Chapter 5 | Tutorial

Dinner was like the first night — customary and proper except for the bare pricks, tits and asses on display. Everyone talked like old friends. Tonight there would be no grand entrance of a new student such as Gwen's debut the night before.

Dinner included salad, lobster, fresh vegetables and dessert. Wine flowed freely. Gwen's felt light-headed, but she maintained her self-control. She was growing accustomed to the friendly mood here; she rather liked it, in fact. It was a carefree spirit that emphasized dedication to pleasure of all types.

Amanda talked of spending time at the creek during the afternoon and watching goldfish in the water.

Jason discussed the book he read during an afternoon in the library on the third floor.

Susan told of bending over a table while the gardener probed her velvet channel with his doughty pole. The girl promised the night before to visit the gardener as Mrs. Gracely held her on the edge of ecstasy. Susan knew she couldn't go back on her word, so after breakfast she journeyed to the greenhouse.

"He didn't take much time about it," she told her classmates. "He was working when I arrived, and he made me wait for several minutes.

"Then he took me to a high table in a corner amidst the tulips and daffodils. He told me to bend over and then he lifted my skirt. Before I knew what was happening, he was in me.

"His two assistants stood not ten feet away and watched him fuck me. It was a superb experience. I could see their pricks swelling inside their pants, but they didn't take them out. One boy rubbed his through the fabric, though."

"In just a few minutes, the gardener started to groan, and then I felt the fluid spurt into me. He grunted one final time before pulling out and walking away. I left quickly because I didn't know how the two assistants might act," Susan concluded. "I really enjoyed it."

"Oh, they're harmless, dear," Mrs. Gracely said. "Despite their arousal at watching the gardener take you, they actually prefer each other. They share a cabin beyond the farthest garden, and often has been the time that I've discovered them buggering each other or sucking each other off. The gardener sometimes avails himself of their bottoms when he's feeling randy and no females are about."

"Gwen, how did you spend your afternoon?"

Recounting the morning was pointless, for Mrs. Gracely knew full well that Gwen spent the time before lunch in bed with the mistress of the house. The afternoon was spent exploring the grounds around Gracely House. "I saw the cutest chipmunk in the woods beyond the pond. And I saw squirrels scampering across the lawn."

Servants cleared the sturdy table as the diners completed their repast. The table was bare except for the tablecloth.

"It's time for the evening's lessons," Mrs. Gracely said.

Gwen felt her heart beat faster as she wondered what would happen tonight. She was apprehensive that more surprises were in store. And she'd yet to let a boy lie on top of her and put his penis inside like she'd seen the other girls do. Mrs. Gracely didn't allow her much time to wonder.

"Gwen, since you've been here you've learned to rub yourself to stimulate pleasure, but we've never watched you finish yourself. Why don't you do that for us now?"

Gwen wasn't sure what Mrs. Gracely intended, and she sat silently with a puzzled look on her face.

"Climb up on the table, dear, lie back and stimulate yourself. We want to watch you make yourself come. Show us what you've learned."

Gwen could scarcely believe her ears. Mrs. Gracely wanted her to put on a show of masturbating in front of her fellow classmates. Her heart leapt into her throat. She was tempted to refuse, but Gwen had learned the futility of protest at Gracely House. She knew it was time to climb onto the table.

Gwen walked to the end of the table and stood facing Mrs. Gracely before reaching back to boost herself onto the platform. She scooted back and then lay on the table with her feet pointing to the instructor. Mrs. Gracely summoned the other students to join her at the head of the table.

"Open yourself, darling, and let us see you."

Gwen didn't move.

"Lift your knees and open your legs," Mrs. Gracely said more firmly. "We would like to see your sex."

Gwen's legs parted slowly. She felt incredibly vulnerable exposing her genitals to the other students. What would they think of her? Is she normal down there? Will they laugh? Why is she in this situation at all?