Rachel came home from school, tossed her bag on the counter, rushed upstairs to her room and slammed the door. She pushed the lock button on the handle, but it kept popping out. She didn’t have time for this. When it stuck in a little she thought to herself “oh, good enough,” and then flopped down on the bed. She had work to do. Rachel pulled off her tight skinny jeans, and pulled down her plain black panties. She lamented that these were the sexiest things her mother would let her buy. Rachel frequently referred to her mother as “the dinosaur,” for although she was only 36, she had a sense of decency that would have felt right at home in old Salem. Her mother had had a very strict, authoritarian father, and was a devout Catholic, she would never have her daughter expressing her sexuality in any way. In fact, the skinny jeans that were now lying crumpled on the floor had gotten quite a lot of criticism from her, but her father had let them go. But none of this mattered to Rachel now. She was horny as hell and had to do something about it. So she reached down to her pussy and started rubbing furiously at her clit. She was already soaking wet, and getting wetter every minute. She closed her eyes, reaching into her deepest fantasies. As she relaxed and grew satisfied, she started to rub more slowly, rhythmically sliding her fingers around her clit, teasing it and caressing it. Then she felt the twitch of her pubic hair and grew angry. How she wished to shave it, but she knew if her mother even got a hint that she was, she’d be grounded for a month. As her angry thoughts of her mother rose in her mind she redoubled her efforts. She began to rub aggressively, and thrust her fingers into her cunt. She began to bang herself, almost rape herself, venting all her anger on her poor, sensitive pussy. She grabbed a tissue and wiped away her natural lube, chafing at her clit, punishing it. The mix of pain and pleasure almost put her over the edge. Then she heard the front door open. “Rachel!” She heard her mother’s voice call out from the front door. “Shit!” she thought to herself. She looked down at her pussy, her bush was already sopping with juices again, she had to finish. Her jet black pubes matched her hair, dark and wavy. She hated her hairy monster, her secret pleasure that needed to be satisfied, that needed to be touched. “I’ll be there in a minute!” she called down. Then she turned again to her vagina. She stuck her finger in her mouth, making sure it was coated in protective lube, Eskişehir Escort before she reached down again. She had to work fast. Sticking her juicy finger under her clitty hood, she worked her little pleasure button directly, barely daring to touch it, as uncontrollable waves of pleasure washed over her. “Rachel! Come help me with the groceries!” “Coming, mother!” Rachel was indeed coming. Images of her mother waiting downstairs with the groceries, with her soft face and hard stare, mingled with the images of athletes and actors and the boys in chem class that she’d been dreaming of earlier, and she felt even more aroused. Her finger slipped and pressed down harder on her clit and she let out a gasp, and it was followed by a moan, and that was followed by a louder moan, until she was screaming “OH YES! OH YES!” at the top of her lungs on her bed. And then her mother came in. And she was furious. “OH SHIT!” Rachel said out loud, not knowing what she was thinking, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?” Her mother stood, aghast and livid in the doorway. “RACHEL HATHAWAY, HOW DARE YOU TALK TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WAY!” Her mother slapped her across the cheek. “You are 16 years old, you are much too young to do those things to your…your lady parts! In fact, you should never do those things to your lady parts, ever! This…this disgusting behavior and this hideous language are completely out of hand. It’s obvious what I have to do. DOWNSTAIRS, now!” As they hurried down the stairs her mother was still ranting under her breath. She strode over to the refrigerator and pulled off a battered brochure. “You know what THIS is, right?” She said, brandishing it like a weapon. Rachel almost rolled her eyes. She knew, all right. Christine Bradshaw’s Etiquette Academy for Young Girls. 4 hours a day of tea ceremonies, handshakes, and how do you dos. The ultimate boredom, the ultimate punishment. Rachel had never been sent there before, but then again, Rachel had never been caught doing something this bad. The next day Rachel found herself in the front seat of her mother’s car. Her mother was sitting beside her, staring straight ahead, not looking at her daughter once. Rachel was miserable. She couldn’t believe she had to spend her afternoons on stupid etiquette class. Her mother pulled up at the roundabout and let her out. “I hope this will teach you a lesson about being a lady,” she said, and drove away without another word. Rachel cautiously entered the classroom. Eskişehir Escort Bayan It was cold, air conditioned, and pink. Everything was pink, the walls, the floors, even the lamps. An attractive young woman approached her. She had wavy dark brunette hair with a few highlights that fell a little bit past her shoulders. She was thin, with a very narrow waist, but with voluptuous hips that swayed back and forth as she walked gracefully toward her on her high heeled shoes. She wore a navy business skirt that went down to just above the knee, below there, her long, legs showed, smooth and shiny, as if recently oiled and waxed. She clearly took good care of herself. Her face was pleasant but unreadable, as if she would only let someone know anything if she wanted them to know. Her lips were glossy and painted a light pink, and her brown eyes were deep but unreadable. Her bangs were neatly manicured, yet arranged very deliberately to appear slightly disorganized, they were flirtatious. She exuded the essence of woman. “Hello, my name’s Christine,” she said, in a voice that was high and clear, but somehow very warm. “You must be Rachel. Come with me.” She took Rachel by the hand and led her to the back of the pink room, then turned to the right and led her down a hall and through a door. The room she led her into was totally different. Instead of pink and garish, this room was decorated like she was- clean, subtle and sexy. Four other girls, about Rachel’s age or a bit older, stood nervously in a half circle in the middle of the floor. There was a large four-poster bed against the wall. Rachel wondered what it was for. “Now that our last classmate has arrived, we can begin.” Christine said. “You may have noticed that this room isn’t exactly the place you’d expect to have class in. That’s because it’s not. This is my inner sanctuary. We will only spend an hour or so here every day, but the time we spend here will be the most important part of the class. The etiquette you will learn out there is garbage. It’s outdated and insulting, but it will help you survive. Here you will learn the etiquette of being a woman. Not a girl, but a woman, a person who is mature both emotionally and sexually. If this is not something you want to learn, please leave now.” No one moved. Everyone had their eyes fixed on this mysterious woman. “In this room you will do exactly what I say. This isn’t some sort of power for me, although it is a bit exciting,” she pressed her fingers Escort Eskişehir lightly against her lips after this remark, “it is for your own safety. But enough with all this mysterious talk. Let’s break the ice. Everyone say their name, their age, and why they’re here.” The first girl to speak was a stunning redhead, with radiant hair, blue eyes and full red lips. “Hi, my name’s Florence, and I’m 17. I came here out of curiosity. A lot of my friends recommended it to me. I wouldn’t ordinarily go to a class like this, but from what I’ve heard this is no ordinary class.” Though her words were charged, she seemed innocent and sincere. Next to speak was a cute blonde girl. The shortest of the group, she exuded innocence. “My name’s Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz. I just turned 16. I’m here because my parents sent me,” she said, simply. After her, a tall brunette stepped forward. She was thin and attractive, but she looked scared. “I’m Candace,” she said, “and I’m here because my parents thought it would help me be a better person.” Finally, a stunning brunette spoke. Her tight, slender body, fantastic ass and smoking face radiated with a fiery sexuality. She seemed entirely out of place in the room filled with more innocent, timid girls. “I’m Cassie,” she said, captivating the room as she spoke, “I’m 18, I’m a model, and I’m here to learn how to charm people. I’m participating in a beauty pageant, and I want to brush up on my manners. I have a lot to gain from the ‘garbage’ part of this class, but this seems fun too.” “I’m Rachel,” Rachel said, timidly, “I’m 16 and I’m here because my mother is punishing me, I’ve been a bad girl and she says I need to learn my lesson. The thing is, I’m not sure if what I’ve done is really that bad.” “Alright.” Christine said cheerfully. “Now that that’s taken care of, everybody strip.” The girls stared around, waiting for someone to laugh. “I’m serious,” she said, “chop chop, I’m waiting. When I said this part of the class was gonna be simple, I wasn’t kidding.” The five girls nervously undressed. “Alright, stand in a line.” The lined up in the order they had introduced themselves. Christine assessed them from afar, then moved in. “Hello Florence,” she said. She cupped Florence’s C cup breasts and jiggled them in her hand. Florence looked uncomfortable at first, but an unmistakable look of pleasure appeared on her face. Christine jiggled them in her hands, sizing them up. “You have great tits,” she said, honestly. It wasn’t a joke, it was a genuine compliment. She ruffled her red bush. “Firecrotch,” she teased. Then she moved on to Liz. She was beginning to herself as she walked, moving more playfully, but still composed. Liz was a B cup. Christine repeated the jiggling procedure she had done on Florence, and nodded in approval.