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The Venus School

Book One of the Venus Rising Series



By

G. Angel



Copyright 2018 Golden Angel LLC


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Table of Contents



Chapter 1

"Will you tell me all about it when you get back?" asked Hilary, watching Jessica pack with swift, practiced motions.  Not that she needed to pack much. The brochure she’d received upon admission to the Venus School of Sex said uniforms would be provided on arrival. She only needed to pack underthings and some casual clothes for evenings and the one weekend.

Jessica glanced at her best friend.  They’d been best friends since high school and now, at twenty-five, nothing had changed that. In fact, they were closer than ever, living in the same apartment and even working at the same company, although they were in different departments at work.  "You know I have to sign a non-disclosure agreement along with a bunch of other papers when I get there."

"Aw, that's just so you don't sue them or out them to a newspaper or anything, it's not for keeping secrets from your best friend." Hilary pouted prettily at her, tossing long blonde hair as she crossed her arms and swung her head around in mock sulkiness.  Jessica grinned, shaking her own short brown curls at her friend.

"If you wanted to know, you should have signed up with me," she admonished.  Her hand hovered over her garter belt and stockings, her favorite black ones with a visible seam traveling up the center of the back of her legs.  Ah heck, why not?  Maybe she wouldn't get the chance to wear it, but then again maybe she would.  

Hilary rolled her eyes.  "Apparently you're the adventurous one, not me. Not," she added dryly, "that anyone would be able to tell looking at your closet." Her eyes raked unforgivingly over the garments hanging in it.  It was true, most of them were good colors on Jessica's slightly tanned skin tone, but for the most part she wore clothes a size too big, preferring to hide her body rather than show it off.  When Hilary said Jessica was adventurous, she meant Jessica had played around with some slightly kinkier aspects of sex with her last boyfriend. She’d asked Sean to tie her up and blindfold her once.  It had turned her on immensely, but he hadn't been willing to go further than that, saying he felt awkward not sexy. Actually he’d been pretty unkind about it at the time, telling her she was freaky and not in a good way.  Hilary loved living vicariously through Jessica's descriptions of her interests, although she was too scared to try it herself. However, she dressed to impress on a daily basis and plenty of guys panted after her, perfectly willing to put up with pure missionary sex as long as they could peel off her skin tight jeans and shirts to the delectable body they knew was just a thin layer of fabric away.

"I plan to be a lot more adventurous," Jessica muttered.  She threw some toiletries in her bag and her birth control pills, and zipped it up.  Her packing was done.  It felt weird to only need one duffel bag for a two week long seminar in sexual exploration - ahem - two week long vacation.  Kind of like summer camp, but for adults. Kinky adults.

"At least tell me if it's good," Hilary begged.  "If you like it and you want to go back, and you say it's worth it, I'll go with you to the next session they have."

Jessica looked at her friend surprised.  "Really?"

Hilary blushed. "I read some stories online and on my Kindle after you told me about you and Sean and the tying up stuff. Some of it is kinda hot. I'm just not sure I'm ready for it.  And those are all fiction.  If you come back and tell me it's really good in real life and it's worth it, then yeah, I think I'd be willing to try."

Jessica grinned and impulsively hugged her friend.  Even though Hilary was very good about being nonjudgmental, Jessica had been fearful that confessing she was going to a two week seminar which would school her in all sorts of sexcapades, and probably with various partners, would be too much for her friend's open-mindedness.  But she needed to tell someone where she was going and who could she tell if not her best friend?  Obviously not her parents.  Her younger brother would react just as badly.  And Hilary was her best friend. Plus, she was the most close-mouthed person Jessica had ever met and had never failed to live up to a promise she made.

The only other person who knew where she was going was a good friend from work, Olivia, but that’s because Olivia had been the one to tell her about the school when Jessica had drunkenly confessed her fantasies one night. Olivia knew a lot more about kinky sex than Jessica did, she even went to BDSM clubs, but Jessica wasn’t sure she wanted to take that step yet. A school where she could experiment anonymously and find out what she really liked and wanted out of her sex life sounded perfect. 

Grabbing her bag, the girls headed out the door and off to the airport.

***

"You're sure she's coming?" Chris asked Justin again, although it wasn’t really a question. They both knew the answer.  Justin sighed; he knew Chris was just nervous.  He and Chris were more of brothers than best friends. They even kind of looked alike.

"She's on the roster," he said again patiently.  "If she'd changed her mind and gone to work today, Olivia would have called me."

"God bless that woman," Chris said, finally stopping his pacing and turning to face Justin.  He ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, his chocolate eyes glinting with anticipation.  Sitting in the comfortable armchair in their room for the new two weeks, Justin couldn't figure out why Chris was so agitated. Standing tall at 6'3" with a fantastic body, Chris' dark good looks got him plenty of women.  Then again, Justin hid a grin from his friend, not the woman he truly wanted.  And Justin had to admit, he wanted Jessica too, but he was excited, not nervous.  They all worked at the same company, but Jessica was in a different department and other than a few not-so-chance meetings at happy hours they hadn't been able to get close to the buxom brunette, even after they heard her idiot of a boyfriend had dumped her and put her delectable ass back on the market.  

When Olivia, their inside lady and very good friend who went to the same BDSM club they did, and to whom Jessica had drunkenly admitted some of her kinkier desires one fateful happy hour, had dropped a few hints to Jessica about the Venus School of Sex, their prayers had been answered.  Now she was signed up for a two week session at the school, a session they just happened to be instructing at.  There was no way she'd recognize them; the school insisted on absolute discretion even though the students signed a non-disclosure. The instructors were much more at risk for possible embarrassment or blackmail, so they wore masks covering most of their face and sometimes even their hair. Justin and Chris weren't worried at all about being recognized. She was shy enough it had been nearly impossible to get near her before this.

They’d take the next two weeks to get to know her, find out if she was compatible with either of them, and use the knowledge when they got home so that hopefully one of them could get a real date with her.  In some ways this was better than approaching her anyway, because they both knew they wanted a woman who was submissive and kinky. They couldn’t date pure vanilla, not if they wanted the relationship to last, and at the end of two weeks they’d know whether or not either of them was truly interested in Jessica. This wasn’t the first time they’d both wanted the same girl and their friendship always lasted through it; both of them were big believers in letting the best man win.

And with her attending the Venus School of Sex, they’d both have a chance to do a lot of winning.

***

Jessica twiddled nervously with the short hem of the skirt that was part of her “uniform.”  Upon arrival to the school, which was a beautiful compound located in middle of nowhere, she’d been shown to her room where she met her roommate, a friendly redhead named Charity, and she’d had about thirty minutes to unpack her small suitcase and get dressed in the Venus School’s school uniform.  She’d barely gotten to glance around her room, not that there was much to see.  The room was barely big enough for the two queen-sized beds - apparently “after-school activities” were encouraged as long as you were ok with doing it in front of your roommate - a television, a half bookshelf and two small closets with a few shelves in them.  She put her underwear and belongings on the shelves and looked at the school uniform.  It was both more and less substantial than she’d been expecting.

According to her orientation packet, which she had received the week before, students were expected to wear the school uniforms at all times except on weekends, unless otherwise instructed by one of the Instructors.  Uniforms may not be modified, but they may be accessorized.  So she could wear her garter belt and stockings if she wanted to.  

The female school uniform consisted of several pieces starting with a bra that wasn’t really a bra.  It was in her size, a 34-DD, but it was even less covering than a demi-cup.  Instead of providing any kind of coverage it merely cupped and presented her breasts, the coverage only extending to just under her nipples, which were clearly visible (and sensually massaged) by the soft silk fabric of the button-down, collared school girl shirt.  To her surprise, the orientation packet specified the shirt should be buttoned to the top button unless, of course, otherwise instructed by an Instructor.  The bottom of her outfit had the same strange dichotomy of sensuality and innocence. The skirt was longer than she expected, grey and pleated, it hung to mid-thigh.  However there were no accompanying panties.  She was completely bare underneath her skirt and it made her blush to feel the air freely flowing up the center of her thighs.   The uniform was completed with a pair of Mary Jane heels, soft patent leather and obviously used but very comfortable. 

Outwardly, other than the rose pink of her pointing nipples, she was covered and demure.  Underneath, she was deliciously bare.  Looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of their door she thought she looked a little too prim to be sexy, except for when she caught glimpse of her nipples.  

“That’s hot,” Charity commented.  Jessica pirouetted, looking at herself from the back.

“You think so?” she asked anxiously.  The clothes were much more form fitting than she was used to, and kind of sexy Catholic school girl. Jessica had always been a bit body shy, which was why she usually wore clothes a size too big.

“Definitely,” Charity nodded.  “Your nipples look especially good.”

Jessica blushed. “Thanks, you look pretty hot too.”

It was true.  She was especially jealous of Charity’s obviously natural red hair; the kind of reddish-orange a dye job never managed to achieve; it complemented her milky pale skin and the cute freckles dotted across her nose.  Her breasts were small but pert, high up on her chest, and Jessica could see her jutting nipples were long and full.  She blushed when she realized Charity had seen her staring at her chest.

“It’s ok,” Charity said airily.  “You’ll get used to everyone staring at each other’s nipples and other parts.  This is my third time here and I barely notice anymore.”

“Your third time?” Jessica asked eagerly, slightly awed and feeling rather reassured someone would want to come back to the school twice more after attending.  

“Yeah, I keep coming back.” The redheaded minx grinned mischievously.  “There are always new classes to take, or ones to repeat.  And sometimes they invite return students to participate in some advanced tutoring.” Her eyes glowed with some kind of inward light and Jessica’s breath caught in her throat at the sheer sexual anticipation the other girl was giving off.  Charity looked at her and shivered. “Don’t worry about that yet.  You’ll have plenty of things to keep you busy in the regular classes.” 

A bell rang, quelling Jessica’s desire to ask more questions and heightening her anxiety. Charity, on the other hand, had absolutely no anxiety.  She grabbed the door and pulled it open.  “Come on, we gotta get to Orientation fast if we want good seats!”

***

Chris leaned over and nudged Justin. “Next to Charity, left side, second row.”

The two men let their eyes wander, as if looking over the fifty or so privileged students to be part of this session of the Venus School of Sex as Madame Priscilla, Principal of the unusual school, made her welcoming speech.  Chris heard Justin take a swift intake of breath as his eyes settled on the delicious sight. 

Jessica Swift, their sexy co-worker, in a much more form-fitting outfit than they’d ever seen her in before - and what a form! Everything they’d always imagined under the baggy clothes she normally wore.  Her soft curls just brushed the silk-clad tops of her shoulders, her throat encased in the silky material and just begging to be unbuttoned and kissed, her large breasts cradled in the special bra the school used and nipples standing at attention.  He wished he could run over and throw her down and bite them through the silky cloth, wet the fabric down with his mouth until she was moaning and begging for him to take her.

And her legs!  She never wore skirts anywhere above her knees at work, but he could just barely see a hint of flesh through the students sitting in front of her, long limbs that traveled up to the promised-land.  He fervently wished she was sitting front row.

Chris enjoyed teaching at the school.  Instructing didn’t always equate to fantastic sex, but there was something incredibly edifying about helping a student improve.  And, of course, sometimes he had mind-blowing sex.  It also allowed him to branch out and try new things, although Justin’s and his specialties were light BDSM play and ménage à trois, they could join in and help out any class they wanted while they weren’t instructing their own classes.  They’d been lucky enough to know Priscilla when they were in college, when she’d first had the idea for the school, and blessed with their own natural good looks and skills they’d been developing their techniques through twelve years of working at the school.  Now, both twenty-nine years old, they were thinking more along the lines of a steady relationship. A steady, lasting relationship. And with the gorgeous and suddenly attainable Jessica at the Venus School, maybe one of them could find just that.  They just had to hope she discovered an interest in the kind of kinks they both knew they needed and then they could set about trying to win her over. 

“So, if our return students will disperse to the various classrooms you’ve been assigned to,” Madame Priscilla’s coolly controlled voice penetrated his fantasies, “along with the instructors. In five minutes I will release the new students to step into the various classrooms to view the demonstrations and decide what classes they’d like to sign up for.  Some of our instructors teach multiple classes, so make sure you look at the times they’ll be demonstrating so you can return to the classroom for a look at their other classes later today.”

Chris nodded to Justin, he knew they were both thinking the same thought - Dear God, please let her come into our classroom.

***

Jessica felt absolutely breathless as Madame Priscilla released them.  She wished Charity could be beside her as she visited the demonstrations, but as a return student Charity had told Jessica she’d actually be participating in the demonstrations. Looking down at the sheet of paper listing all of the possible classes, Jessica nibbled the pen she’d been handed.  All of the students were supposed to visit the various classrooms and make notes about what classes they might like to take while at the school.  

She wandered out into the hallway, nervously, although it only took a minute of looking around to see the other students were just as nervous as her.  The guy next to her was cute, about her height, with brown curls that would rival her own if they weren’t cropped close to his head.

“Hey I’m Jessica,” she said, as their gazes caught each other. Normally she’d have relied on Hilary to be the friendly, outgoing one, but since Hilary wasn’t here she would just try to emulate her best friend.

To her relief, it worked.

“Nick.” He smiled back at her and they shook hands.  His eyes strayed down to her breasts, making her blush.  The boys’ uniforms were just like the girls’ except they got pants instead of a skirt.  She wondered if he was wearing anything underneath the pants or if he was as bare as she was, and the thought made her blush again. 

“So, ah…” He coughed nervously, his eyes were back on his face and his cheeks were red too. “I guess we should check out some classes.”

“Yeah, I was just hoping I wouldn’t have to walk into one of the classrooms alone,” she said shyly.  They both glanced around and saw a lot of people were pairing up or were already paired up (probably lucky enough to be rooming with another new student), natural human instinct making them seek out someone to be a support.

Nick grinned at her, looking relieved.  “That would be great.  My roommate, Paul, told me it’s his fourth time here.  I thought that’d be great up until he left me alone so he could go demonstrate the Cunnilingus Class.”

“My roommate said it’s her third time here,” Jessica said, trying not to think about the fascinating aspects about an entire class devoted to Cunnilingus. “Oh! There she is!” She pointed into the doorway of the first classroom on their right.

“Well let’s go check it out.” Nick gestured gallantly, almost bowing.  She giggled, feeling like a grand lady as she preceded him into the classroom, although she almost stopped walking when she got in and saw the title of the class on the chalk board: MMF Ménage à Trois.

***

Justin saw her come in, her breasts bouncing in front of her with her hard nipples rubbing up against the fabric of her shirt, and he also saw her face pale as she read the title of the class. He nearly groaned with lust as his eyes got the full impact of her slender legs for the first time, he wanted to run his hands up their smooth surface and beneath her skirt. Hopefully the nature of the class wouldn’t entirely turn her off.  

It almost made him grind his teeth with jealousy when she turned to the guy behind her and they talked as they made their way to the chairs.  With the way this guy was eyeing her breasts, unlike the guys at work, he definitely noticed how hot Jessica was.  The way he, and some of the other males in the class, were looking at her was enough to make Justin wish she was back in her own, less flattering, clothing; the kind which required an experienced eye like his or Chris’ to see the enticing feminine curves underneath. 

From the way Chris was determinedly not looking at the class, Justin knew his long-time buddy was having similar thoughts.  

“Welcome boys and girls,” Justin said, grinning at the class, long practiced in covering his emotions with a wicked smile. There were six of them for this first demonstration, two girls and four boys, a promising ratio.  He was glad his mask covered his face, because for the first time Jessica’s eyes were totally focused on him and for just a moment he worried she’d recognize him. Then he told himself to relax and he took on his teaching persona, Mr. Flood, knowing his buddy, Mr. Fire, had his back.  Remembering their mutual hilarity over choosing the cheesy code names helped distract and calm him. 

***

“This class will teach you how to safely have a ménage à trois involving two men and one woman.  The instructors are myself, Mr. Flood, and my good friend, Mr. Fire.  The lovely Charity has kindly volunteered to help us give you a demonstration of some of the joys our class has to offer. ”

Jessica took a deep, shuddering breath.  This was way too wild for her but Charity looked incredibly eager, and she had to admit the two Instructors were incredibly hot.  They wore casually clinging leather pants and no shirts at all, which forcibly added to the incredible visual appeal for any female.  They were both over six feet tall, muscular but not overly so, with dark brown hair.  In their masks they could almost be twins, and she was struck with a sudden vision of being wedged between them.  Being 5’8” tall and a dress size ten she didn’t have a lot of experience feeling small and delicate, but between those two hard bodies she would be just that. 

She realized she was clutching the sides of the desk she was sitting at when she saw Nick staring at her out of the corner of her eye.  Blushing, yet again, she released her grip on the wood.  

Mr. Flood continued his explanation:

“A lot of people are frightened by the idea of having more than one man involved in sex, but the truth is it can be immensely satisfying, for both the men and woman.  For instance,” he turned and stepped back to Charity and Mr. Fire, who turned so the three of them were in a line perpendicular to the students, their every movement clearly visible, “when there are two men, there are four hands.” And he grinned wickedly at the class.

Mr. Flood started to unbutton Charity’s shirt as Mr. Fire’s hands went to the outside of her thighs and begin to slide up.  Suddenly Jessica realized why the skirt length was mid-thigh and the shirts buttoned to the neck; the anticipation of watching as Charity’s shirt was slowly undone, the seductive glide of Mr. Fire’s hands slowly revealing inch after inch of milky white thigh, was incredibly erotic.  She pressed her legs together, feeling her pussy getting wet just watching their hands move. Her aching nipples rubbed against the silk of her shirt and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as Mr. Flood’s hands scooped up Charity’s small, high breasts, thumbing the redhead’s blatantly erect nipples.  Charity leaned back against Mr. Fire, his fingers making small circles on her upper thighs, working their way from the sides of her legs around the front towards her center.  Several guys watching the demonstration were leaning forward, their faces avid. 

Suddenly Mr. Flood stepped back, and he and Mr. Fire turned Charity so she was facing the class, her shirt unbuttoned halfway down her stomach and wide open, her breasts displayed prominently, the eraser nipples pointing straight at the class.  Her face was flushed, but with desire, not embarrassment. 

“Also with two men, you have two mouths,” Mr. Flood said just as smoothly as before, as if he didn’t have a giant erection.  Jessica wanted to moan again, looking at the evidence of the two Instructors’ arousal.  If the bulges in their pants were anything to judge by, their cocks matched their large size in general.  Oh god, what would it be like to have their hands touching her? Both their mouths on her?  Maybe she was more interested in this class than she’d realized. 

Mr. Flood’s comment about having two mouths really hit home, straight into her pussy, as the two men leaned forward and each took one of Charity’s nipples between their lips.  The redhead whimpered as they went to work, her hips moving of their own accord as the men sucked on her nipples.  Jessica felt like whimpering herself, and she crossed and re-crossed her legs, unable to get comfortable as she watched the erotic tableau.  She’d never been this wet in her life.  

Then, she wasn’t sure which of the men did it because she couldn’t see their hands behind Charity, Charity’s skirt dropped to the floor.  If there had been any doubt before, everyone was now aware she was a natural redhead.  

Mr. Fire took over for Mr. Flood in speaking as Mr. Flood knelt in front of Charity, aptly enough because right now Jessica felt like her body was on fire.  

“There are a lot of advantages for the woman to have two men pleasuring her,” he said as he moved around behind Charity, his hands cupping and kneading her breasts.  Jessica wished someone would handle her breasts that way, right now.  She longed to touch them herself, to slide her hand down to her pussy and soothe the ache building in it.  Mr. Flood was on his knees, obviously eating Charity out, and her face and whimpers made it clear just how good he was at it. One of her arms was up and wrapped around Mr. Fire’s neck behind her, the other was on Mr. Flood’s head, using it to balance - or maybe she just liked grabbing his hair.  “But men can derive just as much pleasure from being in a Male-Male-Female three-way.  For any of you who like exhibitionism or voyeurism, that’s a big component and you also get to join in the fun.”

Jessica tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but it was hard as she watched Charity’s hips begin to really move, the girl was obviously building to an amazing orgasm.

“Plus, there’s the pleasure of double penetration, where you completely fill the woman in her pussy and ass, and it is the tightest fit imaginable.”  Jessica’s pussy clenched at those words, it almost felt like she might cum without anyone touching her at all. 

Mr. Fire twisted Charity’s nipples, making her back arch, and she shrieked as she came, her body jerking.  Jessica could tell it was only Mr. Fire’s hands on her breasts and Mr. Flood’s hands on her hips holding the girl up as she shuddered in ecstasy.  The entire audience was panting.  

Charity finally went almost limp with a satisfied smile on her face.  Gently, the two men let her slide to the floor where she sat leaning against Mr. Fire’s legs, her wet pussy open and glistening and her blouse hanging open.  Mr. Flood stood, his lips covered with a sheer gloss, which he licked off with relish.  Someone in the room gasped.

“Now,” Mr. Flood said, taking over again, “this is obviously not a class for complete novices.  This class is only offered for the last three days of the session and there are pre-requisites.  If you are interested in taking this class, make sure you make a small notation on your sheet - the one in front of you.” He gave them all a stern look and Jessica found her hand moving, as if of its own accord. He was so sure of himself that something inside of her responded automatically. “The pre-requisites are Basic Intercourse, Erotic Massage, Anal Sex, Fellatio for the women and Cunnilingus for the men.”

Feeling almost dream-like Jessica looked down at her sheet and made a little star next all of the classes, even Anal Play.  That last was another area she wasn’t sure about but it didn’t hurt to mark it down.

“Also, please join us this afternoon; starting at 2 o’clock we’ll be demonstrating the other class we teach, Light BDSM.  If you have an interest in it you should also attend the demonstration for Heavy BDSM which will be taking place this afternoon in the classroom to your right once you exit back into the hallway.”

Jessica felt like her lungs had just constricted. She should have realized these two men were Dominants. They were so self-assured, and the way they gave orders… no wonder she had been so turned on by them. They were exactly the kind of men who turned her on when she read her BDSM e-books.

***

“So what do you think?” Chris asked, under his breath, when the students had trickled out.  Charity was buttoning up her blouse again, looking very happy.

“I saw her marking down the pre-requisites.” Justin said.  “All we can do is wait and see.”

“Maybe we can do more than that,” Chris replied, a speculative look on his face.  A couple of students were starting to shuffle in, looking interested, but he had a few minutes before they would start.  “Hey Charity, about your roommate…”

***

“Wow, that was… just wow,” Jessica said to Nick when they were back out in the hall.

“Tell me about it,” he looked a little dazed.  “Not sure it’s for me though.” He shrugged and looked a little abashed.  “I just can’t imagine sharing, I’m a possessive kind of guy.”

“I couldn’t imagine it until I saw it,” she confessed.  “But it definitely got me hot and bothered.”

“Oh yeah, me too,” he agreed. “And I have a feeling if we find a demonstration for a Male-Female-Female Three-way, my possessive cave-man feelings will take a hike.”

Jessica laughed. “Do you want to just keep moving on classroom by classroom?” She asked, feeling the need to sit down again. The demonstration had been so arousing her pussy juices were starting to coat the top of her thighs.  Glancing up and down the hallway, she looked for a sign for a bathroom but didn’t see one.

“Sure.”

In the next classroom they watched the demonstration on cunnilingus.  Jessica felt very envious of the happily writhing demonstrator… what she wouldn’t give for someone to get her off right now! 

“Just take note,” Ms. Pink told them, “everyone participates in my class.  If you’re a woman then you’re going to learn some how-to as well as receiving.”

“I’m definitely taking that class,” Nick said fervently when they left. 

“I don’t know if I will,” Jessica replied.  “I’ve always been kind of curious, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet.”

“Well, we don’t have to decide right away,” he reminded her.  “We just sign up for this week’s classes right now; we don’t have to decide what to take next week until the weekend.”

Their sentiments were the opposite when they left the fellatio class demonstration.  Jessica had been entranced by the idea of being able to fit a large cock all the way down her throat.  She didn’t think she’d manage as well as the demonstrator, who had swallowed the Instructor’s frightening twelve incher, but even if she could just learn how to deep throat a smaller penis, she’d be ecstatic. 

In the meantime she was getting more and more sexually frustrated.  

“Ooo Anal Play and Sex!” Nick said when they got into the next class room. 

Jessica arched a haughty eyebrow at him, although she couldn’t entirely hide her amusement at his enthusiasm. “Ah, an assman, I take it.”

“Sweet,” said a voice behind them, and they turned to see Vanessa, a pixie-ish Asian girl they’d met during the Cunnilingus demonstration.

“You’re into anal play?” Jessica asked, intrigued.  She’d heard of guys being into it but this was the first girl she’d talked to who seemed interested.

“Hell yeah,” Vanessa said nonchalantly. “I’m not exactly an anal virgin, but I’d still be interested to see what I could learn here.”  Jessica was amused to see Nick inspecting Vanessa with new interest.  According to their Orientation Guide, students weren’t allowed to fraternize sexually until after classes began and then they were only allowed to practice what they’d learned in classes.  She’d been hoping maybe Nick would want to “study” with her, even though she wasn’t super attracted to him they obviously had a good rapport and she felt comfortable with him, but she had a feeling he might be more interested in studying with Vanessa now. 

Ah well, maybe he’d study with both of them.  She grinned a little. Funny, at home the idea that a guy she was sleeping with might bounce from woman to woman would have made her furious; here it just fit. And she’d be able to bounce too if she wanted. 

They’d just come from the MFF Ménage à Trois class demonstration, which had made Nick pant.  It had been hot, but it hadn’t done much for her other than make her realize that, for now, she was also too possessive to want to share a man’s attention with someone else of her sex.  Having two men focus all their attention on her though… it was something she had never considered before, but now the image of Charity wedged between Mr. Fire and Mr. Flood kept flashing through her mind.

Anal Play shoved all of those thoughts right out of her head.  This was another class she hadn’t expected to be interested in, but seeing the male and female demonstrators - the male had been a surprise to her, although he shouldn’t have been - moaning and panting, and eventually orgasming from the various toys the Instructors used on them during the demonstration really got to her.  She closed her eyes and shivered at the idea of someone pressing their fingers, or a toy, or their cock into her last virgin hole, the sheer dirty naughtiness of it making her want to moan.

“The demonstrations getting to you a little?” Vanessa’s sympathetic voice brought her back to the present. Jessica nodded, blushing again. Hopefully she’d get over the blushing soon, she didn’t want to spend the next two weeks with permanently red cheeks. The petite girl sighed; she hadn’t blushed once. “I can’t wait until tomorrow, then at least we can ‘study.’ I wonder if they do the demonstrations without giving us any relief just to mess with us a little.”

“I wonder if it’s as hard on the Instructors as it is on us,” Nick said.  

“Probably,” Jessica giggled a little. “You can’t really tell with the female Instructors, but it’s definitely ‘hard’ on some of the male ones!”  The three of them laughed. Jessica was relieved she was already making some friends, although it helped when everyone was obviously very open-minded and friendly. Heck, she couldn’t imagine someone who wasn’t signing up to be at a place like this!

By the end of the day Jessica had also seen the demonstrations for Self-Pleasure, Basic Touch, Erotic Massage, Group Sex (which she decided she wasn’t really interested in), Cross-Dressing, Style (basically a class on various types of sexy clothing), and Unconventional Toys.  Students were encouraged to take each class more than once since they would (hopefully) improve with each class.  

She, Nick and Vanessa saved what she considered the best for last: Light BDSM.  The Heavy BDSM demonstration looked too scary for her right now, she knew she wasn’t interested in going right into that, but she remembered how much it had turned her on when Sean had tied her up.  Since then, she’d gotten even more curious about some of the aspects involved in BDSM.  Especially after talking with Olivia and hearing from someone who was actually into the scene, even though Olivia liked to be the one in charge. Plus, at lunch Charity had specifically asked her to come by and watch the demonstration.  Flood and Fire were her two favorite teachers, she said, and so good at what they do.  Not that Jessica had really needed the convincing.

The demonstration was even more arousing than she’d imagined.  Mr. Fire took over the bulk of the explaining while Mr. Flood trussed Charity up to a couch which had been moved into there for the purpose of the demonstration.  She was placed on the middle cushion, her wrists tied behind her back, making her small breasts with their fantastic nipples jut out even more, her legs were splayed wide open, tied to each side of the couch at the top so she was practically bent in half, her pussy completely open and vulnerable.

Jessica couldn’t concentrate on anything Mr. Fire was saying, she was so entranced by the sight of Mr. Flood dragging a multi-stranded whip across Charity’s body, even her wet pussy.  Everyone flinched and sighed every time he snapped it on part of her body - her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, and finally the center of her spread pinkness.  Charity had some tears in her eyes but Jessica was fairly sure they were partly tears of frustration from wanting to cum.  Charity’s pussy was so wet and so open the scent of her arousal was permeating the room, and she was held so securely in place she couldn’t even move her hips to try and make some friction when Mr. Flood slowly rubbed the handle of the whip across her open folds. 

The class ended with Charity receiving five slaps from the whip directly on her pussy and then Mr. Flood giving her another screaming orgasm, this one lasting much longer than the one this morning, and causing her to cry out as he lashed her open pussy again and again.  Jessica thought she might die from her own need to cum, she couldn’t help picturing herself in exactly that position, Mr. Flood’s dark head moving at the apex of her womanhood. She’d be unable to move away, to close her legs, to even press at him with her hands, like Charity she’d be forced to take all the pleasure he gave her until he chose to stop it. 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she practically stuttered to Vanessa and Nick before racing off down the hallway.  Thankfully she’d found it earlier or she’d have been in real trouble now.

As soon as she got into the mercifully empty room, mostly by running ahead of the other people in the hallway, she put down the paper she’d been taking notes on (more like just circling the classes she wanted to take) and pen on the floor and grabbed at her swollen breasts, kneading the soft mounds and pinching her nipples. The silk rubbed across them, the same way it had been doing all day, but this time helping the sensation of relief sweeping through her breasts at finally being touched. She moaned, feeling an answering throb deep in her pussy at the sensual relief.

The door opened behind her – oh God she’d been so horny she’d forgotten to lock the door! - and she jumped, squeaking out the word “Occupied!” before she looked into the mirror and saw she’d been followed in by Mr. Fire. 

“I see. Very occupied.” He grinned at her and she blushed, dropping her hands from her breasts as though she’d been burned.  And she was burned, still burning, as his eyes raked over her in the mirror, taking in her flushed face, raised and needy nipples.  He sniffed at the air a little and she wanted to die as she realized he could actually smell her arousal. 

Grinning wickedly, he flipped the lock on the door and she nearly melted into a puddle of anxiety and hopeful excitement. 

“You know,” he drawled, winking at her, “since you haven’t taken the Self-Pleasure class, technically you aren’t supposed to be doing that.”

Jessica stifled a groan, hoping his wink meant she wasn’t actually in any trouble. She looked at the floor instead, tearing her eyes away from his piercing gaze.  “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Sir,” he mused, and she felt him come up behind her, all the hairs on her body standing at attention as though some electric current was riding through her due to his closeness. His voice got lower, huskier. “Did you enjoy the BDSM demonstration?”

Closing her eyes, her cheeks burning even hotter with embarrassment, Jessica nodded. 

He chuckled.  “Well then maybe you’d like to experiment with receiving a little punishment?”

Jessica let out a little moan, she couldn’t help herself; his words had sent a hot wave of lust straight through her body. She could feel her pussy growing even plumper, her juices making the tops of her thighs slick as she pressed them together. Strong, broad hands touched her shoulders and ran down her body; she shivered as they slid down her back and over her ass.  Then her skirt was sliding up and she gulped a little, keeping her eyes closed.  His fingers trailed up the back of her thighs to the curve of her butt, and he squeezed a little. Gasping, she pushed her ass back against him, wanting more.

“So eager,” he murmured. “That’s very good.” God his voice was sexy, although he didn’t quite have the dominant strength in it Mr. Flood did, it was still more than enough to get her body revved up.  His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks and she wanted to beg him to punish her, to do whatever he had to do, but to please just fuck her, fuck her now, as long as he would just quell this heat inside of her.  Just as she was gathering the courage to voice this desire, he spoke. “Lean over and put your hands on the sink.”

Blushing, her face heating as she realized how much access to her body this was going to give him, she did as he ordered.

“Good girl,” he murmured.  The accolade just made her wetter. Yes, she wanted to be a very, very good girl for him.  She could feel the cool air of the bathroom as he lifted her skirt, letting it rest gently on her hips and displaying her bare ass to him. 

“Spread your legs a little,” he told her. “I don’t want you to lose your balance.  Now open your eyes and look at me in the mirror.”

Jessica gulped but complied.  Oh my God.  This whole situation became so much more real as she looked in the mirror, their eyes locking together.  She could see her breasts hanging down, swaying gently, see the scared, hopeful and aroused expression on her face, lips slightly parted and panting for air. The smile he gave her was reassuring but it didn’t stop the tingling surging through her body. Even hotter was the picture they made together, him slightly to the side behind her, caressing her ass, staring straight into her eyes in the mirror. 

“I’m going to spank you,” he told her, and she felt her pussy clench in response. Oh my god.  “This is new to you so I’m only going to spank you five times.  If you’re a good girl and don’t make any noise then I’ll give you want you want.”

Then, before she could brace herself, his hand crashed down on her right butt cheek.  It surprised her enough that her mouth popped open, although she stopped herself from making any noise just in time.  Then she realized her reaction was mostly shock; the slap hadn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but he was probably just being gentle because she was new.  His hand came down again on her other cheek and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head, it felt so good… the pain cut through her hot arousal and doubled it.

“Look in the mirror,” he reminded her gently, his hand caressing the cheek he’d just smacked.  Stifling a whimper, Jessica stared at herself in the mirror as his hand came down again. The smile on his face told her he knew exactly what his manipulation of her body was doing to her.  Her lips were parted, wet and moist, her curls bounced every time he spanked her, and the look in his eyes as he watched her made her want to crumble with lust. 

Again his hand came down, hitting her right cheek and making the area flare and burn.  Then the left again, and he steadied her as her knees buckled a little.  Her face flamed red in the mirror and her chest was heaving with desire as she panted for breath.  Watching herself in the mirror as she was spanked was the hottest thing that had happened to her in her life, and she hadn’t even gotten off yet. 

Then Mr. Fire’s hand came down for the fifth time, right in the center of her ass, cupping her underside, his fingers slapping against her pussy, and her head jerked up in shock.  She snapped her jaw shut just in time. Her pussy lips throbbed with the slap he’d just delivered, a cacophony of pain and pleasure she’d always wanted to experience but had never believed she would. 

“Good girl,” he crooned, and his hand caressed her ass cheeks, renewing the sting a little, and then it moved lower and she stifled a moan as his fingers began to massage her soaking, aching pussy.  “It’s ok, you can make some noise now.”

She gasped as he moved behind her, one strong arm sliding under her body and across her stomach so his hand could cup her breast while he pulled her up and against him. The hard length of his body pressed against her back, his erection nudging between her ass cheeks.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear with his lips, and she immediately obeyed, leaning back against him as he pinched her nipple, his other hand reaching around her body and sliding between her legs. “Keep your eyes open, I want to see you watching yourself in the mirror.”

Jessica moaned as she watched his hand squeeze her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple.  His hand was rough, but the way it encased her entire mound of flesh felt incredibly good; her hips moved of their own accord as his fingers found her pussy, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit.

She gasped and came immediately, she’d been so pent up all day, having the sudden hard pressure of his hand against the sensitive nub sent an orgasm rushing through her body, making her buck and moan with satisfaction. Shuddering against him, she cried out, grinding her pussy down onto his hand. Two of his fingers slid easily into her wet hole, pressing insistently into her body, and she gasped and shivered, her tunnel clenching around him.  

“Fuck yes, squirm for me baby.” He bit her earlobe and she writhed against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her ass, working its way into the crevice between her cheeks. Jessica couldn’t believe it as her body began to quickly rise again, to an even stronger high, a more complete climax, as his fingers pressed her g-spot deep inside of her, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit back and forth, trapping the swollen organ between his hand and her body.  

“Oh my God…” All the air in her lungs left her body as the sensation of his fingers inside of her sent her whirling over the edge and she was clutching at him to stay upright. Her legs had gone completely to jelly, her body overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure exploding from her pussy and vibrating through her entire being. “Oh God, oh God oh God….”

His fingers stroked every last bit of pleasure that could be wrung from her, the aftershocks of pleasure rocketing through her. Finally she relaxed, slumped really, feeling completely sated and satisfied.  From being fingered by a complete stranger.

That was so much better than I could have done myself, she thought a little wildly. She supposed she should feel ashamed, but wasn’t this why she had come to the school? Prodding her emotions, she didn’t feel any shame at all, just a purring, sensual content. Her legs were a little shaky, but emotionally she was just great.

Looking pleased, Mr. Fire let her go and she turned to him, a little unsteadily.

“Can I uh,” she blushed, “do anything to help you?”

***

Chris hadn’t been able to believe his luck when he’d heard Jessica tell her friends she was going to the bathroom.  While he’d been giving the demonstration speech he’d been able to keep an eye on her and he’d been able to see just how aroused she was.  Without giving Justin a heads up he’d followed her, in hopes of just this kind of situation. Getting his hands all over her sweet body, sliding his fingers into her juicy wetness, it had all been worth his friend’s ire.

And now she was sliding to her knees in front of him, her hands at the button of his pants, looking up at him with the sexiest expression on her face, her hair tousled. 

He smiled down at her.  “You don’t really have to, you know,” he told her.  He knew she’d find out eventually that reciprocation with an Instructor wasn’t required anyway.

“I know,” she smiled up at him as she undid the button and began to slide down the zipper. She winked and he nearly groaned at how cute and sexy she was. “But I’d like to thank you properly.”  That last part came out almost shyly and the sight of her demurely lowering her lashes while she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, releasing it from the confines of his pants, just about undid him.  While Chris was a dominant, he didn’t have the kind of ridiculous self-control Justin did. He didn’t mind it when subs topped from the bottom, although it was fun to occasionally punish them for it, and he wasn’t averse to letting Jessica do so now. Especially when her eyes widened at the feel of him and her expression was almost of awe when she pulled him free from his pants. 

Bigger than the ex, apparently, he thought smugly. Not that size really mattered, he was more than confident of his skill as a lover, but it was just a male pride thing. 

Although the Instructors all got off at lunch, it had been awhile since then and watching Charity being sexually tortured all afternoon, plus finally getting his hands all over Jessica and watching her cum, had definitely wound him up.  

“Then I would like that very much,” he growled at her, his voice dark with desire.  She was such a natural submissive, wanting to show her appreciation in exactly the way a trained submissive would. How fucking hot was that?

“I know I haven’t taken the class,” she said, all demure and prim again, which just made him want to do the dirtiest things to her. “But I’ll do my best.”

He was going to tell her that he was sure she’d be great when she swiped her tongue over the velvet head of his cock and he just groaned with lust instead.  Looking down, he was entranced by the sight of her tousled curls framing her sweet face as her lips parted and she took the head of his cock into her mouth.  Sucking gently, she opened her mouth a little to let her tongue slide out and lick further along the underside of his cock.  It was a fantastic sensation.

It soon became apparent she wasn’t going to be able to swallow all of him, but she just wrapped one of those beautiful hands with her long delicate fingers around the base of him and took as much of him as she could between her lips.  

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he said, groaning as she hummed deep in her throat, making his cock vibrate.  Other than deep throating, he wasn’t sure the Fellatio class was going to have much to teach her. Besides which, no class could teach her the kind of enthusiasm she was showing.  Her tongue danced around him as she moved her head back and forth, he let his hands rest on her head, tangling his fingers in her curls just because he liked the way it felt, but he let her be in control of her movements. This time.

Jessica’s hand tightened on his root, moving in time with her mouth.  Her other hand was resting on his thigh, bracing herself against him as she moved back and forth, suckling him for all she was worth.  Her pouty lips were wrapped tight around him, just like they’d been in so many of his fantasies. The reality was so much better. 

Her tongue slid around his head, nudging into the sensitive hole at the same time as she pulled back from him, and then her velvet mouth was sliding back down his length, tongue lashing and rubbing him the entire way down.  Once she learned how to deep throat she was going to be absolutely un-fucking believable.  

Even though he wanted her to remain in control of their pace, his hips began rocking of their own accord, pressing deeper into her mouth and he could feel her gasping for air around his thick meat, but she didn’t stop sucking.  Her hand on his thigh slid up to his balls and she took them into her palm and began squeezing them gently, tugging a little.

He’d wanted to hold off longer, to enjoy her mouth longer, but the surprise of having her change tactics and literally take hold of his balls made his body tighten and he could feel his cum starting in the base of his cock and flowing upwards.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned her, his voice tight, just in case she didn’t want to swallow.  But she didn’t move away, in fact her hand tightened on the base of him again and her mouth slid down his cock until her lips touched her hand.  He was practically in the back of her throat and he groaned as the first spurt shot out of him and into her mouth. He could feel her tongue sliding around, tasting him as he came. 

She milked spurt after spurt from him with her hands and her mouth.  It wasn’t the most technically proficient blow job he’d ever had, but it was one of the most sincere and definitely one of the hottest.  He’d take that over a dispassionate but technically fantastic blow job any day.

To his delight she kept gently licking and suckling a little as he softened, but eventually he had to stop her. 

“Keep that up,” he warned her, “and you’re going to have a problem to deal with again.”

Jessica grinned mischievously up at him.  “Any day, Mr. Fire.”

His balls tightened, but he did the gentlemanly thing and helped her to her feet. “I sincerely hope you take Mr. Flood’s and my classes, Jessica.”

***

Jessica felt absolutely wonderful after leaving the bathroom.  The halls were empty all the way back to her dorm room, probably most of the students had gone to their rooms rather than the bathroom to take care of their needs.  She was rather glad she’d chosen the bathroom.  

When she got back to her room Charity was waiting for her, lying on her own bed and looking rather blissful. Obviously she’d taken care of any remaining need she’d felt already.

“Did Mr. Fire find you?” she asked immediately.

Surprised, Jessica nodded. “How did you know?”

“Well he disappeared right after the class, and Vanessa said she thought she saw him go after you. Where’d he find you?”

“In the bathroom,” Jessica replied.  “He ah… did for me what I was going to do for myself.” And she was blushing again.   

“He’s fantastic, isn’t he?” Charity fell back onto her bed. “God I love this place.”

Jessica giggled, rolling onto her own bed and clutching a pillow to her happily. She did too. This was exactly what she needed. Screw Sean and his awkwardness at giving her a little kink in the bedroom and his accusation that she was a freak for wanting it.  By the time she left the Venus School of Sex, she’d be a sex goddess and he’d never get it from her again.

Chapter 2

"Asshole," Justin threw the epithet at Chris as soon as he walked into their shared room.  "I can't believe you did that."

Chris grinned, slightly abashed but not at all regretful.  "You would've done the same thing if you'd had the chance."

Justin gave him a look. Well, that might not be entirely true. They both knew Justin was less willing to give into temptation than Chris was. Fortunately for Chris, Justin could never be mad at him for long.

"Tell me about it," Justin demanded.  He'd seen Chris go rushing off and the cute little Asian who had been with Jessica had told him exactly who it looked like Mr. Fire had gone after like... well, like his tail was on fire.  Any of the Instructors who needed relief found it with each other or one of the return students, although it wasn't unheard of for an Instructors to find some relief with a new student.  He fervently wished it had been him instead of Chris who had followed Jessica.  Although Carrie, known as Ms. White (the female teachers all seemed to choose color-oriented names), who taught the Anal Play class was a good friend of his and sex with her was always satisfying, he hadn't been able to stop picturing Jessica in his mind; her big eyes, parted lips, legs crossed and trembling with arousal while watching the demonstrations today. Since he hadn’t been the one to follow Jessica, he wanted all the details.


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