The Second School. Part One.

I was proud to stand on the steps of the school and see twenty four girls and boys unload themselves from taxi’s, knowing that half of them would be our first set of young men and women coming to learn about sex at our school.

If you’ve read the first book, you will know how I came to be there waiting for them, but as in a lot of cases, you read the second one first not knowing that time has passed and we are into another book. So I will give you a recap although I would have preferred for you to have read the first one before starting on this one.

I had answered a small ad in one of our national daily papers in respect of a school of “Sexual awareness”, and after filling in a lengthy questionnaire followed by an interview, I was accepted. It was a three week course that cost 1,500, which I know sounds a lot, but believe me when I say that it was worth every penny.

I duly arrived there and was suddenly engulfed in naked bodies and unlimited sex, and being young, healthy and quite vigorous, didn’t regret my decision. The first girl I met there I fell in love with, and had an uncomfortable beginning because of it, but the two teachers, Peter and Penny, taught me that love comes from the heart, not just the body. We were married a year later.

In between times, with money that I had inherited, I had asked if I could invest in the school and made several proposals, and to my delight, they were accepted. So let me explain the set up of the school. The building was originally a large modern Victorian style house that stood in its own grounds, well away from any other habitation, except for one other smaller house that served as quarters for workers at the big house and in the grounds. This small house was retained for the same purpose, but the interior of the larger was turned into the school. The external features were retained because they were just perfect when viewed from the drive, the two pillars flanking the main door with a short flight of steps rising up between them.

There was a small entrance hall, or lobby that led to a stout door that had one of these punch button number systems before the door could be opened to enter the main building. Inside is the hall with the lounge off to the right and this contained couches and large chairs as well as an extensive library of books and videos and one huge television set for the playing of these videos. Next to the lounge is the bar and that led into the dining room behind which was the kitchen. On the left of the hall as you entered the house was a door under the stairs that opened into a small gym. This contained two rowing machines, two cycles and two jogging machines, and that was all except for a small bench by the far wall. Past the stairs on the left was a short passage that ended at the downstairs toilets, but before that was the door into the classroom. A large empty room with a small podium facing you and plenty of space for the futons that the students would use. These small mattresses were usually stored in a small locker room off to the far left corner when not in use. There was also another door that led into the toilets that also contained two shower outlets.

Up the stairs and immediately to the right was the dormitory that held twelve beds and small cabinets beside each for the occupants toiletries etc. At the far end were the toilets and showers that didn’t allow any privacy as there were no doors to the toilets, two either side of the dorm. There was a wall between them and the beds, but that was all. As to the showers, these were just six large shower heads with controls on the wall, no divisions as such, just a large communal shower area with a central drain in the middle of the tiled floor. The pupils, or students, whichever name they went by, were supposed to mix and interact with each other. It was basically a sexless society, because all that you did within the school was for all to see and been seen.

Everywhere, except the toilets, showers, gym and classroom, the floors and staircase was covered with a thick soft carpeting that I suppose you would call dark cherry or deep claret in colour, and it went well with the hall panelling and the dark wood of staircase.

Off to the right from the top of the stairs was a landing going round above the hall. This led to the private quarters which was a spare bedroom first on the right as you turned, and the landing continued into a small passage. This was to the bedroom and sitting room of the teachers and also the monitor room which also doubled up as the office, though the pupils were unaware of this last room.

On arrival, in the lounge, everyone would introduce themselves to the other members of the group and would then be expected to spend the rest of their stay at the school wearing only a sarong. This meant the women being bare breasted at all times, the same as the men, but full nudity was the norm, especially in the classroom, except at mealtimes. The whole building was kept at a fixed ambient temperature because of this lack of clothing, but the rules of the establishment you will learn as we go on.

So let’s get back to the story of what happened when I first enrolled. I was one of twelve and my first pairing was with Ann and it was heaven for me, and I’ve just been kicked in the shins by her to add that it was the same for her too. As I said, we fell in love at the very outset. It wasn’t something that I, or we had planned or envisaged when I subsequently enrolled, it just happened. We had the first afternoon and the whole following day together, not just on the futon, but in her bed in the dormitory for the next two nights.

Her breasts were a magnet to me at the very beginning, and despite her kicking me as I write this, am going to tell you that I immediately fell in love with her as she did with me. We were told at the outset that we shouldn’t make attachments, but there wasn’t anything we could do about it. We fell in love and suffered for two weeks before Peter and Penny stepped in and explained and showed us how love is handled in such an environment.

We both learnt an enormous amount about the sexual drives of different people, and how to use this knowledge to respond to each individual, which we were now about to put to use to benefit others.

But getting back to when we finished our time together as students at the school, it was a tearful goodbye to all the class mates and to Ann in particular. They were all leaving, but I was staying behind because I was now a partner of Peter and Penny, the owners of the original school.

That first night after the class had left was the most loneliest time I had ever experienced in my life, until Penny came into the empty dorm after lights out and into my bed. She consoled me in the way of the school by letting me lose my loneliness within her body, and this was with the blessing of her husband Peter.

From then on it was business. The idea had been to create another school by building an exact duplicate, mirror wise, adjoining the original, using the kitchen as the focal point to be able to serve both schools. This cut down the running costs by not having to employ any extra staff, for those there were only too willing to do that bit extra for an increase in their wages. The other joining point of the two schools was the monitor room between the private quarters of Peter and Penny and ours on the upper floor. I didn’t learn of the monitor room till half way through my own term as a pupil, until it was accepted that I would later become a partner.

The heating of the building was kept at a steady high temperature because all of us would be naked most of the time. The gym, bar, dining room, lounge, classroom, showers and dormitory, as well as the hall and staircase were all covered by heat sensors. This meant that anybody who entered any part of the building and raising that temperature by their body heat, would set off the hidden cameras wherever they were. Which meant that when I went into the empty gym, my own body heat raised the temp by those few degrees enough to set the cameras off and start recording whatever took place within the gym. Not only was it being recorded, but could be watched live in the monitor room at the same time.

I did bring up about the blackmail aspect of this, but have since learned and follow the same practice, that we only note what we need to assess a student and then have the tape erased to be used again.

But I keep digressing, because you should all know this from the first book. As the building work progressed, I spent my time as an acting teacher in place of Peter whilst he supervised the building work. This did involve me sometimes in taking an actual sexual part in the course of my duties for which I didn’t complain. But to bring us closer to date of completion of the building work, I then asked Ann if she would marry me and become my partner in the other half of the school and all that it would entail. My darling didn’t hesitate and said yes, and so we were married and went off to the Caribbean for our honeymoon.

We were welcomed by Penny and Peter on our return with whom we had a beautiful dinner in our new dining room, before retiring to our quarters which were by many standards as being quite sumptuous. We had nearly a week to enjoy ourselves before we would start work so to speak, and we made the most of it.

I again tried taking some karate lessons from Penny who practiced regularly with Peter between the intakes, and as usual, got the shit kicked out of me. Ann didn’t fair too well with Peter either.

The time then came around for us to accompany Peter and Penny to London for the interviews for a later intake of pupils, our first two classes already having been selected by them whilst we were on our honeymoon. This interviewing session was for those that we would select for the two classes in two months time. Ann sat with Penny while I sat with Peter. Ann and I both let them conduct the interviews and simply acted as observers. Though I had now been on many of these interviews, I still reserved the right to remain silent and pass on my own opinions later when back at the school for the assessments.

So our first intake of pupils had been decided by Peter and Penny to which I had no objection, the only drawback being that I hadn’t seen them first, but I wasn’t sure whether it was or wasn‘t.

So it was with great trepidation that Ann and I walked about the dormitory that would soon be filled and also went down to see the dining room and bar to see that all was ready before going into the lounge.

"It gives me the shivers,’ Ann said. ‘It’s so…so, much the same!"

"Darling," I said, taking her into my arms, :as long as you are here, it will always be the same to me." I gave one of her tits an extra squeeze before I let her go. At this point we were both fully dressed to greet the students.

"But can we do it? Can we compare to Penny and Peter in the way that they do it?"

"Time will tell my sweet, just think of how Penny would do it, and then you’ll find that there isn’t anything to it." So I left Ann in the lounge, telling her to wait there while I went round to the other part of the building to greet and collect the arrival of what would be our first set of pupils.

It was such a melee of young people that were disgorged from the taxis, that I had to say in an aside to Peter that it was so confusing that both lots should turn up together to be sorted out here on the steps. He agreed, and it was later that the intakes were told whom they had to report to, though by then, we knew which would be our pupils anyway from the interviews.

As it was, we managed without much difficulty to separate them into the two groups and I led my lot round to the other entrance and into the lounge.

"Ladies and gentlemen. It’s unfortunate that we didn’t meet at your interviews, but we were otherwise engaged on our honeymoon." This brought a round of applause and I raised my hand to stop them. "But knowing the integrity of both Peter and Penny, you have been selected as being the best to benefit from our school of Sexual Awareness. Now to you boys and girls, my name is Will, and this is my wife Ann!" I felt so proud at that moment, standing there with Ann at my side. "Now let’s hear your names, er, Christian names only if you please, age and anything you would like us to know." To be brief, the girls names were Sandra, Pearl, Koumi, Francis, Melanie and Sally. The boys, Andrew, Miles, Howard, Richard, William and Ronald. All were between the ages of twenty one and twenty four.

So with the introductions out of the way, Ann took them up to the dormitory and explained the bed sequence, girls in the odd numbered ones and the boys in the even numbers, and left them to settle in before coming down to the bar.

"I felt really nervous when they came into the lounge and I saw our first class. Do you think we are up to it Will? To run this like Peter and Penny did with us?" Ann asked again when she came down and sat on a stool before the bar.

"Knock this back and you’ll find we’ll do alright, believe me," I said, pushing a brandy across to her, taking one for myself too. We clinked our glasses and drank to our future success and I washed the glasses up as the pupils started to drift down to the bar where I gave each their free drink to start breaking the ice between them.

We then went into lunch, this being a buffet, where one long table was set up, and with Ann at one end of the table and I at the other, we talked to them, trying to put them at their ease before we went into the classroom. I know Ann was nervous at the thought of our disrobing in front of them, so I said that I would take the lead.

"As everyone does at their first encounter with the school, you remark on the heat. That is because you are wearing too many clothes," I began, speaking from the small platform before them as they sat on the floor and I held up a sarong. "This is all that you will be wearing from now on until you leave, and so shall we." I undid my shirt and took it off, dropping it on the floor and then dropped and stepped out of my shorts. There were gasps from all twelve sitting there as I stood completely naked for a few seconds before I put the sarong round my waist and slipped the ends into the waist to hold it up. I’m not sure if the gasps were for the tackle that I had or for the golden colour of my skin. There were more gasps as Ann did the same, again, whether it was the sight of those magnificent breast or her sun tan I don‘t know, and I was glad that I’d tied my sarong tight because I started to get hard myself when she revealed those lovely breasts to all there before us. Then off came her shorts for them to see the hair between her thighs before she too put on her sarong.

"Lovely to see aren’t they," I said with a grin, directing my remark to the boys, "I still get a hard on every time I see them." Ann stood there and blushed. "Now this is how we will all be dressed from now on, exactly the same as you. By each futon are two sarongs which you will wear and believe me you will soon get used to the nudity. The only time we insist that you wear the sarong is in the bar and dining room. We don’t want accidents to happen if they can be avoided." I gave them the talk about interacting, and Ann and I then, with the use of our naked bodies and charts, showed them the erogenous zones. Next we told them about how the pairings worked before Ann called out their names for that afternoon and next day’s pairings.

"When your name is called, take a chart and go to a futon and take off your clothes. The first one of a pair called will be the leader so to speak, and will decide the order of play.

One of the most important things is that of communication. Talk to each other as you explore the zones on the chart. Say to your partner what is good and what is not, or where you would like to be touched. Do not be afraid to speak and you’ll soon find that any inhibitions you may have of talking about sex and any acts, will disappear in time. We also stress upon you to not make serious attachments to whichever partner you are allocated at any of the sessions for you will be daily mixed up so that you will eventually have contact with everybody else.

So to this first pairing which will be for this afternoon, night and all of tomorrow for on the following days, it will be a different one." She turned to me and took the sheet of paper that we had drawn up of their names and pairings and we both smiled at each other as our hands touched.

"Sandra and Andrew," the two looked at each other and slowly got up collected their charts of the erogenous zones and went off to a futon. "Miles and Pearl. Howard and Koumi." Now this was a girl that I wanted to see strip. She was a big buxom Nigerian and I couldn’t wait to see just how big her breasts were. I had to wait a bit as Ann was still calling out the names. "Richard and Francis, Melanie and William and last but not least, Sally and Ronald. Don’t forget, the first name called is the leader, now strip off and explore each other’s body, but above all, remember to talk and learn from each other. We are here if you have any questions."

With that, Ann and I sat down on the edge of the platform and watched as they settled down and took off their clothes. Some of them shyly, some with panache and the others indifferently. The breasts as they were revealed was a sight for sore eyes, and I would be looking at them for the next three weeks. Those of Kuomi were truly magnificent. Big and heavy for a girl only twenty two years old and the fact that she was black and came from Nigeria was of no difference to us. I didn’t think nipples could be as thick and dark as hers were. I envied Howard to be the first one to handle and taste them.

"Nice aren’t they?" Ann asked.

"What?" I answered.

"Kuomi’s breasts."

"I hadn’t really noticed."

"Bullshit," she laughed, her hand brushing across the front of my sarong, belying the fact that I indeed had. "I know you when you see a pair of naked breasts. What about the others, or haven’t you had time to notice them yet?"

"Okay," I laughed. "They all look good to me, especially yours," I said, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. "Now what about the boys, or haven’t you been looking?"

"You can’t really tell from here as yet. We’ll see them all later, but I don’t think they’ll match up to you darling," she replied, squeezing my hand back in response.

We sat there and watched as our students explored each other’s bodies and it wasn’t long before male bare arses started to rise up and commence ploughing into the naked female beneath them.

"Were we as bad as that?" Ann whispered to me as we watched them going hammer and tongs at each other.

"More so I think,’ I answered. ‘How long shall we give them?"

"We’ll have to wait till that last couple over there have finished. Which pair are they?"

"Melanie and William I think, though I’m going to call him Bill, his name’s too close to mine." As we sat and watched them, my mind went back over the last couple of months.

With Ann agreeing to marry me and run the school in partnership with Penny and Peter, we’d set our wedding date a month before the opening of our part of the school. The date was carefully chosen so that it would fall in between class intakes so that Peter could be best man and Penny a bridesmaid.

We were married in Ann’s local church with only a few guests present to see us spliced. Ann was given away by her uncle as her father had died some years before. Her mother wasn’t in the best of heath but was there to see her daughter get wed, and did the usual thing by crying. There were a couple of her friends also along with her aunt. On my side, I had managed to track down Ralph, the bisexual from our old class and he’d brought along his partner who hadn‘t been at the school, a boy called Clifford. ‘I like hanging out over a cliff face,’ Ralph joked in an aside to me as we were introduced.

I hadn’t known he was bisexual until the pairings in our class came round to boys with boys and girls with girls. My first pairing at this was with Martin and neither of us had done this before, but we managed, it being the first time anyone had ever poked their dick up my arse, me doing the same to him of course. It was on the second day that I’d been paired with Ralph and I learnt an awful lot from him about that side of sex, and actually enjoyed my session with him. His present partner, Clifford, was obviously gay and I must admit that I wouldn’t have minded having a session with him, but then I wouldn’t climb across Ann to get to him, if you know what I mean.

Ann looked positively radiant as she walked down the aisle on the arm of her uncle carrying her small bouquet. The cut of her wedding dress did nothing to conceal the voluptuousness of her body, the swell of her breasts clearly visible, and I’m sure the vicar could see her navel when she leaned forward as we kneeled down in front of him.

Duly united in the face of God, we had our reception in a local hotel and a good spread was laid out with plenty to drink. Peter duly stood up and read out the few telegrams that we’d received, but I’m glad he held back the explicit note from Kathy, the half Chinese girl that had also fallen in love with me, but had graciously conceded defeat to Ann. The note said that she loved me but conceded that Ann was the girl for me and that if at any time in the future I was in trouble or needed help, to call out and she would come running.

His speech was very good, complimenting Ann’s mother on the way she had reared her only daughter and that he and Penny looked forward to working very close to us in the future. He skirted round what we would be doing and none of her family or friends knew that she had been fucked by both him and Ralph and also had sex with Penny at the school.

We had been given some wonderful presents that were gratefully received. Ralph and Clifford gave us an antique loving cup and Clifford was most embarrassed when Ann kissed him full on the lips as she had done to Ralph. I nearly kissed them both, having been quite intimate with Ralph in the past, but he stopped me in time. "Not in public old boy," he’d said in a low voice, "not in public." So we shook hands and embraced instead.

Eventually I kissed the mother-in-law farewell and shook hands with the uncle and aunt, and said goodbye to the others, and we went off with Peter and Penny back to the school. We’d hired a car and driver so that we all could have a good drink without the problem of driving back.

We went straight up to our new quarters to change and said that we’d have drinks together afterwards in the bar. In our new rooms, I whirled Ann round and round so that her dress flared out and then eased off the shoulder straps and pulled the top down to her waist. Her breasts glowed in the reflected light from the dress and they shimmered as she moved closer towards me. I was hungry for them and for her and she felt my need as she came into my arms.

The dress and other things, and my own clothes were soon off and scattered around the floor as we coupled in a frenzy on the carpet of our bedroom. I think we did a circuit of the room on her back and I got carpet burns on my knees as I came twice to her three times. Then we did it again in the shower, Ann impaled as I held her up against the tiles with the water washing away the sweat and soap suds and cooling down the heat of our joined bodies.

I picked up the inter-house phone and spoke to Penny, saying that we would be downstairs in a few minutes to christen our new bar, dress informal, in other words, sarongs. With Ann, dried, perfumed and powdered, we went down the staircase to the bar where Peter and Penny were waiting, dressed the same, Penny’s breasts looking as lovely as ever.

"Married life seems to suit you," Penny said to Ann, "you’re positively glowing."

"Carpet or bed?" Peter asked with a smile.

"What do you think?" I said letting him see my knees. He laughed and went behind the bar to serve us the first drinks from our bar.

We had a good evening, but soon broke up the party and went upstairs and they came into our quarters to pass through the enlarged monitor room to enter theirs.

We only made love once that night having sated ourselves earlier. But it was done this time with slow precise movements of hands and mouths that we devoured each other. The next day was spent examining the school and seeing that all was nearly finished and then packed as we would be leaving early the next morning.

We travelled first class by British Airways and I think it was obvious that we were newlyweds, holding hands the whole flight, feeding each other from our trays. Ann was wearing a lovely eggshell blue suit topped off with a pert little hat while I was more sombre in a grey lounge suit. We flew into St Lucia in the Caribbean where we were whisked away in a small boat to take us to the small hotel island that was a nudist’s paradise. It was a very small island being only about two square miles, but big enough for all the guests to find an empty part of the surrounding sands to strip and sunbathe completely naked. As soon as I’d known I was going to ask Ann to marry me, I’d provisionally booked a cabin and later confirmed the date when I knew when we would be opening our half of the school.

What if Ann had said no to marrying me, I hear some of you asking? Well I still would have gone and I’m pretty certain that I wouldn’t have been alone. I think that any of the other five girls of our old class would have jumped at the chance of three weeks with me on this island.

Our cabin, like all the others, was completely separate so that privacy was maintained, and it was only a short walk from anywhere on the island to the main lodge where the dining room and bar were. Meals and drinks were also served in your cabin if required. Well we didn’t leave the cabin for the first two days, so we had to be supplied with food and drink for us to keep our strength up.

When we eventually surfaced and went out and down to the beach, we only carried towels and sun cream. When Ann asked me to cream her body, I suggest semen, but got a slap for that, so I just used the sun block to rub over her breasts and other parts. She paid special attention to my parts, taking rather a long time to rub the cream in and making it stand out quite proud.

‘Don’t want to get this thing burnt, do we?’ was the excuse. It was glorious, making love out on the beach or in the surf, emulating Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr but without costumes, and going all the way too.

Within a week, were both golden brown and we darkened our skin even more over the following two weeks. It was paradise, and we said that we would do this every year, expensive though it was, it was well worth it. The sex was as vigorous as it had been at the school, my cock going up and down like an elevator. I think it spent more time erect than limp during the whole time there, and Ann was insatiable. We quite often had desserts delivered to our cabin so that we could smear our bodies with the fruit and cream for us to lick and eat off each other. She even went to the extreme of putting fruit inside herself for me to eat out of her and in some cases, finding it with my teeth and passing it up for her to eat. Her favourite though, was to cover my erection with honey and cream and then suck and lick it off.

It was with regret when it came time for us to leave. It had been known that we were honeymooning, and had been left alone, but we still got to know the proprietors, a married couple, quite well and we actually booked ourselves in there and then for our Christmas break.

The flight was full on our journey home, so we had to forgo joining the mile high club that trip which we had planned, and soon landed back in the coolness of England. It was only a week to when our first class were due and we went up to London with Peter and Penny to interview the following month’s applicants, about which I’ve already mentioned.

We got to know the staff that cleaned and did the catering for the school, but left the actual running and overseeing of them to Penny as she had always done in the past. They actually welcomed the extra duties and pay, because they were really under worked as it was before and found it boring. They were used to seeing Penny bare breasted, so it made no difference for Ann to meet them the same way though it took her some time to get used to this. But this was only when inside the building. If ever we went outside, we had to put clothes on so as not to catch cold, which would be disastrous in the classroom for the others.

Ann nudged me and brought me back to the present to see that Melanie and Bill had indeed finished, and glancing at the clock, saw that it was about right to call a halt for the day.

"Okay everybody! Time to finish, now up to the dormitory for your shower and clean sarongs and back down to the bar for drinks before dinner." She went on about personal hygiene and told them other rules would be laid down in the bar. We followed the chattering couples out and went to our own quarters. I stopped off in the monitor room and watched for a few minutes on the dormitory camera and then went and had my shower.

I opened the bar and served out drinks as required, getting them to sign the chits while Ann told them of the other rules of the school. No sexual intercourse by the pairs in any parts of the establishment except in the classroom or dormitory. I checked out the girl’s breasts as they took their seats around small tables in the bar. Two of them, Pearl and Francis, or Fran as she preferred to be called, were looking extremely nervous at being bare breasted I think for the first time in their lives, especially in front of men. Ann went on and stressed the bit about not making attachments as look what happened to her, finishing up with me.

"You haven’t done so bad, looking at him today," a girl’s voice quipped. It was Sally who had called out.

"Was that a sally or a compliment?" I replied from behind the bar. There was laughter from the pun on her name, and she had the decency to blush at her familiarity.

"I must admit that, but he hasn’t done too badly either," Ann laughed, "but it could be a serious problem, so take heed."

As there was a lull in drinks being required, I took my glass and went over and sat down with Pearl and Fran at the table where Melanie had just joined them.

"Makes you nervous the first time taking your clothes off in public so to speak and walking around half naked, doesn’t it?" I started off, giving out a little laugh. "You should have seen Ann this morning! She had nerves that bad that she said she couldn’t do it unless I did it first. Now you saw me strip off and I’m not ashamed of what I’ve got and neither should you be." Melanie smiled, because she knew I was really talking to the other two. "You'veall got two of the things that are in the right place and look really wonderful. Seeing you three here makes me wish I was one of the class and being given the chance to tell you how lovely you are. The first thing you must learn is not to be embarrassed about your body. Be proud of it! It’s the only one you’re going to have, so make use of it while you are young and enjoy it."

"Do you er, take part in any of the lessons?" Pearl asked.

"Only if the need arises, and I’m not referring to what’s under my sarong, because that always rises when I see such gorgeous people like you. In a couple of days you won’t even be thinking about the other men looking at you, you will probably be comparing notes about the size of the men, and let me tell you that that is more embarrassing to them than letting them see your breasts as they are now."

"You said if the need arises that you would take part. What would that likely be?" Melanie asked with a smile.

"You kill one of the other men! No, I’m only joking. Don’t take that seriously," I laughed. There was a faint chime of a bell that announced it was time for dinner, so I stood up, my erection quite visible under my sarong. "Now look what you’ve done to me," I laughed. "Now go and have dinner and don’t be shy in anything that you do." With that, they too rose and I’m damn sure that Melanie deliberately brushed against my erection because as she left the bar I saw her give out a big smile and nudge Fran as they left amid some girlish giggles.

I had already sorted out the pairings and prepared their table drinks before I had gone to speak to the girls, and as they all went into the dining room, I went to the bar to collect them.

It was nice to hear the expressions of pleasure from them all as they went into the dining room to see the tables with a lit candle where they were to dine. The long table having been separated into seven smaller ones as far apart as they could be set by the staff while we were in the classroom. This was the normal practice of having separate tables for lunch and dinner though only for dinner were the candles lit. Breakfast was back to the one long table because the pairings finished at breakfast time from the day and night before. I went round and put out the bottle or halves as dictated by their tastes before getting my dinner and sitting down with Ann at our table, which had a reserved notice on it to designate that it was ours. I think I’ve neglected to say that all the meals were in the style of a self serving buffet, because there wasn’t to be any contact between staff and students.

"Well what do you think so far?" I whispered across the small table, my eyes feasting on her breasts as they moved when she chewed, spilling some of our wine in the process by not looking where I should have been.

"I was so nervous when we started in the classroom, but they seem to be settling in alright the same as me," she replied.

"Have you had a chance to look at the video’s yet?"

"No. I’ll have a look when you are doing the bar after dinner."

That then became the pattern with every class. Ann would do the preliminary viewing whilst I served at the bar after dinner, and if there was anything special, she would hold that tape back till I joined her after the closing of the bar. The one disadvantage in the old school to my mind, was that they were all fixed when on remote. If they had been manned, then you could zoom in or traverse the camera for specific and close up views of what was taking place.

This idea of being able to move the camera and make use of the zoom was my idea for the cameras installed in my half of the school, and I made use of that later. With the bar closing for the night and then the lights out bell going, I saw them all packed off to the dormitory and I went into our quarters.

"Anything of note on the monitor’s?" I asked Ann.

"No," she replied, sprawled out on the sofa, her legs open so that I could see right up under the sarong. "But I got horny just watching them and couldn’t wait for you to come upstairs." Her arms were open for me and her eyes gleaming in anticipation. In those few steps towards her I was up and ready as I dropped my sarong and went into her embrace. She was wet and eager as I squashed her breasts as I lay on top of her, my cock sliding up and inside. Her kisses were hot and eager as she moved her hips to settle me more comfortable inside her as we started to move in unison. Her orgasm came almost immediately as I pushed hard and took her to another as I exploded within, letting the day’s accumulation flood her insides.

I pulled her to the edge of the sofa, and with her legs wrapped round my waist and her arms around my neck, lifted her up. Still buried deep inside, I got my balance and carried her through to the bedroom and with a grunt, fell onto the bed with her as I came for my second time as we landed. So ended our first day with our first class of students.

This became our pattern of lovemaking during the three weeks of the courses, that we would tackle each other as soon as I arrived up in our rooms. Then look at any videos that she wanted me to make any comment on.

Pearl and Fran I noticed next morning seemed more at ease being bare breasted at breakfast, and I still couldn’t take my eyes off those of Koumi’s. Big, firm and heavy and quivered with every movement of her arms and a great pleasure to watch, giving me an erection. Melanie contrived to be the last one to leave the dining room and her hand brushed against the front of my sarong as she went out, giving me a smile as she started up the stairs. She was hungry for it and so it was only a matter of where and when. The when came sooner than I thought, it being that very evening and the place was behind the bar.

Our second day was nearly over and it was close on nine thirty and I was just about to close up the bar when she came in from the lounge and walked round the counter.

"Please Will," she said in a low voice, her hand on my chest, her chest, the breasts, heaving up and down with controlled excitement as her other hand touched my front. It reacted instantly and rose up to her touch. Her hand then pulled the sarong away to reveal it standing out from between my thighs and she then grasped it. Her hand was hot and she moved it, sliding the skin slowly up and down the iron hard muscle beneath.

"Please Will," she said again, her eyes pleading as she went down onto her knees, her head disappearing below the level of the counter top of the bar. Her mouth was a hot cavern and the tongue was a teasing twisting snake around the head of my cock as she sucked. I gave out a groan and steadied myself with one hand on the bar and the other of the shelf than ran along the back. I held my legs stiff as she worked her mouth on my cock and I can honestly say that she was an expert in this department.

Her finger nails ran up the insides of my thighs as her tongue teased the eye of my erection in her mouth before she took the base of it into her hand and began working it in and out of that heavenly wet orifice. I didn’t try to hold anything back but just let myself go and I came in one big surge that didn’t seem to trouble her, as she swallowed without pausing as she really sucked to pull it all out of my body.

"Now that’s what I can call an after dinner drink," she said releasing me from her wet mouth. Her eyes were dancing as she looked up at me, her nose gently swinging across my still erect member. "That tasted better than oysters," she continued rising up to put her arms around my waist. "Do you think that you could spend one night in my bed in the dorm?"

"That’s extremely unlikely," I said, my body still quivering from the best blow job I’d ever had.

"We’ll see," she said enigmatically as she gave me a quick, swift kiss on the lips before leaving the bar. I hastily gathered up and put on my sarong, thankful that the camera couldn’t see that part of the bar where we had been.

I closed the shutter to the bar and went up to our quarters and was pleased to see that Ann was looking over re-runs on the classroom videos. I had control of myself by then and we talked over that first day of our students as we looked at quick scenes of what took place in the classroom during the session there.

"That Howard must be as big as you," Ann commented.

"I hadn’t noticed," I replied.

"No, I didn’t think you’d be looking at the men. Kuomi’s big isn’t she?"

"Now that I can truthfully say yes to," I laughed.

"She definitely has two big assets that will help her in this class. How do they compare to mine?" she asked, turning away from the monitor to face me.

"Yours are more perfectly formed. Smaller, big as they are, but better proportioned. Perfectly round with the nipples centered properly that make me eager to suck upon." Which I proceeded to do. Before I knew it, we were on the floor and I had an erection that I couldn’t believe and that slid up into my wife and we had a glorious fuck there on the floor of the monitor room.

With my having been sucked and emptied not long before, I was amazed that I could still get this erection and bring Ann to two orgasms before I came myself in such a short time.

This almost became a ritual in the evening for us to watch the class go through their lessons in the classroom and then to get caught up in the sexual throes of the others for us to have sex there before the monitors. Each describing what we had seen and what we liked in that respect and then doing it ourselves.

Our first hiccup with the class was, which we expected, to do with anal sex. It was Pearl who threw the wobbly and I had to suffer the pang of Ann explaining to her that it was acceptable and even submit to having her have Ronald stick his dick up her arse as she showed her that it was part and parcel of the sexual act between two couples. That it hurt me to watch Ann have Ronald’s cock being stuck up in her bum in the video that night, didn’t prevent me from getting an erection and insisting that I had the same right to do it there and then as the video played. Ann wasn’t too happy about this, but as the video went on, I copied the actions of Ronald and I fucked Ann that evening in her back passage.

The crunch came when it came to sex between the same gender. The girls took to it like ducks to water, but the men, well. We lost Howard, Richard and Miles all in one go. I panicked and had to get advice from Peter. I know that when I was at the school we lost two of our members, but to lose three, I wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. Peter, the godsend, sorted it out for me and saw them off the premises without fuss, but it left me with one hell of a problem. Ann and I now had six women and only three men. These three men were prepared to experience sexual intercourse between themselves, but it didn’t bode well for the rest of the course by the imbalance.

"You’ll have to step in," Ann announced.

"I can’t take the place of three men!" I protested. "Two maybe, but not three!"

"If you’re half the cocks man I think you are, you can keep this class going. You’ve got to! You can’t admit failure to Peter now, can you?"

"No, but are you sure you want me to do it."

"Of course I don’t want you to do it! But for every time you have one of the girls, I want you to think that it’s me you’re taking."

"What about the boys?" I asked and couldn’t help grinning.

"They’ll be doing it to you too sweetheart," she smiled.

She had a point there and then it wasn’t so funny.

"Okay," I agreed, but secretly I was rubbing my hands because I knew that I would get a go at Melanie and Koumi of the big tits. So it was into the fray I went, the man to man sex first which caused the problem of the other three leaving.

Now this leaving of the three men took place in the evening, so it wasn’t until breakfast when Ann announced that I would be stepping in, and this caused a bit of whispering among the girls. The men seemed to be somewhat bashful at what they knew was next on the agenda. It happened that I was paired with Andrew for the first session.

Breakfast was over and all the students plus myself went into the classroom and we all went to our allotted futons and I sat down on mine with Andrew. The lighting was dimmed so that each futon was just a blur to any of the others which gave you a sense of privacy for this act.

"Is this your first time of what we are about to do?" I asked of him as I stretched out.

"Yes," he stammered. "I…I didn’t think the course would include anything like this."

"I didn’t when I first went on the course, but I found it to be most rewarding in knowing your own feelings towards sex and how others feel when you have sex with them. The whole purpose is to know what joy you can give to others, male or female, and at the same time, get pleasure yourself. Now relax Andrew, lay down and relax. There’s always the hang up of being with another man. What you’ve got to think of first is that it’s not of the sex of the person you are with, but of the love you can give to the person you are with. That is the essence of love. Give your love and be loved, whatever the gender. Now lay down and close your eyes and think of the most beautiful woman that comes to mind and that she is about to kiss you. When she does, think of her and kiss her as best you can to be able to get want you want from her."

Andrew laid back and closed his eyes and I gently ran my hand up his chest, lingering and playing with the nipples before cupping his chin. I then kissed him gently on the lips as I ran my free hand down to his lower stomach.

"How was that?" I asked. His eyes opened.

"Not so bad as I thought it might be," he replied.

"Does it revolt you when I’m doing this?" I asked as my hand continued down and started to fondle his semi erect cock.

"No."

"Then kiss me at the same time as I’m doing this," I said. His eyes closed as I kissed him again and I felt him start to harden and he then began to kiss me back as his passion started to become aroused. I worked on his erection, moving my hand up and down his shaft, feeling it start to begin to throb and pulsate in my hand.

"Fuck me Andrew," I said in a whisper in between kisses. "You want to fuck the person you are kissing, don’t you?" My hand was firm in its grasp of him and knew that he wanted to.

"Yes," he gasped, and I let go of him and sat up and ripped a condom from its packet and rolled it down on his hard erection. I kissed him again and said that I was ready for him.

It didn’t take long for him to get up onto his knees and get behind me and stick his cock up my arse and begin to fuck me. I was worried that I might begin to like this kind of sex as I leant on my elbows, bum in the air with him stuck up inside me as he fucked. Nature had taken over with him as he gripped my hips as he reamed me, thrusting in and out till he came with a groan and grunt.

He pulled out and flopped over onto his back, breathing heavily. I pulled the condom off of him and took him into my mouth and sucked on the residue of come that was left inside of his penis.

"Now it’s my turn," I said as I kissed him. "Now roll over and go onto your knees as I did." As he reluctantly did so, I put on a condom and got between his knees and whispered to him to relax and without giving him much time to think, sank my hard cock deep within him. He gasped and cried out as I pushed myself into him, but he soon got into the rhythm of my movement and gave out a cry at the same time I did as I came inside him and he whimpered when I pulled out.

It was to my surprise that he kissed me as I lay back down with him.

"I enjoyed it when I was doing it to you, but I didn’t think I would enjoy it when you were going to do it to me, but I did, and that surprised me."

"That’s the whole idea of this school," I said as I took him into my arms on our futon and held him tight in an embrace. "To give love and know what it feels like to receive it." We kissed and stroked each other till it was the end of the session.

I then had to have a quick shower to be able to be back down in the bar for the evening drinks before dinner. I didn’t know then, but Andrew had talked to William and Ronald and said that he was glad that he had stayed and not left as the others had. So when it came round for me to have sex with the other two men, if was as if we had known each other before and it was great sex in the giving and taking of it. They turned out to be quite as avid in sucking on an erect penis as I was even before we used the erection for fucking each other.

I think Ann got a little bit jealous when she watched the videos later at how I seemed to be enjoying myself in the classroom with these other men, but more so when she saw me perform with the other girls.

Especially when I came together with the Nigerian Koumi with the big tits. I must admit I made a pig of myself with her and those two black luscious orbs. I even went to the extreme of having a tit fuck, coming copiously across her face as she grinned at me as I did so. The fact that she slobbered over my cock after I had come, sucking me, her eyes partially closed by the semen that had stuck to her lashes, didn’t endear her to Ann at all. It took me all of the following night to convince Ann that what I had done was purely for the sake of schooling and not personal.