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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women.
Some of the participants in the story may be under the
age of 18. If you are too young to read about sex
please do not read this.




The Great Adventure Girl's Academy


Chapter V


I was working in the `love' 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 can'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
and 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 up to her tits. I
leaned very close to her ear and kissed her neck just
below and very softly. She jumped. I kissed her again
and brought my hands to her 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 her tits she responded. 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 pointed over across the
room. "Go over there and walk like you are a model."

"I'm naked," she protested.

"Be a nude model. Go on."

She looked at me like I was nuts but did it. She
strode across the room in just her shoes and mandatory
white socks. She looked 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 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 at half 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.

"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 her I kissed her
gently. We worked up to a more passionate kiss. She
was a good kisser, 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. If you segregate
them from the opposite sex they will have to satisfy
them 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
hardly a mouthful allowing me to suck and tease the
whole thing as I flicked the nipple with my tongue.
She moaned and pushed her chest up. I did the other
and 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."

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. 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 and 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 then 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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