A honk sounded from their driveway, and Kylie kissed her fiancé before she reluctantly stepped outside and entered the waiting limo. Kylie's heart fluttered as the limo drove her to the academy. She knew she loved Mark from almost the moment they'd met. Mark, who was twelve years older than Kylie and the son of a mining magnate, was a black belt at her Jiu-jitsu school. Kylie, who feared being raped, decided taking self-defence classes was the best way to overcome her fears.
There were good reasons for Kylie to be afraid. Her mother told of her rape by the boy she allowed to take her to the school formal. Kylie's older sister was the victim of a date-rape drug. She knew the world was full of bad people and swore she'd never be one of their victims. The moment that Mark helped her adjust her gi and tie it correctly, Kylie was in love. She blushed and smiled whenever he looked her way.
Mark felt the same way. When he touched Kylie's gi to place it properly and correct how it was tied, he felt something akin to an electric shock jump from her, straight to his groin. Only years of self-discipline prevented his fat, seven-inch cock from tenting his trouser front. Mark spent the rest of the lesson surreptitiously examining the young student. He put her age at less than twenty, and her maturity as even less than that. But she had a refreshing innocence, which Mark found almost irresistible.
Mark was too young to appreciate the intense desire that red-blooded Australian males had for Kylie Minogue during her peak popularity. However, he realised that this young woman bore a striking resemblance to the woman affectionately known as the singing budgie. Mark invited her to join him for dinner after class the following week, and they'd barely been apart since.
He told his mother and father of his wish to marry the young woman. Mark Senior and Katherine, his mother, were ecstatic that he'd finally met someone he wanted to wed. Katherine suspected her only son was gay, and although she had no problem with that, she wanted grandchildren to spoil. Mark Senior still hoped for another heir to his growing fortune. They sent him to The First Husbands Academy--a brother academy to The First Wives one. Mark returned with a much deeper understanding of his parents and a new-found respect for his father.
Mark Senior welcomed his son home with a grin and a firm handshake. Mark Senior's pucker clenched, remembering his month at the academy. Marks Senior and Junior learned invaluable lessons at the academy. Mainly, that love was love and sex was just sex. Sex without love was great, and love without sex was possible, but sex with love was a gift from God and should never be wasted.
During his stay, Mark also realised that he didn't want to marry a virgin. However, he knew he couldn't tell Kylie this because she viewed giving him her virginity as the greatest gift she could offer. Mark wished for Kylie to understand that she could share herself with others, both male and female, and it wouldn't alter his love for her.
Like his parents, Mark believed that sexual fidelity to one person placed a ridiculous constraint on a marriage. His family controlled billions in cash and stocks. Temptation would continuously come his way, and Mark was aware that he wasn't always strong enough to resist.
He needed Kylie to understand that even if he might sleep with a hundred different lovers, his love for her remained steadfast and true. Her month at the academy would help her realise this, and she would return to him no longer a virgin, but experienced and confident in the physical aspects of showing love. Mark couldn't wait.
Kylie looked back at her fiancé through the limo's rear window until the limo turned a corner and he was gone. She closed her eyes, remembering how close she'd come to jumping his bones. Kylie was no stranger to self-love, often spending many hours pleasuring herself as she fantasised about the people around her. But with her sister and mother being rape victims, Kylie feared letting a man get too close to her. Her mother's and sister's experiences taught her to be distrustful of men. However, her recalcitrant imagination and body caused her to fantasise about giving herself to a man.
Some of her fears came from her fantasies. Kylie recognised that. Her fantasies were often dark and involved things considered taboo in polite society. Kylie often imagined being made to service a dominant, lipstick lesbian woman, who would use her strap-on to devirginise her holes--taking her vaginal and anal virginities. Another favourite fantasy was being taken in the ass roughly by Mark. Kylie feared these dark imaginings meant she wanted to be raped. She hoped to learn more about herself during her month at the academy.
The limo exited the Pacific Highway at Oxenford and turned towards The Gold Coast Hinterland. Kylie looked out the window as the car moved smoothly through the switchbacks, as they climbed towards the summit of the range between Oxenford and Jimboomba. Towards the top, the road levelled out, and an immense, four-story, river stone façade building hove into view. Kylie had never been this way before, and wondered who had the money to build such a property.
The limo turned off the road and stopped at the gatekeeper's cottage. The driver and guard exchanged pleasantries as the guard confirmed Kylie's identity. The wait allowed Kylie to look across the manicured lawns and gardens that surrounded the building. She wasn't a landscaper, but Kylie guessed each side of the building had lawns and gardens of approximately half-an-acre outside it. Her eyes switched to the building as the limo circled the driveway to the front door. Sally, who dreamed of touring the older parts of the Britain and the United Kingdom, realised the building was built to resemble a Tudor Castle, with the façade appearing to have corner towers.
The Limo pulled up at the front door, and Kylie got out when the driver opened her door. She stared at the massive black oak door before examining the steel gates that could be closed across it. She smiled, realising that when they were closed, they would resemble a portcullis. Kylie used the knocker and entered when the door opened.
Imogen watched the tiny, mousy-looking woman furtively across to her desk. She examined the woman's figure, realising that although the woman was petite, she had a banging body. Imogen looked forward to seeing the changes a month in the academy would bring to the young woman.
"Name?" Imogen asked, affecting disinterest as usual.
"Kylie Robinson," Kylie squeaked nervously.
Her name matched the last tablet Imogen had. Imogen smiled when she read that Kylie's fiancé had booked her into the second presidential suite, across from Sally. Imogen suspected it wouldn't be long before the cleaning staff would only need to make one bed. She walked around her desk to greet her last guest and to give her the tablet.
Kylie's eyes dropped to Imogen's extensive breasts before widening when they went lower. Imogen's husband, Matthew, had dropped by earlier. He'd casually bent her over the desk and fucked her vigorously until Imogen had several orgasms. Then she knelt and accepted his gift down her throat before returning to her duties. Imogen's nipples and cunt showed her current arousal.
Neither of Imogen's male slaves had returned from escorting their guests to their rooms, so Imogen's needs remained rampant. She hoped that Sally and Sarah hadn't drained them too much and that they still had enough left to quench her desires.
She addressed Kylie. "Your fiancé has purchased the presidential suite for you. Ms Robinson, for him to authorise that kind of expenditure, he must love you very much. I hope you appreciate that."
Kylie didn't know where to look. She'd seen the enormous-breasted woman's exposed pussy, and her mind registered the woman's clitoral piercings, but she didn't want to stare. Nor did she want to consider what Imogen's piercings meant. She automatically feared that Mark wanted her to get some done.
Kylie looked away, but then the elevator doors opened, and a virtually naked man and a woman dressed similar to Imogen emerged. Kylie gaped at the man's enormous cock. She'd studied Mark's bulge surreptitiously, unaware if his package was average or not. The near-naked man's wang made her wonder if her fiancé was undersized. Kylie was glad of it, if he were, because she couldn't comprehend how Mark's dick could fit inside her. Her body cringed, imagining trying to accept the banana hammock-wearing man's.
"This is Lars and Mila," Imogen said, introducing the pair. "They will lead you to your suite and assist you in preparing for the 2:00 p.m. get-together."
Looking anywhere other than the barely concealed tits and cock surrounding her, Kylie focused on the pair's name tags. Mila's read, "Mila Andersson. Property of Per Andersson." Lars' read, "Lars Lindberg. Property of Imogen Bailey."
Kylie followed Lars and Mila into the elevator. She'd suspected that Mark was wealthier than he admitted, but did not know how rich he and his family were. That he'd lay out so much for her to spend a month at this facility warmed her heart even more. Kylie decided to approach this month like she approached her university degree. She'd study and work harder than any other student to show him how much she appreciated what he'd done.
The elevators opened, and Kylie's eyes widened as she took in the expensively carpeted hallway and the rich furnishings that adorned it. She gasped when Mila opened the door and welcomed her into the suite. "This must cost a fortune," Kylie exclaimed. Coming from a solidly middle-class family, Kylie lived in a lovely four-bedroom house in a decent suburb. While they couldn't afford a Mercedes or a BMW, her parents drove cars that were less than two years old. After four years, Kylie received her mother's car, and her brother, Max, got their father's. However, the wealth required to pay for thirty days in a room like this was far beyond what she and her family could manage together.
"You should take a shower and change," Mila said before she dropped onto her back on the bed. Lars knelt between her legs, pushed Mila's knees back and apart and lowered his mouth onto her pussy. Kylie gulped and fled into the bathroom.
Kylie didn't know what she had to change into, but Mila and Lars' erotic display had her virgin pussy frothing, and she was afraid of what she'd do if she remained to watch. Kylie stared at the shower, wonderingly. It was huge, with an enormous overhead nozzle, and she suspected it would pour water like rain on the person beneath it. Kylie spotted the chrome side plates and realised water would spray from there, too. She turned the tap on and waited until it reached a temperature she was comfortable with. Then Kylie stripped and stepped under it.
The shower was a walk-in type shower with the floor slightly sunken, so the water remained in the area. Like Sally, Kylie tried the various buttons to figure out what she liked. Kylie enjoyed the stinging nettles, so she also turned the side nozzles to the setting. She luxuriated under their forceful, massaging flow for quite some time, turning back and forth so they caressed every part of her. The second time she turned to face the side panels, a stream hit her clit. Kylie gasped and turned aside before turning back guiltily.
Kylie held still until she achieved a minor climax before she tried another button. The water pulsed along the upper spout and up and down the panels. Although she thought it would be a great way to rinse off, she didn't think much of the program. Kylie tried the fourth button, but, being a little shorter than the previous occupant, the streams hit her pelvis and tailbone. It was uncomfortable, so she quickly turned it off. Curious about why the streams were directed where they were, Kylie bent over and examined the jet on the front wall. Realising it could be adjusted and recalling how the smaller stream felt on her clit, Kylie turned it back on and adjusted the stream until it hit her button.
'OMG!' Kylie gasped in her mind. She quickly turned to see if the jet on the back wall adjusted, too. It could be, but when she bent over to shift it, the first stream jetted directly into her anus. The sudden intense stimulation on her dark star made Kylie scream and straighten up. However, Kylie's most common masturbation fantasies revolved around someone tonguing her chocolate starfish, so she bent over again and backed up until the jet sprayed directly onto her rosebud. Then she bent over and adjust the second stream until it hit her clit.
'OMG!' She inwardly gasped again. Only a few seconds later, Kylie had to brace herself as a massive orgasm rushed through her body and weakened her legs. She shuddered as another, lesser orgasm washed through her before getting out and drying. She looked for her clothes but couldn't find them. Confused, but thinking perhaps she'd undressed in the other room, Kylie wrapped the towel around her petite, shapely body and exited the bathroom.
She was just in time to see Mila, who was astride Lars, take his thick cock in her hand and guide it into her bottom. Shocked but wanting to watch, Kylie bit her bottom lip to stifle her gasp and then leaned against the bathroom door to watch. Lars' dick slid into Mila's ass with no apparent effort, and quickly after that, Mila's hands were in the middle of Lars' chest as she rode him vigorously. Before her, being done to another, was one of Kylie's favourite fap scenes--a woman being taken in her ass roughly. Kylie's pussy frothed, imagining it was her riding Lars' impressive dick.
The pair seemed engrossed in each other, so Kylie surreptitiously eased her towel apart and played with her clit. Although she was a virgin, Kylie was no stranger to self-stimulation. And although you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone to confirm, Kylie was a skilled oral exponent--she found it the easiest way to stop her dates from trying to fuck her. She'd blow them early on in the night and then promise them she'd blow them again on the way home, but only if they were good boys and didn't try to fuck her. Kylie hadn't found a man between eighteen and twenty-one she'd dated who had any problems with that!
Lars eventually grunted, filling Mila's rear hole with cum. Mila lifted off him and rolled over. Lars hadn't wilted even after cumming, and Mila guided him back into her ass. Then, lying back on her hand, Mila patted her pussy and asked, "Would you like to taste me?"
Kylie blushed, realising she'd been caught out. But although lesbian porn was one of her never-fail masturbation fantasies, she said primly. "No, thank you. I'd like to get dressed now."
"Your outfits are in the drawers beside your bed," Mila told her. "Help yourself."
Still embarrassed about being caught watching and masturbating, Kylie removed a skirt and top from the drawer. She took them back to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, and then put them on. The skirt barely covered her muscular ass and left her pussy exposed. The top left Kylie's midriff bare and exposed her swelling breast globes to just short of her nipples. The outfit, quite simply, was scandalous. Although it matched what the academy's staff wore, there was no way Kylie would wear it unless it was for a special occasion for Mark.
Kylie removed the outfit and wrapped the towel back around her. She exited the bathroom carrying the outfit to ask where her clothes were because she wasn't wearing these.
"If you read the tablet," Mila said as she rode Lars. "You'll find that those two items and the 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels are all you're allowed to wear for the duration of your stay. However, you may refuse. In which case, we will summon a limo to return you to your apartment. I do not believe your engagement will still be on when you get there, though."
Kylie heard the truth in Mila's statement and reluctantly returned to the bathroom to redress.
Sally Preston.
Sally wanted so much to play with Maja and John because her hairy pussy literally dripped arousal fluids. Taking another sip from her water bottle, trying to cool off, Sally found her eyes drawn to where Maja and John were joined. John's enormous cock pistoned in and out of Maja's distended pussy as Maja moaned and encouraged John to fuck her harder. Then, with a series of deep, guttural grunts, John ejaculated into Maja's grasping cunt. Maja sat on the cusp of another orgasm, but hadn't quite got there yet. Sally was amazed when John pulled out and immediately went down on her.
Sally thought guys just didn't do that before recalling that Leo regularly did. If they'd been apart for a few days, Leo would occasionally climax quickly, leaving Sally unrequited. She'd accepted that it happened and only meant that her lover found her almost irresistible. However, on the few times it had happened, Leo used his mouth, tongue and fingers to complete her climax. Sally thought that was unbelievably sweet of her fiancé.
Sally took another hefty swig of water, trying to calm down. She was terrified that she was about to lose control and join in the debauchery in the bed. However, instead of cooling her ardour, the water seemed to inflame her more. Blushing redder than a sunburn victim, Sally ducked back into the bathroom. Her fingers flew over her pussy as she forcefully pinched her nipples. Biting her bottom lip, Sally shuddered and moaned as an intense, body-shaking orgasm rattled her bones.
Her orgasm only seemed to inflame her further, and Sally eased two fingers inside her cunt, searching for her G-spot. She shifted her left hand to her clit as she vigorously thrust her fingers into her drooling gash. A second climax quickly followed the first, and three more followed in quick succession. Finally, her desire eased enough for Sally to strip and take another shower. She temporarily resisted using the water jets, but as her desire crested, she turned them on and then had to shove her hand in her mouth to stifle her orgasm scream.
After a second orgasm in the shower, Sally finally felt sated enough to get out and dry off. She picked her skirt and top up, only to discover they were drenched with sweat. Pulling a face at the thought of putting the damp clothing on, Sally exited the shower to get another top and dress.
Maja and John waited for her when she left the bathroom. They helped her dress, even though she didn't need their assistance. Then they helped her into the 7-inch, strappy stiletto high-heels and helped her to balance until she could walk unaided. Then they announced it was time to go to the meet and greet.
Holding Sally's elbows as if they were afraid she might run away, Maja and John guided her to the elevator. The elevator doors had just opened when Milla and Lars emerged with Kylie. Sally and Kylie exchanged commiserating looks as they allowed their attendants to lead them to the ground floor and then to the buffet room where the get-together would take place.
Sarah Alberts.
Lena and Paul helped Sarah shower, getting themselves clean simultaneously. Of course, Paul's enormous dick erected in the shower, and Lena encouraged Sarah to kneel beside her and help service his long, thick cock. Lena received Paul's gift not long after and turned to kiss Sarah. Sarah's eyes widened when Lena pushed Paul's cum into her mouth, but experiencing it happening for the first time excited her, and Sarah swirled the cum around before pushing it back into Lena's mouth.
Paul helped Sarah stand and then turned her until her voluptuous bottom pushed against his upper thighs. He soaped his hands before cupping and stroking Sarah's heavy Double-D cup breasts. Sarak looked down and saw Lena grinning up at her. Sarah gasped as Lena's lips encircled her throbbing clit and then she moaned as the dark-haired woman bathed her button with her tongue.