The Great Adventure Girl's Academy

Chapter V


I was working in the fuck room fixing up a few things when I heard a noise. Quietly, I put my ear to the door. I heard noises in the outside room. Shit, what if its one of the guys? I couldn't let them know about this room. Worried, I slowly opened the door and peeked through the crack. I saw a girl sitting on the workbench looking at the outside door and fidgeting nervously.

I thrust open the door, quickly closed it behind me, and loudly asked, "What are you doing here?"

The girl came straight up from the bench and screamed. She stood, paralyzed apparently, looking at me.

Sternly, and trying not to laugh, "I asked you what are you doing here?"

"Brandy told me to come," she said.

God Damn it. So much for keeping this our little secret. This must be why she look chagrined when I said don't tell anyone. "What's your name?"

"Sylvia."

I waited. She looked nervous.

"I don't smoke," she said.

"A lot of people don't," I answered. "You haven't answered me, what are you doing here?"

She looked down and shuffled her feet, looked up at me then looked down again.

I tried a different tack. "Why are you at the Academy? What did you do?" I figured if I could get her to answer something that would at least get us started.

"I didn't like to buy things. I shoplifted," she said.

"Nobody gets sent her just for shoplifting. How old were you?"

"Twelve," she said. I looked disbelieving. "No, I was twelve." I waited. "Okay, I did it like ten times and I kept getting caught and brought home by the police."

"You got caught ten times?" I asked. "How many times did you shoplift?"

"I don't know. The psychologist said I had a problem. I don't think I had a problem. It was just easier to put the stuff in my purse than go through the line," she said. "That's why my folks sent me here. I been here since."

"So you came down here to steal something," I accused her knowing full well that wasn't it.

"No. No," she said.

"Maybe you've already grabbed something and hidden it." I walked over to her. "I need to make sure you haven't shoplifted anything. I have to protect the school property. Put your arms out."

She looked startled but did as I said. I went behind her and started to run my hands over her back, down to her butt around to her stomach and then up to her tits. This girl really filled out the school blouse, her tits were a major handful while still being firm and bouncy despite her bra. As I ran my fingers over them, her nipples erected and poked out. I tweeked them as she moaned in pleasure. I leaned very close to her ear and kissed her neck just below and very softly. She jumped. I kissed her again and ran my hands over her generous allotment of tits, "I need to be very thorough," I said. I nibbled her ear and kissed her neck as she shuddered.

Unbuttoning her blouse she finally protested, "You shouldn't."

"I have to make sure you don't have any hidden contraband," I said.

I got her blouse and bra off and when I started to kiss and suck those wonderful mounds she responded, finally getting it, she brought her hands around my neck holding me against her breasts as I licked and sucked at her very erect and hard little nipples. I pulled her skirt and panties off. I continued looking for contraband, kissing her pussy. She spread her legs as my tongue licked along her crack. I looked up, "You are so beautiful. You could be a model."

"No I'm not."

"Oh yes. I think so." I stood up and kissed her. "Really, you could be. I'm serious, pose like a model."

"I'm naked," she protested.

"Be a nude model. Go on."

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She looked at me like I was nuts but looking ill at ease did it. She sort of half hearted took a model's pose, I smiled and waved to continue and she gave me the look that women can get and she was stunning, at least to me. I whistled and she cracked up, giggling like crazy. I started laughing and threw my arms around her. "I tell you, you could be a model."

"You're crazy, but I like you," she said.

That brought me back. I was holding a beautiful naked woman in my arms and I needed to do something about that. I sort of realized these little sexy cuties were starting to change my orientation. I was captivated by these teen babes. I grabbed her hands and said, "Come on," leading her to the door of the love room.

I opened the door and pulled her in. She stopped on the threshold and looked around, looking quite nervous. "Is it what you expected?"

"I guess. Brandy and Cynthia didn't tell me exactly what it was like," she said.

"Are you going to come in?"

She took two steps in and the door closed behind her. She jumped as the latch clicked.

I started pulling my clothes off and piling them on a chair. My cock was already full mast and her eyes were drawn to it like iron to a lodestone. I went to her and she looked up. She looked not exactly nervous, more like she was stunned and disbelieving, like she really hadn't thought this was going to be real. "You okay?"

"I've never done this before," she said quietly.

"Made love?"

"With a guy," she said.

Not all that surprising that she would know about sex with a girl. Who else were all these girls going to practice with, to get off with? Masturbation only goes so far. After that you need someone else's hands and tongue on your privates.

"It's not all that different," I said.

She looked doubtful. "But with a guy it hurts."

"Doesn't have to," I said. "And it can feel really good."

She still looked a bit unsure but didn't protest as I pulled her to the bed. Lying next to her I kissed her gently. We worked up to a more passionate kiss. She was a good kisser, she must have learned from her girlfriends. One of the problems of segregating girls and boys completely is that they have adult sexual needs. We Americans try to pretend that teens are still children but they aren't. Until recently they were married and having kids at that age. The same drives that adults have, teens have, except stronger as those hormones fill their body. If you segregate them from the opposite sex they will have to satisfy themselves with the same sex. The Brits have had that problem for years because they send their sons off to boarding schools to become poofters. When one of Churchill's admirals protested about the traditions of the Navy he supposedly responded, "The traditions of the Navy are rum, the lash, and sodomy." The least I could do was help Sylvia with her needs.

I bent down and took her breast into my mouth. It was more than a mouthful allowing me to suck and tease around her generous mound as I flicked the nipple with my tongue. She moaned and pushed her chest up. I did the other then switched back.

My hand went between her legs, lightly touching her pussy. Her legs opened as I explored her. My finger dipped down to find her wet. I spread the wetness around her pussy and made gentle circles around her clitoris. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing in soft grunts as I massaged her pussy.

Moving down, I lashed her pussy with my tongue. She moaned and gasped as I did. She tasted wonderful; sweet and young. My saliva mixed with her juices to inundate her pussy. I figured it was time.

Moving between her legs I lined up my cock with her opening. She opened her eyes and watched, fascinated and maybe nervous as my cock started to push into her body.

"Ugh," she moaned. Then, "Ow," as my cock broached her opening tearing the hymen and pushing into her pussy. I stopped and waited as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

"Does it hurt?"

She paused and said, "It did for a second. But it doesn't really hurt. It feels funny, like I'm full down there. It's different than a finger."

I started to move again, angling so that my cock was rubbing over her button. "How about now?"

"That's feeling good," she said. I increased the depth of my thrusts as Sylvia closed her eyes again and mewled. I bottomed out and rubbed hard against her body. "Oh God," she said. "That's good."

I smiled and started fucking her. Her pussy was tight and clasped my cock on every stroke. 'Damn,' I thought. I didn't think any of the girls in this place were virgins. I'm glad I got the only one. Of course, she was only twelve when she was sent to this hole.

I was starting to get worked up. I hadn't put on a condom wanting to experience her as a virgin without the barrier of a rubber. But I didn't want her pregnant either. I pulled out, quickly wrapped my whopper in rubber and thrust it back in.

That slowed my climb to climax; rubbers cut the feeling in half for me anyway. I guess that's nice for the women making a guy last longer but it sure sucks as far as I'm concerned.

Sylvia was lost in the experience of her first real fuck, pushing up with her hips but mostly just experiencing new feelings and sensations.

I was getting close and picked up the pace. "Oh God," I said. "I'm going to cum."

She opened her eyes wide and watched intently as I felt the rumbles then the blast of energy as my balls emptied themselves into her pussy. Even as I was cumming my mind was shouting, 'Her first. I'm giving her first cum to her.' It was intense.

I slowed and stopped, looking down at Sylvia. She was still moving a little on my rapidly deflating cock. I waited until it popped from her pussy and rolled to the side. I petted her and asked, "How was it?"

"It didn't really hurt like I thought it would. It was different."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

She paused and said, "Yeah."

Not exactly a ringing endorsement of my technique. Maybe I'll get another chance.

"I should go," she said. "Before Ms. McGregor notices I'm gone."

She stood and used one of the towels, dressed and was gone. I lay and drowsed in the euphoria. What is it about having a virgin that is so enthralling? It isn't intellectual. But it is deep seated in a man. I felt a satisfaction deep in my being. I fell asleep on the bed happy with the world.




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