The Tutors -- Session Two

Session Two -- The First Saturday:

"Get settled, everyone," Phoebe said as she held open the basement door for her latest group of students. "Thank you for getting here a bit early today. This won't always be necessary, but Chet and I will let you know when it is."

Monica looked around the basement, noticing the many changes from before: the four professional-grade massage tables for one, accompanied by every bit of equipment and supplies you could think to have. She had no coat on today because it was stifling hot outside with little to no breeze, so she made her way over to the seating area laid out in an arc near one of the massage tables. Henry was right behind her. He bent close to his sister's ear and said...

"Look! It's gonna be like theatre-in-the-round, Moni."

... and then went over to the coatrack to hang up his leather jacket.

Monica swatted at him, but couldn't help herself to giggle. Bethany heard the sound and -- sitting next to Monica -- asked what was so funny.

"Henry said, 'It's gonna be like theatre-in-the-round!'"

"OMG, Moni! That's wicked... Is Henry usually like that... funny and cruel at the same time?"

"Well, he's often funny, but he's never been cruel to me. In fact, just the opposite."

"So, he has a tough outside but a heart-of-gold inside. Cool! You must love him very much."

"You're right, I do, but what made you say that?"

"Well, girlfriend, I think it's obvious we three sisters have an extra measure of affection for our brothers. I mean, we wouldn't be going through this course with them if we didn't. But there's something in the way you look at Henry when he's walking toward you which tells me your relationship with him is a hell of a lot more intimate than mine is with Dave... so far!"

"Oh no! Is it really that obvious? Henry is going to be pissed when he finds out our cover is blown."

"I wouldn't worry, Moni," Bethany said soothingly, accompanied with a gentle touch on Monica's shoulder. "It's only obvious to another girl and we ladies have to stick together in a situation like this."

"We do?"

"Well yeah, someone has to steer the car down the center of the lane. It's not going to be the guys after they make love to us or watch another couple go at it. Here's what I mean by sticking together; I'm going to share something which happened after last Wednesday's session: Dave told me he's been spying on me in my bedroom for years."

"No way, Bethany! Were you angry when he told you?"

"Not really, Moni. Dave and I were already really close... at least emotionally. And also: guys are guys after all. My brother is pure heterosexual: he'd never pass up a chance to see a naked girl. I'm just glad he chose me."

"Why?"

"Because it always turned me on when I caught him checking me out, like in a swimsuit or when he would look at my legs when I wore skirts."

"How was he able to spy on you in your bedroom? Did he set up a camera or something?"

"No, nothing as sophisticated as that: he looked through a nail hole in the wall of my bedroom that was opposite the closet in his bedroom."

"After you found out, did you make him plug the hole?"

"Why would I ever do that, Moni? I'm the one who put the dang hole there in the first place," Bethany said with a wink of her eye.

The look on Monica's face was priceless: disbelief at what she heard mixed with admiration for the courage it took to actually enable her peeper to peep. She shook her head, closed her mouth into a broad smile, and said nothing for awhile. Finally...

"Can I tell that to Henry? He'll bust a gut and I need to give him some payback."

I don't see why not as long as I can tell my brother you and Henry are already lovers. Can I... please?"

"Ok, but... here he comes now," Monica whispered to her new friend. "Ok, but add he's such a good lover he often makes me pass out! Hi, Hen. I'm talking to Bethany. She liked your theatre joke, too."

"Hello, Bethany. I'm glad you enjoyed it. We didn't get much of a chance to introduce ourselves last time. Anyway, it's nice to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise, Henry. Now, I just heard your sister call you 'Hen'. Is that name reserved for just her or can anyone use it?"

"Wow! I've never been asked that before. I don't know the answer, Bethany. You see, my sister and I haven't been all that sociable -- that is, until signing up for this class. Let me think about it. Besides it looks like Phoebe and Chet are ready to begin the session."

"Ok, Henry," was all Bethany could manage before getting talked over by Chet...

"Listen up, everyone: this next fact is without a doubt the most important piece of information you will learn in this course: sixty-six percent of human communication -- that is to say, two thirds of how you exchange information with any other individual -- is non-verbal. That means only thirty-three percent of human communication involves a spoken or written language."

"Chet and I emphasize this statistic because it goes a long way to explaining why intimate, inter-personal relationships often don't last: you and your partner are deaf and blind to a massive amount of data being conveyed to you in forms of communication other than words."

"Today's session," Chet continued, "is devoted to massage because human to human touch comprises more than seventy-five percent of that two-thirds number. Learning the delicate language of human touch is the most valuable skill you will want to obtain from this course and continue to nurture long after saying good-bye to us."

"Now, if we've grabbed your attention," Phoebe added, "and if you understand the serious nature of what's about to happen today, then we have accomplished our goal: to prepare each of you for the joyous discovery of being able to understand more about your future partner than you ever thought possible,"

"And selfless massage -- or as it is more often called, sensual massage -- is the key which opens this treasure house of information," Chet said as a kind of exclamation point."Here's what's about to happen: first, you will go into the en-suite and disrobe; second, you and your lab partner with wash each other briefly but thoroughly; third, you and your lab partner will don the massage robes hanging on pegs and put on the massage slippers underneath the robes in your shower area; fourth, you will reassemble back here, but by then, Phoebe and I will have removed the chairs; and last, you and your lab partner will observe -- as closely as you are able -- my actions as I give Phoebe a sensual massage, and also observe Phoebe as she receives it."

"Both aspects are important to watch," Phoebe explained. "Chet and I have showered already. We'll join you in the en-suite, but only to change into our robes."

"Okay, people," Chet barked, "you have ten minutes to shower and get back here. At ten minutes and one second, Phoebe and I will begin the demonstration."

It may have been ten minutes and three or four seconds, but it hardly mattered: everyone was back and milling around for a good minute before Phoebe and Chet reappeared and made their way over to their massage table. Both tutors made sure to lock eyes with each person without a word being exchanged; and it didn't take the students long to realize there would be few if any words spoken for the next thirty minutes. This was to be an intentional application of the sixty-six percent rule.

The first thing Chet and Phoebe did was to embrace one another and exchange a kiss which Anna easily understood meant: "I love you more than anything else in this world." Then Phoebe reached out to untie her partner's robe secured by the fabric knot. She separated the folds, looked down, and smiled to see Chet's proud erection displayed for her pleasure.

Paul took note of how Chet stood immobile as Phoebe circled around him passing her left hand across his pectorals as she did so. When she was directly behind him, she began to remove the garment from his shoulders and back. She was doing all the work for him; unmistakably conveying the message it was both her right and greatest pleasure to do this. After freeing the robe from Chet's arms, she stepped over to a coat rack which had been placed nearby and hung it up. Then she came back, stood directly before Chet, and waited.

Monica held her breath as Chet closed the short distance to Phoebe to untie her robe in the same way she had done. However, as Phoebe's front was exposed with her nipples so hard and pointed, Chet leaned over to tongue and suck each one. This action instantly caused Monica's pussy to cream and Phoebe's head to roll back in an erotic dance of sensation. The communication had been crystal clear: this body was Chet's domain, his exclusive sensual and sexual playground. Then a realization instantly appeared in Monica'a mind:

"Hen's right! These two are very happily married in every way that matters -- including children."

David caught the subtlest buckling of Phoebe's knees as Chet pulled his lips off her right nipple with a moist 'pop'. But unlike his partner, Chet took off Phoebe's robe from the front; letting it flutter to the floor like a kite bereft of wind. He reached for Phoebe's left hand with his right and led her over to the massage table. Still not one word had been spoken by them or anyone else. Phoebe sat on the sheet-draped surface while Chet assisted her by lifting Phoebe's slim, athletic legs as she lowered her upper body and head thus achieving a prone position on her back.

As for Henry, he marveled at the condition of Phoebe's body: one which clearly had borne children and yet this tall woman in her early thirties easily could have passed -- in his eyes at least -- for someone much younger. With the grace of a dancer, Phoebe transitioned to her front as Chet went to access something from a large, ceramic lidded pot set on a portable electric warming plate. Lifting the lid, Chet reached in and drew forth a palm-sized river rock the size and shape of a potato; except for one side which seemed to have been purposefully flattened. Chet turned and wordlessly stepped toward Anna in all his naked glory, extended his hand holding the stone, and indicated with a head nod that she was to take it from him.

Anna, startled by Chet's unexpected movement toward her, took a half-step back bumping into her brother who reflexively placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Chet saw this and -- as he transferred the object to his student -- looked at Paul and shook his head indicating 'no'. Then he pointed to Paul's hands and repeated the gesture.

"They don't want us touching each another right now," Anna thought as she felt her brother's hands lift away while continuing to look into Chet's eyes. She asked him with her own what she was to do with this object she now realized was very warm to the touch. Chet made a wide circle with both arms as if he were trying to hug the entire class.

"Ahh," Anna realized, "he wants me to look at it and then pass it on to the next person!"

As she proceeded to do just that, Anna was momentarily distracted by Chet as he turned and went back to the ceramic pot.

"What a beautiful butt that man has," she thought. "Phoebe must really enjoy touching it..."

Having handed the rock over to Monica, Anna was brought back to the memory of almost touching Paul's cock Wednesday evening. And as she watched in her mind the daydream version of herself complete the action which her physical self was unable to accomplish, Anna felt a wetness between her vulva unlike anything she'd ever before experienced.

"I'm so horny right now," Anna speculated, "Paul could effortless bury his cock in me all the way to its base. He can probably smell my desire from where he's standing!"

But, instead of that thought bringing Anna shame, it only heightened her need. As a consequence, she tightened her leg muscles and did a little shimmy trying to stimulate her genitalia only to have Chet catch that movement and stare at her with a stern look. Now the young woman was embarrassed: the only consolation being everyone else was sufficiently cowed into silence such that no one so much as let out a single snick.

Meanwhile, Monica considered the stone in her hand and noted the absolute smoothness, the weight, and the heat emanating from it. As she looked up to see to whom to give it, she saw Chet finish placing a sixth and final stone -- all of them identical to the one she was about to give to David -- onto Phoebe's back. The rocks were placed in two rows of three in parallel to Phoebe's spine. Her internal voice said...

"Either she's used to it or those stones aren't as hot as I think they are."

As the river rocks were transferring their heat to Phoebe, Chet was dispensing massage oil onto his large hands. Sufficiently oiled up, he placed his right hand at the base of his sister's neck, then gently touched three more areas on her back on his way down the side of the table to Phoebe's feet. Phoebe's breathing never changed from the deep, steady pace she began with, but Monica noted her smile widened when Chet arrived at his destination. She also noticed that Chet's erection had faded...

"Does that mean the focus of his energies has shifted?" Monica wondered. "Is that a physical indication of selfless love: that his own excitement has become less important to him?"

Meanwhile, the river rock had completed its journey to each person, and the final holder, Bethany, walked to the ceramic pot and placed it back inside. Then, as she stepped back toward the others, Bethany stopped. Chet was running a hand up each of Phoebe's lithe legs; his palms and fingers firmly pressing into her flesh, and his thumbs meeting at the apex where the core of Phoebe's femininity resided. Bethany watched -- mesmerized -- as Chet's thumbs each caressed a labia; drawing from her and adding to the oil on his hands the copious nectar flowing from his sister's crease.

"Am I the only student seeing this? How is Phoebe not screaming at the top of her lungs for Chet to mount her? If it were me on that table, I wouldn't hesitate to demand my brother take me!"

Then Bethany remembered it would all too soon be her on another massage table...

"On no! Dave and I could very well screw in front of all these strangers before this session is over!"

That thought brought Bethany out of her self-imposed stupor and sent her stumbling back to the others. Her brother noted the look of shock on her face, and wordlessly asked if she were okay. It took all of Bethany's strength to shake David away from his concern and return to her observations.

After another ten minutes of massaging Phoebe's arms, Chet removed the river rocks and went to work on her back... finishing at her neck and shoulders. Having thus finished with this half of Phoebe's body, Chet stood to one side and assisted his sister in turning over onto her back. Phoebe's large, brown nipples had relaxed, but now Bethany could see her labia had opened like a pink flower filled with precious nectar.

"Again, how is Chet not diving into that beautiful pool?" Bethany asked herself.

As if he had somehow heard the girl's silent question, Chet placed a hand behind each of Phoebe's calves where they joined at the knee and pulled his sister down toward where he was standing at the end of the table. Then he carefully pushed Phoebe's legs back toward her upper body, thereby exposing his sister's moist and engorged labia. After motioning the class to come closer, Chet leaned over and began languidly licking, sucking, and nibbling on Phoebe's sex.

For her part, Phoebe responded with a single word uttered in a long, drawn out exhale...

"Yessssssssss!"

For over ten minutes, the class watched -- spellbound -- as Chet made oral love to his sister. For those among the six who were counting (and that was everyone), they recorded two orgasms large enough to lift Phoebe's butt from the table, and an indeterminant number of smaller body-quakes. Then, multiple students gasped as Chet took hold of his now reconstituted erection and aimed it at the entrance to Phoebe's pussy.

But, his tool was not used in the way any of them expected: his phallus was slapped and rubbed and sent coursing between Phoebe's folds, but Chet never let himself penetrate his sister. For more than eight long minutes, the class waited for Chet to plunge his cock into Phoebe. Instead, a sound like the growl from a wounded wolf began to seep from the woman. Then with a jolt like a slingshot sending its stone, Phoebe suddenly arched her back, let out a deep guttural moan, and sprayed her brother from head to groin with her massive orgasm. When she could take no more, her brother helped lower Phoebe to the table. Finally, someone said something; that someone being Phoebe...

"Chet, you SOB, if you get any better at this, you're gonna kill me someday!"

The laughter was as raucous as it was spontaneous: it had been the perfect means to break everyone out of the spell which had been cast over them. For his part, Chet smiled and then wiped his sister's discharge from his face with a small towel...

"Okay, people, listen up! If you need some time to process what you just witnessed, take your lab partner aside and quietly process just between the two of you, and while there also share what you observed. Five minutes or less, please. Then take a deep breath, find the massage table labeled with your names, and do the best you can to replicate what you observed. Remember, two things, the men give first and this is to be sensual massage only --that means no penetrative intercourse!"

Bethany and David:

"Dave," Bethany said as the two found an isolated spot to talk, "I don't know how I'm going to keep from molesting you sometime in the next hour. I've never been so horny in all my life!"

"Geez, sis. Thank you for saying that... I was worried I was the only one of us about to fundamentally alter the nature of our relationship."

"Dave, listen to me carefully. Just because your cock and my pussy haven't formally met doesn't mean our relationship hasn't already changed. Six months ago, I would not have been asking myself how many children I wanted us to make."

"And now?"

"At least three but less than seven. That's the range."

"Jesus, Bethany! How are we going to get through this session? Chet's got self-control born from experience. I'm still a virgin."

"You mean to tell me... Oh, baby! If I had known that I wouldn't have teased and tempted you with my body all these years. I'm sorry, bro."

"Don't apologize, Bethany. You're the great love of my life. But, sis, this processing time's almost up and I need you to tell me things are going to be okay between us no matter how the next hour shakes out."

"This is how okay it's gonna be, Dave: I'm about to enter my peak ovulation days in my cycle. Whether in the next hour, later this evening, or sometime tomorrow, you are probably going to put a child in my womb, and knowing that makes me the happiest girl in the world."

"Wow, sis! Okay, then... you know, that actually helps quite a bit. You just took all the pressure off the situation. Now, I can focus on giving you as much pleasure as possible. You do the same for me when it becomes your turn. If we can just stick together, our shared life will always be out there waiting to make us happy."

Monica and Henry:

"Bethany figured out we're already lovers, Hen," Monica said as soon as she and her brother found a place to process the intense eroticism they'd just experienced.

"Crap! Is she going to mess things up for us?"

"I don't think so. She just about confessed she's more than ready to get down with her brother. She actually seemed happy for us."

"Phew! Okay then, Moni. We'd better focus on this moment. What did you think of Chet and Phoebe's demonstration?"

"I think the most important thing I saw was Chet being able to tame his erection. That told me he's actually walking the talk... that this course isn't bullshit, Hen. If he and Phoebe can learn to be selfless in how they love each other, then so can we."