Swiss Finishing School Pt 02

Swiss Finishing School, Part 2

By The Big Bopper

Cassie graduates from high school but before heading off to college, her parents offer to first send her to a Swiss finishing school ... one that specialises in training their pupils in the finer skills of sexual pleasure for when they later marry. In Geneva, Cassie is placed under the tutelage of the Academy principal, who takes her virginity and introduces her to daily sex sessions embracing all the positions for great sex. But in an emotional and pulsating orgasmic moment, her tutor reveals that he learned everything he knows about sex - and is passing on to Cassie - from her mother.

As with Part 1, this story could have been posted in Erotic Couplings and Non Consent, but I chose Mature because the principal characters are a generation apart.

Day 2: Tuesday

Janey and I go to breakfast, but only to select some items and bring our food choices back to eat together on my balcony overlooking Lake Geneva. I choose not to tell Janey the startling news I have learned about my parents in their college years. I need to continue to absorb this revelation, and I fear that she could tell her parents when calling home. I don't want gossip about my mom and dad spread all over the neighbourhood.

At 8.50, Janey stands, "Cass, I better go back to my room. Our tutors are due in ten minutes, and I am so ready for this. I've decided that I want to be in bed waiting naked for my man when he arrives. Don't want to waste even two seconds to have to take my camisole off. See 'ya!"

In a way, I wish that Martin had been more discrete and kept my parents' secret past to himself. I don't want that news to spoil my week here, which began on such a high, but my feelings toward Martin are now mixed. I love how he fucks me and his enthusiasm and incredible stamina for great sex, but I fear that he's obsessed about having me only because I am the daughter of his favourite hooker when he was a college kid. That feels weird. I hope that having sex in positions I have never heard of today will take my mind off Martin's obsession.

He walks in on the dot of nine, clad as usual in his tights with his chest bare. He does look good, so good that I immediately feel a nice warm glow down in my pubic region. I'll bet some wetness starts to ooze from within my private parts. Just like yesterday, I initially look at his face to acknowledge his presence, but only briefly before my eyes are automatically drawn down to his groin ... and I admit that I do just stare at the package contained there. My god, is his cock ever flaccid? It is standing upright, confined by the snug fit of this strange uniform that all males wear. I'd call his cock almost full-on erect.

He laughs when he sees where I'm staring, "I hope it's to your liking, Cassie?"

I steal a quick look up at his face, "Of course it is, I don't expect there'd be any female who wouldn't approve. I don't know how you do it. You were here in the middle of the night, fucking me, yet seven hours later, you walk in with this, so hard that it's like you haven't had sex for a week."

"I like how you have become an expert on erections after only one day of having sex with a man."

"Yes, but even when I'd never done it with a man, I've always been curious. I've read stories, some with pictures, in magazines and surfed the internet and I have watched porn videos a few times. So, it's not like I didn't know what it would look like, although I have to say I do like how yours looks."

"Okay, then let's get on with our position's day. The object of this is to introduce you to the many ways each person can lay or sit or stand to have a connection between a cock and a cunt and to be able to satisfactorily fuck. The Kama Sutra is an ancient Indian Sanskrit text on sexuality, eroticism and emotional fulfillment in life and translates as the Principles of Love. It isn't really about the many positions in which to have sex, although most literary translations have diagrams of the many ways to do it. Today, we'll get to try about fifteen ways. Obviously, it would be impossible for me to take you through fifteen positions and cum in all of them, so we will exercise coitus interruptus on many occasions. One of the reasons you're here is to learn about having pleasurable sex, so my aim will be to try to have you orgasm in each position. That could make for quite a long day, and it could become tiring. You don't have to complete every position. If you find any uncomfortable or boring, just tell me and we'll move on to the next. Having good hot sex is all about communication, Cassie. Speak up and tell me what you like and don't like. So, if you're ready for this..."

"Martin, I was ready for this from the moment you left my bed in the early hours."

"Ha ha, okay then." He reaches out and lifts my camisole up over my head, and I am naked. I watch his eyes scan down and up, appearing to admire my nude body.

I take the initiative by slipping my fingers into the waistband of his tight tights and he lets me pull the strange garment down over his hips and thighs until it drops to pool around his feet. I like how his erection, when released from its confine, stretches out horizontally from his body, as if it's pointing at me ... it's target for the day.

"That's very confident of you, Cassie, you're coming along nicely. Now, how about we start with you on top. I'll lay down on your bed and you can sit up across my hips and we'll go from there."

"Okay," I agree, nodding my head excitedly and I wait for him to lay down on his back. His cock stands straight up, I get onto the bed and straddle him, my knees tuck outside each hip, my body high to allow his upright cock to fit beneath my crotch. I position myself, using one hand to guide the knob of his cock to my pussy lips and I slowly slide myself forward and back on him several times until I can't wait a moment longer to make a full connection. I slot the entrance to my vagina over him and slowly slide down onto it. At 9.05, what should be a very sexual day begins in my room at the Academy.

I enjoy my first orgasm, bringing this first position to an abrupt end. My body slumps down on his and I like the feel of my breasts crushing down on his manly chest.

"Where did you learn to work your pelvic muscles like that, Cassie? You were great although if you're going to keep working them like that, I might not last as long as I usually can."

"My mom gave me a few tips after I knew I was coming here. Of course, I hadn't had sex with anyone at that point, but she just said here's a few tips to take on board. That was one and she said how it would make the man feel really good."

"Oh, it sure does. Yes, I do remember that was a regular trick of your mom's if she didn't want us guys to hang around too long. She could make us cum in no time."

"Martin, do you mind if we don't have any stories about my mom being your hooker of choice today. I am still having a hard time coming to grips with what you've told me about her ... and my dad."

"Oh, sure, Cassie, I'll try but it is uncanny how much you look like she did when she was your age then and how similar it feels to be inside your body ... it takes me back, feels just like being inside her. But I'm sorry, I'll keep that to myself although I will say that you being here as my personal student is making this week so special for me."

Martin moves us into our second position and so the day evolves. It is when we are interlocked in our fourth position that he suddenly cries out, "Oh fuck, Cassie, this is way too good. I can't hold it, I'm gonna cum. Oh, this is so fucking good. Oh, Cassie, take this ... oh fuck ... fuck ... yes, (a long elongated) F-U-C-K!"

His cumming does slow our day down; he takes about a half-hour to get full stiffness back in his cock. During the break, he does answer my question as to how he can keep getting it up. He takes Viagra on the days when he has a full schedule of sex, and it works for him despite Janey and I believing it is only for older men to restore their virility.

Owning the Academy, he is not one to waste any part of each day, so no surprise when he uses the bedside intercom to order two coffees and something for us to snack on. They are delivered by the same woman who brought my dinner on the first night. I am embarrassed that we are both sprawled out on my bed, stark naked. I suggest we pull the sheet over us, but Martin tells me, "Don't be prudish about this, Robyn has seen it all before. She's often walked in on couples when they are in the middle of hot sex. She's never phased, might even turn her on a bit. She's one of a few employees here who don't have the benefit of getting any sex while she's at work."

I watch her closely when she delivers the coffees and cookies, see her checking out our respective bodies ... although I am sure she takes more time looking at Martin's cock than at any part of me.

I have no idea how many positions we try that day. We do take an hour off to have lunch after Martin cums for a second time. I take that as an achievement on my part, working my pelvic muscles through each new position to weaken Martin's resolve to hold off. We get back into it about one o'clock and don't stop until just after four when Martin cums for the third and last time. I must have had about eight or nine orgasms, I'm astonished how I can reach the ultimate sexual pleasure so often, but I credit Martin's expertise in ensuring that in every position we try on the day, his cock expertly works my clitoris.

As he pulls his tights back on, his cock looking a rarely seen floppy, I laze sleepily on my bed and tell him, "Martin, you are welcome to come to my bed at any time through the night again ... but only if you want to." I don't want to come across as a crazy nympho, but it was fun to wake to find him in my bed last night and to enjoy the wild hot sex that resulted from that.

"Darling Cassie, I could have sex with you for every minute of the day while you're in my Academy, but there is a limit to what the male human body can do, even mine, as finely tuned as it is. However, if I feel the urge and can get it up through the night, you know I'll be here."

"But only if Liz approves, Martin."

"If I can't, but she can, I'll send her to you ... is that ok, honey?"

"I don't know about that," I call to him as he leaves my room. I force myself to get out of bed and take a shower before dropping asleep in the late afternoon. Janey and I meet up for dinner at seven and compare notes on the many positions we each tried during this exciting day.

Day 3: Wednesday

Martin fails to come to my room through the night and I sleep the soundest sleep I've had so far this week.

Today is supposed to be anal day but I didn't tick the box for that. Over breakfast, I express my curiosity to Janey, "I wonder what Martin is expecting to do with me today. He tried to get me to agree to trying anal but I'm just not game enough. I've read how it can hurt ... a lot."

"Yes, Cass, I chose not to do it, and my tutor said that's cool. I think he's still going to come by, and he said we might even try a few more positions since that went so well for us yesterday."

"That's great! Maybe Martin will do that with me too."

We each head back to our respective rooms before nine. I am unsure what to expect from Martin, yet here he is, opening my door promptly at nine. He carries a small clear plastic tray. "What have you got there?" I ask curiously.

"That's all the goodies for today's session."

"What session, what do you think we're doing?"

"Anal, Cassie, this is your big day, your very first anal experience."

"No, I never ticked the box, I don't want to do it."

"Oh, come on, honey, it's really good."

"For you maybe, for the man; it doesn't hurt the guys."

"And it need not hurt the woman either. It all depends on who you choose to introduce you to it."

"But I didn't choose you ... I never chose to do it."

"That's strange, I have your form here and look, there's a tick alongside anal."

"Show me."

He does and on the form that I ticked and signed on the first day, I see a tick alongside Anal. "I didn't put that tick there, you've done that."

"I wouldn't do something like that, Cassie, this is a professional organisation, our reputation could be tarnished by such an accusation."

"Well, somebody must have because I didn't."

"So, honey, what am I going to do with all of this stuff?" Martin points to the tray on which I can see a tube of lube and what I recognise as a butt plug from a porn video that I watched in my room last night. Was it a coincidence that on the eve of anal day here at the Academy, the feature video on the internal porn system is anal?

"So, what do you say, honey, what about you trying this butt plug for a while?"

"Why would I, Martin, I didn't tick anal, and I don't want to do it. End of conversation."

"I understand although I don't know what you have against it, honey. Your mom loved it, and she had the greatest arse. Yours is so much like hers ... in fact, your whole body is so similar, reminds me of her whenever I look at you."

"I told you yesterday how I don't want to hear comparisons with my mom. I wish you hadn't told me about her past. I think it's all a bit sick."

Martin seems to at last be getting my message; I can see it on his face. He tries to make amends, "So, Cassie, you don't want my cock in your arse, so what are we going to do for the day ahead?"

"I didn't say I didn't want your cock, Martin, I only said I don't want you putting it, or anything else, up my bum. Why don't we just have normal sex like yesterday and like early on my first morning here? I don't think I'll ever get tired of having your beautiful cock inside me ... in the right place."

Casting aside his obvious disappointment, Martin tucks his hands in the waistband of his regulation see-through tights and draws them down his legs. His ever-present hard-on springs up at the ready, "Ok, honey, I'm up for that."

I sweep my camisole up over my head and nakedly face Martin. Of course, I can't raise my gaze above the erection that stands out horizontally from his body. I grab hold of the shaft and give it a couple of tugs.

"Careful, honey, your hands are so soft and warm that this thing could go off at any time. Handle with care."

"Oh, nonsense, you're always in control of your body. Come to bed, Martin, I'll make you feel good."

"Isn't that role rehearsal, Cassie? I'm the tutor, you're the student, I'm here to teach you. But ok, let's go!"

For two full hours in my bed at the Academy in Switzerland, Martin has constant sex with me, resulting in me enjoying another half dozen orgasms. When he finally cums after two hours, we are well and truly done for now and I fall into a deep sleep.

When I wake, the first thing I do is check the time, noting it is 1.00. I lay face down, my head turned to one side, and I suddenly realise that I can feel something in my bum, it's very firm and tight. I lift my head from the pillow and turn around, see that Martin is awake, laying on his side, facing me. My eyes scan lower along his body, see that Martin has a solid erection again. I also see one of his hands laying on my naked arse. I see the hand twitch and immediately feel the effect in my anus, quickly assessing that my tutor has his middle finger inside my arse ... could be as far as the second knuckle.

"Martin, did I, at any stage, say you could put your finger in my arse?"

"No, honey!"

"Martin, have I at any time asked you to put anything at all in my arse?"

"No, honey! But I can tell you we now know how your consent form ended up with a tick alongside anal."

"Really? I know I didn't tick it for anal."

"We have learned that you didn't, Cassie. One of your fellow students came by my office. I wasn't there so this particular student saw the pile of papers on my desk and mischievously decided to add a few ticks ... one on yours and one on one of the boys in the other wing."

"If you know that I didn't tick anal on my form, then why is your finger in my arse now?"

"This finger?" checks Martin and he wiggles that digit around inside my anus. Whoa! I feel a sensation surge through my lower body, even sensing it in my vagina. It feels really good although I'm hesitant to admit that to Martin. What should I do or say now? First up, stop complaining. I could even encourage him to leave it there, maybe even squish it around back there. Depending on how that goes, should I simply concede that it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind?

I feel him squeeze his other hand in under my belly, telling me to "Lift up!" as he does. A finger from that hand seeks out my clitoris and begins to circle there briefly before I feel it push up inside my pleasure passage. Then, in tandem, a finger of each hand is working my lower torso ... the finger in my vagina sort of scratches the upper wall and feels really good while surprisingly I like the feel of his digit in my anus. It seems to be bringing me little thrills in my bum.

"Do you know about your g spot, honey?" Martin asks.

"My mom has told me about it, and where it's supposed to be, but I've never tried to find it."

"Well, I have, Cassie, how does this feel?" Martin raises the pace of the finger that is scratching away in my vagina and now I'm feeling palpitations run through my whole pubic region and even beyond.

In utter surprise, I feel an almost instant orgasm quickly build and I hear myself react verbally, "Oh fuck ... oh yes, Martin ... oh my god ... I think I might cum ... oh, I am, I'm gonna cum ... oh fuck yes, I'm gonna cum. Oh, it started from nothing, but now. Oh god, now Martin ... I'm cumming. Yes! Yes! Yes! Do it! Don't stop!"

My hips frantically hump, and my entire pubis pulsates from an extraordinary climax. When the pleasure subsides, I roll over onto my back, forcing his fingers out of my vagina and anus. I hold my arms open wide to my tutor, spreading my legs wide too, "Fuck me, Martin, you have to fuck me ... NOW! Oh my god, yes, get inside me NOW."

Is this really me? Imploring my tutor to do me immediately. Fortunately, he is ready, as always it seems, and he complies with my wishes. I get to enjoy another marathon sex session with this man for almost an hour and I cum over and over again with him.

I must drop asleep the moment he withdraws his cock from inside me. I miss lunch and almost miss dinner. I would have if Janey hadn't come to my room to wake me at 7.15. When my bestie asks why I am still asleep, all I can say is, "What a day!"

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I wake to the warm embrace of a body spooning mine. Oh my god, Martin has come to surprise me once more although why can't I feel his hard cock nestled between my arse cheeks? Don't tell me his erection has failed him at last?

A hand snakes around from behind as I stir in my bed. It grasps my right breast, and a finger flicks my nipple, arousing it from slumber. As I become more awake, I sense that I am feeling two breasts with prominent nipples pressing at my naked back. Hold on there, it's not Martin who is holding me. My god, is this his wife, Liz ... bi-sexual Liz?

"Liz ... is that you?" I ask tentatively.

The palm massaging my right breast grips it tighter, "Yes, darling, I'm here."

"Oh my god, I thought you were Martin for a minute."

"No, darling Cassie, he sent me along in his place tonight. Do you want me?"

"I ... err ... um ... I don't know."

"Of course you do, Cassie, your mom and I used to spoon together in bed, just like this, in between entertaining the Johns. Now, honey, you don't need to do a thing. You just lie there and let Lizzie take care of your beautiful young body."