I'm a writer. So was my great-grandfather. I write novels. He was a foreign correspondent during the First World War, the interwar period, and the Second World War. Years ago, I acquired his cedar chest. It's packed full of his letters, articles, and other writings. My family figured that, since I'm a writer, it should go to me. So I have it. I put it on a shelf in my garage, where it sat for a number of years. A few months ago I decided to go through the contents of the chest. What I found near the bottom, in a thick sealed manila envelope, was stunning. It was a set of six journal entries by my great-grandfather, detailing his experiences at a school, which also served as a special club, in the South of Spain just after the First World War. Here is the second part:

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I returned to Generalife the following Sunday at one o'clock in the afternoon. I arrived a few minutes early and knocked on the office door.

Simone answered, smiled, and invited me in.

She asked me to sit on the sofa in the sitting area of her office. Simone sat in an easy chair opposite the couch.

"I'm glad you came, John," she said. "Have you decided to become a member?"

I nodded. Simone smiled.

"Have you read the manual?" she asked.

"I have," I answered. "Four times."

"Good," she said. "I see you've brought a bag."

I brought my leather handbag, in which I keep my notes and work. I carry it with me all the time, and figured I might be able to do some work during quiet time at Generalife.

"Yes," I said. "It's got some work, in case I have some free time this week. But I didn't bring any clothes, like you said."

"Excellent," she said. "Are you ready for orientation?"

I nodded, not knowing exactly what that entailed, but willing to find out.

Simone got up.

"Okay, so let's get you changed," she said. "Then I'll give you a tour of our facility, and get you settled into your suite."

I got up and watched Simone walk over to a coat rack by her desk. She retrieved a white robe from a hanger.

"You'll need to strip down, and put on this robe," she instructed, handing it to me.

It felt soft.

"Here, I'll take that and lock it away for now," she said, reaching for my handbag.

I gave it to her.

"You may use my exam room to change, if you like," she said.

I nodded, and watched her head over to a locking cabinet.

I went into Simone's exam room and set the robe on the table. I stripped down naked, picked up the robe, and put it on. It felt very soft and light, but it was too small. The robe went down to my hips, but didn't wrap all the way around in the front. Further, it didn't have any belt or sash. I planned to tell Simone, but then noticed what was embroidered on the left breast: 'Mr. Stevens.'

I swallowed hard. The robe was obviously intended for me, yet Simone knew my exact measurements, having taken them a week earlier. My genitals were just hanging out in plain sight between the two sides of the robe.

I gathered all of my clothes, and my shoes, into a bundle in my hands, and used them to cover my crotch.

I opened the door to the exam room and went back into the office.

Simone was sitting at her desk, going through some papers. She looked up at me.

"I don't think the robe is right," I said to her. "It's way too small. It doesn't wrap around in the front, and there's no sash."

Simone smiled.

"That's how they're designed," she explained. "All Members wear a similar robe while at Generalife. Your suite is stocked with a few different varieties. Some are cotton. Some are silk. Some are a blend. Some are heavy and warm. Others are light, like the one you are wearing. But all of them have the same design."

"I don't understand," I protested. "I'm all exposed when I wear it."

"Yes," Simone said. "That's by design. You'll understand later, and you'll get used to it."

I took a deep breath, as Simone got up from her chair and asked me to come over to a four drawer wooden file cabinet.

"These are for member clothes storage," she explained. "As you can see, they are numbered one through four. We have four member suites, and you are staying in suite three, so we'll store your clothes in the third drawer."

She slid open that drawer.

"Go ahead and put your clothes in here," Simone directed. "When you check out on Friday morning, you can retrieve them."

I hesitated, but then stacked my clothes and shoes in the drawer. My genitals were openly exposed, and I apparently would remain that way until Friday morning.

I took another deep breath as Simone closed the drawer.

To her credit, Simone didn't look at my crotch. She maintained eye contact when speaking with me. This made me feel a little more at ease.

"Okay, so you know about the office and exam room," she said. "Let's do a tour of the rest of the facility. You said you read the Manual four times. Are you sure you understand all the rules? I can go through them as we tour Generalife. But I won't bother if you understand them all."

I told her I felt confident I knew the rules.

I followed Simone as she gave me a narrated tour of the entire Generalife facility.

We walked down a short hallway until we arrived at a doorway on the right, which led to a much larger hallway that went down the entire length of the building. Simone told me that if we continued down the short hall, it would lead to her private residence.

We walked down the beginning of the large hallway. Simone paused and pointed to the first door on the left.

"That is the residence of my assistant," she explained. "His name is George. You will meet him soon. He takes care of our facility, and does most of the cooking. He's also my lover. His residence connects with my own."

She pointed to the next door down the left side of the hallway.

"That's the residence of Elaine," Simone said. "She is a young woman. About your age. Shy, but very pretty. She takes care of all the beauty needs of the girls. She's also our seamstress, and helps with cooking, serving, and teaching. You'll meet as well."

I nodded.

"All of these doors on the right side are student rooms. There are nine of them. Two girls are assigned to each room. They have bunk beds, desks, and dressers."

"I can show you any of these rooms if you want," she added. "Now would be the time, if you want to see them. During normal times, they are all off limits, as explained in the manual."

"No, that's okay," I replied. "Just show me the rooms and places that I can go. I think that would be fine."

I wanted to get to my Suite and relax for a while, still quite uncomfortable with my genitals exposed through the front of the robe. Although I was tempted to cover them with my hands, I realized that would look odd, and I might as well start getting used to the situation.

"Very well," she said.

We proceeded further down the hall.

"This one is the girls' toilet and wash room," Simone explained, pointing to the next door on the left.

We walked further down the hall. An open door appeared on the left. It looked like a large classroom. Through the open door, I could see student desks, blackboards, posters on the wall, and a teacher's desk.

"That's the classroom," Simone confirmed.

I nodded.

We continued down the hall until it intersected with another hallway in the middle of the facility.

Simone pointed to the right.

"That's the main entrance," she explained.

I could see the double doors at the end of the short hall.

"Only students and staff use that entrance," she said firmly. "Members always use the office door."

I nodded.

"This is the way to the atrium, sports area, and playground," she said, heading the opposite direction.

I followed her down that short hall. She opened the door for us to look out. I became conscious of the state of my exposure again, but relaxed when I realized the area behind the facility was fairly private and secluded.

"Let's go out for a minute," Simone said.

We walked a few steps outdoors into an atrium area with a patio. On the patio was a large round wooden table with an umbrella, surrounded by six padded wooden chairs.

"Members are permitted in this atrium area," Simone explained. "But not the playground or sports areas."

Off to the left beyond the atrium was a large flat grassy area. Off to the right beyond the atrium was a playground. The entire area was fairly secluded, bordered by a hillside.

I nodded my head.

We headed back into the facility, down the short hall to its intersection with the long hallway, and turned left, proceeding a short distance down the main hall. Simone paused.

"On the right is the last student room, followed by the four member suites," she said. I'll show you that last, when I take you to your suite."

"On the left is the cafeteria, the kitchen, and the laundry and boiler room," she said. "At the very end is the shower room. I need to show you that."

I followed her all the way down the hall.

On the left was a doorway to a tiled room. There was no door.

We walked in.

"These are the student showers," Simone explained, pointing to a large area of the room divided with tiled partitions, each about six feet high. "It's for students only."

The tiled walls of that area, as well as the partitions, had many shower heads, and there were multiple drains in the floor.

We walked past the student area, and approached a walled in and tiled smaller area with three shower heads on each wall.

"This is for members and staff only," Simone explained. "Shower time is seven twenty every day."

I nodded.

We turned around. Simone pointed to the opposite wall. It had shelves stacked with folded white bath towels.

"When you are done showering, you get a towel, dry off, and then put your towel in the bin," she continued, pointing to a large wooden box with wheels near the door.

We left the shower room and went to the very end of the hall. There were two sets of double doors, and both were open.

"That's our gymnasium," she said, pointing to the one of the left.

I peered into the large room, and saw various athletic items and equipment near the walls.

"This is the library," Simone said, interrupting my gaze into the gym.

She headed through the double doors on the right. I followed her.

It was another large room.

On the left side of the room, near where we were standing, were numerous chairs and game tables. Beyond that, in the corner adjacent to the gym wall, was what appeared to be a ballet dance and exercise area, with fancy wood flooring and metal ballet rails against the wall. There were two rocking horses in the middle of that area.

"This area is for students and staff only," explained Simone, holding up her hands to indicate that section of the library. "That area, switching her hands to the other half of the library, is where members are welcome."

I followed her over to that area of the library. It featured two fancy sofas facing a large stone fireplace, as well as two large matching lounge chairs facing toward the game and ballet area of the library. The walls in that area were covered with book shelves and books, and the view out the large windows was panoramic.

It was a comfortable and inviting library. But then I noticed something very odd. At the end of each carved wooden arm rest on the sofas and the lounge chairs was a large penis head.

Simone saw me notice.

"A little different," she said.

"Mmm hmm," I added.

"I had those specially made," she declared with a smile.

I also noticed small glass bottles with flat bottoms and pour spouts, all filled with liquid. They were sitting on lamp tables and side tables next to the sofas and chairs. I recognized the bottles as the same type I'd seen in Simone's examination room, containing her special formula of lubricant.

"Any questions?" she asked.

I shook my head.

I started to follow Simone out of the library, but noticed two posters hanging on the walls above the ballet corner. I stopped dead in my tracks.

The poster on the left featured three drawings. The largest depicted what appeared to be the outline of the side of a girl riding on a rocking horse. However, the saddle had some sort of protrusion that appeared to go up and into the crotch of the outlined girl. A smaller image on the top right clearly depicted the abdomen of a naked girl with spread legs. Her genitals were sketched in, and there was a penis shaped device, along with an arrow, pointed at her crotch. Just under that was a drawing of a faucet with water falling on another phallic shaped object.

The poster on the right was even more graphic. On the left side of that poster was a large anatomical color drawing of a woman's genitalia, with names and lines pointing to each feature. On the right side of the poster was a drawing of a naked woman, legs spread, and color patches and lines pointing out various erogenous zones.

"You seem fascinated with something," I heard Simone say, interrupting my gaze.

I looked at her.

"Those posters," I said. "What are those about?"

"The one on the left was made for me by the maker of those specially designed rocking horses," she explained. "The one on the right is just an educational poster about the sensual areas of a woman's body."

I got even more curious, especially about the first poster.

"What's special about the rocking horses?" I asked.

"Why don't we have a look, and I'll explain," she said. "As a guest, you normally can't go over there, but we'll make an exception since this is orientation, and nobody is here."

I followed Simone through the game tables and over to the ballet floor where the rocking horses were located.

"I had these specially designed and made for Generalife," Simone explained as we approached the horses. "Do you notice anything different about them?"

I looked closely at one of the rocking horses. Two things were quickly apparent.

First, the saddle was unique. At the front of the red saddle was a large hole, maybe two inches in diameter. In the middle of the saddle, next to the edge of the large hole, was another smaller hole that appeared to have metal threads inside.

Second, there was some sort of mechanical apparatus under the horse. I bent down to look. It had some metal works under the saddle, and was hooked to a large brown painted piece of wood that formed both the tail of the horse, and what appeared to be a large penis under the belly of the horse.

I pointed those out to Simone.

"Very observant," she said, with a smile. "These are training horses. Through carefully balanced weights and mechanics, they simulate sexual intercourse."

I looked at her with a stunned look on my face.

She smiled.

"Here, let me show you," she said, walking over to a narrow tall wooden cabinet on the far side of the floor, next to the fireplace.

The cabinet had a series of about a dozen drawers, each maybe three inches in height. She pulled out the top drawer and retrieved a long cylindrical object, painted pink. The object was about six inches long, rounded at one end, and had a short threaded rod sticking out the other end.

"This is a penetrator," Simone explained.

I watched as Simone put the threaded end of the object down the hole in the saddle and spun it clockwise until it stopped turning. The device protruded about an inch above the seat.

"Watch," she said.

Simone started rocking the horse. I noticed the tail/penis part of the horse swing back-and-forth, in response to the rocking. Then I noticed the metal apparatus under the horse moving. Then, most dramatic, I noticed the penetrator, as Simone called it, moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

As Simone rocked harder, the stroke length of the penetrator increased.

"Wow," I said. "That's amazing."

"They work well, if used correctly with the right size penetrator," Simone added. "This pink one is just the one that came with the horse. We don't use that with the girls. We use polished brass penetrators."

Simone stopped rocking the horse, and brought it to a stop. The mechanism under the horse quickly came to halt, with the penetrator resting in its original position.

"What's the small hole for?" I asked. "The one right next to the penetrator."

"That's for an anal device," she said. "Here, I'll show you that too."

Simone returned to the top wooden cabinet drawer and returned with another penetrator device, this one painted red and with numerous ridge bands carved around the shaft. Simone screwed the base of it into the small hole. It pointed straight up out of the seat, about four inches.

I looked at the apparatus in awe (horse, jpg, 38k).

"This is an anal penetrator," Simone clarified. "We don't use this either. It's just what came with the horse. But we do use a smaller brass anal anchor."

"Can I see the ones you use?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. "Just a moment."

I watched as Simone removed both of the penetrators she had attached to the rocking horse, and returned them to the top drawer of the tall wooden cabinet.

I noticed that the lower eight drawers of the cabinet were labeled. The labels were simple: A, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7.

Simone pulled out the drawer labeled 'A.'

"These are the anal anchors we use," she said.

In the drawer, I saw six polished brass balls, each about an inch and a half wide. On one side of each ball was a thin narrow tapered shaft that led to a wide base that was about an inch wide. Out of the bottom of the base was a threaded rod.

"These are washed and clean, so I don't want to touch them," Simone explained. "They help the girl maintain her position on the horse when the penetrator is working deep."

I nodded.

Simone closed the drawer.

She moved down to the drawer marked '4,' and opened it.

On the left side of the drawer were six polished brass penetrators, about the same size and configuration as the pink one that Simone had used earlier on the horse. On the right side of the drawer were six similar polished brass objects, except longer and with no flat end with a threaded rod. Instead, those six had two rounded ends.

"What are those for?" I asked, pointing to the ones on the right.

"Those are plain dildos," she said. "For manual practice and stretching exercises here in the library, and out in the atrium."

I nodded.

"And these other drawers?" I asked.

"They are different gauges," Simone answered. "Different sizes."

"Oh," I said.

"See the chart there?" she continued, pointing to a simple chart posted above the tall wooden cabinet (chart, Size Variations, jpg, 24k).

I studied it, somewhat fascinated.

"See, this is gauge five," Simone continued, pulling out the drawer labeled '5.'

I looked down and saw the identical arrangement as in drawer '4,' except the penetrators and dildos were all larger in length and width.

"That's basically the size of your erect penis," she said. "You are a gauge five."

But the dildos looked way too long for that, appearing to be about nine inches in length.

"They look too long," I said.

"They have extra length so the girl can hold onto the end," Simone explained. "They're also not as heavy as they look. They are hollow."

Simone closed up drawer '5.'

"This cabinet is a complete set that I got from the man who makes them," she continued. "But we really only use gauges one through five here at Generalife, plus the anal anchors."

I looked up at her. I think she could tell I was still fascinated with the information. This seemed to spur her to share even more.

"As I think we talked about at your interview, most men are gauge four, with some gauge five, and some gauge three," Simone continued, as she pulled out drawer '3.'

It contained the same arrangement as the previous two drawers, but with smaller size penetrators and dildos.

"We only have a couple gauge three members here at Generalife, and we use them for a lot of first time experiences," Simone said. "George is a gauge three, and we used to use him for that, but it creates complications with the girls, so we don't do that any longer. We use these dildos and penetrators a lot, to get girls ready for a standard gauge four penis, as well as a larger gauge five penis like yours."

I nodded.

"We start girls with the smaller gauges first," she said, as she moved down the drawers, showing me smaller and smaller sizes.

"The horses only use gauges three, four, and five, so the lower gauges are only dildos," Simone explained.

I noticed the smallest, gauge one, had a more pointy tip at one end. Simone explained that was especially helpful for practicing anal penetration.

"What about the larger gauges?" I asked.

"Well, as I said, we don't really use those," Simone answered. "See?"

Simone opened the drawer labeled '7.'

The dildos were enormous, about a foot long and three inches wide.

"Wow, I understand," I said. "Why would they even make them that large?"

"Some women are very flexible and can handle it," Simone answered. "Some actually like that kind of penetration on occasion."

"Anybody here?" I asked.

Simone looked at me with a wry smile, and paused.

"Only me," she said, closing the drawer.

"Any other questions?" she said.

I shook my head.

"Let's head back to my office," Simone said. "I have a few more things to show you, then I'll take you to your suite."

I nodded.

We headed out of the library and down the large long hallway. Just then we heard the front door open and a bunch of girl voices. Soon enough, a crowd of girls in uniform appeared ahead of us at the center of the facility. Simone kept walking toward the girls. I followed, but became acutely aware of my exposed genitals. I slowed down, not knowing what to do.

"Hi, Miss Simone," I heard a number of the girls say, with a friendly tone.

"Hi girls," Simone replied.

I also saw a man and a young woman in their midst. I recognized them as the same man and young woman I'd seen with the girls the week before.

"This is Mister Stevens, girls," Simone said, turning to me, still lagging behind.

I thought about covering my genitals with my hands, but realized that would call more attention to my embarrassment.

So I walked up adjacent to Simone, in a way that kept my crotch hidden behind Simone from about half of the crowd.

"Hi Mister Stevens," I heard some of the girls say with cheer.

"Hi," I said in return.

I tried to avoid eye contact, but noticed the young woman glancing and smiling at me. She was in the front of the group, and had a full view of my body, including my exposed crotch.

"This is Elaine," Simone said, introducing me to the young woman.

Elaine waved at me. I waved back, nervously.

"And that's George," Simone continued, with a glancing smile to her lover.

"Hi," I said.

George nodded his head in acknowledgement.

"Well, we've got to finish up with Mister Stevens' orientation," Simone said.

"Alright girls," said George in a firm tone. "Head to your rooms and change into leotards. You have free time until five in the library."

The girls scampered down the hall, talking and giggling. Two of them went into the room near where I was standing. The rest went into various rooms down the hall on the right.

George and Elaine approached Simone and I. George reached out to shake my hand. I shook his hand. Elaine did the same.

The four of us walked down the hall toward the office. Simone and George chatted about dinner plans. Elaine and I listened.

George and Elaine each went into their rooms. Simone and I continued to the end of the hall, went through the doorway, and turned left into her office. I heard doors open behind us, and girls talking and walking down the hall in the opposite direction.

"Just a few more things," Simone said. "Then I'll get your bag and show you to your suite."

Simone sat down at her desk. I sat in the chair in front of her.

"It appears that you will be the only guest member at Generalife for much of your stay this week," Simone announced. "There will be one other member, and he will be staying on Wednesday or Thursday night."

I nodded.

"With regard to student clothing," Simone continued. "Here at Generalife I design, and Elaine makes, all of the clothing for the girls. This includes some special clothing the students wear for evening activities."

"Special clothing?" I asked.

"Yes, such as lingerie and other items," she explained.

"Like you wore last week?" I asked.

Simone smiled.

"Yes, that's something I designed for me," she confirmed. "But I design other things for the students. I don't want you to be surprised."

"Where did you learn to design clothes?" I asked.

"I studied independently," Simone said, with a hint of a prideful smile. "The clothing I design is specifically intended to accentuate and amplify the female body. Even the simple items, like leotards."

"I noticed that with the uniforms," I said.

"Yes," Simone confirmed with a smile. "Out of curiosity, what did you notice?"

"Well, the hem line of the dress is very short, and the silk leggings draw attention to certain features," I explained.

Simone smiled.

"That's by design," Simone said. "I presume you are talking about the seam in the crotch."

"Yes," I replied. "And the sheer bare bottom."

Simone smiled again. I could tell she was pleased that I noticed her fine work.

"So what special design can you do with a leotard?" I asked.

"Well, let me show you," she said, with another smile.

Simone got up, went to a file cabinet, and returned with a manila folder, which she set on her desk and opened. She proceeded to explain that the leotards were a special silk-cotton blend, and came in three primary configurations, each with its own color. Simone showed me a design drawing (three leotards, jpg, 25k), and explained the colors and configurations: Sky blue for Summer and other warm days, dark blue short-sleeved, and navy blue long-sleeved. Those three are made for all students. She also said there are additional colors and configurations she makes for certain students as well, such as red and black. It is left entirely up to the student which leotard to wear each day, but most are currently choosing sky blue, as the weather is pretty warm. Each leotard is individually crafted for the body of the particular student. The student's name is embroidered on the upper left chest.

Simone seemed especially pleased to share her design for the crotch of the leotards, which intentionally accents and highlights the labia, and the crevice between the labia. She showed me her design drawing (leotard crotch design, jpg, 48k).

Since I was showing interest, Simone proceeded to describe some of the special clothing she has designed for the girls to wear during evening services. However, she only showed me one design drawing, for a simple item of lingerie consisting of three small triangle patches of silk, and connecting strings (cache-sexe, jpg, 23k). She said she wanted me to be surprised by some of the other outfits she designed.

Simone also let me know that I might see some unusual devices being worn by students. One she called a ventriere, a soft goatskin leather harness that wraps around the abdomen and provides additional support for long-duration intercourse. Another use of the ventriere is to provide a way to strap various 'patches' over the genitals and anus for a variety of purposes, such as heavy menstruation, protecting an overly sensitive clitoris, or preventing enema leakage.

"There's one more thing I should show you," Simone said, as she got up, put the manila folder away, and returned with another.

"I've also designed a brass device which provides a continual penis-like presence in the vagina," she explained. "If you see a significant bulge in the crotch under a girl's leotard, that's likely what it is. Don't be alarmed. It looks like this."

Simone opened the folder and showed me another design drawing, this one in color (brass device, jpg, 436k). She explained that the device depicted was about the size of a hand, and designed to cover the female genitals, with a notch on the lower edge to leave the anus exposed, as well as a slot in the center through which the upper inner labia and clitoris are pulled, enabling urination. The device thus does not have to be removed to enable a girl to use the toilet. But the real design feature of the device is the projection into the vagina. A hollow penis-like part of the brass device projects about five inches into the vagina to create the constant presence. The brass phallus has a head shaped like the glans of an erect penis, with a large opening at the end, and multiple ringed ridges around the base to ensure the device stays in place. Simone explained that, when used, the device is typically worn for two hours after school, so I might see such a bulge under a girl' s leotard if I am in the library or atrium during those times.

I nodded.

She also showed me her original design drawing for the rocking horse, which happened to be in the same folder (rocking horse, jpg, 35k).

"One last thing before we go to your suite," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm considering doing something a little different for your first evening service."

I looked at her with a question on my face.

"But if I do, it must remain confidential," she continued. "You can't tell any other member, because we have a standard first evening service plan that has been used for all members since we opened. I wouldn't want it to become known that we stray from that plan. I am only making an exception this one time, for my own reasons."

Simone could tell I was confused.

"Let me explain a little more," she said. "The standard first evening service involves touching and manual stroking to ejaculation. Basically, a hand job."

I nodded.

"I'm only telling you that because I want you to know what the other members have experienced on their first night," she said. "I plan something different for you, which I won't describe because I want it to remain a surprise for now. But will you agree that, whatever it is, you won't share those details with any other member or prospective member?"

I nodded.

"Excellent," she said. "Let's go to your suite."

We got up. Simone retrieved my handbag from her locked cabinet, and we headed back down the main hallway. I could hear the voices of girls, which grew louder as we proceeded further down the hall. Simone explained that I was in suite three, about half way down the main hall past the center of the facility. Before we entered the suite, I could see some girls in the distance through the open doors of the library and gym. They appeared to be wearing light blue leotards, except for one, who appeared to be wearing a black leotard.

We entered the suite, into a room with a couch and chairs on one side, and a round dining table and four chairs on the other side.

"This is the sitting and dining area of your suite," Simone explained.

There was a doorway in the middle of the wall, leading to another room of the suite, which we walked through. It was a large bedroom, with a large bed against the left wall, as well as a nice sitting area with chairs facing each other next to the windows. The view out the windows was the same as in the library, featuring a panoramic view of the gardens and city. It was a very nice room.

Simone opened a wooden closet against the wall opposite the windows.

"Here are additional robes," she said. "They are each embroidered with your name."

There were about a half dozen white robes on hangers, just like the robe I was wearing, except I could tell there was some variety in terms of material and weight.

"You can put your bag in here, if you like," Simone offered.

I placed my bag on the floor of the wooden closet, and she closed the doors.

I noticed that the room had no dresser, but it did have a large bookcase full of books and magazines. There were also a few magazines on small tables next to each chair in the sitting area of the room. I also noticed the ubiquitous small bottles of special lubricant on each of those tables, as well as on side tables on either side of the bed.

Simone ushered me through another doorway in the wall opposite the bed. It was a large tiled bathroom, with a large bathtub next to a window with the same panoramic view, a counter and sink against the wall, and a toilet and bidet at the back of the room.

"You can draw a bath in the evening from about five thirty," Simone explained. "George turns on the boiler each evening at five."

I nodded.

"Do you have any questions?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Well then, I'll leave you here," Simone said. "Expect a visit at five thirty," she added with a smile.

Simone left the suite. I settled into a chair in the sitting area, and read a magazine. I couldn't help but think about what surprise evening activity Simone might have planned for me. The standard first evening service sounded great. But maybe she had something better planned, or maybe not. I would just have to wait.

The reading material in the suite was plentiful, so the time passed quickly.

I heard a knock on the door, and went to answer it, realizing from the clock on the wall that it was five thirty.

I paused for a moment at the door, realizing again that my genitals were completely exposed. I thought about trying to cover them by standing partially behind the door, but rejected that idea when I realized it was pointless, as whoever was knocking would be entering my room anyway.

I opened the door and was shocked to see three girls. Shocked not only to see three, but also by what they were wearing.

"May we come in?" asked the one in the middle with short blonde hair tied into pig tails on each side of her head.

I nodded, and pulled to door open wide, stepping to the side. The girls entered the suite and I closed the door. I recognized one of the girls as the girl I had seen in the portrait in Simone's office. She spoke first.

"Hi, Mister Stevens, I'm Aurore," she said with a smile, reaching her hand out to shake mine.

"I'm Angelika," said the one with the blonde pig tails.

"And I'm Eugenie," said the last girl, whose hair was tied back tightly in a bun.

I shook each girl's hand, in turn.

But I was speechless, primarily because of the outfits the girls were wearing. All three outfits were the same. They looked like standard maid uniforms, but with major differences. Each black dress had a high white collar, narrow-ribbon black bow ties, and puffy white short sleeves. They also wore mesh silk leggings that went all the way up past their belly buttons, and shiny black shoes like I'd seen them wear with their school uniforms.

That is where the similarity to a maid outfit ended. In addition to the dresses being extremely short, only reaching down to mid-belly, the entire center of the front of the dress was cut out. A large egg-shaped area exposed and showcased a completely nude chest area, with only the black bow tie as an accent at the top. Aurore had very small breasts with small red nipples. Angelika had slightly larger breasts, but still quite small, with slightly larger pink nipples. Eugenie had small breasts like Aurore, but nipples like Angelika.

If that wasn't enough, there was another shocking design feature. The crotch of the leggings was cut out and framed in black. I could easily see to top of each girl's inner labia and clitoral hood. Angelika also had a very small patch of blonde pubic hair just above her clit. Finally, I noticed something quite odd. There was a short string hanging down from each girl's crotch. I tried not to stare at the amazing sight, but it was difficult (Aurore, Angelika, Eugenie, cut-out maid uniforms, jpg, 188k).

Aurore asked if we could sit at the table, which broke me out of my momentary trance.

I nodded, and we proceeded over to the dining table, each taking a seat.

Aurore presented me with a stack of four half sheets of paper. The one on top was a Supper Menu. Certain items were checked. I knew what to do, and circled those food items that would provide me with a very light supper. I handed the completed form back to Aurore.

The next slip I recognized immediately. It was an Evening Service Menu. At the top was written 'Aurore.' I saw some boxes checked and looked up at the girls, who were intently watching every move I made. I swallowed hard and looked back down at the form.

I studied it closely. Only four boxes were checked: 'Touch/feel/kiss (Student),' 'Touch/feel/kiss (Member),' 'Fellatio,' and one of the blank lines at the bottom, which had 'Cunnilingus' written in. I took another deep breath. I noticed that none of the ejaculation boxes were checked, which didn't make sense. The form was very specific in specifying where a member was allowed to ejaculate. But none of those boxes near the bottom was checked.

I decided to lay out all three forms, side-by-side. The next had 'Angelika' written at the top, and the third had 'Eugenie' written at the top.

I compared all three forms. With one exception, all three were filled out identically. The only exception was on Eugenie's form. It had one more box checked, which answered my earlier question. The box was checked next to 'Ejaculate (mouth).'

I thought about what I should do. I considered which checked boxes to circle for each girl. I wasn't sure what to do, so I ultimately decided to circle them all. This apparently pleased the girls, because when I looked up to hand them to Aurore, they were all smiling broadly.

The girls got up and said they would return shortly. I walked them to the door. The girls had been good about not staring at my exposed genitals, but on the way out I couldn't help but notice Angelika look down at my crotch and smile.

As I closed the door, I realized I had a partial erection, and my cock was pointing straight out.

I went back into the bedroom and sat down in the sitting area, waiting for the girls to return. I tried to read a magazine, but was too distracted by what had just occurred.

About ten minutes later I heard another knock on the door. It was the girls again, dressed the same, but carrying food items. Angelika and Eugenie each held two stacked plates with covers. Aurore held a tray with beverages, utensils, and napkins.

The girls placed the items on the dining table as I closed the door. As they set the table for all four of us, I admired their tight little rear ends, covered only by the mesh legging material. I could feel my cock start to swell again.

The girls left the plates covered and, when they were done setting the table, they turned to face me. I took in the beautiful sight again. My cock was sticking straight out, and growing larger and harder by the moment. It kept rising. This time all three girls took notice and smiled, as it grew into a full erection before their eyes. I felt a little embarrassed, but also very horny.

"Do you want to eat first, Mister Stevens?" Aurore asked. "Or do you want to do some evening activities?"

I didn't know what to say, but I knew I had an overwhelming desire to have the girls touch my body, particularly my hard cock.

"Would you touch me for a while?" I asked.

They all smiled and nodded, and approached me. As I stood there in the middle of the room, Aurore took a position on my left, with Angelika directly in front of me, and Eugenie to my right.

The girls started softly rubbing my bare chest.

"It would be better if you took of your robe," Aurore said.

I nodded and dropped my robe to the floor. I felt six hands rub softly on my back and chest. It was amazing.

I decided I wanted to put my hands on the girls as they continued to rub my body.

"Can I touch you?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm," they said.

I used my right hand to feel Eugenie's left hip and the top of her butt, and my left to do the same with Aurore.

I felt their hands move lower down my stomach, and suddenly felt Eugenie's hand touch the shaft of my cock, which was pointing straight up. A surge of pleasure struck me. Then I felt Aurore's hand do the same, as Eugenie's hand moved down to my balls, gently rubbing and cradling them.

Eugenie continued to work my balls, as Aurore wrapped her small hand around the shaft of my cock and started slowly stroking. Angelika kept both her hands on my chest. I repeatedly looked down to watch the action, and then back up at Angelika, who was smiling the whole time.

I decided to move my hands from Aurore and Eugenie to Angelika's small breasts. I felt the warmth on the palms of my hands, gently feeling the softness.

My breathing started to increase, and I worried that, if something didn't change, I would ejaculate onto Angelika's stomach. I decided to take the next step, realizing I wouldn't be able to pause for supper.

"Would you girls do fellatio for me?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm," Eugenie said quickly.

The other girls nodded.

I felt hands move off my body, and I let go of Angelika's chest.

The girls moved down to their knees in front of me, with Angelika remaining in the middle.

I watched all of the action from above.

Eugenie was the first to move. She reached out with her left hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock. She pointed it straight at Angelika, who put her hands on the sides of my hips, leaned in, opened her mouth wide, and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She worked up and down the end of the shaft. Her mouth and tongue felt warm and wet. I felt more surges of intense pleasure.

"My turn," Eugenie said.

Angelika moved her head off my cock. Eugenie pointed my cock toward her own face, and took over. Eugenie's mouth felt different than Angelika's. Her lips were bigger, and her mouth wetter. The surges of pleasure came quicker. She also took more of the shaft of my cock into her mouth, taking in almost half of its length. Then, suddenly, she stopped and pulled back. I was close to cumming, and the head of my penis was swollen and deep purple in color.

Angelika moved my cock past Anglika and over toward Aurore. Aurore had to lean over Angelika to make it work. Holding my hip with her right hand, she took over the fellatio. Aurore's mouth was smaller than the others, and her lips stretched tight around the shaft. She was only able to take in a couple of inches, but it felt wonderful.

I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, and remembered that I needed to give warning.

"I'm gonna cum," I said.

Aurore immediately backed off, and the girls quickly shifted. Eugenie moved my cock back to her face quickly took the swollen head into her mouth. She only got in a couple strokes before I came. Strong bursts of semen shot into Eugenie's warm mouth. I slightly bucked my hips, but Eugenie wasn't bothered. She kept at it, as more cum flooded into her mouth. Eugenie wasn't just good, she was excellent. It felt like she was sucking every drop of semen from my body. Eugenie swallowed it all.

When I couldn't take any more, I pulled back. Eugenie let my cock slip from her mouth, but still held onto the base of the shaft. I watched as she gently stroked the last glob of cum out of my penis. She leaned in and licked it off the tip.

My cock almost immediately started to shrink in her hand. She looked up at me and smiled. The other girls did as well.

"Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome," Aurore replied.

Eugenie let go of my cock, and the three of them stood up.

"That was really good," I said.

They asked me if I wanted to eat.

I didn't. What I wanted was to go down on them.

"Can I do cunnilingus instead?" I asked.

The girls looked at each other and giggled.

"Who do you want to do that with?" Aurore asked.

"All three of you," I said, which caused three big smiles and more giggling.

"So what should we do?" Eugenie asked.

I thought for a moment.

"Why don't we go into the bedroom," I said.

We went into the bedroom, and I pulled back the sheets and covers of the bed.

"Can you get on the bed?" I asked.

The girls took off their shoes and climbed onto the bed. The laid on their backs, side-by-side, in the same position they had been in before, with Aurore on the left, Angelika in the middle, and Eugenie on the right.

I climbed onto the bottom of the bed, and approached the feet and legs of Angelika. I figured I would start there.

The girls knew what I was up to. Angelika spread her legs, and the other two turned on their sides to watch.

I slid between Angelika's legs, and admired the view. Her pussy was beautifully framed by the black edges of the cut-out in her leggings. Angelika's outer pussy lips were slightly puffy, but the same color as her thighs. Her inner pussy lips were pink and wet. Angelika's clitoris was barely visible beneath its shroud, and a small patch of blond pubic hair adorned her pussy mound just above her clit. The short string I had noticed earlier came out of her pussy slot, and hung down her ass crack.

"What's the string for?" I asked, looking up at the girls, each of whom had adjusted their position to they could look down Angelika's body and watch me.

"Oh, that's a special thing that Simone did for you," Aurore said.

"A special thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, she soaked three long strings in a glass with a mixture of lubricant and cocoa butter," Aurore explained.

Angelika giggled, which caused Eugenie to giggle.

"She wound each string into a ball, and put one in each of us," Aurore continued. "She said you should take them out, and it would be like a dessert for you when you licked us."

I grabbed the end of the string and gently tugged. I couple inches of string came out of Angelika, followed by a small wet ball of string, about an inch wide.

"Here, I'll take that," Aurore offered.

I handed it to her, and she put it on the side table next to where she was laying.

I refocused on the task at hand, moving my arms under and around Angelika's hips, then sliding in closer. I could smell the cocoa as my face neared Angelika's crotch. I started at the base of Angelika's pussy slot, licking slowly up about half the distance of her pussy slot, gliding the tip of my tongue between her inner pussy lips. I gently worked up and down, tasting the combined cocoa butter and the natural taste of Angelika.

"How does that feel?" I heard Aurore ask Angelika.

"It feels strange," Angelika said. "But kinda good."

I decided to apply more pressure, planting my lips and mouth against Angelika's pussy. I worked my tongue up and down her slot, and then into her tight vagina.

"That feels good," Angelika said quietly.

After another minute or so, I decided to move up to Angelika's clitoris. I slid my mouth up her pussy slot until my mouth surrounded her sensitive little knob. I circled her clitoris with my tongue, and then flicked it with the tip. I repeated this cycle again and again, eventually increasing the pressure and speed.

Angelika was breathing hard, as her friends looked on. She started to squirm, but I held her tight. Her hips twitched every so often, after I flicked her clit with my tongue.

"I think I'm going to have an orgasm," Angelika hissed.

"How do you know?" Eugenie asked.

"I don't know," Angelika replied in another hiss, jerking her hips again.

"Uhh," Angelika moaned a moment later.

I felt her pussy twitch and contract in a series of spasms I recognized as orgasm. I kept up the stimulation of her clit as her orgasm continued, then eased off as her sensitivity increased.

I slowed down as Angelika felt the last pulses of her orgasm. She was silent the whole time, although she looked down at me with an open mouth.

Angelika tried to pull her crotch away from my mouth. I held her tight, but then pulled my head back, giving her the relief from further stimulation she desired.

The sight was beautiful. Her inner labia were flushed pink, and covered in wetness.

I let go of Angelika's hips, and sat up between her legs, looking down on the girls.

"That felt good," Angelika said to me.

"I'm glad," I said.

"I see you have another erection," Aurore said.

She was right. My cock was hard again. Not a full erection, but pretty close.

"Would you like to touch it again?" I asked the girls.

"Mmm hmm," Aurore said.

Eugenie nodded her head.

The two of them left Angelika in her post-orgasmic bliss, sitting up and moving next to me. They each softly rubbed my cock with their small hands, as I sat in front of Angelika.

Eventually, Angelika sat up too, and put her hands on my chest.

"Can I do one of you next?" I asked Eugenie and Aurore.

"Mmm hmm," said Eugenie.

"Eugenie can go next," Aurore agreed. "But can I still rub your penis while you do that?"

I thought about it, and came up with an idea.

"I think so," I said. "Eugenie, I need you to get on your hands and knees and face away from me, with your butt in the air."

I don't think Eugenie knew what I had in mind, but she followed my instructions. She switched places with Angelika in the center of the bed, spun around, and got on all fours. I gently nudged her legs apart, exposing a glorious rear view of her pussy, framed by the crotch gap in her mesh leggings.

At the top of the framed crotch hole was Eugenie's tiny puckered anus. Below that was her narrow inner labia, slightly pink like Angelika's, but only slightly puffy outer labia. Unlike Angelika, the flesh covering Eugenie's clitoris was longer and much more pronounced.

A string came out of Eugenie's pussy. I grabbed the end, which was hanging down by her clit, and tugged gently as the other two girls watched. A few inches of wet string came out, then a few more. The ball of string was unraveling inside of Eugenie. After a few more inches, the remaining ball of cocoa butter soaked string popped out of Eugenie. I handed it to Aurore, who put it on the side table next to the one I had taken out of Angelika.

I got onto my own hands and knees behind Eugenie, and leaned my head down. I started by licking up her pussy slot with the tip of my tongue, avoiding her clitoris.

"That tickles," Eugenie giggled.

That was not the reaction I was looking for. I applied more pressure with my tongue on her slot, savoring the smell and combined taste of cocoa butter and Eugenie.

I felt a hand on my right butt cheek, and then another hand touch my hard cock. Aurore had reached under me and was gently rubbing the length of the shaft, as I pleasured her friend.

I pushed my tongue into the depths of Eugenie. Her vagina felt even tighter than Angelika's.

"Mmm," I heard Eugenie mumble, so I stayed at her vagina for a while longer, pushing my mouth hard up against her and inserting my tongue as deep as I could.

"Do his scrotum and testicles," I heard Aurore say.

"Okay," Angelika responded.

I felt another hand, this time on my back just above my left butt cheek, then another, cradling my balls from behind. It felt soothing.

I moved my tongue up and over Eugenie's taint, and circled her anus with my tongue.

"Oooh," I heard Eugenie say.

I started lapping at her tight little hole, and she cooed some more. I stayed with that for a few more minutes, as it appeared to please Eugenie.

The gentle hands on my cock and balls were a little distracting, but I managed to stay focused. I moved back down over Eugenie's taint and down her pussy slot to her clit. Eugenie's lower body twitched. She seemed to have a very sensitive clitoris. So I worked my tongue gently over and around the large shroud covering her clitoris.

By Eugenie's reaction, that seemed to please her. Eugenie moved her upper body down onto her elbows, giving me easier access. I sped up the pace and, a few minutes later, moved up to directly stimulate her clitoris with my mouth and tongue.

Almost immediately, Eugenie went into orgasmic contractions.

"Oooh," I heard her whimper, as her pussy and ass muscles clenched in a series of spasms.

I could actually see her puckered little hole contract and release, contract and release.

Eugenie fell forward, breaking my contact with her body, laying flat on the bed.

I sat up. The girls let go of my body.

"Looks like Eugenie had an orgasm," Aurore said.

Eugenie rolled over, looked at us, and laughed.

"Yep," Aurore said.

The girls gave a nervous giggle, and I laughed.

I was looking forward to working on Aurore next. She was beautiful, and I wanted to end with her. But I also felt the need for my own release again. So I came up with a plan.

"I want to do Aurore now, but maybe Angelika and Eugenie could do me at the same time," I suggested.

"How should we do that?" Aurore asked.

"Let me show you," I said. "Change places with me, Eugenie."

Eugenie and I scooted around, and I laid on my back in the center of the bed, my head resting on a pillow.

"Come here Aurore," I said. "Straddle my face."

Aurore looked confused, but moved toward me. I helped her swing her left leg over me, and maneuver her body to where her knees were on either side of my head, and her crotch was directly above my face. She held on to the headboard to steady herself.

Like the other girls, Aurore's pussy was framed by the crotch cut-out in her silk mesh leggings. But the cut-out was smaller, as Aurore's crotch was smaller than the other two. Aurore's pussy also looked different. Her outer labia were more puffy and pink. Her inner labia, also pink, were shorter and thinner. Aurore had a long clitoral hood like Eugenie, but it also was much thinner, and pink. Aurore had a very pretty pussy.

A string hung down from the base of Aurore's pussy slot. I reached underneath her and pulled gently on the string. Out popped another small ball of string, saturated with wetness. It landed on my face. I moved it off to the side of the bed.

I could feel Angelika and Eugenie maneuver around on the other end of the bed, but my focus was on Aurore.

I put my hands on Aurore's hips and lowered her body to my face. I started gently licking up her pussy slot, enjoying the feel of the very soft flesh on my tongue. The taste and smell were like the others, a combination of cocoa and Aurore.

I felt one of the other girls straddle my legs as I continued to lap at Aurore's pussy. I felt a hand wrap around the base of my hard cock and pull it upward. Next was the unmistakable feeling of a mouth around the head of my penis. A surge of pleasure filled my body, and I pushed Aurore down harder onto my face, allowing my mouth to cover most of her pussy. I lapped harder at her pussy slot as I felt the mouth on my cock move up and down. Without being able to see, I knew it was Angelika. The feeling of her mouth was sharper, and she didn't take my cock very deep.

I pushed my tongue into Aurore. She was tight like Eugenie. I felt her gasp, as she continued to hold the headboard tight. Aurore looked down at me as I continued to work my tongue in and out of her vagina. She smiled.

I felt more surges of pleasure from the blowjob as I pushed Aurore's hips closer to the headboard, allowing me to lick her tight little puckered hole. I felt Aurore's legs shiver, and her hips twitch. She made a little whimpering sound.

"My turn," Eugenie said.

The blowjob stopped and I could feel Angelika let go of my cock and move off my lower body.

I pushed Aurore's hips back down a bit, causing my mouth to glide over her taint and along her pussy slot all the way to her clitoris. Aurore's response to my first contact with her clit indicated she wasn't as sensitive as Eugenie.

I felt a body move into place straddling my legs as I started gently stimulating Aurore's clit with my tongue. A hand grabbed my cock again, and then a mouth resumed the blowjob. It was definitely Eugenie. Her mouth was warm, soft, and wet, and she took half my hard penis into her mouth on each down stroke. The pleasure was intense.

I refocused on Aurore, and pushed her body down harder against my face, circling her clitoral area with my mouth and lips, using my tongue to circle and flick her pleasure button. Aurore started to grind her hips, but I held her steady. She looked down at me again, this time with an open mouth. Our eyes met. There was intensity in her gaze.

I felt my body approach orgasm, and knew I should warn Eugenie, but I didn't want to stop what I was doing with Aurore.

I let myself go. As I held Aurore's crotch tight against my mouth and increased the speed of my tongue lapping at her clit, my body pulsed semen into Eugenie's warm and inviting mouth. I think it caught Eugenie by surprise, as she paused. But only for a moment. Eugenie quickly resumed the blowjob, ensuring a full and complete orgasm, as cum continued to pulse from my cock.

I licked as rapidly as I could across Aurore's clitoris, and a few moments later it paid off.

"Ohh, ohh," Eugenie sputtered in a high pitched tone.

Her crotch twitched and pulsed. More subtle than the other two, but an unmistakable orgasm.

Eugenie's hips were shivering and bucking, but I held her tight and slowed down the tempo and pressure of my tongue on her sensitive clitoris.

Eugenie had taken her mouth off my cock, and was slowly stroking its shaft, presumably to milk out any remaining semen.

Aurore made some more quiet high pitched noises, and attempted to pull her crotch away from my face. Instead, I pushed her hips forward and moved my mouth and tongue off her clit, pushing my tongue back into her saturated vagina.

After Eugenie climbed off my body, I released my hands from Aurore's hips. But she didn't move right away. She just moved her hips slightly back and forth, as I continued to poke my tongue in and out of her pussy.

I reached up and placed my hands on Aurore's chest, gently squeezing her little red nipples.

Aurore looked down again, smiled, then swung her left leg up over my head, breaking my contact with her pussy and chest. I put my hands back on her hips and assisted her in climbing off me.

The girls laid next to me for a few moments. Then we got up and went into the sitting room to eat. I put my robe back on, and we all sat down.

During supper, we mostly talked about the girls and their school. We had a good time, and I thanked them for the incredible experience. They told me I was welcome.

On the way out, they each gave me a hug and a kiss. I enjoyed the feeling of their smooth and soft bare chests.

Feeling sexually exhausted, I read some magazines as the sun went down.