Swiss Finishing School Pt. 01

This story could be classified in several categories: Erotic Couplings, First Time and Mature, but I settled on the latter since most of the sexual activity involves a highly experienced 40-something man with a near 19-year-old young woman about to embark on her sexual journey.

Cassie's Story

I was 18 years and 3 months when I graduated from high school. My parents are by no means rich, but I know that their closest friends say they live comfortably. Mom and da always tell me the best thing is they have no mortgage, fully owning the home in which we live in an average outer suburban neighbourhood. It's nothing special, just a simple four-bedroom cottage on a quarter-acre block of land with a picket fence along the street frontage.

My dad works in an office job at a pharmaceutical company and my mom is a casual checkout chick in a local supermarket. Choosing that occupation has enabled her to confine her work hours to fit within school hours. My two siblings -younger than me - are still at school, so mom works 9 to 3 each day and that enables her to be at home when they - and me previously - come home from school.

So, I'm finished with school and am enjoying the freedom of no more schoolbooks, no more homework and no more annoying teachers. I have almost three months before I am due to start at college and I am already embracing a new do-nothing lifestyle. So, you can imagine how taken aback I am when my parents call me away from watching television with my brothers one evening for a meeting in the kitchen.

Nothing unusual about that at first. They've been calling family meetings for years but normally all three of us kids are involved. This time, it's only mom, dad and me. The last time we had one of these was when I was about to become a teenager, and they quaintly introduced the topic for the night as teaching me about the birds and the bees. Who calls a sex talk that these days?

Tonight, mom leads off, "Cassie, now that you've graduated from high school and you got good grades and are about to go to college, your dad and I have been thinking that it could be beneficial for you to top up your school education with some training on life in the real world. We have always tried to allow you some freedoms in growing up, but we are concerned that some of our restrictions mean that you've led a sort of sheltered life in comparison to some of the girls at your school. Err, I mean, former school."

"I don't think of it as sheltered. You've let me have some fun, but you have instilled in me some cautions. I guess the biggest was to warn me about boys and men, telling me how some guys will spin a line when all they really want is to get into my panties. See, I still remember all the things you taught me years ago, the last time we had this kind of talk."

Dad takes up the running, "Your mom and I have always wanted what's best for you so we thought it was wise to warn you of the pitfalls you might face through your teenage years. We both speak from experience, and ashamedly I admit that I was one of those typical boys we warned you about. I had a bunch of pick-up lines I used, and your mom heard many from a lot of boys when she was younger."

Mom again, my parents seem to be working as a tag team, "Cassie, I am assuming that nothing has happened in the past year, since you and I last talked, to change the state of your body. You are still a virgin, aren't you, honey?"

"Yes, of course, mom. You warned me early on that I should wait for the right guy to come along. I haven't yet met the man that would make me melt inside. I think that was the way you described the feeling of falling in love when you met dad."

"Well, honey, all of what we told you years ago was true and appropriate to get you through your teenage years to where you are now. But, Cassie, your dad and I are about to give you alternate advice. It might sound contradictory at first, but when you have time to take it all in and think about what we are now proposing, you will see that this is just us imparting advice on how to handle the next stage of your life, the years leading up to marriage."

Dad quickly takes over the conversation, "It's not like we have changed our thinking on the subject of sex. It's just that when you were twelve, you wouldn't understand the recommendations we have for you at eighteen to transition from high school girl to college woman. I expect you'll be surprised at what we are about to suggest."

I do enjoy watching the body language between the two ... both my mother and father appear nervous. "Guys, you have me intrigued. I have no idea where you're going with this talk."

"That's probably a good thing," my mom says, glancing at my dad for reassurance, "Don't you think, Geoff?"

"My father nods affirmatively.

"Years ago," begins my dad, "when young women from good families graduated from high school, many parents sent them to Europe to attend what was quaintly referred to as a finishing school. They were very big in Switzerland and France."

My mom takes over, "But finishing schools as we knew them are old fashioned now. The latest higher education facilities in parts of Europe are virtually, for want of a better name, sex schools."

I take a massive gulp of air. Did my mom just say sex schools? My parents must see my shocked look.

Dad hastens to reassure me, "Cassie, we would never consider anything sleazy or tacky. We looked into this extensively ... these establishments are professionally run and attempt to prepare the young women who attend classes there for the many aspects of sexual behaviour that she is likely to encounter in her post-teenage years."

I anxiously ask, "What would I expect to learn there?"

Mom again, "To be good at sex ... more than just competent. I wish I'd had such an opportunity when I was your age. I pretty much winged it. This place will teach you the lot. The many positions, as in the teachings in the Kama Sutra, the use of your different holes..."

"Oh, mom, that's disgusting!"

"What is?"

"Calling them different holes."

"Well, quite bluntly, that's what all we women have, darling. Just entry points ... our vaginas, anus and our mouths. So, there's three and a woman can derive pleasure from having penetration in all of them and you can give pleasure to any man you may choose in the future by allowing him to access them all. That's the kind of things that they will teach over what I imagine will be a very busy week."

"So, you are both convinced that I should go to one of these places. What about my virginity that you insisted I should preserve as long as possible, mom?"

"True, we did tell you not to give it away cheaply but it's only worth preserving until you are around the age you are now. Within months, you'll be heading off to college and that's where sex becomes a smorgasbord. Your virgin state would immediately become a hindrance. The sex school will clear the way by professionally removing it, showing you how to receive and give a man the most incredible experiences in sex."

"Sheesh! You're changing a lot of the things you told me to go by. I don't know what to think now."

Not exactly changing, honey," suggests my father, "upgrading you to better cope with the next stage of your life."

"Do I have to do this?"

"You mean have a week in Europe and be trained in how to get the most out of sex?" asks my mom.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

My father again, "No, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. But we are ready to spend the money to make it happen for you and accompanying that with our very strong recommendation that we believe it would be wise to take advantage of it."

"Can I sleep on it and get back to you tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course you can. The only proviso is that you must not discuss this with your brothers. They are still too young to understand the ramifications of it all, as you would have been if we'd suggested it to you a few years ago. So, if you accept our offer, we'll simply tell your brothers that you are attending a European finishing school and leave it at that."

I go to bed early this night. Mom and dad give me some interesting reading matter ... brochures promoting two of these so-called sex schools.

I am still confused the next night when I am summoned again to the kitchen after dinner for a second discussion with mom and dad. I am still undecided and could go either way until dad comes up with the revelation that immediately tips me into a yes. "I talked to Janey's dad today and they proposed the same thing to her last night."

"My best friend? She might be going too?"

"Yes, more than likely, Cassie."

"Oh! I'm in! I'll do it! When do we go?"

I cannot wait to call Janey the minute I manage to get out of the kitchen. The more we discuss it, the more enthusiastic each of us becomes.

It takes two weeks to organise passports, visas, a reservation for the two of us at the establishment that all four parents consider is the best of these new-style Swiss sex schools. It goes by the disguised name of the Academy of Human and Sexual Development and is based on the shores of Lake Geneva although we would soon discover staffed almost totally by Americans.

Once I agree to sign up for the course, mom sits me down one morning to go over the finer points. She tells me the Academy's number one ethos for having sexual intercourse is to engage in safe sex, but they don't abide in the use of condoms at any time in their lessons because they contend that condoms reduce the sensations that can only be felt condom-free. Mom says she completely agrees with that theory and that's why she chose this particular academy. So, all young women who sign up for the course MUST be on birth control pills and, for them to be effective during the week that I will be there, I need to start a course immediately.

The brochures also include photographs of each of the ten male tutors and students can nominate who they prefer to have as their specialised tutor. However, the only factors I can use to make a choice are a perception of experience based on their bio and how they look. I guess most young women of 18 or 19 would choose a man not too old and who looks good.

Janey and I think most of them look quite handsome. Word-of-mouth would have been helpful, but we don't know anyone who's been there. Mom only gives the photos a cursory glance and suggests that being handsome may be a prerequisite to being a tutor. Mom and dad simply selected the Academy based on the advertising and marketing brochure showing the services offered, ignoring the identities behind it.

The three weeks from the night my parents first suggested I go to sex school until the day that Janey and I board the aircraft to fly to Europe drags by. As each day passes, we become more and more excited at what lays ahead for us. Janey is no longer a virgin; she's six months older than me and had begun a relationship with a young guy about three months ago. She liked him so much and was so eager to become sexually active that she recently gave up her virginity to him.

On the flight to Switzerland, Janey and I are off our heads, buzzing with the sheer anticipation of what this coming week holds for us. We are met at the airport by a minibus and driver. When we board, we meet three other young women, just like us, who had been on the same flight. One of the girls asks the driver if he is one of the tutors but he indicates that he isn't. A shame because he is rather cute.

We get to see some stunning glimpses of Lake Geneva as we approach the Academy. The minibus drives through a security gate, and we pull up outside an impressive looking single storey building. Our driver shows us into a foyer and then disappears quickly as a man and woman, who look to be in their around forty come forward to welcome the five of us.

The man speaks, "I want to welcome you beautiful young women to our unique academy. My wife and I hope that you will derive great benefit from the experiences that you will have here. This week could even be life-changing for you, such is the knowledge you will gain if you allow yourselves to fully indulge in the opportunities we offer. You will leave here with a complete awareness of the wonders of sex despite how complex they may be at times. By the end of this week, your knowledge and sexual competency will equate to that of a fifty-year-old woman who has been sexually active all of her life. Some elements of the course are compulsory for your participation. These include kissing in all its forms, having your nipples suckled non-stop for an hour..."

That is met with an audible gasp from several of we five young women assembled in the foyer.

The man continues, seemingly unmoved by the collective reaction, "...oral sex - both cunnilingus and fellatio. Are you all aware what those fancy words mean? Simply put, you will learn how to blow a man's penis and have him go down on you, licking you to orgasm. And of course, the ultimate ... full sexual intercourse in a multiplicity of positions. While we do offer other components, they are optional, but we strongly recommend you give them a try. These include anal sex, bondage, what is generally called water sports and a final night gang bang. I saw a few curious looks when I mentioned water sports so some may need me to explain that this means peeing on a man and being peed on by him during a sexual encounter..."

Janey looks at me and screws up her face. I guess she won't be going there, and I doubt that I will either, although my mom advised me to keep an open mind about everything, so I do intend to.

"...You will find that virtually nothing is taboo here if you feel the need to indulge in it. Just name your fetish to your personal tutor and if he can't provide it, one of us will be able to. I will issue this warning now that recreational drugs are not tolerated and if you are carrying any on your person or in your luggage, you MUST hand them over now to one of the tutors. You can have them back when you have completed your time here."

Our host continues, "Each of you will be assigned to your own room and each room has a wonderful view of the lake and a small balcony where you are welcome to have your breakfast, providing it's not on a day when you are required to engage in early morning sexual activity. The bed in each room is supremely comfortable, both for sleeping and for having hot sex on. There are lockable cupboards where you can store personal belongings and valuables, however none of the rooms can be locked. Some of the sexual activity in your course may take place in the middle of the night and we need for your tutor to have access to the room so that, if he chooses, he may enter your bed before waking you for some hot sex."

Janey whispers, "Ooh, that sounds exciting, Cassie."

The man talking gives Janey a withering look, silently expressing his annoyance that anyone might talk at all while he is talking, "In your room, you will find a range of sexual toys, which you are welcome to utilise for your personal pleasure. Orgasms are encouraged among the students here. In addition, one of the TV channels offers a selection of porn videos around the clock. Some of you may have been exposed to porn previously and for others, it may be new to you. Watch as few or as many as you wish. The titles you look at are not monitored so no one will know what you have watched unless you choose to tell them. The rooms are sound-proofed when the entry and balcony doors are closed, so if you decide to masturbate using the sex toys and or watching the porn, have no fear that anyone in other rooms or in the hallway can hear you. Each room has an en-suite bathroom with toilet, bidet, shower and bath and we do expect our guests to exercise personal hygiene by regularly washing during your stay, particular your genitals. You never know when your tutor is likely to enter your room - day or night - and go down on you. This could be a part of your course or it could just be that your tutor is horny as hell at that moment."

The man speaking to us smiles at his own comment , leaving us to wonder if that is his idea of a joke or if tutors really can come to our room to get their rocks off.

Again, Janey whispering, "I've never used a bidet, that sounds exciting too."

The welcoming address continues..."On your enrolment form, you were asked to nominate any preferences as to who you may have as your tutor. We have sufficient trainers here that everyone of you young ladies have your own personal tutor for the week, one-on-one. We even have a couple of spare young men on other duties who can be back-ups in case any of you take to this so enthusiastically that you wear one of us out."

That elicits a murmur of giggles from us all.

"What you may not be aware of is that we also run a similar sex training course for young men concurrently with your course. Those students are in another wing of this academy, and you will have very limited interaction with them. In fact, the only time that you will see them is at a couple of dinners when you will be seated opposite them. That is intended primarily as a stir your libido moment and for those two dinners, you will be instructed not to wear any panties under the quite short camisole that we provide to you as standard wear for your whole stay. The guys will wear a very transparent pair of tights that leaves absolutely nothing to your imagination. Usually, the two groups flash each other all through dinner. My wife here is Liz, she's in charge of the men's course, so you won't see much of her from here on in."

He turns to his wife, "Thank you, darling, you can go to take care of your young men now." She smiles sweetly at her husband, gives a little wave to us all and departs. He continues addressing we young women, "Oh, by the way, your tutors will also wear only those same transparent tights for all interactions with you from tomorrow morning until you leave at the end of the week. So, with the state of their cocks and balls on constant display, you can expect to be kept in a heightened state of arousal yourselves for the entire length of your stay here. We have five more girls coming in on a later flight so you will see more than just this five by the time you gather here for breakfast in the morning. Now, my staff will assign you to rooms. As I said, you won't get a key because all rooms remain unlocked. You will find the keys for your valuables in your room. Most of you will have had a long flight so I expect that some may be jetlagged. Therefore, dinner on this first night will be delivered to your room around 6.30 and you can go to sleep as early as you wish. Oh yes, we have a couple of virgins in this group. I won't single anyone out to avoid any embarrassment, but the two virgins will need to be awake early. Your deflowering is scheduled for 6a.m., before breakfast, so that you will have no impediment to indulging in the one-on-one sex lessons which commence from nine."

Oh my god, that's me, I'm one of those. Sounds like I will go to bed a virgin and get up in the morning as a sexually active young woman. Oh boy, it's exciting but I'm nervous too. I hope the tutor I get is good at it and it doesn't hurt too much. Mom told me what to expect but hearing about it won't be quite the same as having my first ever sex.

A staff member quickly moves amongst us, handing out little discs with our room number on it. The girls begin to pick up their luggage and head off toward the rooms as directed. I look around and even Janey has left quickly. The man who was doing all the talking, who I assume is the owner of the academy, approaches me, "Honey, you must be Cassie." I wonder how he knows that. Maybe he was near enough to hear his staff member ask for my name to allocate me to a room. "I am Martin, and I will be your tutor." He extends his hand, and I take it and shake it.