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Story Codes: Teen male/Female, School, Oral Sex, MILF, Interracial, Nurse, Teacher, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

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Notes: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Everything is fuzzy. You feel disembodied. Drifting through a gray universe. You don’t know how long. Nor where you are.

Then you feel it. A sucking. It draws at you. You rise up towards it, being dragged. Your bland world fades. The grays are giving away to colors. Vibrant hues. Reds and oranges and exciting yellows that pulse with the suckling pressure.

You realize that sucking you’re feeling is drawing you towards something real. Something physical. It’s amazing. Pleasurable.

You can feel something warm and wet around your cock.

You have a cock.

That shouldn’t be surprising to you since you’re a guy. You’ve used your cock before. You’ve been with girls before. You struggle to remember any of those encounters, but you have vague impressions of receiving blowjobs. Handjobs. Even a titty fuck once. You’ve slid into dozens of girls’ pussies. You’ve even been in a few girls’ assholes. You just can’t remember the details. Their faces. Names. But you remember the sensations.

There’s definitely a girl’s mouth wrapped around your cock.

You groan, feeling yourself coming awake now. You were in some sort of dreamless sleep. But that sucking mouth is drawing you closer and closer to full consciousness. There’s a warm tongue, agile and skilled, sliding around the crown of your cock. You love that feeling. It makes you groan, a deep, throaty growl that rises out of your throat. Your hands clench, grabbing sheets. Linen. Soft. You can fill a mattress beneath your back. Your head rests on a pillow. The air has a faintly antiseptic smell.

A hospital?

You can hear sounds now. The sloppy sucking of a woman enthusiastically blowing you. Those soft lips slide up and down your cock, your crown rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Your tip reaches towards the back of her throat before she slides back up. The suction is incredible. You groan louder, your eyelids fluttering now. You’re so close to being fully awake.

Your eyes open.

You’re staring up at a strange ceiling. It’s a drop ceiling like you’ve seen at an office or school. Fluorescent lights are spaced here and there. Those long cylinders hum as they illuminate the room. You blink, shifting to stare down your body.

You’re not surprised to see that you’re in good shape. You’re young. You knew that. Seventeen. You have a thatch of manly chest hair and your stomach has rippling abs. Your cock thrusts up from a thick bush, the tip buried in the mouth of the woman blowing you. She has golden-brown skin. A Hispanic hottie. Her dark eyes flash up to you, her cheeks hollowing as she worships you. She’s wearing a white cap with a red cross on it.

“Nurse?” you ask, realizing that you’re lying on a hospital bed. There is a blue privacy curtain around you. The medicinal smells now make sense.

Her uniform is something out of the fifties. A white blouse hugs tight to her round breasts that sway as she bobs her head and works that mouth up and down your cock. Her hand strokes across your stomach while her eyes smolder.

She purrs in delight and keeps sucking.

“What?” you groan, wondering if you’re still dreaming. Because this is a delicious way to wake up.
You can see the line of her back leading to the swell of her rump. Plump and curvy, hugged by a tight, white miniskirt. She’s standing beside your bed, letting you glimpse some of her thighs before they vanish out of sight. She’s wearing white stockings. Not pantyhose, but the type that needs garter straps to hold them up.

“Damn, aren’t you a sexy one,” you say. If you were a virgin, you’d probably be shocked by this, but you know you’re the type a guy who doesn’t have a problem hitting on girls. You’ve racked up your share of conquests. Either this is a dream, or you’re just the luckiest dude in the world. It doesn’t matter because you’re going to enjoy this Latina nurse sucking on your cock.

“Yeah, you’re just a hungry one, aren’t you?” you growl, loving to talk dirty when you’re in bed with a girl. You’ve never been with one her age, not that she’s old; she’s middle-age. A MILF. You definitely don’t remember having experience with anyone older than their twenties. Mostly it was high school girls. Ones who attended your school. All those faceless images that are just tantalizing out of reach of your memory.

“Just hungry for my cum, aren’t you?”

The nurse nods, moaning around your cock. The pleasure hums, caressing the tip of your dick. It throbs and aches in her mouth. Her lips feel amazing as she sucks you off. Your balls twitched, and you can feel a load of cum building and building. You’re going to fire so much jizz down her throat. You’re going to flood this naughty, naughty nurse with every drop of spunk you have.

“Damn, this is one way to treat a patient,” you say, vaguely feeling pain throbbing across your temple. You rub there, feeling a soreness and a rising knot like you’ve taken a blow to the head. “Fuck, do you do this to all the guys you treat?”

Her mouth slides up far this time before she pops off. “Well, you’re the first male student at the school. I haven’t had a chance to nurse any other guys. Maybe I would. Or maybe you’re just special.”

She winks at you before she swallows your cock again.

The only guy in the school? You know that’s not true. You can remember the guys who also went to your school as vague forms, almost negative spaces shaped like people. Some were your friends. Guys who were on the football team with you. Others were guys who played other sports or were just cool dudes that you hung out with. Partied with. Swapped sluts with when your girlfriends weren’t putting out.

Though your school definitely didn’t have a nurse this hot. You would’ve been in the infirmary every chance you got just to have her suck your dick if that was the case.

It’s too hard to care what’s happening, though. She’s worshiping your cock. Your balls are growing tighter and tighter. And her cute ass is wiggling. She’s enjoying blowing you. Her mouth is bobbing faster and faster. She knows that you’re going to cum soon. She’s hungering for it. Her dark lashes flutter as she works her lips up and down your cock.

Your hand reaches out and just manages to rest on her ass. You can feel her rump flexing beneath her tight miniskirt. She’s either wearing a thong or going commando because you don’t feel anything else between you and her butt-cheek. You give her a squeeze, bringing a moan from her that hums around your cock.

Bringing you closer and closer to cumming in her mouth.

You groan, savoring it. The pressure’s rising and rising. Your nuts tighten. You growl, eager to erupt into her mouth. You got a feeling that this nurse is a swallower. She’s not going to waste your cum. She’s going to enjoy every last drop of it.

“Shit!” you groan. “You better get ready, because I’m going to flood your mouth! Fucking hell, you’re good at that. I’m going to—

“Yes!”

Your cum explodes out of your dick. Your entire body spasms on the hospital bed. The rush of pleasure is intense. It feels like you haven’t cum in ages. Your jizz spurts out of you over and over again. Your balls empty your spunk into the Hispanic nurse’s hungry mouth. Her cheeks bulge as your jizz spills across her tongue.

And then she gulps.

Is there a sound sexier than a woman swallowing your jizz? Right now, there definitely isn’t.

The final blast of your cum fires into the Hispanic nurse’s mouth. You groan as the pleasure slams through your body. Little stars explode across your vision. You savor the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your feet twitch on the bed, the frame creaking as she swallows the last of your seed.

“Fuck,” you pant. “You sure know how to take care of a guy.”

The nurse slides her lips off your cock and smiles at you. “Well, it’s not like we get a lot of guys here.”

“Where is ‘here’?” you ask, still panting. You feel amazing from the blowjob, but now your curiosity is starting to itch at you.

“Why, Saint Miriam High,” she answers. “It’s a private, all-girls’ school. We’re a boarding school, to be precise. We’re up in the mountains, with all that fresh air to provide a place of relaxing and distraction-free education for our students.” She gives a wicked giggle. “Of course, now you’ve shown up.”

“Boarding school?” you mutter. “Those still exist?”

“They still exist. This is a place where girls come from around the world to study. We keep them from leaving the campus, so there’s no distraction from the outside. Nothing interfering in their education. It lets them be free to be themselves. Now, I know that might seem different from anything you’re used to, but this is your new home until summer break.”

“I’m not a girl,” you say as you rub your head. “Nor do I remember signing up to go to an all-girls’ high school. I mean I was attending…” You frown, knowing you’re a senior in a high school, but that knowledge is just like everything else. The broad strokes are there, but you can’t focus on any of the details. It’s like this fog’s smothered everything in your mind. Thinking about it hurts, making you massage the knot hoping it would go away.

“I’d be careful prodding that,” she says. “You took a nasty hit to the head. The headmistress is sorry about that. You were just starting your tour of the school grounds when one of the girls on the volleyball team, a senior named Terra Beckett, spiked the ball too hard. Just smacked you right in the head. Just when your tour was getting started.”

“Okay, why would you be giving me a tour of here?” I asked. “I thought you said this is an all-girls’ school. I mean…” You glance down at your cock, still half-hard and wet with her saliva. “I’d say having a dick is pretty good proof that I’m not a girl. I certainly don’t identify as a woman.”

“Oh, it’s part of a pilot program. There’s a push, you know, equality and all that stuff.” She straightens up and you catch her nametag pinned to the front of her white blouse. It really did hug those round breasts of hers. It’s clear she isn’t wearing a bra because her nipples are poking against the thin material. Her nametag shows her first initial is a B and her last name as Abraca. “So, we have to accept at least a few boys or were going to loose our funding. A government law called Title 9 or something like that. You know anything about that?”

You shake your head, never hearing about this before. You rub again at the knot on your head, wincing at the pain.

“So, I applied to come here, Nurse Abraca?”

“I believe so,” she answers you. She flashes you a sultry smile over her shoulder. “Let me just fill out this form, and then I’ll take you to see the headmistress. She’s very worried about you. After all, you were smacked in the head while taking a walk with her. Ms. Warren is someone who cares greatly about her students.”

“Yeah,” you say, loving the way the skirt hugs the nurse’s rump as she bends over. It rides up high, exposing more of her golden-brown thighs above the tops of her stockings. There are no garters holding them up, which makes you wonder if she’s wearing any panties.

She must have a thong on, right?

And what sort of school, even an all-girls’ school, would have a woman wearing that uniform as the nurse. It’s a porno parody of a nurse’s outfit. Something a stripper would wear, or a slut on Halloween.

You can’t help but wonder if this isn’t some weird prank. Did your friend slip you some drug which is making your memory all wonky? And then did they hire you a prostitute dressed as a nurse? You have a feeling there’s a couple of your friends that you wouldn’t put it past them to do this.

“Okay, there,” the nurse says. She straightens, adjusting her skirt. “Let’s go see the headmistress.”

“Uhh… should I get dressed?”

The nurse glances at you, her eyes roaming your muscular body. Her lips purse in a naughty smile. “Why, the girls would appreciate seeing a stud like you walking around naked. Certainly would open the eyes of the freshman. I bet many of them haven’t seen a cock at all, let alone a big one like yours.”
You grin at her, loving the complement. “Big, huh? Maybe we could hold off seeing the headmistress. I could introduce you to just how big I am.”

“Are you suggesting that you slip your cock inside of me?” she asks, her brown eyes widening in feigned innocence. “What a rapacious, young man you are. But I have my orders. The blowjob was… a medical treatment. I had to wake you up somehow, didn’t I?” She pouts her lower lip at you. For a woman in her thirties, she was coquettish.

You like it.

“Of course you had to blow me, Nurse Abraca.” You grin. “But maybe you should give me a more thorough exam.”

“Maybe you’re right,” she says. She grabs a pair of black slacks and throws them at you. “Put this on. Your shirt’s over here.” She points to it draped over the chair. “Don’t forget the tie. We do have a uniform code here at St. Miriam.”

She bustles towards her desk and sits down, her eyes watching you as you dress. She didn’t give you any underwear, so you just pull on the slacks without it, careful not to zip your dick up. You did that once, you think, the idea rising out of your hazy mind.

You really can’t recall anything.

In fact, you’re wondering just what your name is. Your parents’ faces are indistinct, same with teachers and friends. It’s almost disconcerting. And, perhaps, if you weren’t buzzing from the delicious blowjob the nurse gave you, you’d be more concerned.

“So did my friends put you up to this?” you ask her.

She giggles. “Oh, you think they slipped you a roofie and then hired me to give you a blowjob?” She licks her lips. “Well, I’ve never been paid to give any guy a blowjob. I always do it voluntarily.”

“Okay, so you’re saying, beyond that door over there”—you point at the door which seems to be the only exit out of here—“I’m going to find a school full of girls? Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen-year-old girls?”

“Oh, I’m sure a few of them are eighteen,” she says. “You’re seventeen, right?”

“Yeah,” you say, the number feeling right.

“And let’s see, your name is…” She says a name. You blink, it feels right. You guess that’s your name. “And do you have any allergies? I should probably know that now.”

“Don’t think so,” you say as you button up the dress shirt. You tuck that into your pants and then look at the tie. You find yourself able to knot it without thinking. Your hands move with a skill that you’re shocked to have. You wonder if you wore a lot of ties. You must have.

Once you’re finished dressing, Nurse Abraca smiles at you and motions towards the door. That fine, fine ass of hers leads the way. You’re right on her heels, your cock already hard again. You know this sounds too good to be true. The only guy in an all-girls’ high school isolated in the mountains? It sounds like heaven. Schoolgirl Heaven. You’re pretty sure there’s no such thing as heaven. But that ass…

You can’t help but think that if an angel had an ass, hers would look as great in a white, tight miniskirt.

The nurse opens the door and leads you out into the hallway. The walls are what you expect, that sort of white beige that all institutions seem to paint themselves in. There are doors that line it and windows looking in on empty classrooms.

This is definitely a school. And definitely one you’ve never been to before. The odds of this being a prank seems to be dwindling by the moment.

The nurse strides forward, her heels clicking. Your footsteps echo with hers down the hall. “We’re on the first floor,” she says. “This is where you’re going to find the science classes and art classes. The cafeteria is in the north wing.” She points straight ahead. “Auditorium is behind us in the south wing.”

You pass a room that is clearly a chemistry lab. Instead of desks, there are lab stations with gas spigots for Bunsen burner. In the back are shelves full of all the sorts of flask and vials and test tubes and all that other crap you need to perform experiments.

“And, of course, administration is up at the front of the first floor, right when you walk in. It’s not far from here.”

“Sure,” you say, looking around.

Ahead, there’s a T-intersection, crossing hallways. Two girls stride by, both of them wearing cheer outfits and holding hands. They have on black, pleated skirts that fall very, very short, barely covering their rumps. Their tops are sleeveless belly shirts that cling to their breasts. The pink hue is quite enticing.

The two girls glance over at you and then grin. One is clearly Hispanic, her brown hair long, her eyes dark and sultry. Her nipples pucker up against the thin material of her top. A hungry grin spreads across her lips. “This him, Nurse Abraca?”

“This is him,” the nurse said. “This is Ramona and Ibtihaj,” the nurse says, motioning to the other cheerleader. She looks Arabic with short, black hair. Her breasts are also round, about the same size as the Hispanic girl’s. Ibtihaj has erect nipples also pressing up against the fabric of her stretchy top and a class ring on her right hand.

“Welcome to Saint Miriam,” she says, a big smile on her face. “Great to meet you. I’m the president of the Student Council, so if you have any problems with anything going on, just come talk to us. We want to make sure that you have a pleasant experience. The student council is behind this move to bring in boys.”

Ramona bursts into giggles, nodding as she stares at you. “It’s a little boring when all we have is our toys and twats to play with.”

You blink at that. Did she just imply that all the girls here were resorting to lesbianism? Or maybe it’s just the cheer squad. The two are holding hands in a way that has your cock throbbing hard and Letters from Penthouse dancing through your head.

What were Letters from Penthouse?

“Well, I hope you end up in my dorm,” says Ibtihaj, the Arab cheerleader winking at you. “I guarantee you’ll love it. It’s the Angels’ Dorm.”

“Oh, yeah,” you say, a little off-balanced by this.

“I have to get him to the headmistress,” the nurse says. “I’m sure you girls will find time to play with him eventually.”

They both nod, both staring at you with hunger. Then they stroll off.

“Just what sort of school is this?” you ask, glancing at the nurse and her sensual outfit. “I’ve never seen cheer uniforms with skirts that short outside of porn.”

“We are a very… open school,” she answers. “We encourage young girls to express their pent-up desires in a safe and supportive manner. It’s traditionally why we’re an all-girls’ school so there are no life-changing consequences. But, we have to modernize. It’s a good thing we’ve started the girls on the pill. I can’t imagine the sort of incidents that will happen with you here.”

You swallow. The idea of knocking up a bunch of girls both terrifies you and… makes your dick throb even harder. It makes you feel like you’re the ultimate stud.

The nurse takes a left at the intersection. Ahead is the entrance to the school. A pair of double doors that are open out onto a green lawn. You can just make out a dark wall, something like an Alpine forest maybe, in the distance. She takes the first door on the right with a sign above it reading: “Administration.”

Inside is a secretary’s desk that she passes to head down a short hallway. You pass offices for the counselor, the deputy headmistress, and then the headmistress herself is at the end of it. Nurse Abraca knocks on the door. “He’s awake.”

“Oh, good,” a voice calls. “Send him in.”

The nurse smiles at you and says, “Now you be a good boy. I’m sure the headmistress will give you a reward if you are.”

As she strides by you, she smacks your rump.

“I can be good if the reward’s worth it,” you say, flashing her a grin over your shoulder.

She laughs as she strides down the hallway.

Maybe this is just a weird dream you’re having. It’s more elaborate than anything you’ve ever had, so close to reality but it’s all so surreal. The school can’t be real. Women didn’t act like this. Unless you hit your head and woke up in porn heaven.

Schoolgirl porn heaven.

If you aren’t tripping on drugs, then dying and being in heaven seems like the next best explanation to what was going on. Unless there really was some secret all-girls’ high school where everyone was a horny lesbian just waiting for a real cock to arrive.

It was a sort of fantasy that was tailor-made for a guy your age. For a guy of any age!

You open the door and enter the headmistress’s office. It’s like any school administration office you’ve been in. A few shelves with books and her diploma on the wall announcing which school she graduated from and what degree she possesses. You hardly notice it because you’re arrested by the sight of the headmistress herself.

She’s perched on the front of her desk, her legs crossed before her. She has dark-brown hair gathered up in a bun. But instead of looking old-fashioned like a matron or a church spinster, it makes her seem sexy. Especially with those dainty glasses perched on her nose. She has that wicked librarian vibe. A hungry Mrs. Robinson who just wants to devour a young man.

You’re not opposed to being devoured by her.

She has large breasts that swell her low-cut, pink blouse with a ruffled collar. Her cleavage is enticing. Dark pantyhose clad her thighs, and the peek of smooth, pale skin between the top of the stockings and the start of her short, dark-brown skirt makes your blood boil. She smiles at the sight of you, her eyes flicking up and down.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re not hurt,” she says. “But you’re looking at me like you haven’t seen me before.”

“Uh, there seems to be some problems with my memory,” you say striding to her. “Like how I got here. Where here is. When I accepted to come here.”

“Well, I’m sure that’ll all come back to you. I’m told that getting hit in the head can cause some amount of temporary memory loss. But you know who you are, right?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Mostly.”

“Well, I suppose introductions are in order. Doris Warren, Headmistress of St. Miriam School for Young Ladies.”

Her legs uncross, and you groan at the dark promise between them. She grabs your tie with one hand while her right leg hooks around your waist and pulls you close to her. You grin. Drug-addled delusion, schoolgirl heaven, or the most elaborate prank your friends ever played all seem more plausible than the truth.

Either way, you’re enjoying yourself.

You go for Ms. Warren’s breasts, groping the headmistress’s large tits through her low-cut blouse. Like with Nurse Abraca, it’s obvious that she’s not wearing a bra beneath. The feel of her tits is incredible. You knead them. Grope them.

“Bold boy,” she coos in delight. “I’m so sorry you got smacked in the head. She pulls on your tie, lowering your head enough to kiss the knot. “I’ll.”

SMOOCH!

“Make you.”

SMOOCH!

“Feel all better.”

SMOOCH!

You grin and squeeze her tits, “What a dedicated headmistress. You treat all your students like this?”

“I want them all to leave my office with a smile,” she purrs, her leg pulling you in tight. Her skirt rides up and you can feel the warmth of her pussy bleeding through your pants. “I’m not letting you get hit in the head again before I get to know you. The tour can wait.”

“Yes, it can,” you say and claim her lips.

Your right hand slips off her boobs and goes around her as you thrust your tongue into her mouth. She groans, her other leg wrapping around your waist. She kisses you harder while her hands slid down your chest to reach between your crouches as your tongues duel.

Your left hand yanks on her blouse. You pull down hard and her right boob pops out into your hand. She groans into the kiss as you squeeze her. Knead her. You give her boob all the love that it deserves. Your thumb massages her nipple, teasing her.

She quivers in delight and grinds against you, working her pussy on your aching dick. Your cock throbs against her. The pleasure throbs up through your cock. You groan. Her fingers play with your fastener.

The zipper rasps down.

Her hand reaches inside. You groan, loving the feel of her reaching in to play with your cock. Your dick is aching now. On fire. She grasps you. Strokes you. Her hand pumps up and down your cock, stimulating you.

You break the kiss and grin, “Just going right for it, huh?”

“You’re not the only one who can be bold.” Her smile is dazzling as she pulls your cock out. Your pants slip down off your waist and over your rump. It thrusts out from beneath your shirttails. She slides it beneath her skirt.

You feel the silky kiss of her pubic hair. Wet. Soaked. Her smile grows as she works you up and down against her hot flesh. She coos in delight, rubbing you on her clit. You can feel that bud sliding over your crown and pop into your urethra for a moment, and then she’s pressing you down.

“Welcome to St. Miriam,” she breathes.

You thrust into Ms. Warren’s pussy.

The headmistress groans as your cock slides into her. She shudders, her snatch squeezing around your dick. She grips you with a sure and powerful grip. The pleasure ripples down your cock from that delicious embrace. You groan, feeling the dizzying thrill of being in her twat.

Her tongue flicks over her lips. She stares at you with a hungry glint in her eyes. It’s clear she wants you to enjoy her pussy. To pound her and make you both cum. She’s giving you the best welcome any high school senior has ever received in the history of the world.

I have died and gone to fucking heaven, you think as you draw back your cock.

The headmistress’s pussy clenches around you. Her sucking flesh massages your cock. It’s the first time you’ve been bareback in a woman, you realize. No pesky rubber separates you from the silky delight of her embrace.

You revel in that as you thrust back into her. You bury your cock deep and hard into her. You slam to the hilt in her and groan at the way she squeezes about you. She grips your cock with a hungry fervor, her moans echoing through the office.

You squeeze her tit. You massage and knead it. You dig your fingers into her plump and pliant breast. She shudders and wiggles her hips from side to side, stirring your cock around inside of her twat. Her moans echo through the room. They reverberate between the walls as you pump away at her. You fuck her hard and fast.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps. Then she cries out your name in such ecstatic delight. “Welcome to my school! Oh, you’re going to fit right in, champ.”

Champ… You like that.

“Glad to be here, Ms. Warren,” you pant, thrusting hard into her depths. You churn up her pussy. You revel in the squeeze of her twat around your dick. “Damn, glad to be here.”

“You’re going to stimulate this school!” Her thighs grip your waist as she undulates her hips, using those legs as leverage. Her silky snatch stirs around your cock. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make such a splash!”

“Yes!” you groan, burying hard into her. You plunge your dick to the hilt in her. You’re fucking her fast and hard now. You’re burying your dick to the hilt in her cunt again and again, savoring every moment of fucking this hot woman.

This sexy MILF.

She’s old enough to be your mother and you love that. Your fingers dig into her soft breast. Your other hand slides up and down her back. The whisk of her nylons on your dress shirt as she grips you adds such a naughty sound to the wet plunge of your cock spearing into her depths.

“Oh, Champ, yes!” she gasps. “Oh, that’s so good. Just drive that dick into me. Such a big cock. Oh, yes, yes!”

“You like that, huh?” you demand, burying into her faster. Harder. “You know what’s going to happen when a champ plays the game?”

“He scores big time!” she moans.

“That’s fucking right!”

“Oh, shower me in your victory! Flood me, Champ!”

The headmistress’s hands seize the back of your head. She pulls your mouth down to her greedy lips. She kisses you hard. She thrusts her tongue into your mouth. She swirls it around, her pussy clenching around your cock.

The ache is building faster and faster. You’re almost there. You’re a few strokes from firing into the headmistress’s pussy. From flooding her hot cunt with every blast of jizz that you have brewing inside of your cock.

You’re going to shower her in your cream. You’re going to flood her with so much of your spunk. You hammer hard. Fast. You bury to the hilt in her with such ferocity as you kiss her. You’re hurtling towards the end zone.

Her pussy convulses around your cock.

You score your touchdown. It’s better than any you made at your last school.

Your cum pumps into her twat. Powerful blasts of jizz flooding into the headmistress’s welcoming pussy. Her walls spasm around you. She squeals into your kiss, her thighs hugging you tight. Her flesh ripples around you.

Then she breaks the kiss and moans out, “Oh, yes, yes! That’s it! Oh, that’s the victory I need, champ!”

“Fucking yes it is!” you growl. “That’s what you get. You wanted me in your private school, and you’re going to get taken hard.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! Just what I want. Need! Oh, yes, yes!” She screams out your name as her pussy convulses the hardest yet.

Milks every drop of cum out of your balls.

Ms. Warren quivers around you, her pussy convulsing and writhing about your cock as she comes down from her own orgasm. She moans, clinging to you. Then she gasps and leans back onto her elbows, her right boob jiggled. Her stocking-clad thighs unwrap from you.

“Oh, champ, yes, you’re going to cause quite the stir this year, aren’t you?”

“I guess I am,” you say. You give her a look. “Are you an angel?”

She bursts into laughter, her freed tit jiggling more than the one still in her blouse. You frown and slide out of her pussy, your cock popping out soaked in her mature juices. You catch a glimpse of her furred bush, your cum leaking out of her.

“Do you think you died and went to heaven or something?” she asks, arching an eyebrow at you.

Her tone makes you hesitate. It’s not a prank, and she claims it’s not heaven, and why would she lie to you? “It’s just hard to believe this place is real. I mean, I got whacked pretty hard in the head.”

“Yeah, Terra has to work on her spike.” She pops her large boob back into her blouse. “But I assure you, champ, this is a real place. I’m a real woman. And we just had sex.” She grins at you. “St. Miriam’s is a place where we believe girls, and women, are free to enjoy themselves. Traditionally, we kept men away for certain reasons.”

“You didn’t want half your girls getting knocked up?”

“Only until they finished their education. Once they’ve graduated, well, I am sure they are enjoying themselves. But, because of that permissive energy, you’ll find the girls, especially the seniors in their fourth year, are eager to enjoy a guy. The freshman might be shy, with cherries still needing popping, but the girls in your year are vixens. Wanton and ready to feast.”

“Damn,” you mutter as you put away your cock.

“Well, let’s finish our tour…” She frowns. “No, I suppose we should restart it since you can’t remember any of it.”

“Yeah, basically.”

She slides off her desk onto her heels. She smooths down her skirt and then takes your arm. It feels nice having her there as she guides you out of her office. You open the door and usher her through. She gives you a nod.

“Our first floor holds the—”

“Science and art classes,” you finish. “The nurse told me. And the cafeteria.”

“An important one for you, huh?” Ms. Warren favors you a smile. “Well, the second floor houses our English and history classes, along with our library. It’s top-notch. Ms. Barnett is very proud of it. Now, the third floor is where you’ll find the math, social studies, civics, and computer labs. We also have an auditorium for assemblies and school plays. That’s on the first floor..” She gives you a sidelong glimpse. “Having you play Romeo would be interesting this year. No strap-ons needed for the love scene.”

You don’t know why that shocks you given this school, but you say, “I’d be glad to fuck Juliet for the school’s amusement.”

She gives a rich laugh. “Yes, yes, you are going to fit in around here.”

She walks you towards the main doors. You step out into the shadow of the building. The evening must be approaching since it stretches out long and there’s a certain red hue to the light spilling over the lawn. Trees dot the verdant grass as it stretches towards a brick wall. A dense pine forest stretches beyond it, climbing the slopes of the mountains that rise around you, peaks capped in glacial ice and frosty snows. The wrought iron gate is closed, the road beyond it snaking out of sight.

There are several girls making out on one bench. They’re wearing the school’s uniform. A rather short pink-and-black tartan skirt combined with white blouses that are knotted beneath their breasts to leave their stomachs bare. At the same time, they appear low-cut, especially on the older girl who’s large breasts swell the white fabric. She wears her brown hair short. The girl she’s kissing appears much younger. She has black, curly hair that falls around her shoulders, her breasts small. She whimpers into the kiss.

“Oh, just some mentoring,” says Ms. Warren as she followed your gaze. “Cassie Fear, the freshman, is getting some encouragement from Krystal Montgomery. They’re both on the basketball team.”

Krystal’s hand vanishes beneath Cassie’s skirt, and the freshman girl lets out a whimper of delight.

“That’s, uh, quite the mentoring,” you say, dick hard.

“Like I said, we encourage that sort of play,” she says and leads you to the right.

You stroll towards the south wing of the school. The three-story building appears to be shaped like a capital I. The auditorium must be the part of the building you’re detouring around. As you clear it, another building appears, made of the same brick.

“That’s our gym,” Ms. Warren says. “The track is beyond it with a regulation-sized soccer pitch in the middle. And where our girls were playing volleyball when you had your little accident.”

You nod, seeing the track’s red dirt. A girl jogs down on it. She’s far away, but her athletic shorts look like hot pants and she’s just wearing a sports bra. She’s fit, though, and her legs are stretching out before her.

Ms. Warren leads you between the school and gym to the back side. There are more benches and even tables here. Girls are sitting at many of them, some studying, some making out, and in the shadows, beneath the trees, you spot girls having sex. Tribbing, sixty-nining, or even fucking with strap-ons.

“She wasn’t kidding about just having toys and twats to play with,” you mutter.

“What was that?” asks Ms. Warren.

“Nothing, nothing,” you say. “Just something Ramona told me.”

“Oh, you met Ramona? The cheer squad is quite an energetic bunch. You know, you might want to join. Having a guy to help them with some of the tricks would be perfect. And, as you can imagine, they are quite the united group.”

You can imagine.

“Now, those cottages you see along the fence,” she says, pointing out at them beyond the tables and benches, “are where the staff lives. Mine is in the center. The rest share, four to a cottage.”

There are seven of them in total. This does seem like a small school, but can that few teachers, twenty-four, handle it all? You guess they must be able to.

“If you ever need anything, my door is open to you,” she purrs.

The back door to the school opens and three girls rush out. The girl in the middle is Asian, maybe Japanese, her black hair in pigtails. She has a lean and toned body, her round breasts bouncing in her tied-off top. With her is a busty redhead with sparking, green eyes, and a Black girl who stood a head taller than them, her legs long and ebony black.

“It’s him!” the Black girl calls, grinning.

“Oh, my, it is,” the Japanese girl says.

The trio rushes over. As they approach, you notice in the swell of the Japanese girl’s pale-olive breasts is a tattoo. It’s a symbol made of two chevrons facing opposite directions and overlapping to form a strange X with a diamond in the middle.

“I hope you’re in my dorm,” the Japanese girl purrs. “We’re the Demonettes. We’re wicked.”

“No, no, you have to be in mine,” says the Black girl. “The Angels have a much, much better dorm. Trust me. You’ll love it.”

The redhead nods her head in agreement as if she was in it, too.

Ms. Warren introduces you by name and says, “This is Yukiko, Dominica, and Erin.”

“Hope you join the team,” the redheaded Erin says, an Irish lilt to her words. “We could use a guy to whip our asses in shape on the tennis court.”

“Naw, join the basketball team,” Dominica says. She’s taller than you, her smile is as lovely as her breasts stretching out her top. “Could use a good point guard.”

Yukiko winks at you. “Just choose my dorm. That’s where the real fun will be.”

“Yes, yes, now I have to finish giving our new student the tour. You girls have fun.”

“We will,” says Yukiko. Then she gasps. “Cum!” The Japanese girl’s hand darts down and swipes up a line of jizz that has leaked out of the headmistress’s pussy and has run down her thighs. She holds it up on her fingers and then pops it into her mouth. “Oh, that’s just wonderful. Just what this school needs. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too,” you say. “I’ll keep the Demonettes in mind.”

Ms. Warren leads you on past the girls, walking towards the other wing of the school, the top of the I holding the cafeteria. You feel more and more girls noticing you. They’re smiling, waving, beckoning. One girl does an impressive split as she unknots her top and bares her round breasts. Her curly, red hair sways short about her face. On her tits she’s written, “Join the Tennyo’s Dorm!”

“Damn,” you groan at the sight of them.

“Ah, Esmerelda’s showing off how limber she is,” Ms. Warren said. “She’s a gymnast. And she does have some lovely breasts. Seeing her do a floor routine wearing only body paint is a sight to behold.”

“I bet,” you groan, that ache building and building in you. “What’s a tennyo?”

“Japanese angel,” she answers. “Well, heavenly maiden is a more accurate translation. All the senior girls’ dorms are named after supernatural women.”

“Angels, demonettes, tennyo, and…”

“Devas. That’s a Zoroastrian angel.” She smiles. “Or devil, depending on which side of a certain mountain range you’re on.”

“I see,” you say as you pass the cafeteria. The outer wall comes the closest to the school here. You can see it’s ten feet tall and the top is covered by ornamental wrought iron bars. They have a swirling design, reminiscent of flowing water, but you can’t help but notice the tops of the posts holding up curving bars all end in sharp spikes.

“Now, stepping off the school grounds without permission is strictly forbidden,” she says, noticing your gaze. “We are deep in the mountains. The nearest town is over a day’s walk down the road. The woods are full of bears and mountain lions, plus the weather can change pretty fast up here. You can get lost easily. There aren’t many trails. So, for the student’s safety, they can only leave with permission. I hope you understand.”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, glancing at the wall. It certainly made sense.

You finish your walk around the school and head back to the entrance. Four girls are waiting for you there on the steps. They all straighten as you approach. They look your age, seventeen and lovely in their tied-off, white blouses that cup their braless tits and leave their flat stomachs bare. Their skirts swirl as they rush over.

“Is this him? Ms. Warren?”

“Mmm, he’s handsome.”

“Ooh, I want him in my dorm.”

“You’re going to love my pussy!” the last girl says, lifting up her skirt to flash a shaved twat at you. She’s dyed her curly hair a bright teal, her brown eyes smoldering with heat. “So you want to join my dorm.”

“Naw, you want mine,” says the girl with the smallest breasts. Her brown hair falls in a thick braid that she has slung over her shoulder. An old-fashion camera, not a digital one, swings around her neck. “Trust me, the Devas’ Dorm is where it’s at.” She lifts her camera. “We have a lot of fun. You should see the pics I take.”

“This is Meg Hargrave,” Ms. Warren says. “She’s head of the Devas’ Dorm.”

“I bet you take some great photos,” you say, grinning at her.

She winks back and mimes taking a photo of you. “Click-click.”

“And the one who flashed her twat at you is Tina Sommer.”

“Head of the Demonettes,” Tina purrs. “We like to live up to our name.”

“Yukiko left an impression,” you say. “And you definitely have.”

“Mmm, but you should join the Tennyo,” says the bustiest of the four, undoing her knots and letting her large boobs spill out. They’re big and soft and sway before her. They ripple as she shakes them at you. “Why settle for some itty, bitty titties when you can have mine.”

“Fuck,” you groan. You have died and gone to schoolgirl heaven.

“That’s Mariah Grenville,” Ms. Warren says.

“Don’t let her sell the Angels short,” the last girl says. “I’m Daphne, and the Angels are the sweetest, sultriest bunch of girls you’ll ever meet. We’ll melt your bones and drain your balls.” She licks her lips, her green eyes sparkling. Long, auburn hair falls down her face while she shakes her hips. She moves those like she’s had a lot of practice. Her legs are toned, reminding you of a cheerleader.

When she does a high kick and places her foot on your shoulder, her pink-and-black tartan skirt sliding back to reveal a trimmed, red bush, she confirms your theory. She winks at you.

“So, you have your choice of which dorm you want to spend your year with,” says Ms. Warren. “I know it’s tough, champ, but you look like a man who knows how to take what you want.”

You groan, wanting that. But you also have so many questions. There is something off about this place, and that fence around it… That fence means serious business. It would be so easy to just choose a dorm and discover the delights of St. Miriam High instead of worrying about how this place exists, but..

But first, you have a dorm to select.

To be continued…

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