Swiss Ruining School
Everyone has heard about the famous Swiss finishing schools where posh young girls learn how to fold napkins and pass the salt, etc., but there was once a very exclusive 'ruining school'. It's purpose? To introduce young ladies to every aspect of sexual activity. Porn, essentially.

The syllabus: Unit 1: How to seduce a man with body language and dress. Unit 2: How to pleasure a man using one's hands. Unit 3: How to pleasure a man using one's mouth. Unit 4: How to pleasure a man in intercourse. Unit 5: Special skills

Fortunately for our purposes, a diary exists from a girl who attended this school and became one of its most notorious graduates. I quote:

" ... the girls were ushered into a room, wherein we saw a number of men sitting on leather seats. They were quite naked, each with an enormous erection. We had seen pictures of course, and some of us had had direct experience, but to see those formidable members quivering hard with anticipation made me feel at once terrified and aroused. I felt blood rushing to to my clitoris.

'OK, girls. Everyone choose a gentleman,' said Miss Smart, the Manual Skils teacher.

I chose a handsome man with a large and attractive member. He smiled at me in a reassuring way and I was overcome with a desire to see his face contorted in the pleasure of release. It would come soon enough.

'Now, girls. Take the member in your hand, gently but firmly. You may stroke it from base to tip with your fingertips ... good. Now, take a good grip and begin to move it like this - keep the rhythm regular.'

I watched Miss Smart and began to manipulate my gentleman's flesh. He began to shift his hips as I felt the hot flesh between my fingers. In no time he was unconsciously thrusting his hips in time to my hand and his mouth opened a little. I felt a rush of power and control - I could turn this muscular man into my slave with just this rhythmical movement of my hand! Were I to stop, he would plead with me to continue.

As I continued, I heard the inadvertant gasps of the girls around me as their gentlemen came. I looked my man in the eye and gave his rigid flesh an extra squeeze. At that moment, I felt the pulsing jets coming through the hardness, and a gout of hot semen erupted forth down my blouse. A droplet landed on my lips and I quickly licked it off, keen to taste this stuff. That seemed to enrage him even more and he continued to pump forth, coating my hand in his hot syrup.

'Well done, girls!" Tomorrow I wil show you how to prolong the experience and intensify the orgasm'.

I couldn't wait to have that stiffness in my palm again. And I wanted more of that stuff on my lips.

EDIT: This is actually an idea for a novel I'll write if anyone wants to offer me an advance. I'll also do it in magazine installments.
(frankspencer, Mon 29 Jan 2007, 9:24, Reply)