to several orgasms before she lay on his chest and encouraged him to roll her over again. "Fuck me hard and cum in me," Mia demanded once Jim was on top.

Jim was more than happy to oblige, and after several more orgasms for Mia, Jim filled her tight channel with his spend again, with the pair shifting to cuddle before drifting off into a companionable sleep.

Sally, John, and Lena.

Sally opened the door and led her two attendants inside. But once they were inside, Sally became shy and diffident. Despite Kylie being a virgin and she not, Sally was by far the most conservative of the four friends. Lena suggested they enjoy a glass of wine and relax. Sally agreed, and after the wine was poured, Lena led Sally to the couch and sat beside her, encouraging John to sit on Sally's other side. John held Mia's hand, with Lena's hand placed lightly on Sally's thigh, close to where Sally's miniskirt's hem barely covered her panties.

Sally watched Lena's hand fixedly, her pussy wetting and her clit throbbing, hoping that hand would make its way higher. But the seduction, when it came, came from a direction that Sally hadn't expected. John took her wrist gently and removed the glass from her hand. Once he'd put the glass aside, he moved her hand until it covered his thick, throbbing erection. He rubbed Sally's hand along it several times before using his other hand to pull his shorts down and expose his rapidly inflating member.

"Oh, my," Sally moaned as her dainty hand wrapped around the thick shaft in her hand, her fingers and thumb barely touching. Sally muttered, "Oh, my, again" when Lena slid her hand up her thigh and cupped Sally's mound, her thumb circling the inexperienced girl's clit.

Sally's eyes didn't move from the throbbing cock in her hand, though. Staring as fixedly at that as she did at Lena's hand, Sally slid off the couch and onto her knees before John. Then, softly jacking John's shaft, Sally leaned forwards and engulfed his glans, using the skills she'd learned in Fellatio 101.

Sally didn't object when Lena pulled her top to expose her breasts, nor did she complain when Lena removed her skirt and panties. Her eyes flew open and her head snatched back, barely avoiding scraping her teeth over John's glans, when she felt a cock probing at her dripping pussy. Sally looked back to see that Lena had donned a strap-on and was about to fuck her with it. Sally's shock quickly gave way to arousal as the beautiful attendant eased her 'cock' into Sally's dripping gash.

"This is called being 'spit-roasted'," Lena explained, gripping Sally's shoulders so she could pull her back onto her 'cock'.

"Hmmm," Sally purred, surrounding John's enormous cock with her lips again.

The threesome quickly worked out a rhythm where Lena's inward thrust into Sally's tight pussy forced her mouth down onto John's cock until her lips pressed against his pubic hairs. She'd ease back and lash John's glans with her tongue when Lena pulled out. The race was on. Could Sally make the cock in her mouth shoot its load before Lena made her squeal? They'd soon find out!

As it turned out, it was almost a tie. Sally crested after a particularly vigorous thrust from Lena, and her orgasm moan reverberated around John's turgid cock, causing him to lose control and fill Sally's eagerly sucking mouth. Sally released John's cock and was about to swallow when Lena turned her around and kissed her passionately. Lena touched her tongue to Sally's lips, asking for entry, and after a struggle to figure out how to do it, gratefully accepted some of John's ejaculate from Sally's mouth. The girls exchange a cum kiss before they turned to face John, swallowing exaggeratedly and opening their mouths to show they were empty.

Their erotic display clearly impressed John because his slowly wilting cock roared back to life and became throbbingly erect again. Sally eyed it greedily, her natural reticence warring with her need for sexual gratification. It was no real conflict, in the end. Sally was horny and hot to trot. Having sex with Kylie most nights, and regular three and foursomes with her, Mia and Sarah meant she'd mostly gotten over her timidness about group sex. So, to have a threesome with a couple who she considered close friends and whom she found sexually attractive wasn't such a big deal. Especially when you added in that Leo seemed to encourage her to play.

Growling like a lioness pouncing on her prey, Sally leapt onto John's reclined figure, straddled him, and guided his rigid member into her soaking depths. Seconds later, Sally grabbed John's hands and guided them onto her pert, B-cup breasts. "Pinch my nipples," she demanded. "Fuck me hard and cause me some pain." John did what she demanded and pinched, pulled and squeezed Sally's nipples mercilessly as he pistoned his girthy cock in and out of her sweltering cunt. Squeezing John's hands as she thumped her ass down to meet his thrusts, Sally's eyes rolled back, and she demanded, "Harder! Pinch harder, fuck me harder!"

Realising that Salley needed more, Lena oiled her 'cock' and straddled John's legs behind Sally. Then, Lena forced Sally forward until she fell onto John's chest. Next, she eased her strap-on into Sally's ass. Finally, Lena grabbed Sally by her neck and ripped her backward as she rammed her 'cock' into the young woman's ass. It took a few strokes until Lena and John worked out a rhythm, but they eventually forcibly held Sally still and timed their thrusts to enter and withdraw simultaneously, with John's pubis smashing against Sally's clit at the same time that Lena's abdomen smacked against Sally's taut ass.

It didn't take long before Sally's orgasms became cascading sequences, each one building on the next until, with a mighty roar, John lost the control he'd held so tightly over his own climax and unloaded into Sally's slick channel. The sensation of John's enormous cock expanding and stiffening even more smashed Sally into a final, earth-shattering orgasm, and she squealed her appreciation to the ceiling before momentarily passing from this world.

Sally woke up to the delicious sensation of soft, feminine lips encircling her aching clit and gently sucking it. She opened her eyes and smiled at Lena as she pulled her up to exchange a soft, loving kiss. "My bottom hurts," she gently chided after the kiss.

Lena giggled before replying, "You weren't objecting when I was fucking you in there!"

"I would have objected if you stopped," Sally said innocently. She grinned before kissing her attendant. As they kissed, Sally squeezed closer and realised that Lena still had her 'cock' on. Sally grasped it, and tugged on it as if it were a real cock, only for Lena to bite her bottom lip and moan. "Wait!" Sally gasped. "What's with that?"

"It's double-ended," Lena explained. "I have around five inches of the double end inside me. So, when you tug on it, it's like you're fucking me with a dildo or something."

Sally bit her bottom lip before tentatively asking, "May I have a turn with it?"

"Do you want to fuck me or John?" Lena asked with a slight giggle.

"What?" Sally questioned, totally confused.

"Imogen is a FemDom," Lena explained. "She likes to peg her men, and as I'm sure you've noticed, several of the attendants here at The Academy are her 'property'. John is one, and Imogen likes to fuck him with her 'cock', which is much longer and thicker than mine."

Sally thought about it momentarily before replying, "I guess it depends on whether Leo wants me to peg him. He's never mentioned anything about it, so I'm assuming not."

"Successful men who are at the top of the economic and political tree often need to submit in their private lives to provide balance from their public persona," Lena pointed out. "Are you sure that Leo doesn't need you to be in charge when it's only you and him?"

"He does seem to prefer me being on top, and he goes wild if I pretend to hold his wrists down," Sally mused as she allowed Lena to slide the double-end into her pussy and set the base over her clit. Sally completed the fitting by tightening the straps until it sat snugly against her lithe body. Thinking that having a cock attached to her obviously female body looked sexy, Sally mused, "Do you know for sure that Leo likes to submit in the bedroom, or are you merely offering that as a thought or something for me to think about when I'm married?"

"I'm merely offering an observation, Sally," Lena explained. "My man doesn't have a submissive bone in his body, but I know of several high-ranking corporate executives who are totally submissive to their wives at home, and I know of several others who sees BDSM Mistresses outside of their marriage to get what they need."

"If I want to fuck John, what do I do?" Sally asked, her clit throbbing with the pressure against it and doing something so decadently naughty in her mind.

"Do you just want to fuck him, or do you want to dominate him and treat him like he's submissive to you?"

Sally's clit throbbed and her ass clenched at that image. "Dominate him," she hissed, her eyes hooding with desire.

Lena giggled before unlocking the supplies cupboard that every room had. Ostensibly, it was for the cleaning crew to restock their cleaning materials, but as Sally discovered, it also held a small selection of BDSM tools. Lena took out some padded leather cups, a few lengths of rope, and a couple of floggers. One was a fairly standard riding crop. The other, which got Sally's juices flowing even faster, was a broad leather paddle, studded with many stainless-steel rings.

Following Lena's directions, and with John's permission, Sally cuffed John's hand to the headboard before lifting his ankles and cuffing them to his wrists. Sally growled with barely controlled lust as she gazed upon John's naked, bound, and exposed body. Before Lena could even encourage her, Sally whaled on John's upturned ass with the flogger. Fortunately, John was an experienced player, and even with Sally's inexperienced over enthusiasm, she hadn't hit him with the power or precision that Imogen regularly did.

"Easy," Lena laughed, taking the paddle from Sally. "You need to set a few ground rules so that you both know what's going to happen during this session. John's a serious player because Imogen and Matthew insist he is, but that doesn't mean you can just beat him black and blue without checking with him to see what he's up for."

"Oh," Sally replied. "But we didn't ask if we could tie him up; we just did so."

"And we wouldn't need to ask if all we wanted to do was have sex with him, either. John's a big boy, and if he wasn't prepared to be tied as he is, he would have objected before we put the first cuff on."

"So, what do I do first?"

"Ask John if he's okay with you paddling him and establish safe words so that if it gets too much, he can warn you."

"Safe words?" Sally asked.

"Usually something really simple like 'orange' if John needs you to back off and not be so hard or intense. Red if he's had enough, or it's become too much and he needs you to stop. Of course, you could always fuck him first. John's always more eager to play after you've ridden him for a while."

"Ride him? I'm wearing a cock with another in my pussy. How would I 'ride him'? Wouldn't I have to take off the strap-on and let his legs down?"

"Amazon position with his cock in your ass instead of your pussy," Lena explained.

"Amazon position?" Sally asked curiously.

"I'll show you," Lena offered. She climbed onto the bed and worked John's partially deflated cock through his thighs until it lay along his thighs. Then, she took it in her mouth and expertly brought it back to fully erect. When John was, Lena stood on the bed and squatted down, holding John's cock at the right angle for her to slide onto it.

"Gawd, that is so sexy and powerful," Sally said awedly. "Oh, wow!" she added when Lena eased off John's cock and introduced it to her anus. A few up and down movements later, John's cock was entirely buried in Lena's ass, and she was bouncing on it like a pogo stick.

Lena crested quickly before easing off of John's dick and fetching a washer to clean it. "John's got pretty good staying power," she explained. "Imogen has taught him well, and he won't cum in you until you've had enough and tell him to."

Sally tried to copy what Lena had done, but found the position awkward, and she was frightened of hurting John's balls with her cock. However, with Lena's assistance, Sally found that if she turned and faced away, John's thick cock glided into her tight ass without pain or effort.

"This feels so decadent," Sally said breathlessly as she straightened and bent her knees, making her ass ride up and down John's enormous pole. "It's like I'm using him solely for my pleasure and enjoyment. That what he wants doesn't matter at all."

"Using him to get yourself off does a few things," Lena explained as she tweaked and pulled Sally's nipples. "First, it allows him to let go and concentrate on your pleasure wholly. Second, it allows John to serve you for your entertainment, and he doesn't have to worry about anything other than not cumming and allowing you to get what you want. Thirdly, but by no means lastly, it forces John to submit, which given he has to act dominantly with you new girls most of the time, provides him with the balance he needs to be the best man he can be for his Mistress."

Sally concentrated on the delicious sensations John's cock in her ass was causing until she'd achieved several climaxes before growling, "Cum in my ass!" Which John was more than happy to do.

"Well done," Lena chuckled, using a washer to clean John's cock and to wipe his cum from Sally's ass. Once they were clean, Lena used her exquisite skills to return John to fully erect and then gestured towards him while saying, "Assuming you still want to, John's ass is ready for a vigorous fucking."

Sally, who for the first time in her life felt dominant, growled deep back in her throat before kneeling before John's ass. However, she couldn't get her 'cock' to line up with John's ass. Sally discovered that being fucked and fucking someone was two separate actions. With help from Lena. Sally eventually got the tip of her strap-on inserted into John's bottom. From there, with Lena explaining how, Sally eased her entire cock into John's colon until her abdomen was pressed against John's ass.

After that, it took several strokes before Sally learned how to fuck someone. However, Sally swiftly learned to love how the inward thrust rubbed the rubber stopper against her clit, and she was soon fucking John vigorously.

John, who before he'd met Imogen and become her slave, had never imagined submitting to anyone, surrendered his body to Sally, and concentrated on the delightful sensation of having her 'cock' scraping over his prostate, his P-spot, as she fucked him. It didn't take long before the visual and mental image of being fucked hard by a gorgeous twenty-one-year-old sent him over the edge into a mind bending orgasm. With a loud groan, John's cock exploded, spitting cum between their thrusting bodies and showering his chest and stomach with his ejaculate.

Watching John climax sent Sally over the edge. "Oh, wow," she gasped after her orgasm had passed through her. "That was, I don't know ... It felt powerful, like I was in total control and could make you do anything I wanted." She eased her 'cock' out of John's ass and sat back.

John glanced at his bound wrists and ankles before saying drily, "Well, it's not like I'm in any position to resist!"

Lena and Sally giggled as Lena undid John's ankle cuffs, but she didn't release him, and tied his ankles to the end of the bed instead. Once he was secure, Lena lay on her back on his chest and encouraged Sally to straddle her face. Once they were in place, the girls teased John by snacking on each other's pussy, pausing occasionally to stroke and tug John's re-stiffened cock.

John was humping up at the air by the time that Lena took pity on him and allowed Sally to roll off. Lena straddled John's bound legs and lowered her toned ass onto his cock, gleefully accepting his thick member into her tight back passage. Then she lay back and patted her pussy. "Clean your 'cock' and fuck me with it," she encouraged Sally.

Sally made a quick visit to the bathroom to rinse her 'cock' off with warm, soapy water before returning to the bedroom. When she returned, Sally knelt between Lena's lasciviously spread thighs and awkwardly positioned her 'cock' at the older woman's entrance. It took several attempts before Sally figured out how to shove it in, and several more before she discovered how to fuck Lena with her 'cock'.

"Fucking someone with your cock is much more difficult than the guys make it seem, isn't it?" Sarah embarrassedly muttered.

"It's the same with anything," Lena giggled, easing her ass up and down John's cock as she accepted Sally's amateurish strokes into her soaking pussy. "It takes time and practice."

However, after several misstarts when Sally pulled back too far and her 'cock' dropped out of Lena's pussy, Sally built up a rhythm, which John joined in once Sally had established it, and they were soon pounding Lena between them, causing her to moan and scream as many orgasms washed through her.

Sally felt more and more powerful with every orgasm she gave her older female lover to the point where she was coaxing and demanding a response from Lena with every stroke. Alternating between telling her how beautiful she was and how much of a slut she (Sally) thought she (Lena) was. Initially, Lena was shocked by Sally's sudden dominance, but she soon went with it, enjoying the jarring changes from praise for her beauty to being called demeaning names as she orgasmed.

John finally losing control and unloading a torrent of cum into Lena's ass brought this part of their encounter to a stop. John immediately apologised, but Lena knew that his Mistress, Imogen, wouldn't accept his lack of self-control. Describing what she wanted Sally to do, Lena encouraged her to sit on a chair and made John drape himself over her thighs.

"So," Sally clarified, finding the thought of punishing John incredibly erotic and arousing. "I tell him what he's done wrong, say that I'm disappointed in him, and assign a number of correction whacks for his ass. Is that right?"

"Yes," Lena agreed, secretly amused by Sally's obvious arousal. Sally's nipples were diamond tips which could take out an unwary eye.

Looking severe, Sally said, "Mister John Day, I am disappointed by your lack of control. To cum without receiving permission is unacceptable. I believe that punishment for your errant behaviour is warranted. Do you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," John replied, his cock rolling and lengthening against Sally's slender thighs.

Sally looked at Lena. "Ma'am?" She asked. "Shouldn't it be Mistress?"

"Unless you're trying to steal one of Imogen's submissives and John agrees, don't you think that calling anyone who is not his Mistress, Mistress disrespectful?"

"Oh. Yes, it would be." Sally considered the situation before firmly saying, "Five for a first offence. You will count and thank me for each one."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Sally brought the studded paddle down onto John's ass. The thwack sound of its impact reverberated through the room, and circled welts immediately rose over John's upturned ass.

"Too firm," Lena chided. "John is not a pain slut. Think of the pain being a counterpoint to his pleasure; not as a goal in itself."

"Pleasure?" Sally asked, wonderingly.

"Surely you felt his cock stiffening against your thighs when he lay across them?"

"I did," Sally replied. "It's gone soft now, though."

"Because you caused John too much pain, and it was no longer enjoyable."

"How do I fix it?"

"Rub the sting into John's ass and play with his little brown ring as you do it."

Sally rubbed the welts into John's ass as she rimmed his starfish with her index finger. John's dick immediately roared back to life, thickening against Sally's slender thighs as she rimmed his ass. Her subsequent strokes were measured and controlled, designed to sting and stimulate but not inflict too much pain. By the time John had accepted and counted all five, they were both hotter than hothouses in the middle of summer and ready to fuck again. Lena giggled as she explained Sally was supposed to inform that John had been corrected for his misdemeanour and was now forgiven with the issue only addressed if the behaviour reoccurred.

However, her instructions were ignored, as Sally almost threw John onto the bed and leapt after him. She straddled John's prone body and guided his rampantly erect cock into her soaking snatch and began bouncing up and down it vigorously. She rode him to several orgasms until Lena reminded her to let John have one for himself. After he'd cum in Sally, Lena took Sally in a classic sixty-nine, which stretched until John was ready to go again.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern until almost 3:00 a.m., and John ran out of juice. The girls sixty-nined to a final climax each before the three cuddled together and slept until just before 8:00 a.m., when it was time for breakfast.

Kylie, Lars, and Mila.

Although, after several conversations with her new friends, Mia, Sarah, and especially Sally, Kylie had decided that Mark didn't want an inexperienced virgin in his bed. Instead, he wanted Kylie to be bold and confident when they first slept together. But now that she'd made the decision to make love with Lars, Kylie was shy and insecure, uncertain if Lars and Mila wanted to help her, and even less sure she could go through with it. Doubts like if Mark truly was 'the one'; wouldn't he want her virginity? Wouldn't he want a pure, chaste virgin as his wife? All the confidence and forthrightness she'd gathered when she asked Lars and Mila to come back to her room disappeared, and when Mila closed the door, Kylie burst into tears.

The duo exchanged wry grins, knowing what Kylie was experiencing because they'd seen it with other young, virginal women here at The Academy before. These young women were often devout Christians who'd been told their entire lives they had to be chaste and pure and save their maidenhoods for their husbands. That gift should only be bestowed on their wedding nights. Then their prospective husbands had thrown all that out like dirty dishwater by saying they were terrified of entering a marriage with a woman who had no idea if she even liked sex.

Mila and Lars hugged Kylie between them, with Mila softly saying, "Whatever is the matter, Kylie?"

"It was drummed into me my entire life that I needed to be chaste and pure on my wedding night, and I'm about to break that dictum."

"I suspect Mark will not take you to the altar for as long as you remain a virgin," Mila pointed out.

"That seemed to be what he was saying when he told me he'd booked me into The Academy," Kylie admitted. "But all those years of my pastor, mother and father drumming into me I must remain pure remain. You know?"

"Well," Lars chuckled. "I must admit that if you'd told me at your age that I'd be thirty and part of a four-way marriage with one woman and three other guys, I'd have told you that you were nuts! If you'd told me I'd discover I was submissive and prepared to suck a cock and take it up the ass for the woman I love, I'd have looked for men in little white coats because you were clearly certifiable! However, here I am in that precise situation, and making love to more people than I'd ever have believed possible."

"Yeah, I'm not sure if I even want to know how that works," Kylie said, shaking her head. "I mean, I'm finding it difficult enough to understand why the man who professes to love me doesn't want me to be exclusive with him, and doesn't want a virgin is his marital bed on his wedding night."

"I think it's more that Mark understands that sexual fidelity is typically an unsuccessful strategy to base a marriage on. He's like my husband, Per—a rich, successful man in a profession that has lots of beautiful women. Many of whom are looking for a rich husband. Temptation comes his way daily, and I know that, as a man, he will sometimes succumb to that temptation. So what I do is surround him with the most beautiful women I can find who want to fuck him, but aren't looking to supplant me."

"Mark will play around on me?" Sally asked sadly.

"He'll have temptation thrown at him constantly. Do you think he will resist forever? Take your friend, Sally. If she offered to have sex with him, would Mark refuse? What about Sarah or Mia? Could he resist them, either?"

"Sally and I are quite similar," Kylie admitted. "Short, beautiful blondes. My assets are probably a little more defined, but we have similar attitudes and personalities. I think, if I'm Mark's type, and I think I am, he'd find it difficult to refuse her if she offered. And Sarah's lush charms against Mia's lusciously enhanced ones? I'd guess few men would refuse their offers."

"So, Miss Kylie, you're finally starting to understand why Mark wants you to lose your virginity and loosen up a little before you walk down the aisle with him?"

"But I've had sex with Sarah and the others. I've given plenty of blowjobs. Isn't that 'loosening up and getting experience'?"

"Are you still a virgin?" Lars asked.

"Well, only technically," Kylie admitted. "I haven't had a cock in my two lower love holes yet. But I've done everything else."

"That's the bit that Mark wants you to fix," Mila explained. "He's scared that you and he will marry. You'll go on your honeymoon and try to make love, and you will find that you hate it. That all it is for you is pain. Now, how long does your marriage last after that? And why would he risk it when he has many suitable women to choose from who he knows can support him in his business and are good roots in bed?"

The two attendants had disrobed Kylie as they spoke to her, and they had her on the bed with Lars spooned behind Kylie and his lengthy cock pressed between her butt cheeks. Mila, who had also stripped, was pressed against her front. Mila's pointy nipples pressed firmly against Kylie's equally turgid ones.

Kylie relaxed her butt cheeks and pushed her small, tight, shapely ass against Lars's throbbing cock and moaned. Mila's lips snagged hers and Mila's fingers sought Kylie's aching clit. Kylie moaned again as Mila deftly brought her close to an orgasm.

But before Kylie could leap from her climactic peak, Mila moved away. "What do you want to do, Kylie?" she asked kindly.

"I need you two to show me how to make love to my man. I need you to get rid of my virginity so I can return to Mark as a woman who is ready to love him, as he needs to be loved."

"Good choice," Mila said as she eased Kylie onto the bed. Mila leant against the headboard with Kylie leaning back against her. Mila kissed and nibbled Kylie's neck and shoulders as she stoked the younger girl's arousal by softly pinching and tweaking her nipples.

Lars lay on the bed between Kylie's spread thighs and kissed her feet before sucking each toe into his mouth and bathing it with his tongue as if it were Kylie's nipples or love button. The combination of kisses, touches to her neck and breasts, and sucks on Kylie's toes caused her to moan and arch her back off the bed as if to receive her lover's inward thrust. A soft orgasm washed over her, and Lars shifted to her other foot and repeated his attention to the toes on that foot. Another petite orgasm followed before Lars began kissing up Kylie's legs, her sex his obvious destination.

As he came closer, Kylie turned her head to kiss Mila. Mila and Kylie kissed passionately as Lars worked his way with small kisses up Kylie's inner thighs until his lips reached her entrance. When he got there, he encircled her gushing pussy with his mouth and dabbed his tongue into her, surprised that he didn't encounter a hymen.

Sensing his confusion, Kylie said, "Years of gymnastics while I was at school. I probably busted it on the beam, if not on the floor."

"At least it won't hurt when Lars penetrates you for the first time," Mila said. "I can smell and see how turned on you are, so you're ready for him physically. Are you ready mentally and emotionally?"

Kylie took a couple of slow, deep breaths before saying, "Physically, I am more than ready. My pussy is so wet it's sloppy, and my nipples and clitoris ache to be touched and kissed." She sighed again. "Mentally, I can see that this is what Mark wants me to do. But emotionally? My parents and pastor both demanding that I remain chaste unto my marriage bed? That's difficult to overcome. However, I need to get over myself and my hangups and get with the program. So, Lars, Mila, please make love to me and help me become what Mark needs me to be."

Kylie leaned back against Mil and they exchanged a soft kiss as Lars returned his attention to Kylie's swamped pussy. It didn't take much for Lars to take her to her first orgasm, and even less time for a second. After a third, Lars kissed his way up Kylie's petite body until his lips met hers. His glans lodged against Kylie's dripping entrance, and he gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Ready?" Lars asked.

"Yes," Kylie confirmed. "Take my virginity and make me a woman."

With permission given, Lars pushed his hips forwards and slowly slid his thick, 7-inch cock into Kylie's virgin passage. She was so wet that he glided home easily before bottoming out in her slick tunnel. Lars's cock was long enough that it rested against Kylie's cervix at full penetration—a slight pain that Kylie enjoyed immensely. Lars held still, buried to his pubis inside the young woman until she moaned and pushed her hips up to meet him. Then he pulled back and slid back in, causing Kylie to moan appreciatively.

With Kylie's encouragement, Lars slowly extended the length and speed of his thrusts until he was fucking her vigorously. Lars's cock roared up her tight pussy, causing pleasure to radiate through Kylie's body until his cock's tip rapped against her cervix. The exquisite pain at the end of the stroke added piquancy to his pleasurable action. The combination acted on Kylie's libido, and after only a dozen or so forceful strokes, her head tipped back, and she screamed as a tremendous climax rattled her bones. Her first orgasm swiftly became two and then three before her tight chasm worked its inevitable magic on Lars, and with a roar, he filled her pussy with his cream.

Kylie's climaxed reversed directions, and she came again as she felt Lars's thick cock spurting its juices into her tight pussy. After she returned from her brief flight, Kylie collapsed back onto the bed and opened her eyes. She stared into Lars's eyes before saying, "Wow! That was intense!"

"Wait until you make love with Mark—someone you love as a lover and not as a friend," Mila said. "It's twice as good!"

"Like you and Lars?" Kylie asked.

"No," Mila replied, shaking her head. "Lars and I are fuck buddies, with Imogen's and Per's permission, of course. But we're not in love with each other. My husband and owner, Per, is the one I love, and making love with him is like stars exploding!"

"Is Mark expecting me to become property like you and Lars are?"

"Only if that is something you'd like," Lars explained. "But I think he'd prefer an equal relationship where you're a bit more open with your sexuality than most couples."

"He wants to fuck others?" Kylie asked sadly.

"As a rich, influential man, temptation will be thrown at him from every angle. Because he's a man, he will occasionally submit to that temptation, and if you're not on board with it, it will end your marriage. However, if you are open with your sexuality and confident in yourself and his love for you, then you can ensure you surround Mark with beautiful women who are willing to sleep with him, and will even love him, but they will love and respect you enough not to try to steal him from you. That will keep the gold diggers away and ensure your marriage remains strong."

"Can I take lovers, too?"

"Female ones openly. Male ones so long as you don't shove them in Mark's face. He would prefer you didn't, but as long as you're not blatant about it, he will choose to ignore it."

"The double standard?"

"You could look at it like this," Mila explained. "A man is sticking an external part of himself into you. You're taking an external part of a man inside yourself. Sex is way more personal and intimate for a woman for that very reason. The man has cum into someone; you have accepted another man's seed inside you. Do you see the difference?"

"Yes," Kylie said reluctantly. "I guess that is why guys find it easier to cheat than women."

"I don't know enough about that to agree or disagree," Mila admitted. "All I know is that I decided to love Per regardless of his infidelities, and I will say that I've never questioned that decision even after twelve years of marriage."

"Per fucks around on you?"

Mila giggled. "Well, what exactly would you call what we're doing? If you remember or badges, they clearly state that we belong to others, and yet here we are, in bed with you, having made love. So yes. Per has sexual encounters outside our marriage, but never without discussing it with me first."

"And you've surrounded him with beautiful women who you're sure won't steal him from you?"

"I'd say the attendants here are all beautiful women, wouldn't you? What red-blooded man is turning down an offer from one of them? Or your friends? For that matter!" Mila waited until Kylie had accepted that before adding, "Plus, I've chosen wives from amongst other women who have graduated from here to work with him at his business, and even to travel with him when he goes on trips that I cannot accompany him."

"And their husbands are okay with that?"

"The women I choose to accompany my husband arrange for their chosen friends to stay with their men."

"That sounds ... I don't know ... cold and calculating, I guess," Kylie said. "Why not just go with them?"

"Say Mark needs to go to a convention for his business and your children have a school event at the same time? Are you sending your husband to ensure at least one parent is there for your child's event? Or are you neglecting your kids' needs to go with your husband?"

"I see what you mean," Kylie mused. "And while the kids are young, they won't be able to travel much, anyway."

"So, you send Mark alone, knowing there's any number of gold diggers out there who will try to lure him into infidelity and take your place?"

"That does sound like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?"

"It's one of the many fears that we all have," Mila admitted. "Per and I met not long after we'd both done stints at The Academies. Cynthia had asked me to come and work here, and we were discussing how I'd be working with male attendants to encourage young women to open their horizons to sexual adventures. Per obviously knew that would mean I'd be having regular sex with other women as well as whichever male attendant who was assigned to work with me for that month. It meant that men he didn't know all that well would be cumming inside his wife. How well do you reckon that conversation went?"

"Yet here you are, married and in what I assume is some kind of ownership arrangement with him."

"Because we believe that sexual fidelity is a weak foundation to base a marriage on. Temptation abounds for all people. It especially abounds where rich, influential men meet avaricious, beautiful women. Your friend Mia was one of those. Do you think she cared about the women her targets were with when she pursued her next target? Do you think she worried about the heartache she caused the men she dumped?"

"I would say no," Kylie admitted. But she felt she had to stand up for her new friend. "I think she's had a bit of an epiphany about that now, though. She's spending the night with Jim, a man she would never have given the time of day to before coming here."

"Mia is now the type of woman that any successful man would be proud to have on her shoulder. Beautiful, intelligent, and thanks to you three, caring and empathetic. Strangely, only her fiancé, Joshua, and her porter, Jim, saw that she was capable of that. I'll admit to making some catty remarks about her, but now I'd be proud to call her my friend."

"Enough of Mia," Kylie said firmly. "I believe now that I've been deflowered, I'd like to try some things that Mark would enjoy."

"Like what?"

"Anal to start with. I think a sixty-nine with you while Lars prepares and fucks my ass."

"Done deal," Mila said, lying on her back and spinning around so the girls could form a traditional sixty-nine form.

Lars, whose erection had subsided as they discussed Kylie's relationship with Mark, stroked himself back to erect and then knelt on the bed behind Kylie's tiny, tight ass, spread her ass cheeks, and dabbed his tongue onto her starfish. Kylie moaned into Mila's pussy and pushed her ass back to meet Lars's cock. Her dark star fluttered before opening and allowing about a half-inch of Lars's tongue into her no-no passage.

Kylie's head tilted back from Mila's pussy and she moaned before muttering, "Oh, my Gawd, that feels so wickedly good!"

Lars worked saliva into Kylie's butt before introducing his finger. Once she'd accepted that, Lars worked in a second and then a third finger, adding plenty of spit to keep Kylie's dark star well lubricated. After succeeding in working a third finger into Kylie's butt, Lars used a tube of lube to add even more lubrication before smearing a liberal amount over his glans and along his shaft. Once he was sure Kylie's dark passage and his cock were ready, Lars moved up behind kylie and centred his throbbing cock in the middle of her chocolate starfish. Then, holding Kylie's hip to hold her still, Lars slowly pressed his hips forward.

"Umph!" Kylie grunted as her knot opened and allowed Lars's hefty tool to slide inside her no longer virgin ass.

Mila lashed Kylie's clit with her tongue as she twirled two fingertips over the younger woman's G-spot. The stimulation on Kylie's two most sensitive erogenous zones, combined with the decadently naughty feeling of anal sex, quickly crashed Kylie into a body shaking, bone rattling orgasm, and she lifted her head from Mila's swamped pussy to scream her appreciation at the sky. After her orgasm passed, Kylie dived back onto Mila's pussy and attacked it with renewed vigour. Surprised by Kylie's fervent attack, Mila crested quickly, and she howled her appreciation into Kylie's frothing pussy. The vibrations caused by Mila's scream vibrated across Kylie's clitoris, and her screams rose to meet Mila's.

Kylie enjoyed a third and fourth climax before her tight ass overcame Lars's resistance. Roaring, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Lars bucked and froze, bucked and froze, and bucked and froze a third time as he spat huge globules of cum into Kylie's colon, leaving him weakened and shaky. He fell onto his side on the bed.

Mila's fingers probed into Kylie's gaping sphincter as she drove the young woman to a final orgasm for the night. Sleep for all three would swiftly follow.

Home Time.

The four friends met for breakfast on their final day at The Academy. They ate together in silent companionship before gathering in Sally's room to wait for their fiancés to turn up and take them home. That wouldn't be until after lunch, but there were no more official events.

"That month went by so quickly," Sarah sighed as she absently ran her fingers along Sally's inner thigh. "I'm going to miss hanging out with you girls every night."

Sally, whose body was reacting to Sarah's soft touch, placed her hand on Mia's inner thigh and did the same actions as Sarah. "You're right," she said before daringly touching the back of her fingers to Mia's wet pussy lips.

Mia opened her legs a little wider, encouraging Sally to explore further. Simultaneously, Mia dragged Kylie into her lap and spread the younger girl's slender thighs outside hers. Mia boldly ran both her hands inside Kylie's legs and slid a finger into the recent virgin's slick entrance and thumbed her clit. "I hope that we four will remain friends once we leave," Mia sighed. "I can't imagine finding four more suitable women to help me be the best wife I can be for Joshua."

Kylie leaned back against the much taller Mia and turned her head so they could kiss. After breaking the kiss, Kylie said, "I'm with Mia. I think we four are perfect partners in crime for keeping our future husbands occupied and satisfied. I'd like your input when I choose Mark's assistants—you know? The ones we'll use to keep the gold diggers away. I'm afraid I'll accidentally choose gold diggers who will try to steal him instead of protect him."

"I'm so naïve that I have that fear too," Sally said softly, holding Sarah's hand against her nubbin and grinding against it firmly.

"Let's take this to the bed," Sarah suggested. Hers was the only pussy not currently being stimulated, and she felt the lack.

The girls quickly stripped and piled onto Sally's king-sized bed. They formed a daisy chain with Sarah's lips on Sally's pussy, Sally's mouth attached to Mia's dripping entrance, Mia's tongue lashing Kylie's nubbin and Kylie's fingers twirling inside Sarah's pussy as she stabbed her tongue into the voluptuous woman's ass. Lips and tongues were quickly replaced with fingers on G-spots and sucks and light bites on love buttons before the girls cascaded into a series of orgasms. Each woman's climax igniting the next.

Sarah, ever the boldest and daringest of the girls, suggested strap-ons, and the women quickly dressed and departed for their rooms, returning carrying strap-on cocks of various types and sizes. They all disrobed and reformed their daisy chain before, once everyone's motors were revving hard again, strapping their 'cocks' on and pairing up. Sarah dove between Sally's slender thighs and slid her 'cock' into the young woman's gash. Then she waited for the others. Mia eased Sarah's strap aside and slid her 'cock' into Sarah's pussy, and then Kylie did the same to her. It took some time before the women timed their strokes, but once they had, soft moans and cries of pleasure filled the room.

All four girls managed a climax each before they swapped. Once again, Sarah took the lead. First, she stripped Mia's strap-on off her and then she lay on her back and guided Mia down until Sarah's 'cock' slid into Mia's ass. After exchanging a quick giggle, Kylie and Sally played rock/scissors/paper, with Sally winning and lying between Sarah and Mia's lasciviously spread thighs and sliding her strap-on cock into Mia's gushing pussy. Kylie then moved in behind Sally, and whether purposefully or not, slid her 'cock' into Sally's tight rosebud.

"Ungh!" Sally protested before relaxing and enjoying Kylie's sudden intrusion into her rectum.

Again, it took several minutes before the girls worked out a rhythm that didn't cause one of the 'cocks' to fall from its intended hole, but once they did, orgasms rolled across all four girls almost nonstop. They finally broke apart about noon before showering and returning to the dining room for their last meal at The Academy.

After eating, the attendees packed their meagre belongings up, dressed in the clothes they'd arrived in, and made their way to the lounge bar where they'd wait for their fiancés to arrive. By mutual agreement, Sarah, Sally, Kylie, and Mia would wait with their men until all had turned up. The girls wanted to ensure their fiancés knew each other and wanted to introduce their new friends to their own man.

Joshua was the first to arrive, getting there about an hour after lunch. Mia squealed like a schoolgirl when she saw him and ran across the room to fling herself into his arms. They kissed, and Mia lay her head on his shoulder and bursting into tears. She sobbed and apologised profusely for her behaviour. Joshua hugged her tightly and assured Mia that he knew she was a better person than she was portraying and expressing gratitude that she'd figured that out for herself, too.

After a few more hugs and apologies, Mia brought Joshua over to meet her friends. It was immediately clear that Joshua approved of Mia's new pals because his eyes lit up even as they roved over the other girls' bodies—not that he was creepy about it. Just appreciative of their appearances. Joshua seemed especially taken with Sally, who was, perhaps, Mia's best friend amongst the group. Mia got Joshua a scotch, his chosen drink, and refills for the girls. She rejoined the group, holding a tray with the drinks, and enjoyed the banter as her friends got to know her future husband.

Leo arrived next, but the much more reserved Sally merely walked quickly across the room before pressing her slender body against the handsome older man and hugging him tightly. Tears flowed from her eyes freely, and she struggled to speak before they shared a deep, soul-searching kiss. After the kiss, she brought Leo across to meet Joshua and her friends. Similarly to Joshua, it was clear that Leo approved of Sally's friends, and also similarly, although his looks were admiring, they remained well short of lecherous.

Leo and Joshua didn't know each other, but the two men were soon engrossed in a deep conversation about their various business interests, and it turned out they were joint shareholders in several companies. It wasn't long before they decided to get together with their future wives, have dinner, and discuss possible future investment opportunities. Mia and Sally exchanged smiles because they knew their men would want to 'swap wives' occasionally.

Mark made his entrance about thirty minutes after Leo had arrived. Similarly to Mia, Kylie squealed delightedly and ran across the room to fling herself into Mark's arms. However, unlike Mia, there were no apologies or tears, just lots of hugs and kisses and smiled promises of delights later that night. After greeting her future husband, Kylie brought him across to the group to meet her friends and her friends' fiancés. The three men were swiftly in a discussion about shared business interests. It didn't take long before the three men agreed to get together after their marriages to discuss business opportunities.

It was almost another hour before Adam finally appeared. He'd come down from Brisbane and had been caught in the severe traffic caused by a truck roll over on the Pacific Highway. Sarah, who being the most sexually free during her stay, was still nervous about her promiscuity and her future with Adam. She walked towards her future husband tentatively, scared of his reaction to her. Her fears were swiftly allayed when Adam spotted her, and he almost ran across to her and swept her into a passionate embrace.

"Cynthia told me you enthusiastically involved yourself in the lessons and opportunities to play," Adam grinned.

Sarah's smile fell, and her spirits dropped into her boots, assuming she wore some. "Is that okay?" She asked nervously.

"Absolutely!" Adam told her, smiling. "I wanted you to get over your ridiculous notion that we had to be chaste other than with each other. Cynthia tells me you gleefully participated in the orgy, fucking men and women equally and with great abandon."

"I was a right royal slut," Sarah admitted guiltily. "I couldn't even tell you how many people I copulated with."

Adam kissed her and gazed into her eyes meaningfully. "Sarah, my love, I sent you here to get over this ridiculous notion of exclusivity. I will take other lovers, some of which I will share with you. Others just because I could, and I will be very angry with you if you do not do the same."

Relaxing, Sarah grinned and cheekily asked, "And if you come home from work unexpectedly and find some stranger nuts deep in your wife?"

"I'll laugh and ask if I should wait or go and find a willing woman who wants me balls deep in her."

Sarah examined her fiancé critically before giggling and replying, "You would, too, asshole!" She thought momentarily before adding, "I don't want to be that girl, but I would like to experiment with you. Try threesomes of both varieties, and perhaps to go to swinger and orgy clubs with you. Deal?"

"Deal!" Adam replied. "I believe those are the women you became close with and their husbands?" Sarah nodded. "Then, introduce me to them, and we'll discuss getting together for our first wife-swap party."

"Asshole!" Sarah spat mirthfully as she slapped Adam's shoulder. She took him across to the other couples and introduced her friends and their fiancés.

It turned out that Adam had had numerous financial interactions with Sarah's friends' partners through his software company, Adonis Consulting. Neither Joshua nor Leo nor Mark knew each other before their fiancées had introduced them, but they all knew Adam and had hired his firm for their computer and internet needs. The four men quickly seemed to forget their fiancées and engaged in a lively debate about finances, re-finance strategies, the current share market, and where they thought Australia's market was heading over the following few years. Adam, who was the youngest of the four, was more upbeat about Australia's current financial direction than the three older men.

Sarah brought their discussion to an end by plonking herself in Adam's lap and saying, "If you don't finish this up, take me home, and fuck me silly, I'm calling an Uber and we four girls are going back to my place for an all-night lesbian orgy."

"Sounds like a plan, as long as we can all watch," Leo teased.

"Give us a couple of weeks to reacquaint ourselves with our men, and we can make that happen," Sally challenged, shocking Leo to his core.

Mark looked at Kylie with a raised eyebrow. Kylie blushed, but then quietly and firmly stated, "I'm in."

Mia glanced at Joshua before also blushing. "Me, too."

"On that note," Leo said hastily. "Taking our future wives home and reacquainting ourselves with them sounds like a very good idea to me!"

Laughing and giggling, the eight new friends stood up and walked to their cars. The men left it up to their fiancées to make the arrangements for them all to catch up in a few days.

The End.

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Mike writes Sat 13 Sep 2025 03:21:

Great story, thanks for writing it.

Mike

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