Chapter 3

“Fine, like sex doesn’t come easy?” Gabe laughed.

“Sex does come easy, mother nature herself saw to that Gabe. It’s literally hardwired into us. I mean it’s simple Gabe, male inserts his Tab A into female’s Slot B, and said female B has a pleasurable reaction from that mere insertion, but the question is how do you get the most out of it? The most out of that pleasurable reaction. How do you get good at it?” Dorothy asked her audience of Alpha Gamma Delta Sorority girls ... women gathered to go to the island.

“Well like I mean you do it a lot, right? Practice makes prefect, right teach. You watch how the pros do it, practice it, and when you can do something really good, you try something harder, right teach.” Gabe laughed.

“I see. So, to summarize what you’re saying Gabe, anyone can partake in the activity, but it takes practice, mentoring, and observing experts to become truly skilled at it Gabe?” Dorothy laughed to her gathered audience.

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with ... Oh.” Gabe’s eyes narrowed in suspicion upon realizing she’d been tricked into learning something new.

“I’m not trying to tease you, Gabe. I’m only using you to make a point here. When it comes to sex, any knuckle-dragging male with a penis can insert said male Tab A into any female B Slot and get some pleasure. Hell it’s ... Procreation 101 ... it is the oldest biological imperative we have, and good old mother nature hard wired the reward into us. If it actually took talent, or skill, rather than mere genital friction to cause a male orgasm, our species would have died out in our infancy millennia ago girls.” Dorothy laughed to her audience once again.

“But, no offense, what do you know about dicks and genital friction Dorothy?” Emma put in snidely from the side line.

“For one thing Emma, it’s tough to grow up in this day and age of cable television and Internet porn and not know about that, well the basics of it anyway. I concede I’m no expert, and before you ask more explicitly, yes, I’ve slept with a man before, ha, ha, as I’m sure you already know. True I’m admittedly not the best suited as an instructor on the subject of male female intercourse. Which is why we’re talking specifically about how two women can do this together, in those rare moments when we find ourselves horny and in a state of “phallus absenteeism”, forgive my French girls.” Dorothy went on.

As Dorothy went on explaining the differences between female and male pleasure, Harry beckoned Emma to stand up from her well padded armchair, then sat down in her place. Then with a pat on his lap he summoned her to sit back down sideways on his lap. Emma’s frown instantly vanished to be replaced immediately by a look so smug she could probably copyright it Harry thought to himself as he watched.

Harry hadn’t really noticed the 4 inch high spike heeled Stilettos she was wearing, but the fetish skin tight black leather skirt was hot he thought. Her tits, upthrust by the scarlet red lift up and separate bra, some would call it a corset, were closer to his face than ever before. So close in fact she had to feel his breath on the acres of bare exposed cleavage he reasoned. Her hands folded themselves in her lap self-consciously, while he rested one hand above her knee and the other on her shapely hip. He then pulled her dark hair back to reveal her ear with a pair of silver studs set in it.

“Now, Emma,” he whispered to her, “you’re going to watch these two women do ... whatever they wind up doing, and we’ll just see if all your haranguing about lesbians is mere heterosexism, or if it’s a cover-up for your own nauty urges.” Harry whispered to her.

“If you think this shit’s gonna turn me on, you’re fucking crazy Harry.” She breathed out as Dorothy on stage positioned Helen to lie face-down on the couch, a pillow under her chest. Harry amused himself by moving his hand up Emma’s inner thigh, and stroking it softly. Which she let him do without protest. Naturally ... or not so naturally, it was whatever it was that was coming to pass for “natural” in this new life he discovered himself living.

Dorothy, his older sister, was on the stage now in a white sheer see thru mini tube dress. She was the first woman he had taken and marked as his with the symbol of Amun Ra, the ancient Egyptian Sun God. Dorothy now proudly wore the golden “key of life” tattoo above her heavenly gates as a sign of his ownership. At the moment she was using Helen in her demonstration of how to pleasure another woman.

The fetish schoolgirl uniform outfit Helen was wearing today revealed how prepared she’d been to get into costume for Dorothy’s lecture. Thin near transparent white blouse tied off just beneath her straining overabundant breasts. The buttons of the blouse straining to contain their heavenly bounty. A bra was easily discernible through the thin translucent fabric of the top. Dark navy blue, or black, he wasn’t quite sure which, but he would soon find out as Dorothy worked on the buttons of the blouse.

All tartans are plaid, ha, ha, but not all plaids are tartan. The blouse’s stiff white collar was buttoned down, and a red and blue tartan neck tie was tied around her lovely neck. The small red and blue tartan skirt though, once Helen had adjusted it to where she wanted it, was clear up over her pierced belly button. That meant the bottom of the skirt was struggling to cover anything it was meant to be covering. To satisfy everyone’s kinky itch of curiosity about what was under it Dorothy flipped the front back to inspect, and found plain white cotton panties just like a good little Catholic schoolgirls were expected wear.

Dorothy then knelt down beside the sofa and adjusted her demonstration model’s ponytail off to the side. The tartan skirt had ridden up some more by now, revealing a significant portion of those white panties underneath. Dorothy tried to smooth them back down, but seeing it wasn’t going to be possible without either starting over, or a lot of touching on and around Helen’s butt, she chose to ignore it for the moment.

“All right, Helen, now just close your eyes and relax. Remember, this is about making you feel good, it doesn’t have to be about the capital S word ... SEX. When I was a little girl, my mother used to rub my back to keep me quiet and calm during those long boring church services. It wasn’t erotic, or sexy, but it felt nice, and I liked it and remained quiet and calm. Try to think of it like that, in terms of the sensations, and not the broader sensual situation, OK?” Dorothy directed Helen.

“Whatever teach. I’ll try, OK? I’m not sure I even, ooooooo...” The effect of Dorothy’s magic finger’s was instantaneous with Helen. From across the room, it simply looked like a very basic kneading around the base of her neck, but to Helen evidently, it was pleasurable enough to shatter her resistance she had in an instant. Or maybe Helen just knew what Harry and the others wanted to see and was just cooperating with Dorothy.

The sorority house’s large meeting room they were all in was almost silent, save for the occasional unconscious grunt from Helen. Emma adjusted herself in Harry’s lap, as Harry idly stroked her inner thigh through the tight leather skirt. Harry couldn’t help himself, and snuck a soft kiss on the exposed slope of her exposed breast. The AC kept the house quite cool ... make that cold ... and the poor girl was shivering. Someone really should help warm these things up for her Harry thought to himself as he rested his cheek against it, being careful not to nuzzle his scratchy facial stubble too hard on her exposed breast’s tender skin.

“Seems like you liked that,” Dorothy said out loud to Helen.

“It’s been a long weekend is all.” Helen smiled, and answered sheepishly.

“Sure Helen. Now if it’s all right with you, I’d like to move a bit lower now. Would you like that?” Dorothy asked the relaxed Helen.

“Yeah. Sure, fine I guess back rubs are fine. Um, do I need to...?” The girl tugged the sleeve of her blouse.

“I think you’d enjoy it more that way, but it’s your choice Helen. Do you want to?” Dorothy asked her.

Helen considered it a moment. Meanwhile, Harry took a page out of the instructor’s play book and shifted his right hand from Emma’s hip to her neck. Sliding it up under the tangled mass of dark brown hair his hand began to massage her neck muscles. Her eyes closed for a moment as he pressed his strong fingers softly into her soft skin. he was so caught up watching Emma for her reactions that he didn’t even see when Helen’s top came off. By the time he noticed Dorothy was already at work on her shoulders.

“Now to make sure you’re learning something from this and not just milking me for free back rubs Helen, I’ll want you to see if you can pick out some things I’ve done you that you could imitate in your own activities with your partner.” Her instructor Dorothy told her.

Her student was too busy groaning in blitzed out pleasure to reply as Dorothy worked an elbow in along her spine. When the pleasure suddenly stopped, her eyes opened and she seemed to gradually remember she’d been called on by teacher for an answer. “Oh. Sorry. Umm ... I don’t know, you rubbed my neck and my back. Isn’t that about it?” Helen answered her.

“Yes, there is that.” Dorothy resumed, but more gently, teasing her by withholding the more forceful treatment the girl had been enjoying. “But I was doing other things, too. For instance, I could have told you to take your top off, or simply tried to remove it without asking. What did I do instead?” Dorothy asked.

“Uh, you asked?” Helen answered back.

“Yes, I did. Consent is very important in these matters.” Harry didn’t miss the very pointed looks that were suddenly shot in his direction by the other sorority girls around him, but Dorothy went on quickly. “You can push for what you want. You can try to expand your partner’s comfort zone, but don’t press past it too aggressively, and take NO for an answer if they aren’t comfortable with it.” Dorothy instructed her students.

“Yes, It’s good to show your partner that you’re interested, but you don’t want to push too hard past those boundaries if you aren’t sure they’re ready.” Helen was already in the midst of forming a rebuttal, but Dorothy continued on top of her.

“For instance, I might think you’d enjoy some ass play about now.” Dorothy laughed, and suddenly flipped up the Helen’s skirt to show her whole butt to the class. Helen suddenly shot up on her elbows. “Whoa there, what’s...?!” Helen started, but in her new position Dorothy was already jerking her student’s panties down her legs.

“I might be sure of it. After all, who’s the veteran lesbian here, right Helen?” Once again prone and surprised it was easy work for Dorothy to strip Helen, and suddenly there was Helen’s nice thick naked ass out there in the open air. At the same time Harry abandoned massaging Emma’s neck, as her whole body trembled softly as he squeezed the leather encasing Emma’s butt.

Dorothy meanwhile planted a soft kiss on the back of Helen’s thigh, then with aching slowness she dragged her wet tongue up Helen’s butt cheek to meet her hands.

“However, whether or not I know you’d love being my little butt slut ... it’s obviously not something you want right now. So, because I want you to feel good, to be comfortable with it, I wouldn’t shove anything up your ass Helen.” Dorothy then sat back up, and gave Helen’s bottom a few soft pats, and Helen rolled over on her back to glare up at Dorothy.

“No matter how enjoyable it might be for me.” Dorothy laughed at Helen, while some of her sorority sisters in the audience actually moaned.

Helen glared at her for a moment, then flopped back over to her stomach now that the threat had passed. The instructor, though, was immune to her anger. Who knew, maybe she was actually starting to enjoy herself Harry thought. Presently Harry’s finger found where the crack of Emma’s ass was peeking out of her short leather skirt and teased in and out of that space softly.

“So yes. Direct skin on skin contact, asking permission, seeking consent, accepting boundaries. All are ways you can enhance your partner’s pleasure. So far, all of this is good for men or women, too. So that’s a bonus for you girls. Are you keeping up?” She asked everyone watching.

Slowly, Helen nodded, and a subdued “Yes” came back from her watching audience.

“Now I’d like to model another lesson on Helen here.” With a flick of the wrist maneuver that was honestly the most impressive thing Harry had ever seen her do yet, the clasps of Helen’s industrial strength bra corset was undone. It had happened so fast Helen barely seemed to comprehend it.

“I was teasing you a moment ago Helen, but in all honesty, Helen, I think you’re a very attractive young woman. Mind you, I’ll never repeat it outside of this room...” Helen broke in to answer her.

“Bet your sweet ass none of this shit leaves this room, Dorothy.” Helen hotly replied, to which Dorothy chuckled, and the other sorority girls just giggled. Then resting one hand between Helen’s bare shoulders, and the other in the small of her back, Dorothy’s fingers began grazing the girl’s skin softly.

“So like I said, consent is important. Now I want to put the burden for it on all of you. Learning when to say NO is important too. I’m going to start touching your body Helen, and I want you to tell me when I’m doing something that you want me to stop. All right Helen lets begin.” Dorothy went on massaging Helen.

Helen was sputtering, but no real protest emerged as Dorothy continued massaging. Helen just kept looking toward Harry as if unsure if this was part of her fantasy, or just her co-slut taking advantage of her. Dorothy in the meantime wasn’t slowing down though.

“I might want to just shove my thumb right up your presumably virgin asshole to watch you explode with pleasure as I stimulate you in ways you didn’t even know were possible Helen.” Dorothy laughed evilly.

“Dorothy!” Helen whined back plaintively now.

“But...” The teacher stopped with one of Helen’s broad ass cheeks in each hand, pulling them widely apart, poised to do exactly as she’d suggested. Her thumbs kneaded the skin up along the inner crack of her student’s ass cheeks. There was plenty of it to knead, and Helen’s compulsions muted her resistance to mere skittishness. Her ass and her mind alike were putty to Dorothy, Harry sensed.

“Don’t you fucking dare put anything in my ass.” Helen said frowning.

“Understood. And...” Helen broke in.

“Hold up a second I may as well...” Helen pushed herself up on her hands and knees and slipped her already undone bra corset off altogether. Those pendulous tits of hers hung low beneath her, they nearly reached the couch cushions even with her arms fully extended. God, but this girl was stacked to hell and back Harry thought to himself as he watched. He could hardly wait to get his hands on those things. Delightfully, he knew she felt the same way.

“There.” She huffed as she laid back down flat.

“Ready?” The teacher’s hands returned to their former places.

“As I’m ever gonna be.” The girl muttered back, but her eyes closed, and the caresses began.

And then, Dorothy began to teach her lesson to the Alpha Gamma Delta Sorority class in earnest. Her hands and fingers were everywhere and lingering and moving on to everywhere else all at once it seem to those watching. Helen’s neck, her shoulders, her arms, her fingers. Along her ribcage. Then higher near the sides of her breasts. Then the back. Then lower, near the swell of her buttocks. Then lower still.

On Harry’s side of the room, it was time for a checkup, as he trailed his fingers along Emma’s inner thigh right up to where her pussy was doing it’s best to suck in the wet cloth of her drenched panties. Even through the layers of fabric and leather though, there was a palpable moisture now. Oh god, Harry thought as he ran a finger along Emma’s sopping wet slit, and she was spreading her thighs to let him do it better.