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Story Codes: Teen male/Teen female, Teen male/Teen females, Oral, Anal, Ass to Pussy, Rimming, Creampie School, Facial

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Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Finally, the orgy peters out. Then the girls are getting exhausted. They fall off into piles across the bed. Cute Lilly Pond pulls you down, clinging to your arm. She snuggles up to you, much of her shyness having melted away during the wild orgy. She gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

“Night, champ.” She rubs her breasts into your arms, the round mounds feeling wonderful.

“Night,” you say.

“Such a stud,” groans Daphne. She takes your other side, clearly pulling rank as the leader of your dorm to snuggle up to you. She spills her large breasts around your arm, sandwiching it.

The lights flick off. Ibtihaj rushes back. She steps onto the bed. Magdalena gasps. “Sorry,” Ibtihaj groans. “I didn’t see your hand.”

“Fine,” Magdalena mutters.

There is some chatting as you fight off sinking into sleep. You need some answers to your past. And there is something… off about this place. These schoolgirls, while amazing, are not behaving the ways girls should. You guess this could really be some sexually liberated paradise, or maybe girls are a lot hornier than you ever realized.

The idea of a girls’ boarding school secluded up in the mountains and full of lesbian orgies is something you hope is real, but you just feel it can’t be. As you lie there, waiting for all the girls to really fall into sleep, you are half-expecting the floor to drop out from beneath you. To drop you into something else.

You can’t imagine what, though.

Your cock twitches. You can’t believe how much stamina you had this evening, either. You were a real champ. A stud. You pleased these girls. You smile, trying not to think too hard on it while your dick stays erect.

At least it makes staying awake harder.

Their breathing all sounds regular, especially the two on the other side of you. You have your cover story already figured out. What you’ll say if they catch you. It’s simple, really. It’s the only thing that you can say.

That you have to piss.

It’s the perfect excuse. Of course, the bathroom’s attached to their dorm, but you can pretend you didn’t remember that. Another good excuse to get out and go wandering. You draw in three quick breaths, pumping yourself up for this.

A thrill races through you.

With care, you extract your arms from their embrace, leaving behind the warmth of their soft breasts. They whimper. Lilly reaches out for Daphne as you stand up. You just slip out of their way as the pair pulls each other together, snuggling in sleep. They all are coupled up, Ibtihaj with Magdalena, Hui with Nicolesa, Terra and Ji-Young, and Dominica with Erin. You pad across the room to the door.

You carefully twist the handle. You step out into the hallway and realize that there are three other dorms full of girls that can catch you. You’re naked, but that doesn’t bother you. Not the way this school is acting.

Breathing shallowly, you creep down the hallway, hoping the Tennyo, the dorm across from the Angels, doesn’t hear you. Your heart thunders in your chest, the blood pumping wildly through your veins. You reach the end of the hallway and slip into the lounge.

You almost jump in shock. Sleeping on one of the couches is a girl. Her arm is dangling off the side. She has the student council’s signet ring gleaming on her finger, a teddy bear hugged in her arm. Her brassy-brown hair half-conceals her face. You remember seeing her sitting at the Tennyo table.

Swallowing, you head towards the front door, hoping she doesn’t wake up. You have no idea why she’s out there. Maybe she had a fight with her dorm. Maybe she was just… hugging her teddy bear and fell asleep. It didn’t seem like the most normal activity.

You reach the front door and crack it open. The night air gusts through. It ripples across your skin. It has a chill to it. You’re going to regret going naked now. You hope it’s not too cold, or if any girl does spot you, she’s going to be disappointed in what your packing.

Well, you think, it’s not like I have any competition here.

You close the door behind you just as softly. You stare out at the dark lawn. The building is a dark shadow before you. To your left, across the back lawn, is the first to the teacher’s cabins. A light is on in one window. Do they patrol at night?

You decide to go for the front door to get in. It puts the school building between you and the teachers’ houses. You step out on the grass, the blades cool on your feet. You get a dozen feet when the clouds overhead part. The moon’s soft glow shines down on you. Suddenly, the lawn isn’t a sea of darkness, but a bright plane, every blade of grass highlighted in silver.

You groan, feeling decidedly naked.

You break into a run for the corner of the building. You haven’t stretched, but you feel your muscles responding. A natural form, something practiced, propels you fast across the grass. It feels natural to do this. You cross the distance in a few seconds and vanish around the corner safe from any spying eyes.

You press against the wall and pant. Not from the exertion, but the excitement of sneaking around the school at night. You smile, feeling like a ninja. You feel a vague sense it’s a game you would have played younger. At night, out in the yard, chasing your friends around.

You pad along the building wall and clear the cafeteria. You cut a diagonal towards the front door, jogging again, but not out of fear of being caught, just impatience. You really, really have to pee. You reach the double doors.

Tug on them.

To your relief, they’re unlocked. You hadn’t considered that, but given that this school is so remote, they probably don’t need to worry about it. You doubt the girls sneak out that often. Probably too busy scissoring each other, you think, grinning. You picture that little Miku freshman grinding her virgin twat on another nubile, fourteen-year-old cutie.

You pad down the hall to the restroom. No men’s room, you see, just a sign marked W.C., something you remember seeing in England. You pause and realize you must have been to England to know about Water Closets.

You do your business and are now ready for why you came here. The records. Time to find out just who you are and why you came here. There must be a reason you were chosen or something that will give a clue to what is really up with this place.

Well, it’s always possible you really are the luckiest guy in the world. Or you somehow are in heaven and got not the ninety-nine virgins, but two hundred or so girls and mature women all ready to cater to your whim.

Schoolgirl heaven…

If you’re dead, then how did you die? If you’re not…

The office is also unlocked. You step inside and scan around. You’re not sure where it will be. Not in the headmistress’s office. Behind the secretary’s desk are file cabinets. You move around it and study them in the dim light coming from the Emergency Exit sign over the door. The soft green is the only light in here.

At least they have safety regulations up in heaven, you think with a smile.

One filing cabinet is marked A-F, G-I, J-P, Q-Z. Looks like you found it.

You reach for the appropriate drawer. You pull it open and can just make out the nametags on them. You roll your shoulders and decide to risk a little light. You turn on a small reading lamp on the secretary’s desk. It illuminates a bodice ripper romance lying on the desk. It has a white bookmark thrusting out, a pink tassel draped over the side. The lamp’s on a bendy arm that lets you aim it at the cabinet.

You glance at it and see student names. You smile and dig through them. You find yours and pull it out. You open it up and see a picture of yourself printed in color on the side. Name. Date of birth. Your parents’ name. Has your hair and eye color. Your nationality and ethnicity. A brief transcript of your academic career. The schools you attended. You flip the page to the next one.

You find it labeled “Fitness Report.”

Subject is a healthy male of seventeen years. Physically active. In the top percentile among his peers in physical competition. Shows an aggressive drive to win. Strong personality. Subject shows a marked desire to achieve his goals, all of which are either social or athletic in nature. Has won several awards in the arena of football and track and field.

Well liked by his peers. Affable despite his drive. A friendly nature that promotes social bonds in both same-gender and mixed-gender environments. No sign of substance abuse or aberrant behavioral traits not desired for the Campus. While the subject has an ego, he shows no signs of vain narcissism.

Well regarded by most of his teachers, all of whom spoke of his physical desire. His intellectual achievements are not as impressive. Subject is no idiot, but he doesn’t apply the rigors to be more than a middling student. He has channeled his energies into other aspects of his life.

Out of the seventeen-thousand-three-hundred-and-five males between the ages of fourteen and seventeen that have been observed, this subject falls in the top percentile of candidates and should be given due consideration for the Campus.

The subject may be just what is needed.

“The fuck is this?” you mutter as you read over it. “The Campus? Is that what they’re calling this place. And subject?”

It’s like reading a scouting report, only it’s so clinical. They chose you out of seventeen-thousand other guys. It’s flattering, but the way they describe you… How they were studying you… Clinical. Detached. This definitely feels above and beyond your normal scrutiny for a school to invite a male student.

“Well, the nurse and headmistress did say they wanted the perfect male to be the pilot student,” you mutter, remembering the conversations you had with them hours and hours ago.

You turn the next page.

The Board has taken your recommendation for the final round of candidates under advisement. Projections show that this subject shows the greatest chance of integration. Approved for recruitment.

That was all that was on it. The following pages are medical history. Yours. You can see that you once broke a bone when you were seven and again when you were eleven. You had a concussion at fifteen from playing football. Your wisdom teeth were removed a year ago. Other than that, you’ve had no major surgeries. Standard illnesses: cold, flu, chickenpox as a child. Your vaccines are all up to date. You’ve never even had an STD.

“The fuck is going on here,” you say. It still feels off to you. You put it back in and then decide to check another girl. Daphne Allard, the head of the angels.

You dig around until you find hers. You pull hers out. The first page is identical to yours. It has all the physical, racial, and ethnic descriptions, along with a younger picture of her. She looks fourteen and has braces.

You turn the page and see another report. It’s written like yours. She’s described as “subject” and is being scouted for the school like you. She was scouted of a larger pool of potentials than you. Ninety-seven thousand three hundred and five. The amount boggles your mind. They sifted through that many girls to find forty for a class.

There was a letter approving her. Then her medical history. She had pneumonia real bad as a kid that required hospitalization. She was given a prescription to the pill at twelve. Nothing else that stands out.

You pull out another file from her drawer. Chadana Annad. There’s a bright and smiling face of an Indian girl, her hair black, her skin a reddish brown. Her date of birth makes her fourteen, so she’s one of the freshmen.

She was selected out of the same pool of girls as Daphne.

Same as Sissy Allen, Paquita Alamilla, and Scarlett Ashley, all sophomores. Tamra Abramson, a junior, also shows she was selected from the same pool of girls. The one thing that you notice is their aptitude for social situations, their delight in male attention, and their lack of any dark personality traits.

“What the fuck does this all mean?” you wonder as you close the drawers.

You glance at the other filing cabinets. One is labeled financial records. You open that one and find lists of items being brought in. Food. School supplies. Clothing. Bedding. Furniture. It seems like all the things you’d need for a boarding school.

Another drawer had employee files. You rip that one open and spy the teacher’s names. The first one is Abraca, Balbinia, the school nurse. You rip that one out and it’s all but identical to the students’. She was scouted out of a potential pool of three-thousand-and-nine licensed practitioner nurses. They have her work recorded. She’d never worked at a school before but at hospitals. Nothing that impressive.

You find the Headmistress’s next: Warren, Doris. Same thing, only she came from a pool of five-thousand-and-twenty-seven school administrators. She’d worked as a high school teacher then graduated to administration role and had been principal for two different schools. You close the folder, the itching growing at your thoughts. Why would anyone go to all this effort for a school?

Many of the other filing cabinets are empty. There are no records for past employees. Nor for students that have graduated. The other girls told you that there were classes above them. So where were their records?

Stored off-site? Backed up on the computer?

You sit down at the secretary’s desk and wake up her computer. And come face to face with a login screen. Username and password. You search around the desk, looking for a sticky note with that information. You lift the keyboard and rummage around in the drawers. You find a vibrator and another romance novel.

You aren’t a computer guy. You use them, but you couldn’t hack into them. Maybe there was a girl at the school who was good at it. Someone that you could recruit into investigating this stuff with you. There has to be someone else at this school that finds it a little weird.

You can start feeling out other girls tomorrow.

You poke around in the headmistress’s office. Her computer, too, requires a login. Sadly, she didn’t write down her password. You do find a picture of her with a young girl, her daughter, that’s in her drawer and not out on her desk.

She has a day planner. You pull it out and see it’s on today. “He arrives. Busy, busy, busy. I hope he’s handsome. I haven’t had a cock in so long.”

She definitely was horny for you

You flip back through it. There are meetings over the summer months. Training. Planning. There’s no entry before June 23rd. On the 24th it says, “First staff meeting went good.”

Maybe she’s new and just started?

You find nothing else of note. You search the deputy headmistress’s office and don’t even find a day planner. She’s got a calendar, but it’s a school year one, so it runs from September to June and it has some notes for this month, nothing that stands out as important.

You sigh. You’ve been at this for hours and only found more questions. You need to get into the computer system. That needs to be your next goal. You don’t know how to find help, though. You’ll need to pay attention to the girls.

You head towards the door when a flashlight dances across the window. Light spills momentarily into the office, freezing you in your tracks. Your chest seizes up. Footsteps echo down the hall. You duck behind the secretary’s desk.

Light dances through the office. “Administration’s clear,” a bored voice says. Female. Irish lilt to her words. “Don’t see anyone.”

“You hardly looked, Chevonne,” said a second girl. “We have to do a thorough job.”

“There’s no one out of bed, Feliciana,” the Irish girl responds. “No one wants to get punished. It’s so pointless to do that.”

“You want to tell her that?” Feliciana asks. She opens the door to the office.

You hold your breath as the flashlight dances across the wall. It spills over the top of your desk. You pull your foot back, heart racing. Punishment? Probably just demerits or something. That was how these schools operated.

But then again, Terra mentioned spankings, and she is the head of the Inquisition Squad for the student council.

Are they going to come in here? The idea of being spanked isn’t something you’re down with. Now doing the spanking, on those fine girls snooping in the door, why not. That’s something you want to do to those girls snooping around.

The door opens.

Your stomach tenses. The flashlight shines wildly around and spills over the filing cabinet. The light dances off of it. Flares of stabbing light from the metal parts hits your eyes. You hold your breath. If she comes farther into the room…

“Anyone here?” Chevonne asks. “Inquisition Squad. Show yourself.”

“Really?” Feliciana says. “Just announcing us?”

“See, no one here.” She shuts the door. “I want to get back to bed. I’m tired. Tomorrow, we might get a chance to enjoy him.”

“The seniors are going to monopolize him. Those Angels think they’re top shit.”

Their voices fade as they head down the hallway, becoming indistinct. You hear the front door opens. You wait a few seconds and then crawl out. You pad around the desk and head to the door. You creak it open and peer out in the hallway. You don’t want anyone to know you were here. If they’re going out at the front, they’re probably sweeping around the outside of the building. You head to the doors and stare out the windows.

Their flashlights are coming from the left. They’re heading towards the gym. You wait until their light fades and vanishes. The air feels cooler than before. You realize you have a sheen of sweat over your skin, chilling you.

You move across the lawn for the dorms, sweeping out to round the cafeteria. The dew soaks your feet. You reach the edge. You peer out around the corner. You don’t see any sign of the Inquisition Squad. They didn’t seem to be moving fast. Going slow. Through the motions.

You judge the distance. You can run that in a few seconds. You have memories of springing in full football padding. You got this easily. You burst out of cover, legs stretching to a full run. You cross the distance, feet almost gliding across the grass. You reach the edges and dart up the stairs.

You reach the door and are about to yank them open when you remember the girl with the teddy bear sleeping on the couch. You don’t want to make noise. The sounds of voices drift through the night, too.

You glance to your right. The patrollers are about to round the far side of the cafeteria as they finished their circle of the school.

With care, being that ninja, you crack the door open and creep inside. The hinges swing. You wince at every sound. You slip inside and close it slowly shut, cutting off the sounds of the girls talking. Through the window, you see them stepping around the corner, their flashlights sweeping.

Teddy bear girl is still sleeping on the couch. She looks cute. You ignore her, though, and head down the hallway. You reach the door to the Angels and twist it open. You slip into the room, hear the sounds of breathing.

“You shouldn’t sneak out,” a voice whispers beside you.

You jump.

Erin is standing there, the redhead’s green eyes gleaming. Her arms are folded beneath her breasts. She flicks her gaze up and down your body, and you tense. Does she know how long you’ve been gone? Your heart is beating from your run.

“Terra won’t be happy if you sneak out. She’s Inquisition Squad.”

“Yeah, I just was looking for the bathroom.”

Erin glanced at the other door in the room, the one to the side. “Forgot where it was?”

“Yeah,” you lie. “Headed out to find one, but couldn’t.”

“Mmm, yes, must have gotten lost for a while. Unless…” She grins. “You were slipping out to play with another dorm. Daphne might kill you then.”

“It’ll be our secret, won’t it?” you ask, sliding your arm around her.

“Oh, maybe,” she says then glances at the restroom. “What are we doing?”

“Well, I said I had to use the restroom. I need some help finding it.”

“Mmm, can’t have you getting lost again,” she whispered, a big grin on her face. “I’ll be here to keep an eye on you.”

You open the door to the restroom and step in. A light flickers on automatically, momentarily blinding you. Wincing against it, you blink as your eyes adjust onto the restroom. There are ten sinks, each one with different bath and beauty products around it. There are three stalls and an open shower at the far end. No privacy at all. Towels sit on a shelf, all white and neatly folded.

“No urinals, huh?” There hadn’t been any in the water closet either.

“You think they’re going to install them just for you?” she says.

“Don’t know,” you say. “They went to a lot of trouble to bring me here. To choose me.”

“Oh?” she asks. “Did they?”

“Yep, scouted me.”

“Lucky you.” She grabs your naked ass as you head for the nearest stall. “Lucky me, too, because I get to play with you.”

“So, how did you get to come here?” you ask.

“My parents applied,” she says. “Why?”

“That’s it.”

“Well, I guess so. That’s what I was told. You know, it’s a great honor to come here. It’s very prestigious. I was lucky to get to be chosen to be here.”

“And the girls that have graduated. Were they lucky?”

“I guess,” she says. “I mean, not as lucky as our class. We get you in our year. Mmm, the first boy I’ve seen in a long time.”

“Oh?” you ask, opening the door to the stall. “No brothers? No boys in your community?”

“I have a brother.” The stall door creaks shut behind you. She catches it with her hand.

“You watching me pee?” you ask, looking behind you.

“Never seen a boy do it,” she says.

Luckily, you spent enough time browsing around in the office to need to urinate again. You turn to the side and she comes up beside you, staring at your half-hard cock. She has an eager look on her face as you let loose your stream.

“You’re not even shy,” she says.

You shrug. “That’s because you’ve never used a pee trough.”

“What?”

“You know, a pee trough. Just a big metal trench everyone pisses in. It’s slanted so the piss runs to the drain.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yep. You find them in older places. So, I mean, no big deal.”

“I’m glad I’m not a boy,” she says as you finish up. Then she giggles and grabs your cock. “Got to shake it, right. Get that pee out.”

“I think you just wanted to touch my cock,” you say.

She grabs a wad of toilet paper and says, “Maybe.”

You groan as she swabs the tip. It’s clear she’s looking to do more with you. She sinks down before you, a hungry glint in her eyes. You run your hand through her hair as she licks her tongue across the clean tip.

“So… No boyfriend?”

“I said I haven’t seen a boy in, what, three years.”

“Surely when you go home on break, you see guys. Your dad. Your brother. I mean, that boy next door that you beg to pump and dump his jizz in you because you’re going cock mad.”

She pauses, giving you a confused look. “It’s a boarding school. You’re here until you graduate. D’oh.”

She engulfs the tip of your cock and sucks. You swallow, knowing that doesn’t sound right at all. Your mind flicks to the fence around this school. Tall. Old. Wrought iron with those sharp points bristling along the top.

What was up with this school?

Erin’s tongue dances around your cock. It feels incredible, drawing your thoughts from these worries. She twists her head, sliding her mouth around your shaft and sending rapture shooting down your shaft to your balls.

“Fuck,” you groan, enjoying your first bathroom BJ.

You grip the side of her head, loving that sucking, slurping delight that wreathes your cock. You smile in delight. This amazing bliss surges down your cock with her every suck. Her head twists, rubbing your cock into the roof of her mouth or the inside of her cheeks. The change in texture sends delight racing through your body.

For a girl who hasn’t seen a boy in three years, she certainly is sucking with ripe hunger. Your balls tighten. Tense. Your chest rises and falls. The pleasure surges through your body, the pressure building and building in your balls with her every suck.

“Mmm, look at you, you little slut,” you say, “you just love worshiping my dick.”

She winks at you.

You shudder at her slurping hunger. She sucks with such delight at your cock. You remember that one comment in the files. “Subject shows delight in male attention.” That was certainly true of Erin. You grin down at her as she sucks at your cock.

“Bet you want me just cumming on your face.”

She pops her mouth off and groans, “Shower me, big boy!”

You groan as she re-engulfs your cock. She nurses with powerful sucks, her green eyes fixed up at you. Her red hair sways down her back. Her tongue dances, nimble and delicious, around the crown of your cock.

Then she slides her mouth forward. She takes more and more of your cock. You reach the back of her throat. This look of concentration appears in her eyes. She pushes forward, her hands grabbing your hips. Her gullet relaxes.

Then she swallows your cock.

“Fucking hell,” you groan as she deep-throats you with determined skill, hardly gagging at all.

She nurses on you. Sucks with hunger. Your dick throbs inside her gullet. She moans, her passion humming around your cock. Vibrating. Her lips slide further and further down your shaft. Closer and closer to your bush.

She presses her lips right into your thick pubic hairs. She nuzzles into you. A smile grows on your lips as she makes your cock feel amazing. She swallows, massaging you with her throat. She moans louder. Your groans echo through the bathroom.

You’re coming closer and closer to erupting.

To firing your jizz onto her face.

“Fuck, Erin, you really want me to paint you in my cum!”

She winks at you.

She slides her pink lips up your shaft, sucking the entire way. Her flushed cheeks hollow from the force of the suction she creates. The pleasure surges through your body. The pressure rises in your nuts. Your cum is coming closer and closer to a boil.

You groan, savoring every moment of her sucking. She reaches the tip of your cock, her tongue playing with the sensitive crown. You snarl and seize the sides of her head. You rip her mouth off your cock.

“Fuck!”

You erupt.

Your cum fires from your dick and splashes across her face. You splatter her in your jizz. You paint her features in all that spunk. The pleasure slams into your mind with every eruption. Delight burns in her green eyes. She opens her mouth.

Cum lands on her pink tongue.

Your pearly spunk paints her chin and cheeks. Splashes across her forehead. Runs down the bridge of her nose. Her pink tongue sweeps out to scoop up the spunk. She moans in delight, savoring your jizz like it were the best thing in the world.

“Shit,” you pant as your last spurt of cum doesn’t fire out with much power. She thrusts her tongue out and catches it. The jizz spills over her pink tongue. She quivers in delight, shivering there as she pulls her tongue back into her mouth.

“Big boy, you can cum on my face whenever you want,” she moans. “I mean it.”

“I bet every girl here would let me.”

“Probably.” She grins. “We’re all horny sluts.”

“Just aching for some male attention, huh?”

“Fuck, yes!” She grins at you. “And you’re the only one for a hundred miles. Lucky you, big boy.” She grabs your cock. “What do you say? Want to fuck me in the ass before we slip back in with the others?”

“You don’t think this school is weird,” You ask as you let her lead you out of the stall into the rest of the bathroom.

“Why do you think that?” she asks before she bends over. She thrusts her ass right at you and wiggles it back and forth. Her butt-cheeks have a firm divide, that delicious crack hiding her asshole.

“I mean, the fence, the Inquisition Squad, no one leaving on summer break or holidays.”

“It’s just how St. Miriam’s is run.”

“No concerns at all.”

She looks over her shoulder at you, cum dribbling down her face. “Look, big boy, don’t worry. This isn’t a prank. We’re not going to pull a fast one on you. We’re just horny girls and we’re allowed to express ourselves. Enjoy it. There’s nothing weird going on.”

Well, Erin definitely wasn’t someone to help poke around. Not if she didn’t have any doubts. But there had to be some girl who found this a little off. Someone who was into computers. You move up behind her and press your dick into her crack.

You’d have to be on the watch for them tomorrow. Right now…

You have a tight, hot asshole to fuck.

You press your cock against Erin’s puckered sphincter. She groans, her cum-splattered face twisting in delight as you rub your cock, lubed only by her spit, against her asshole. You’re not surprised by how easily her anal ring surrenders to your dicks.

These girls have been using toys on themselves and each other for years. All they had until you.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you realize there are one-hundred and fifty-nine other teenagers at this school all horny for your cock. You shudder as more and more of her asshole swallows your dick. This amazing, velvety bliss massages you.

“Yes!” she moans in delight. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s good.”

The door opens and a girl gasps. “You two shouldn’t be doing that in here.”

Shy Lilly Pond rushes over, her black hair falling loose, her round breasts jiggling. Dark-red nipples harden as she reaches you. She bites her lower lip as you draw back your hips, savoring Erin’s wonderful bowels. The redhead squeezes about you.

“Relax, Lilly, sex is allowed in here,” Erin says. “You make it sound like he’ll be in big trouble just for cornholing me.”

“Cornholing?” Lilly’s face blanches. “That’s such a dirty word for something…”

“Dirty?” you suggest.

Lilly shifts. “I mean… Sex is beautiful.” She clamps a hand over her mouth and quivers there like she wants to melt away.

You pull her close to you, pressing her against your side as you slam your cock deep into Erin’s bowels. You savor that wonderful grip of the redhead’s asshole around your cock. That wonderful passion surging over you with every plunge into Erin’s asshole. Lilly’s hazel eyes gleam before you.

You claim her lips in a kiss as you fuck Erin hard. Lilly melts against you, her arms sliding around your neck. Her tongue dances with yours. She’s such a sexy girl. The wet folds of her pussy rub against your thigh. You grab her ass, gripping her toned rump as you savor her shaved pussy lips on your skin.

“Pound my ass, big boy!” gasps Erin, the reflection of her face contorting with passion. “Yes, yes, fuck me hard!”

You do just that. You drive your cock deep and hard into her bowels. Her velvety flesh is bringing you closer and closer to that eruption. To that wonderful moment when you’ll spurt blast after blast of spunk into her bowels.

Your tongue dances with Lilly’s. Her rump flexes beneath your groping hand as she humps her pussy up and down your thigh. Her juices run down your leg. She tastes so sweet on your mouth, her eyes closed as she savors the kiss.

“Fuck, big boy!” Erin moans. “That’s it. Just like that. I’m going to cum on this cock. Oh, yes, yes! Then you have to fuck Lilly with it!”

Lilly breaks the kiss to moan, “Yes, yes, fuck me with your big dick! You’re so amazing.” Her hazel eyes are dazzling.

“Shit!” you groan, your dick on the verge of erupting. You slam hard into Erin. You bury to the hilt in her, your heart pounding in your chest. Your balls tighten.

“Cum in my fucking ass!” howls Erin. “Yes, yes, yes!”

You bury to the hilt in her and erupt. Your hot cum fires into her velvety bowels. The pleasure hammers into your mind. Bright explosions of bliss that send stars bursting across your vision. You pant and groan, your hand squeezing tight about Lilly’s rump. You hold her as you pump all that jizz into Erin’s bowels.

“Cum in her!” whimpers Lilly, grinding her cunt on you. “I love the taste of cum. I had no idea I would, but it’s amazing. You’re amazing!”

You grin at her as you ride through your orgasm, Erin’s anal sheath milking your balls dry. Her rippling asshole feels amazing as you fire the last blasts of your cum into her bowels. You suck in deep breaths, your heart hammering away.

Then you rip your cock out of her bowels. “Where do you want my cock, Lilly.”

“My pussy,” she moans without hesitation.

“You are a dirty girl,” you say.

She blushes. “Maybe that’s why I’m on the swim team so I can always jump in and get clean.”

“Maybe.”

You back off and she bends over. She thrusts her rump at you even as she buries her cute face between Erin’s butt-cheeks. The shy girl doesn’t even hesitate. Her black hair spills over the redhead’s rump, hiding the action.

But you can hear it.

The naughty licking. The wicked sucking. Lilly’s slurping up your cum while wiggling her hips back and forth. It’s clear that she’s just eager to devour all your spunk. A rush of heat surges through you as you stare at her shaved pussy.

Your dick is dirty with Erin’s asshole, but Lilly doesn’t care. I mean, she’s happy licking your cum out of Erin’s butthole. You grin, liking how nasty the girls here could get to please you. Almost makes you not want to find out more about this place.

But…

You slam your dick to the hilt in Lilly’s cunt. She moans her delight, clenching down her pussy tight around your cock. She wiggles her hips from side to side, clearly intending to polish your dick clean. You groan, enjoying every moment of it.

Her pussy feels absolutely delicious around your cock as her silky twat buffs you. You stay buried in her for a minute, just savoring her while she licks Erin clean. The redhead’s face is twisting with delight in the mirror.

“Oh, yes, yes, Lilly!” she gasps. “Get that tongue in there and lick out all of his cum! Mmm, big boy, she’s going to town on me.”

“I bet she is,” you say and draw back your hips, pulling your cock out of Lilly’s cunt.

She keeps squeezing down on you, using her pussy to buff you clean. It’s a rush. You savor it as you slam back into her twat. Your balls smack into her clit while your dick buries hard and deep into her snatch. Her moans are delicious. She sounds like she’s in heaven.

And so are you as you slam back into her pussy. You bury into that juicy twat, savoring that hot flesh squeezing about you. You groan, your back arching. The pleasure surges around you. It’s just delicious. It’s wild and wicked to fuck her with a dirty dick. Your balls crack into her flesh. Your crotch spanks her tight rump.

It has just the right amount of jiggle to it.

“Damn, Lilly!” you groan. “You want my cum spurting in you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, her hips wiggling from side to side. “I absolutely do.”

“Good!” you groan, driving your dick deep and hard into her pussy.

Her snatch clenches tight about you. It’s an enjoyment for you to experience. You groan, savoring the wonderful delight of her snatch squeezing about you. The pleasure shoots straight down to your balls.

Lilly starts sucking on the redhead’s asshole. Erin starts moaning. Her red hair tosses. She shivers and adds her moans to Lilly’s muffled groans. The redhead throws a look over her shoulder. Her flushed face brims with ecstasy.

“She’s sucking your cum out of my bowels’ depths! Isn’t she a dirty girl, big boy?”

“As dirty as you!”

“You better fucking believe it!” she gasps. “Oh, god, Lilly. Finger my twat while you do that. I want to cum again!”

Lilly’s hand moves. Then Erin gasps. Her head shoots forward. You smile, knowing Erin’s pussy is getting penetrated, that her cunt is gripping Lilly’s fingers the way the black-haired girl’s twat is clutching about your thrusting dick.

The friction is building that pressure. It’s bringing you closer and closer to that moment of release. You groan, your heart pounding in your chest. You’re coming so close to erupting. You shiver and groan, burying your hard dick into her pussy.

Her hips wiggle faster. She’s stirring her cunt around your cock, her pussy growing hotter and hotter. You groan, your hands sliding up and down her sides. You slide down to caress her stomach, feeling her belly quivering.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you, Lilly?” you ask, stroking her stomach in circles.

“Yes!” she moans. “Oh, I love your cock being in me! It’s amazing!”

Her pussy spasms with wild delight around your cock. She moans into Erin’s asshole. You plow into her writhing twat. Her flesh sucks at you. The pleasure she’s delivered to you brings you closer and closer to erupting.

To spilling your seed in her cunt. It’s incredible. You groan, ramming your dick hard into her twat. You pump away with powerful strokes. You plow into her, a big grin on your lips as her naughty twat sucks at you.

“Oh, wow, you’re such a stud!” gasps Lilly. She throws a look over her shoulder. “Why aren’t you cumming yet?”

“Having too much time enjoying your pussy writhing and spasming around my dick!”

“Oh, I love it, too, stud!” she gasps. “I keep cumming and cumming. My pussy is going wild about your dick.”

“So make me cum!” pleads Erin. “Get that tongue back into my asshole!”

“Yes!” Lilly moans and buries her head back down into Erin’s butthole.

Erin moans. Her face twists in delight as you savor Lilly’s spasming pussy. Your balls are tightening. You can’t hold off your orgasm much longer. You grip Lilly’s hips. You hold her tight, pounding her.

The redhead whimpers. She trembles and gasps. She’s joining Lilly in climaxing. Erin’s pleasure ripples through the bathroom, echoing off the tiles. Her body bucks through her pleasure as you bury hard into Lilly’s cunt.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you groan. “That’s it! That’s fucking it! I’m going to just explode.”

“Then explode in her!” Erin moans.

You slam forward into Lilly’s pussy. That wonderful snatch is writhing so hard around your cock. Her young, teenage cunt is just hungry for your cum. They’re all on the pill. No harm in firing your jizz in her.

“Yes!” you snarl.

Your cum fires into her snatch.

You stay buried in her as you dump load after load of your spunk in her. She squeals in delight, her pussy convulsing faster and faster. That silky twat ripples around you. The pleasure is delicious. It’s perfect. It’s just what you need to enjoy.

Each spurt slams that pleasure into your mind. You ride that dizzying high of cumming in her. You clutch her hips as she sucks your cock dry. You pant and groan, stars dancing through your vision. Lilly whimpers, her own spasming dying down. She rubs her cheek across Erin’s butt.

You pant as the pleasure bleeds out of you. Your cock is satiated, but you just want to stay in Lilly’s pussy. So snug and warm in her. She feels incredible wrapped around you. This dizzying heat sweeps through you.

“Oh, god, that was great,” Erin says. Then she straightens and a big yawn ripples across her face. “Ugh, I’m feeling tired now. First period is going to suck. I can’t ever type straight when I don’t get enough beauty sleep.”

“Yeah,” you say as you pull out of Lilly’s pussy. You step back, your chest rising and falling. Then you stare at Erin. “What do you mean, typing?”

“Got my computer class first thing in the morning.” She stretches her arms over her head, her perky ass clenching. “Me and Lilly both.”

“You’re both taking computer courses,” you say, surprised to learn that.

“Yeah, I like computers,” says Lilly. She steps to the side and up to the next sink over. She turns it on and thrusts her hands beneath the spray. You can hear the water gathering. “Swimming is when I zen out, but I really like getting on computers.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of fun,” says Erin. “Plus, we can look at porn. Only way you can get on the internet is in one of the computer classes.”

Lilly splashes water on her face and then says, “Erin, you’re not supposed to do that. You’re supposed to be doing your assignments.”

“They’re boring. And porn isn’t.” She winks at you. “Why, where else am I going to learn how to keep big boy satiated.”

“Yeah,” you say, grinning at her, your mind working. “Any other girls in the computer class.

“Not in our dorm,” says Lilly. “Just me and Erin in that elective. Besides us, there’s Katrina Huber and Chalice Plaskett.”

“And Tina Sommer.”

“I met her.” She’s the head of the Demonettes. She isn’t happy with you for choosing her rival Angels.

“Those are the seniors,” Lilly says. “There are also juniors in the class. Joo-Won Kim and Feliciana Saluccia. And there’s…”

“Anisha Nibhanupudi.” Erin grins. “Her pussy is yummy. And Jenessa Woods.” The redhead bites her lower lip. “We’re missing one. Why can’t I think?”

Lilly snaps her fingers. “Laurencia Blackwood!”

“Mmm, Laurencia Blackwood,” Erin says, fanning her face. “She’s a scorcher. Well, I’m off to bed. You two don’t stay up too late. And don’t let Daphne catch you.”

Lilly freezes.

“It’s fine,” you say, smiling at her. “So, uh, what do you think of a boarding school that you’re not allowed to leave?”

“It took some adjusting,” she said. “I got rarely homesick, but… I made some great friends with the Angels. You know, we really bonded. We get into so much fun together. It’s hard to remember that we don’t speak to our families.”

“Don’t even speak with them?” you ask. “Not on the phone. Not even by email.”

She stares at you in surprise like you should know that, and then she shakes her head and gives you a patient smile. “Right, right, you got hit on the head. I’m sure you agreed to it all. That’s what makes this place so unique. Distraction-free learning.”

You stare at her naked body and arch an eyebrow. “Distraction-free?”

She blushes. “From the outside world. We’re all alone here. Just cozy.”

You let her lead you back to the bedroom, your mind wondering if you could trust Lilly or Erin with your suspicions. Neither of them seems that concerned by the school. Maybe you shouldn’t worry. Maybe you knew all about this and if you didn’t get hit in the head, you wouldn’t be thinking anything was wrong. As you sneak back into the bed to lie down, your thoughts race back to those strange files.

You want to know more. The computers have to be the key. You need someone to help you. You got ten possible someones. You’re getting to know Lilly and Erin. The others are strangers. Should you confide in one of the girls you know or wait and see if one of the others shares more of your concerns?

As you sink into sleep, your mind rolls the possibilities around.

To be continued…

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