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After the War, most of the American foreign correspondents went home. But I decided to stay in Europe. At first, it was tough. Don't get me wrong, there were lots of things to report on, with the chaos after the War. But newspapers just weren't paying what they used to pay for stories.

After talking with some of my colleagues, I decided to go to Spain. Even though Spain wasn't directly involved in the War, it was a hotbed of political and social unrest, and not many English speaking reporters were covering those events.

When I first arrived in Madrid, I arranged for a meeting with a good friend. His name is Brad. He's a British correspondent. He had been covering developments in Spain for the British press, and was one of the reasons I decided to go there. But Brad was heading home due to family issues, so I caught him just before he was scheduled to ship out. We met at a café on a beautiful Saturday in Spring. Brad shared all of his insights. It was a gold mine.

At the end of our long afternoon in the café, we got up, shook hands, and wished each other well, parting company. But Brad turned back around and called for me.

"There's one more thing I should tell you, John," he said with a sly smile on his face.

I waited patiently.

"If you ever get to Granada, do yourself a big favor and look up Doctor Simone at the Generalife school for girls," he said.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"Trust me," Brad replied. "I can't go into it, but it's the most amazing place. It's not about a story. It's about pleasure. It will cost you a pretty penny, but it's worth every pound. Simone at the Generalife school for girls. I will miss that place."

Brad leaned back down to the table and wrote down her name and address on a slip of paper.

"In fact, write to her John," he said, handing it to me. "Tell her I told you to contact her."

Brad turned around and left the café, leaving me wondering what that was all about. I shrugged it off.

A couple days later, I found the slip of paper in the pocket of my pants. I was just about to toss it in the waste bin, when I decided to write the letter instead. It was a short letter, to Simone at the Generalife school, at the address supplied by Brad. In it, I told Simone that Brad told me to meet with her. I asked her if she wanted a meeting.

I thought nothing more of it until I received a reply a week later. Simone, or should I say Doctor Simone, said she would be willing to meet with me. She gave me a specific time and place on the following Monday, at a café in Granada. She didn't offer any other options. I thought the whole thing was odd, crumpled the letter, and tossed it in the trash. I had important stories to cover in Madrid the next week. I couldn't be going on a fool's errand to Granada to meet with a woman about an issue I knew nothing about, just because a friend said it would be worth my time.

But I couldn't it get out of my mind. On Sunday, I pulled the crumpled letter out of the trash, packed a bag, and took the train to Granada.

At eleven the next morning I went to the café designated by Simone. It was another perfect Spring day in Spain. I sat at a table in the far corner, as she had directed in her letter. It wasn't crowded. I ordered a drink, and waited.

After about ten minutes, I started to grow impatient, feeling like I had just wasted a day of work, plus the cost of a train ticket and hotel room. But just before I was about to get up and leave, a woman entered the café. She was beautiful, with the face of an angel and long light brown hair, wearing a blue pleated dress. She looked to be in her early thirties.

I swallowed hard as she approached my table and smiled.

"John Stevens?" she asked.

I nodded.

She smiled and sat down across from me.

Simone started a conversation in a pleasant way. She spoke fluent English. We talked about the weather, Spanish politics, my correspondence, and a variety of things. The conversation was easy, but never seemed to get around to the point. Simone ordered a drink, and we ate lunch, just like we were old friends. About an hour later, I asked her if she was really a medical doctor. She said she was, but that she currently runs a school for girls orphaned by the War.

There was a pause, as we looked at each other.

"So why did Brad think I should meet with you?" I asked.

"Well, what did he say?" she replied.

"He said something about I wouldn't regret it, and it was about pleasure, not work," I answered.

Simone smiled.

"Well, he was right," she said. "Brad was a great client of our school. I will miss him. If you are his friend, and he sent you to me, I trust his judgment."

"Client of your school?" I asked. "I don't understand."

Simone took a deep breath.

"Well, after the War, there were a lot of orphans and other troubled youth," she said.

I nodded.

"I decided to set up a school for girls," Simone continued. "Here in Granada. Not just an orphanage, but a school where girls could learn. Learn about many things. Many things," Simone emphasized.

"What kind of things?" I asked.

"Well, the basics, as well as how to please the opposite sex," Simone said boldly.

I took a deep breath.

"The school is over by the Alhambra," Simone continued. "Do you know of the Alhambra?"

"Of course," I said. "The old Moorish castle."

"The school is only a couple blocks from the Generalife palace and gardens, and it has a nice garden itself, so I decided to call it the Generalife school for girls. It's kind of an anachronism. A girl's school, garden, and place of pleasure for men. All in one."

I didn't know what to say, but I was intrigued.

"So can you explain more about being a client?" I asked.

"Yes," Simone replied. "Prospective clients of Generalife go through a process to become a member. Once admitted, they stay with us for five nights, and then come back for one or two night stays as they desire and our schedule permits. We are very selective about who can become a member. During a stay, they enjoy excellent accommodations at the school, superb food, and the best sensual services that any man has ever experienced."

"Wow," I said. "Can I ask what kind of sensual services?"

"Mostly of the sexual kind," Simone declared. "Delivered by highly skilled and trained girls who reside at Generalife."

The picture was becoming clear.

"But not just any man can become a member," Simone added. "We have rigorous standards. Plus we have very strict rules. For those that are admitted, and can follow the rules, the rewards are amazing."

I nodded.

"Did Brad also tell you about the cost of membership?" Simone asked.

I shook my head.

"He just said it cost a pretty penny," I said. "But I wouldn't regret it."

"You won't," Simone replied. "If you get in."

Simone told me the exact cost of membership, as well as the cost of each night's stay at Generalife for a client. The prices were indeed heavy.

Simone asked me if I was still interested.

I pondered how much of my wages and savings it would take to become a member and participate in the Generalife. It was a big decision.

"Well, I can see you are struggling," Simone said, getting up to leave. "It's not a problem. I understand it's a big commitment."

I looked up at her. She smiled.

"Send me a letter if you change your mind," she said, turning around and heading toward the door of the café.

"Wait," I called out.

Simone turned around.

"I want to become a member," I said. "Brad wouldn't have mentioned it if it weren't worth it."

Simone smiled. She sat back down and explained in some detail what would be required for me to become a member. It wasn't just the payment. There was an interview, a physical, testing, orientation, and a mandatory five nights and days at the Generalife.

"The interview, physical, and testing are always done on a Sunday afternoon," Simone explained. "So is orientation. It's a process. Do you want to schedule those?"

I nodded.

"I have this Sunday available, if you would like," she said.

I thought about it and couldn't figure how to make that work.

"If I understand, I would need to be at your school from Sunday afternoon through Friday morning," I said. "Is that right?"

Simone shook her head.

"No, the first part is the interview, physical, and testing," Simone explained. "That takes a full Sunday afternoon. If you pass all that, the next step is orientation and the five day stay. That's on a different Sunday through Friday that we schedule at the time of successful completion of the interview, physical, and testing."

"Oh," I said. "Well in that case, I think I can make it this Sunday."

"Excellent," Simone replied. "Do you have a piece of paper?"

I retrieved a piece of lined paper from my bag, and handed it to her, along with a pen. Simone drew a simple map showing the location of the school.

"You need to be there at one o'clock next Sunday," she said, handing me the map.

I nodded.

"I look forward to seeing you then," she said with a smile.

Simone got up. I stood up as well. We shook hands across the table, and she departed.

I returned to Madrid and went about my business.

The following Sunday I took the early train to Granada. I walked to the school, but arrived too early, so I walked around the Alhambra and the Generalife gardens. I enjoyed it very much, and lost track of time. At ten minutes before one, I realized what time it was, and scrambled to get over to the school.

The school sits on a hilly incline. It's a large one story building, with two wings. The center has a larger section with a covered front area, and double doors in the middle. At the end of each long wing, there is another larger section.

I walked up the center pathway, through the gardens. I arrived at the front doors right on time. There was a sign on the door that said 'Welcome to Generalife school for girls.' I walked up the few steps and knocked on the large doors. There was no response. I knocked again. Nothing. I didn't even hear the sound of anyone inside. It seemed odd.

I waited a few minutes, then wondered if I had gone to the wrong part of the building. I decided to walk around the wings. Just as I cleared the steps a woman appeared on the path heading toward the school. It was Simone. She smiled as she approached, wearing a pleated dress just like she had the other day in the café, only this time it was a red dress instead of blue (Simone, red dress, png, 287k).

"Hello Mister Stevens, I'm glad you made it," she said. "Come this way."

She turned to her left, down a path that headed along one wing of the building. I followed her.

I looked into the building windows as we walked along the path. I could see what appeared to be bunk beds. At the end of the wing, she went down another short path that led to a door. I followed. Simone unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, and she followed.

I had entered what was clearly an office, with a desk, chairs, file cabinets, and various items posted on the walls. The desk and chairs were off to the right side of the room, near a hallway which led deeper into the wing of the building. Off to the left was a sitting area comprised of a couch and easy chairs around a center table. The back wall by the sitting area had a door. All of the other walls had windows. The view was excellent. Since the building sits on a slight incline, the view of the city outskirts is panoramic through gaps in the trees and bushes in the front garden.

"Have a seat Mister Stevens," Simone said, pointing to one of the padded chairs in front of the large oak desk.

"Please, call me John," I said, having a seat.

"Okay, John," Simone said with a smile, heading over to one of the cabinets and pulling out a drawer.

"It'll just take me a moment to gather the things I need," she said.

I looked around the room. The first thing that caught my eye was a large portrait hanging on the wall behind the desk. It featured a beautiful girl, standing next to a tall table upon which sat a potted plant with pink flowers. The girl had long, full, and slightly wavy brown hair that reached down to her buttocks. She had a smile on her face, and her blue eyes glimmered. The girl was wearing what appeared to be a form-fitting athletic leotard, like some gymnasts wear. But this leotard was cut in a way that was very revealing, and very sheer. The cut on the sides went above her hip bones. The material of was so sheer that you could make out certain features underneath, including her small pink nipples and the crack between her labia. On the left side of the leotard, just above the hip, was the number 17, and just under that, in small script, the word 'Aurore.' I couldn't help but stare at the portrait and admire her beauty, whoever she was (Aurore, portrait, png, 375k).

"You like the portrait?' Simone asked, startling me out of my gaze.

I turned to look at Simone, who was going around the desk with a manila envelope full of papers. She sat down at the desk across from me, directly under the portrait. I looked at Simone, and then back up at the portrait.

"That's Aurore," Simone said. "She's beautiful isn't she?"

"Yes," I admitted, looking back down at Simone.

"She's one of our students," Simone said. "I had that painting commissioned just a month ago. I'm quite pleased."

"How many students attend this school?" I asked.

"Eighteen," Simone answered.

"Do they live here?" I asked.

"They do, but we'll get to that later," she explained, diverting her attention to the manila folder.

She opened it, exposing the stack of papers, then retrieved a pencil from the top drawer of her desk.

"I didn't hear anyone when I knocked on the door," I noted, confused as to why I still wasn't hearing the sound of any person in the building other than Simone and I.

"Sunday is field day," Simone said. "The girls are all out with staff. They won't be back until later this afternoon. That's why I schedule all prospective client interviews on Sunday afternoons."

I nodded.

"So let's get started," she said.

"Okay," I replied.

Simone started with finances. She asked if I was prepared to pay the membership fee. I said I was and handed her an envelope with full payment. She placed it on the open empty side of the manila folder, explaining it would be accepted only if I was admitted as a member.

Simone proceeded to ask a lengthy series of questions from a thick stapled packet of papers. The questions touched on everything imaginable, such as education, work history, friends, family, and especially health. The questions went on for quite some time, and she checked boxes and made notes. But Simone had a way of making the conversation flow, so it wasn't strained. An hour or so later it appeared she was finally done with the extensive questionnaire. It must have been at least twenty pages long.

She put the completed questionnaire upside down on top of the envelope with my payment. But there were more items in her stack of papers. Next was another stapled packet, which she handed to me, along with a pencil. The packet was entitled 'Sensual and Sexual Preferences.'

Simone asked me to fill it out while she prepared the examination room. She got up from her chair and took with her a sheet of paper with various lines and boxes. She walked over by the sitting area and opened the door against the wall, going into the next room.

I turned and concentrated on the form before me. The instructions called for me to rank each listed sensual or sexual activity on a scale of 1 to 5, based on like or dislike, 5 being like and 1 being dislike. The instructions said anything I had never tried should be ranked as well, based on my desire to try that activity. If I had no interest in the activity at all, I was to write in a zero. I flipped through the pages. It was three pages long, and the list was extensive. Each entry started with a blank line, followed by the named activity, followed by a brief description in parenthesis. I worked down the list. Many of the activities I had never tried. Some I had never even heard of.

About half way through the second page, Simone returned and sat back down at her desk while I finished.

"No rush," she said. "It's important you take your time and be very accurate."

I completed the form as she went back through the long interview questionnaire we had just completed.

When I was done, I handed her the form. She went through it carefully as I watched. She gave an occasional smile.

"So are you ready for the final part of this interview?" she asked. "It's the physical exam."

I nodded.

"One last question before we go to the exam room," Simone said, handing me the sexual preference form I had just filled out. "If you had to pick only one activity, which is your absolute favorite? Be honest. Completely honest."

I took the form and looked over the three pages. But I already knew the answer.

I didn't really want to say it, so I flipped over to page two, set the form down facing Simone, and pointed to the line item which said 'cunnilingus,' next to which I had written a 5.

Simone laughed.

"I'm serious," she said. "I need to know the one thing that is your absolute favorite."

She looked up at me and could tell I was serious.

"That's my favorite," I said. "I really like doing that."

"Well, that's the first time I've ever had that answer," Simone said. "Interesting. Almost every man indicates some form of intercourse, or fellatio."

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't pick that item for effect. It was the honest truth. Simone could tell.

"Okay, well follow me," she said.

I followed Simone over to the door by the sitting area. She opened it and we went into the room. She closed the door.

It was a medical examination room. There was an exam table, stool, a couple chairs, cabinets, sink and counter, and scales.

"I'm going to need you to disrobe, keeping on only your underwear," Simone instructed. "You can stack your clothes on the chair," she added, pointing to a wooden arm chair in the corner of the room.

I proceeded to take my clothes off, as Simone went over to the counter area and fixed the sheet of paper she was holding to a clip board.

Simone took my weight and height on the scales, my temperature, then examined my body, making notes the whole time. She had me sit on the edge of the exam table, then lay back, gently poking and prodding. It was a full physical.

"I need you to get up and take off your underwear," she instructed.

I knew this was coming, and took a deep breath. I put my underwear on the top of the pile of clothes on the chair.

Simone had me stand, as she put the stool next to me and sat down, placing the clip board on the exam table. She carefully inspected my flaccid penis and scrotum, lifting it, and gently squeezing. She periodically made notes on her chart.

Simone directed me back to the exam table, and had me lay down again. But this time she had me place my feet in the small metal stirrups on the sides of the end of the table, and scoot my bottom to the edge, fully exposing my genitals and anus.

Simone moved the stool to the base of the table, sat down, and examined me some more. Then she stood up, moved the stool away, and went over to the counter area and retrieved a small glass bottle with a wide flat base and a pour spout at the top. It contained some sort of thick fluid.

"I need to examine your prostate John," she announced. "Which means I need to put a finger into your rectum."

I gasped, but in a way I hoped she did not detect.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt," she said. "I will be gentle. I use a very special form of grape seed oil extract as lubricant."

I watched as she poured some of the fluid from the glass bottle into the palm of her left hand. Then she returned the bottle to the counter. Simone saturated her right index finger with the lubricant, and touched my anus. It caused me to twitch. Simone rubbed her finger around, and then got more lube from her palm. Satisfied that I was ready, she told me to relax. Simone penetrated my sphincter with her finger, slowly pushing it all the way in. I felt her feel round on the upper inside toward my cock and balls. She hit a sensitive spot. It sent shivers up my spine. To my dismay, I felt a surge of blood pulse into my cock and watched it fluff. I felt both apprehension and pleasure at the same time. Then, thankfully, it was over. Simone pulled her finger out. She turned around and washed her hands.

"Okay, you can get up," she said, retrieving some items from a drawer in the cabinet under the counter. "There's only a couple more things and we're done."

I got up from the exam table. Simone had me stand in the middle of the floor again. On the exam table she placed the clipboard, a metal ruler, and a metal caliper.

"I need you to get a full erection," Simone said. "It needs to be full."

I didn't know what to say.

"I can help with that," she added.

I watched as Simone reached down and pulled her dress up and off her body. She set it on top of my clothes on the chair.

My jaw dropped at the sight. Simone was wearing some sort of black leather bodice on her upper body. The top of the bodice cupped the bottom of her ample breasts, but left nearly all of her nipples exposed. Her nipples were the largest I had ever seen, maybe three inches in diameter.

She was also wearing high-cut silk black panties, but not like any panties I had ever seen. The crotch was exposed, showing a small patch of light brown pubic hair, as well as her prominent pink inner labia and very pronounced clitoris. I had never seen a visible clitoris.

The only other items of clothing on Simone's body were long sheer black silk stockings, and high heeled black shoes. She looked stunning (Simone, lingerie, png, 256k).

"This is to help you get a full erection," she explained with a smile. "You can touch, but nothing ever goes in me other than George's penis. George is my assistant and lover."

I was excited and nervous at the same time.

I swallowed hard. Simone approached me, stood at my side, and started to gently rub my flaccid penis.

I looked over at her. She smiled, and her eyes glowed.

"You can touch me," she said.

Nervously, I ran my right hand over Simone's rear, feeling the soft shapely flesh, and the silk of her panties.

I looked at her breasts again, admiring the nipples.

"You can touch those too," she said.

I moved my left hand to her right breast, squeezing gently. I felt the leather and very soft skin of the nipple in the palm of my hand, as my cock started to get hard.

"That's good," she said. "I can feel things happening."

"Anything else I can do that might help?" she offered.

I thought for a moment.

"Could I suck on your nipples?" I asked boldly.

"Of course," she said. "Would you like me to take the bodice off?"

I nodded. Simone let go of my cock and stepped back, breaking my contact with her butt and breast. She unfastened the front of the black leather bodice and removed it, exposing the full glory of her breasts and nipples. After placing the bodice on the chair, she walked over and stood in front of me. I leaned down, opened my mouth as wide as it would go, and wrapped my lips around her left nipple. I licked and sucked gently for a few moments.

"Mmm, that's nice," Simone said quietly.

I switched to the other nipple. I felt Simone's hands gently cradle my head, and felt her take a deep breath.

As I continued to suck, I thought about what to do next. Then it came to me. She would probably reject the suggestion, but I said it anyway.

"Would you let me do that favorite thing I like?" I asked, pulling away from her nipple for a moment.

She didn't respond. I leaned back up. She let go of my head.

"You said nothing goes in you but your lover," I explained. "But what about that?"

"You are an odd one Mister Stevens," Simone said. "I've never had that question before. Would that make you hard?"

I nodded. The truth was that I was already fully hard, and didn't need to do that. I just wanted to.

"What do you propose?" she asked.

"Maybe you could get on the exam table," I suggested.

"Hmm," she said, looking at me eye-to-eye.

"Okay, let's give that a try," she said.

Simone stood back again, then noticed my hard cock pointing straight up to the ceiling.

"Looks like you're already hard," she said.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, let's try this anyway to make sure it's fully erect," she added.

Simone turned around, picked up the items on the exam table, and moved them to the counter. I admired her gorgeous butt.

She peeled off her panties and placed those on the counter as well, leaving her completely naked other than her sheer black silk stockings and shoes. A stunning sight (Simone, nude, png, 248k).

Simone kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the exam table. She laid back, and put her feet into the stirrups, scooting her butt to the edge, like I had done a few minutes before.

"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked.

I nodded and picked up the wooden stool. I placed it at the base of the exam table and sat down. There was a beautiful view before me.

A very small tuft of light brown hair adorned her pussy mound. Below that, her outer labia was slightly puffy, and her inner labia a darker tone than the surrounding skin. Her puckered asshole was also a slightly darker tone. At the peak of her inner labia was her large exposed pink clitoris. I could see glimmers of moisture.

I didn't hesitate. I placed my hands on the underside of her hips and leaned in.

Simone's pussy had a stronger smell and taste than I had experienced before. But I had only been with two women, being only twenty-two at the time. I let my mouth and tongue concentrate on the lower part of Simone's pussy, savoring the flavor and texture of her soft flesh. I worked my tongue gently into the slot between the inner lips, and found the entrance to her vagina. I slowly pushed my tongue into Simone, forgetting for a moment her warning that nothing goes in her other than her lover's penis. But, instead of complaining, Simone gave a quiet moan of pleasure.

I continued to pleasure Simone, as I moved my hands from the bottom side of her legs, and wrapped them around the top of her thighs, locking my mouth into place against her crotch.

I moved my mouth down to her vagina again, and spent a few moments penetrating Simone with the length of my tongue. Her wetness was ample.

I glided down even further, over her taint, and circled lightly around her puckered hole with the tip of my tongue. This caused Simone to gasp. I felt her ass muscles contract. I continued the circles, and then shifted to lapping at her tight hole. Simone moaned quietly.

"Oh, that feels good," she hissed.

I stayed in her nether region for another minute or so, then licked back up her taint and the entire length of her pussy slot, reaching her clitoris with my tongue for the first time. Simone's lower body twitched. I wrapped my lips in a circle around her overly large and sensitive button. With light circles, and little flicks, I stimulated Simone's clit with my tongue. Simone started to slightly gyrate her hips in time with the stimulation. Then I felt her hands on the back of my head again.

Simone was breathing hard. I sped up the force and speed of my tongue lapping at her clit.

"Uh," Simone moaned. "Uhh."

Then I felt her body twitch and contract in a series of spasms. I recognized it as orgasm. Simone was silent as I kept up the stimulation. I slowed down as she started to jerk her crotch away from my face. I moved down her pussy slot and gently probed her vagina again, leaving her clit alone as I felt the last of her orgasmic spasms.

Simone let go of my head. She was breathing heavy.

I let go of her body, and backed away. Simone lifted her head, and looked down her body at me.

She let out another deep breath and smiled. I smiled back. She laid her head back down on the table and put her right hand on her forehead. I looked back at her beautiful pussy, pink and wet. Her clitoris had finally gone into hiding underneath its sheath, although the tip was still exposed.

"That was good, but we need to finish the exam," Simone finally said.

She swung her legs off to the side and hopped off the exam table. I stood up, still with a raging erection pointing straight up.

Simone walked over to the counter and returned the items to the exam table that she had moved earlier.

Then she moved the stool near the side of the exam table. Simone instructed me to stand next to her as she sat on the stool. After I confirmed that my penis was fully erect, she used the metal ruler to measure it's length from the top. She wrote down the results on her clip board. With the metal calipers, she measured the width of my cock, as well as the swollen purple head, at various points.

Simone stood up and returned the ruler and calipers to the top drawer of the counter, and returned with the bottle of lubricant and a small glass beaker she retrieved from the cupboard above the sink.

"There's only one thing more," she said, still naked. "I need a full load of your semen," holding up the beaker.

Simone sat the beaker on the exam table in front of me, then poured some of the thick grape seed oil lubricant on the palm of her right hand. She wrapped her left hand around the base of the shaft of my cock, bent it down slightly, and wrapped her well lubed right hand around the shaft just below the head. Simone knew what she was doing.

She looked up at me as she slowly stroked my hard penis with her right hand.

I immediately felt surges of pleasure, and opened my mouth.

"This is very important," she said to me. "You need to make sure your entire semen load goes into the beaker. Can you do that?"

I nodded and picked up the beaker, holding it in my right hand.

"Tell me when you are about to orgasm," Simone instructed. "And make sure it all goes into the beaker."

I nodded again, starting to get lost in the pleasure that was overtaking my body.

I didn't last long.

"I'm gonna cum," I said, as I moved the beaker to the tip of my cock, tilting it slightly to capture all of the cum I knew would be shooting out any second.

Simone continued the stroking. I was overcome. It took all of my remaining focus to make sure the beaker was held in place.

A strong blast of semen shot into the beaker, followed by two more. I moaned as Simone slowed the pace and milked out every drop into the glass beaker. I could see the accumulated thick white goo at the bottom.

Simone squeezed out the last glob, and I scooped it up from the tip of my cock. It slid down into the beaker.

Simone let go of my cock, went over to the sink, and washed her hands. She returned and took the beaker from my hand, setting it down on the exam table.

"You can get dressed now," she said with a smile.

As I got dressed, I watched Simone carefully pour my cum load from the beaker into a narrow test tube with markings on the side. I admired her bare bottom as she worked above the sink. Simone poured the semen out of the test tube and down the drain, then washed the beaker and test tube with soap and water.

She turned around as I completed getting dressed. I couldn't help but look at her gorgeous body again. She told me to return to her desk while she got dressed. I followed her instructions.

Simone returned to her desk a few minutes later, fully dressed, carrying only the sheet of paper upon which she had written notes during my physical exam.

I watched as she carefully wrote in a few numbers and letters in boxes on an index card. She wrote my initials in large block letters at the top of the card. Then she put the sheet of paper in a stack with other papers in the manila envelope, and wrote my full name on the tab. She got up from her desk and put the manila envelope, and the envelope with my membership payment, in the top drawer of a locking cabinet. All that was left on her desk was the index card, a small pamphlet, and a half sheet of paper with boxes and written lines.

"Well, you are accepted," she said, sitting back down.

I smiled.

"You're also quite good at your favorite activity," she said with a wry smile.

I smiled back.

"We only have a few more details, and then you can be on your way," she said.

I nodded.

Simone opened a drawer on the right side of her desk and pulled out a small wooden box. She flipped the lid. I could see it held index cards, in some sort of order with tabs. She picked up my index cards, and studied the numbers and letters she had just written in the boxes.

Curiosity got the best of me.

"What is all that?" I asked.

"What's all what?" she replied, looking up at me.

"On the index card," I said.

"Oh, that's your key measurements," she answered. "They help me plan activities."

"Oh," I said, still not quite understanding. "Like weight and height?"

"No," she replied. "More to do with your penis."

I must have looked surprised.

"At Generalife, it is vital that we doing things carefully, to ensure pleasure and not pain," she said. "Your penile measurements are part of that calculation."

"Can you tell me what's on the card?" I asked. "The numbers and letters didn't make much sense."

The reporter in me was coming out. Always curious. Always asking questions.

"Okay," she said, laying the card in front of me.

"This is the key measurement," she said, pointing to a large box with '5H' written in. "That is the size and hardness of your erect penis."

"What does it stand for?" I asked.

Simone took a deep breath.

"I can tell you are going to want to know what all of this means," she said. "Just like your friend Brad, so let me just start here."

She was right. I wanted to know the details. Simone also had to convert all of the metric numbers into standard numbers for me to understand. She was patient. She explained that the average erect male penis is about six inches long, and five inches in circumference. Circumference is very important for her planning, and five inches is about one and a half inches in diameter. It turns out that I have a slightly longer than average penis, but much thicker than normal, at six inches in circumference, or about two inches in diameter. This translates to a Gauge 5 on the scale that Doctor Simone uses at Generalife. In terms of hardness, my cock gets very rigid, which is coded 'H' for hard. So my penis code is '5H.' I felt good about that, until Simone explained that having a larger penis is not a good thing at Generalife. It means there are less options for that member. The preferred gauge is a 3, meaning a smaller than average girth. Generalife accepts men with gauges 3, 4, or 5. Simone said they accepted one with a gauge 6, but only because his erect penis is not as rigid. Other codes on the card indicated that I was circumcised, the volume my semen, and the force of my ejaculation. It turned out that my volume was on the high side, at 5 milliliter, and the force of my ejaculation was strong. Much to my disappointment, those were also not preferred, but acceptable.

Simone placed my card in her card box behind some tab I couldn't read, then replaced the small wooden box in her desk drawer.

"So now we need to schedule your orientation and initial stay at Generalife," she said. "You need to start on a Sunday afternoon and stay with us until the following Friday morning. At this point, all Sundays are available except the one after this next Sunday."

I had thought about this ahead of time, and figured that I could pull it off the following week, so I accepted the next Sunday.

Simone seemed pleased. She explained the small pamphlet, which she handed to me. It was entitled 'Generalife Manual for Members.' Simone said it was my copy, and that I should read it carefully, at least three times before next Sunday. The Manual not only describes the program, but lays out all the rules, which are strictly enforced. Simone emphasized that breaking a rule usually means immediate termination of membership, without refund. She said that, after I read the Manual, if I wanted to withdraw from membership, I could do so without penalty. She would hold my payment until next Sunday.

I told her I understood.

Simone folded the remaining half-slip of paper into thirds and told me to put it in my copy of the Manual. She said it was a sample services menu, and that I would understand once I read the Manual.

Simone got up and said she looked forward to seeing me the following Sunday at one o'clock. I got up, smiled, and thanked her. I put the manual in my bag and headed for the door. Before I left I turned to ask her what I should bring.

"Nothing," she said.

"Nothing?" I replied. "But what about clothes? I'll be here for five days."

"You won't need them," Simone said. "You'll be wearing an embroidered Generalife robe. You are welcome to bring reading material to pass the time from breakfast to the afternoon each day, but we have an extensive library, so you really don't even need to do that."

I nodded, smiled, and left Simone's office.

As I walked down the path away from the Generalife school I heard, and then saw, a large group of girls heading my way. They were talking and giggling, and all wore the same school uniform, consisting of a super short black dress with a very high hemline ending at the middle of the crotch in the front, and the middle of the butt in the rear. The top of the dress featured white long sleeves, and an elaborate and fancy large white collar. The outfit was finished with sheer black silk leggings that appeared to go up well above the dress hemline, probably to the waist. I could see the outline of panties under the sheer black silk. The crotch also had a darker seam in the center that accentuated the line between the labia. They all wore the same style black polished shoes. They looked cute (Aurore, Patricia, Michelle, Inge, uniforms, jpg, 250k).

Many of the girls were very attractive, and I particularly noticed one I had seen in the portrait in Simone's office (Aurore, uniform, jpg, 216k). In the midst of the girls was a large man with dark hair, appearing to be in his late 30's, and a cute woman in her early 20's with medium length blonde hair. It was clear to me that these were the girls of Generalife, returning from their field trip.

As we approached and passed each other, the girls noticed me. I said hello, and they said hello in return. The man took little notice of me, but the young woman gave me a big smile. I smiled back. After they had passed, I paused and turned to look. They were all walking up the path. I couldn't help but notice their bottoms. There were no visible panty lines under the sheer black silk, so the panties were obviously of the g-string variety. There was also no black seam in the middle. The center of the sheer black leggings was embedded deep into the crack between the butt cheeks. The effect was to accentuate each butt cheek and give the rear a nude appearance.

One girl at the back of the pack quickly turned around and smiled at me. I smiled back. She was very attractive, with medium length blonde hair capped with a black bow (Luna, uniform, jpg, 151k). I noticed something unusual. Her stride was a bit staggered, and there were circular ridges under her leggings around each of her legs just below her crotch, and again just above her knees. I suddenly realized that she had prosthetic legs. I was amazed at how well she was walking like the other girls. I watched them walk up the path until they disappeared from view.

I hurried to catch the late train to Madrid. On the way home I read the Manual. I first looked at the half sheet of paper. I unfolded it. The top said 'Evening Service Menu.' The menu contained a list of sensual and sexual activities with an empty box to left of each line. I folded it back up and started in on the Manual.

I read the entire manual on that train ride, and read it a few more times later that week. Here is what it said:

1. Reservations, Check-In, And Check-Out

A. All reservations are made in advance, and only through written correspondence with the Headmistress. When requesting a reservation, Members are strongly encouraged to propose a number of possible dates from which the Headmistress may select. Confirmation of a reservation is only through written correspondence from the Headmistress.

B. Except for Orientation, a reservation is for a one or two night stay. The Headmistress reserves the exclusive right to control all scheduling of reservations. No guarantee of any reservation, or any amount of reservations, occurs simply because of Membership.

C. There are only four Member Suites at Generalife. Friday and Saturday are the most desired, and often have no vacancy. Members are encouraged to request dates that fall on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. Those days are often available. With the exception of Orientation, no reservations are made for any Sunday.

D. Check-in is between 12:30 and 1:00 on the reservation date. Members must check in within that time period in the Office of the Headmistress, and tender full payment for that stay. Check-out is in the morning any time before 10:00. No formal process is required for check-out, and the Member may retrieve his own clothes. Exit is through the Office of the Headmistress.

E. For Orientation, check-in is at 1:00 on the assigned Sunday, and check-out is in the morning of the following Friday.

2. General Rules

A. Members are not allowed to come and go from Generalife, other than at designated check-in and check-out dates and times.

B. Other than in the Office of the Headmistress during check-in and check-out, a Member shall not wear any clothing other than the Member's embroidered robe while at Generalife.

C. Members are only allowed in the following designated areas of Generalife: Their own assigned Suite, the Library, the main Hallway, the Shower Room, the Atrium, and the Office of the Headmistress.

D. Students must speak to, and refer to, a Member by the Member's last name, which is embroidered on the Member's robe.

E. Members must speak to, and refer to, a Student by the Student's first name, which is embroidered on most clothing worn by each Student.

F. Sensual and sexual activities involving a Member may occur only in the Member's own assigned Suite as part of Evening Activities, in the Library or Atrium from 3:00 to 5:00 on weekdays, and in the Library or Atrium from 1:00 to 5:00 on Saturdays.

G. Members are encouraged to announce an approaching orgasm, so the participating student can prepare accordingly.

H. Small glass bottles containing a special formulation of grape seed oil extract are located throughout the Library, and throughout all Member Suites. This special formula is designed to aid as a lubricant during intercourse. In nearly all situations involving intercourse with a Student, the use of this special lubricant is appropriate and necessary. It is the responsibility of a Member to ensure that a Student is not injured or harmed during intercourse.

I. Rough sexual activity, or rough treatment of any Student, is strictly forbidden. Members shall always behave in a polite manner toward all Students.

J. Students are aware of the penis code for each Member who is a current guest. Each student also knows their own authorization limits. No member shall attempt to push those limits beyond what the Headmistress has authorized for that Student.

K. A Member may make a special request to the Headmistress that specific sensual or sexual activity be offered during Evening Activities, or that a specific Student or Students be assigned to provide Evening Activities. Most special requests are denied. However, the Headmistress has granted such a request on occasion.

L. At Generalife, English is the spoken language, and all Students are fluent in English as a first or second language. Students are trained to use proper names for sensual and sexual activities, as well as intimate parts of the body. Students never use slang words for those activities or body parts. Members are free to slang words, as they see fit. The Students have received extensive training regarding common slang terms for sensual and sexual activities and intimate parts of the body.

3. Rules For Activities

Here are the rules for the following listed activities, in the order of occurrence during a day:

A. Morning Shower

The boiler is turned on every morning at 6:30. Showers begin promptly at 7:20. All Members, Staff, and Students who wish to take a shower that day must report to the Shower Room by 7:20. Members, Staff, and Students must arrive nude. Students shower only in the Student Area of the Shower Room. Members and Staff shower in the Member and Staff Area. Towels for drying off are located in the Shower Room, and must remain in the Shower Room. The showers are turned off promptly at 7:40.

B. Breakfast

After showering, Students return to their Student Rooms, get dressed in uniforms, and are served breakfast in the Cafeteria at 8:00. Members are served breakfast by Staff in their own assigned Suite at 8:30. Unless staying for a second night, or during Orientation, Members must check-out prior to 10:00. During the extended stay for Orientation, of if a Member is staying a second night, the Member may remain in their assigned Suite, may visit the Atrium, or may visit the Library, until 5:00.

C. School

Students attend school from 8:30 to 3:00. School activities are held in the Classroom, the Gym, the Playground, and in the Cafeteria during lunch. Members are not allowed in any of those areas of Generalife at any time.

D. Library and Atrium Activities

(from 3:00 to 5:00 on weekdays, and 1:00 to 5:00 on Saturdays)

a. On Saturdays, and after school, Students dress in leotards. In addition to their own Student Rooms, they may visit the Gym, Playground, Library, or Atrium. Members may also be in the Library or Atrium during those times. However, in the LIbrary, Members may only be in the sitting area, and may not be in the game or ballet areas.

b. A Student who wishes to engage in sensual or sexual activity with a Member may go to the sitting area of the Library, or to the Atrium. Only then may a Member ask a Student to engage in such activity.

c. A Student must never ask a Member to engage in sensual or sexual activity, and must wait for the Member to request such activity. A Student may accept or decline a request by a Member.

d. A Member should state a request in polite terms, such as "may I ...?" or "will you ...?"

e. If a Student declines a Member's request, the Member must accept the Student's answer without repetition or argument.

f. A Member may engage in sensual or sexual activity in the Library with only one Student per day. The only exception is for the sharing of a Member's semen with a second Student, at the request of the first Student.

g. A Member must never ejaculate semen into the vagina of a Student while in the Library or Atrium.

E. Evening Activities

a. At 5:00 each evening, all Members must return to their assigned Suites. All Students must go to the Library for assignment of Evening Activities by the Headmistress.

b. The boiler is started at 5:00, and remains in operation until 7:00, for purposes of cooking, cleaning, and the running of bath water in Member Suites.

c. At 5:30, each Member will be visited in their Suite by the Student(s) assigned Evening Activities with that Member. The Student(s) will provide the Member with a Supper Menu and an Evening Service Menu. Any box checked on either of the menus indicates that particular food or service option is available for selection by the Member. The Member may circle the checked box of any desired food or service option that is available, and return the menus to the Student(s), who will leave the Suite and make arrangements for the evening in accordance with the Member selections.

d. A Member may ask the assigned Student(s) to engage in any sensual or sexual activity selected on the menu, but shall not ask the assigned Student to engage in any activity not checked and selected on the menu.

e. A Member should state a request in polite terms, such as "may I ..." or "will you ..."

f. Even though checked and selected, a Student may never-the-less decline a request by a Member.

g. If a Student declines a Member's request, the Member must accept the Student's answer without repetition or argument.

h. All assigned Students must leave Member Suites no later than 8:30, and go to the Office of the Headmistress to report on the Evening Activities.

F. Facilities Map

            Sports Area                   Playground
 ______                       Atrium                  ______
|      |________________________  ___________________|      |
|      |   |   |   |           |  |     |   |  |     |      |
|   6    7 | 8 | 9 |    10     |  |  11 | 12|13| 14  |  15  |
|____  |_ _|_ _|_ _|____ ______|  |_____|_ _|__| ____|      |
|    | |                                              ______|
|  5 |  _ _ __ __ __ __ __ __ _    _ __ ___ ___ ___ _       |
|_ __| |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |   |   |   |   |      |
|      | 2| 2| 2| 2| 2| 2| 2| 2|  | 2| 3 | 3 | 3 | 3 |  4   | 
|   1  |__|__|__|__|__|__|__|__|  |__|___|___|___|___|      |
|__ ___|                     |__  __|                |______|
                              Front
              Gardens                           Gardens

1 = Office of the Headmistress
2 = Student Rooms (2 Students per Room) (9 Rooms)
3 = Member Suites (4 Suites)
4 = Library
5 = Examination Room
6 = Residence of the Headmistress
7 = Residence of the Assistant
8 = Residence of the Esthetician
9 = Student Restroom
10 = Classroom
11 = Cafeteria
12 = Kitchen
13 = Boiler and Laundry Room
14 = Shower Room
15 = Gymnasium