0 comments/ 5609 views/ 0 favorites The Academy Ch. 01 By: SexualBlaze05 "JASON! IS THAT YOU?!" yelled a familiar voice while I was in the mall. I turned around to see an old friend of mine from high school. It was Kay, a girl in my class. She hadn't changed much except for becoming even hotter. I was still the taller of course. Standing at 6'3, about 200 lbs. (I wrestled in high school) and skin almost as dark as Kay's hair. Still I managed to keep a nice figure with the weight on. I guess I was a lucky one. Kay was shorter... a lot shorter. She was about 5'3, 5'4, tan about 90 lbs. but she was not anorexic in the least, she was just a small girl, but she had an ass to make up for it (I always like my girls to have a lil' something.) She had a nice set of b cups, but it was all about the ass on her, that's what I liked about her. Looking at her now, that still hadn't changed. Apparently, I had been staring longer than I planned to because her father walked up to me and but his hand on his shoulder, snapping me out of my daze. "Hey son, know how to speak to a young lady when you see her?" he asked with a smirk. "Oh... err... hi Kay, how have you been?" I asked, "You in college yet?" "No... I almost am though! How about you?" she said "I figure I'd do 2 years in community college and then go to UF," I said confidently, "I've been told with my grades, however, I could just go to UF so I don't know," I said. "That's cool... hey! Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked me. "Not that I know of, why? Someone inform you different?" I asked jokingly "Well... sources say I want to have dinner with you tonight at Chili's, 8:00 don't be late," she winked. This is the part of Jason's day where he waits for the hot girl and her protective father to leave before initiating his victory dance or screams 'hell yeah!' Soon after I nodded in agreement she and her dad walked off to some store. "Shazam!" I said with a jump but regained my cool before anyone noticed the black guy just pulled a Dane Cook. I thought to myself, well Jason did come in here for condoms... I guess it's a sign. I pick up the condoms and walk out to the Camero. Damn, nice car and a shot at a REAL nice night, I thought to myself. At 7:45 p.m. I pulled up and looked around. Shit! What the hell was her father doing with her? Damn, I thought to myself, I guess these condoms were a mistake. I slipped them into my wallet, after all, I'd probably pull together a reason to use them after this dinner date. "Hey Jason! You're early!" Kay exclaimed and ran over and hugged me. Her father seemed to have an approval glare upon me. I guess he was happy I was early. "Jason look that's the table we used to sit at back in 10th grade!" she said as she dragged me over, her father following closely behind. A couple hours passed and all of a sudden, Kay's look became serious, almost more than her dad's, which was disturbing. "John... there's another reason I'm glad I ran into you at the mall." She confessed. "Yes?" I leaned into listen better. "Well... the truth of the matter is I'm trying to enter a prestigious academy and I need your help." "Wha...?" was the only thing I could think of saying, this was news to me. "My daughter was accepted into a mostly black college," her father finally spoke up, "A friend of hers said they turned her down simply because it looked like she was ethnically insensitive." "They turned her down because she was white?" I asked. "Sadly yes, I don't want that to happen to my daughter," he said, "That's why we need you to— "Okay... you had right before the point you said you needed me for something." I said, "What can I do?" "Well remember when my father said mostly black school?" she answered, "Well the not white kids are either Spanish, mixed, or down with hip hop culture— "Wiggers," I corrected, "Well, no offense, but you don't look down with hip hop culture, and I doubt you are about to ask me to be your teacher." "You'd be right," she chuckled, "I'm a rocker, plain and simple." "So... where do I come in then?" I asked. "Well this is going to sound pretty twisted..." she started, "But I was thinking— "Pose as her boyfriend so she can get in the school," her father interrupted, "All you have to do is walk in the board room with her, put out a few 'I love you's', a couple of pet names, maybe a kiss, and then she's good." "Whoa... wait wait what?!" I yelled, "You want me to ACT like her man?" "Jason... I was never going to ask you to do this, I respect you way too much," she started, "This was all my father's— "So yet again, you throw a thorn in my life?!" I said as I glared to the father. "You owe it to her after breaking up with her so abruptly," her father snapped back, "She was devasted!" "I only broke up with her because of you!" I said, "She knows this! Every action we took, you were always there with that same fucking look!" "My daughter was becoming a beautiful woman! I needed her to be with a MAN," he smirked, "Not a little boy." I snapped. I reached across the table and latched onto his neck with my left hand and lifted him off the ground. Everyone in the restaurant turned around and murmurs started floating. After all, I may be the taller of us 2 but he was 6'0 200 lbs. The only difference was 3 inches in height. "Jason no!" Kay yelled as she tried to force me to let him go. I dropped him from my grasp. "Look, old man, I never liked you, I still don't, you feel the same way about me," I whispered to him, "The only thing saving you is your daughter, I still have more than respect for her. Kay, maybe we'll talk later. I gave her my number on a napkin and walked out. I looked back and saw her father still on the ground, not hurt but shocked at what just happened. Could he have realized that I was a man back then and still am now? He looked back at me as to study me. No matter how much he tried, for now, I was not something he was going to figure out easily. The Academy Ch. 01 *Everyone in this story is 18+. I don't mention this in the actual text because it kind of ruins the school atmosphere.* Chapter 1 Stacy looked up through her long red hair to where her father was sitting, hunched, driving the car along the dusty road. 'Ha!' she thought, 'As if this dirt trail could even be called a road! I don't think we've seen tarmac for about 3 hours.' She sighed noisily, and went back to reading her book. The car jolted suddenly, bringing her out of a half doze. It seemed that she had woken up just in time: her father was slowing the car down to stop in front of a huge building that was more like a castle than anything else. 'Well, I guess this is it,' Stacy thought. 'Home for the next few years.' Suddenly, her father spoke, breaking the silence that had reigned for the entirety of the journey. "I'm so sorry Stacy. Please don't hold this against me. Your mother wouldn't have wanted you to." She rolled her blue eyes expressively, and opened the car door, stepping out gracefully to grab her luggage from the boot. She was still struggling with her suitcase when her dad came up behind her and easily slipped it out. He looked deep into her eyes, and locked her in his emerald green stare. "I'm so sorry darling." he repeated. "Try to understand. Try at least to be happy. You're still my daughter, after all." "Well, you're sure as fuck not my dad any more." Stacy said, yanking the handle up on her suitcase and grabbing her hand luggage from the boot. "Have a nice life, stranger. Go fuck all the girls you want whilst I rot in boarding school and Mum watches from the grave." And with that, Stacy Ford turned and swayed her way down to the front of the castle, and into her new life. Roger watched her sexy ass, all pretence at sadness gone from his chiselled features. 'Just you wait, you little slut. You'll be thanking me later.' he thought. 'Soon, you'll be just like your mother.' Chapter 2 "So, this is the dining room, this is where we eat at all times, except on special occasions, when we eat in the hall. This is the high table, where the Head sits with all the teachers, and we sit down here, in our houses. Over here.." Stacy watched Ruby chatter on and on, not really paying any attention to what she was saying. Actually, all her attention was fixed on Ruby's ridiculously short skirt, and the underwear peeping out from underneath. Strangely enough, all of the other girls she had seen here were wearing the same kind of thing... Surely this couldn't be the uniform? A question jolted her out of her reverie. "Sorry, what? I was miles away." "Yeah, I noticed! Don't worry, I know it's a lot to take in. I was just wondering if you wanted to go to your room and get settled in?" "Yeah, sure." Stacy nodded, relieved. She didn't think she could take anymore in. This place was huge! "Okay, that's fine," Ruby smiled. "Follow me!" Stacy duly obeyed. They finally arrived in a spacious room, painted cream. There was a massive four poster bed in the middle of it, a bedside table with a lamp, a wardrobe, TV and ensuite bathroom. "Holy shit..." Stacy breathed, "It's nicer than home!" Ruby giggled, and said, "Well, this is home now! Anyway, you look tired, so I'd better give you the uniform." She pulled out a chest from underneath the bed and laid out some of the things inside it onto the bed. "Okay... One pair shoes, regulation heel three inches, plus one pair special shoes, black stiletto 5 inches. Five pair white knee-length socks, for everyday wear and black see-through lace hold-ups, three pairs, again for special occasions. Two red plaid skirts, ten pairs of white regulation underwear, five white shirts and two black ties to be worn whilst lessons are in session. Two mini dresses, one black, one blue, for special occasions plus three lacy thongs. And last but not least, four white bras for everyday and two pink and black with corsets for special. You may wear your own underwear when specified." Ruby said all this with the air of someone reciting a lesson, and then grinned. "You're looking shell-shocked! I'll leave you to unpack in peace. You've got about two hours until dinner, and I'm next door if you need anything, okay?" "Um... Yeah... Sure..." Stacy mumbled. Then Ruby sashayed out of the room. Even in her confused state, Stacy still thought 'Dang, how does she get her ass to do that? She's so frickin' hot!' She looked down at the clothes on the bed, and picked up a skirt, holding it against herself and looking in the wardrobe mirror. It would barely cover her pussy. 'Shit... What has that fucking idiot of a father got me into? What a school...' Chapter 3 Stacy was woken by a bell at 6:30 the next morning. She stretched, and got up to look at herself in the mirror. 'Not bad... I could do with a bit of exercise though...' she thought, examining her naked reflection. She looked down to the short stripe of red hair leading to her juicy pussy, thinking that it needed trimming. Finally, she picked up the clothes she'd flung back into the chest the night before. Putting them in, she thought 'Shit, I look just like a little schoolgirl, but super, super sexy.' It was true. The shirt stretched over her 36DD breasts, and the tiny skirt revealed the tight fitting panties over her now moist snatch. The knee-high socks completed the look, leading down to the high heels on her feet. With her choppy red hair and stunning looks, right now she would be accepted by any movie company as a porn star. She had just finished admiring herself when Ruby bounced in, and took her to breakfast. After that (surprisingly delicious) meal, she went to her first lesson. She walked in and sat in between Ruby and Trish, a brunette beauty she had met the night before. After a few minutes, the teacher walked in, an attractive male named Mr Gallagher. "Right ladies. Welcome back! Today we'll be studying the art of teasing. You'll all learn exactly how to make both men and women have an extremely powerful orgasm, exactly when you want them to." 'WHAT?!!' Stacy thought. 'The uniforms were one thing, but this? Lessons on SEX? What the fuck is going on?' "Okay, Ruby, come up here. I want you to demonstrate. How long do you think you can make me go before I cum?" Ruby smiled and jumped up, clearly enjoying having been picked. She swished her blond hair back and knelt down to unbuckle Mr Gallagher's belt. That done, she slid his boxers down and took his cock into her mouth, sucking on it a few times before standing up and performing a little lap dance. By this time, Stacy was not only thoroughly confused, but also extremely wet. By the time Mr Gallagher had cum (all over Ruby's shirt) she was almost over the edge herself. She was lost in her own thoughts, desperately trying to think of ways of inconspicuously touching herself when she heard her name called. "Sorry?" she asked. "I said, please come up here and lie on the desk." "Why?" "So I can show the class how to make a woman cum exactly when you want her to, of course." This hadn't actually seemed that obvious to Stacy, but she stood up anyway. Then, "No." she said. "What? You're directly disobeying me?" Mr Gallagher asked incredulously. "Yup." "Fine. Go see Mr Harper." Stacy picked up her bag and walked out, silently laughing at the look on all of the students' faces. No way was she going to be some teacher's sex toy, no matter how wet she was. She walked to Mr Harper's office, which was at the end of the corridor. The door was huge and intimidating, with 'G.D. Harper, Deputy Head' written on it in gold. 'I'll go in there and tell him I want out.' she thought. 'And a good fucking too' a naughty voice added inside her head. Five minutes later, she was again being told to lie naked over a desk, this time by Mr Harper. When she refused, he didn't blow up like she expected him to. Instead he simply smiled dangerously, and pushed a button on his desk. Something clicked inside the door, indicating it was now locked. Then a TV she had not previously noticed switched itself on. To her surprise, it showed a movie of a man fucking a woman doggy style. She gasped aloud when she realised it was her father. 'Fuck... His dick is so big...' she thought, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter. "I thought that would do the trick" said Mr Harper after about ten minutes. "Are you ready to be fucked now you little whore? Whilst watching videos of your daddy fucking a hot bimbo?" Right now, Stacy would have said yes to anything. She leant over the desk and pulled her panties down. Without further ado, Mr Harper buried his huge dick inside her. "Ohhhhhh!" she moaned as he plunged deeper and deeper, her eyes still fixed to the screen where her dad was now fucking the woman's ass. "Yes Daddy! Deeper, deeper!"she screamed, now lost in her own fantasies. "Glad to" said a voice to her left. She turned her head, half lost in ecstasy, and saw, standing, watching his daughter get fucked over a desk by a stranger, her father. *Please vote and comment if you enjoyed this story. More to come very soon!* ~Alqueliste~ The Academy Ch. 01 "Covering nearly 2000 acres of land, hidden from the noise and dirt of city life, the Academy is like no other school in Britain. Our teaching emphasises independent thought, discovering oneself and how to get the most out of life. We understand that every young woman is different; goals, hobbies and habits are unique from person to person. To give the best education possible we have small, intimate class sizes, and offer plenty of opportunities for one-to-one sessions with tutors. The opportunity to expand your social circle isn't overlooked, and a variety of events run throughout the year to encourage mingling between students. We look forward to seeing you soon! "Now accepting applicants graduating from sixth-form colleges across the country. Please note that the Academy is an all-girls school, with no male faculty or students. For a full course list, including entry requirements and fees, visit our website." Sarah sighed as she lowered the brochure. The Academy was hyped by rich parents everywhere, but all of its advertising was like any other university: praise with no substance. She had no idea what would await her when the bus reached its destination, or what set the Academy apart from any other place. The bus trundled along through the countryside, and Sarah's mind began to wander. She was startled from her reverie by an excited voice coming from her right. "So, what's your story then?" Looking up, Sarah noticed a smiling brunette had sat next to her. "What brings you on a journey to these hallowed halls?" "Uh, rich parents, mostly." The girl snorted and shook her head. "I'm in shock, really. A rich kid at the Academy is such a rare sight." Her sarcasm was justified. As the Academy wasn't an actual university, they could charge however much they liked, often in excess of £50,000 a year. On top of that, private donations could get an applicant moved further up the list. The reason people put up with it was the Academy's amazing ability to turn even the most useless daughter of a millionaire into someone successful. No one knew exactly what they did, but the investment was always well worth it. Looking over her new companion however, Sarah could tell that she wasn't one of the country's elite - the sort of person that Sarah was. While extremely pretty, she lacked the air of grace kicked into any girl brought up in the kind of family that sent girls to the Academy. And though her clothes weren't shabby, they definitely weren't tailored for her like the clothes of everyone else riding the bus. A wicked grin crossed the girl's face as she seemed to realise what Sarah was thinking. She slouched down in her seat, kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on the seat in front of her. "The name's Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bee. And yes, I did get in with a ticket. No £150,000 debt at the end of all this for me!" She smiled widely at Sarah and added: "There are plenty of empty spaces if I'm cramping your style. I'm afraid I don't quite know the proper etiquette for a bus ride with royalty." "N- No! I'm Sarah, and it's fine, it's great, sitting next to you. I mean, um, I don't... Care? If you're rich or not?" She tried to smile back, but Bee had started laughing uncontrollably and wasn't looking at her. Sarah couldn't believe the chances that, out of over 500 students enrolling that year, she had managed to sit next to one of the two "ticketed" students. The ticket system was a sort of lottery scholarship; girls who couldn't afford course fees applied anyway, and out of those deemed good enough by the Academy two were chosen at random to have everything paid for. "You should have seen the look on my mum's face when I told her. 'You know that secret girl's university that makes it into the papers every couple of months because it's produced the next Richard Branson? Well guess where I'm going to uni!'" Bee started laughing even harder at this point, making Sarah uncomfortable. She had always been reserved, and one of the reasons her mother had pushed so hard to get her in was that she claimed it would get her to "come out of her shell." In Sarah's opinion, her shell was lovely and comfortable and coming out of it would only expose her to awful experiences. But rich or poor, parents get their way and Sarah was packed off for a year at an institution she knew nothing about. Even the subjects were mystifying. Sarah was expected to pick two courses to go with the mandatory one, which wasn't even given a description. The title "Introduction to You" was the only information given, and it was clear that no one outside of the Academy had any idea what that meant. On top of that, there were no lists of second year or beyond modules, which made Sarah suspect that maybe you couldn't continue with your normal studies after first year, instead doing whatever secretive things the Academy taught that couldn't be revealed to the outside world. She had picked Modern History and English Literature, both of which she had done at A Level. Naturally, Sarah was even more nervous than normal on that bus ride. The rest of the journey was uneventful. Bee attempted small talk and Sarah responded politely, but never let herself get into an actual conversation. Soon enough they rolled up to fancy black iron gates that opened onto the biggest lawn Bee had ever seen in her life. The brochure said they had nearly 2000 acres but it was one thing reading it and another thing realising this was a private university the size of a town. If classes were spread across the entire campus it was likely it would take over an hour to get between them. Every girl on the bus was gaping in awe at the sight, pointing out buildings up close and in the distance, and the abundant greenery that filled the spaces in between. It was picturesque, taken straight from a travel brochure, and the girls were treated to a quarter of an hour tour from their windows as the bus trundled up to Margo Hall, which hosted the main auditorium for the Academy. Sarah stuck to Bee as they were ushered inside. She might have been a little put off by the girl's personality, but the fact was that she was the only person Sarah knew at all out of the 500 girls turning up by the busload and a friendly face would help ground her as she faced whatever was going to happen. They found seats in the middle of the auditorium, where they had a clear view but without being so close as to be recognisable to whoever was at the front. Neither of them wanted a member of staff getting familiar with their face on the first day. The room was filled with noise and chatter as everyone gradually found a seat, and the scent of 500 girls wearing expensive perfume worked its way into every nook and cranny. On top of that was the smell of 500 girls who had sat in cars and buses for most of the day in the end of summer heat. Everyone's nerves were too on edge to notice though, and excited whispers could be heard everywhere, swapping theories as to what all the secrecy was about and when the inner workings of the Academy would be revealed. Sarah looked round to see Bee gripping the desk in front of her, breathing deeply as she stared at the stage below where someone was soon to be telling them all about their new university. Sarah wished she could share her enthusiasm, but had to instead stare at her lap and force the bile rising up her throat back down. It was bad enough just wondering what was going on, but now the reveal was nearly there and the tension in the room so strong she couldn't take it. Her entire life for the next year - and probably the two after that - was about to be dictated to her, and no amount of chewing on her dirty blonde hair could calm her down enough. It was all too soon that the lights dimmed and the talking stopped abruptly. Everyone's heads swivelled to stare at the two women walking on the stage, one after another. The first had black hair tied up in an elaborate weave, and was wearing a black trouser suit. Initially she seemed to be wearing an almost angry expression, but when she looked up at the new students her face cracked into a warm, genuine smile. She must have been only a little over thirty, and from what research she had done Sarah recognised her as Madeleine Ascott, the dean's personal assistant, who generally dealt with all PR for the Academy. The dean herself hadn't been seen in public for years. The second woman wore the blue skirt, white blouse and green cardigan of the Academy uniform. From the next day, that would be all Sarah and every other girl in the room was allowed to wear. The skirt went to just below mid-thigh and was pleated. The girl's long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her bright smile beamed up at the new arrivals, showing them all her lightly freckled face as she stood with her hands behind her back at Ms Ascott's side. Once she reached the middle of the stage the dean's assistant stopped for a few seconds, waiting for any residual chatter to disappear, and then began to speak. "Welcome," she intoned in a friendly voice, "to the Academy. For all of you lucky young women sitting in front of me, this is the beginning of the next stage of your life. Never before will you have experienced what you will here, and I assure you that by the time you graduate you will be new people, ready to seize the world in whatever way you wish. "I am Madeleine Ascott, personal assistant to our dean. There will be questions in your mind, and those will be answered in time. It cannot have gone over all of your heads that details of our teaching methods are few and far between outside these gates. It is for good reason as you will soon agree, but first some other information must be given. After all, life isn't all about your studies - while you are here life is about you. Life at the Academy is a period of discovery, of enlightenment, and all of it is tailored to you. Our graduates are successful simply because they know their own limits, their strengths, and how to use them. Instead of factory producing people with the same knowledge, we set you to find out for yourself everything. Nothing is more important than the self. "You will be living in one of two buildings, set across from each other just a few minutes walk from here. Together they make Julia Hall, one being Julia East and the other Julia West. First-year allocation of rooms is random, since they are all functionally the same and it is extremely unlikely that any of you know each other, though it won't be long before that changes. You can take your meals in the main cafeteria that is open 24 hours a day, or you can self-cater. There are communal kitchens between every 7 or 8 girls and plenty of places to buy food on campus. "Your studies will take place in a variety of areas depending on what subjects you have chosen. Our campus is much wider than that however, and all facilities are available for your use. I advise you to send some time off getting to know the place and what it can offer you. Thanks to your, or should I say, your parents' generous contributions," a few laughs came from the crowd of girls, "we have state-of-the-art anything you can imagine. Sports, science, and the fourth biggest library in Europe. All of it is at your disposal to make your time here the best it can be." She took a second to pause and look around at the faces staring down at her. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!" There was a wave of movement across the room as girls who had slumped onto the desks in front of them sat up, eager to know just what was going on in the Academy. "All of your detailed questions can be answered in the class 'Introduction to You,' the only mandatory course here at the Academy. But you will surely be wondering what the class is about. Let me give you a few words from our dean, who I'm sure you all know is one of the founders of this fine institution. "Secrets and lies are both useful tools in a person's life. Yet when growing up, it is important to realise that one must not lie or keep secrets from oneself. Instead, every hidden corner of a person must be brought into the light for appraisal. The most hidden and secretive of body parts is also often considered the tightest. It is through both figurative and literal loosening that the Academy produces such fine examples of womanhood." Confused mutters came from all around as some girls worked out what the dean's words meant, but were sure they must have misinterpreted them. This was a university wasn't it? And not just that, but one of the best in the world? How could this be what makes them so special? "To put it shortly, to open your mind to everything you need to discover, something else must be opened first. Paige, could you turn around for us please?" The pretty student standing next to Ms Ascott spun so she was facing away from the audience and bent over with straight legs, resting her hands on her knees. In this position her skirt rode up so that it barely covered her cheeks, and even the most clueless girl in the room was beginning to realise what was happening. With a flourish Paige's skirt was flipped, revealing her bare ass to the entire room. With a gasp Sarah realised that wasn't all that was revealed however, because there seemed to be a black ring sticking out, a little above the tiny strip of pink and right where she expected Paige's asshole to be. Ms Ascott again paused to take in her audience's reaction. Every girl in the room was too stunned to move or cry out, all eyes locked onto Paige bent over lewdly while their minds tried to comprehend the secret that had been uncovered before their eyes. "As you can see, obedience is one thing we teach here. I doubt many of you would expose yourself like this with a smile!" The dean's assistant paused for a couple of seconds, as if she expected a laugh in response. Sarah heard the unspoken 'yet' and shivered in her seat. "Now you might be feeling intimidated. Do not worry, we will not expect anything like this from you for a long while. Paige is one of our most talented students, and has benefited from two years tutelage under me and the other teachers here. This is simply to show you what you can become." The room was deathly quiet. Ms Ascott reached out a hand to the ring protruding from Paige's backside. Once she had put a finger through she gave it a light tug. Paige gasped at the sensation. "Consider this your first true demonstration of the kind of learning you will undergo here," Ms Ascott said gently to the assembled girls. "And without further ado!" A sickening shhhhlick noise went into Sarah's ears and she closed her eyes tightly, wishing she was somewhere, anywhere but where she was. It was only the screams coming from around the room that got her to look again, and what she saw made her wish she hadn't. Ms Ascott was standing over Paige with the largest sex toy every new student had seen in their life. It was eight inches long, ribbed and nearly two inches in diameter. Made of black latex, it shined more than it should have and Sarah realised it was covered with some kind of lube. Ms Ascott raised it higher, rotating it so that every girl could get a good look at its dimensions. It was with dread that Sarah moved her eyes to Paige. Though halfway up the auditorium, she could get a detailed look at the gaping asshole left behind by the monstrous toy. The ring of muscle was red and strained, and Paige was consciously trying to keep it gaping as long as possible. The hole kept winking, closing then opening wider, giving every girl in the room a good view of her depths. Ms Ascott had clearly decided that the time for words was over. Anything that she might have said wouldn't have registered with the girls, fixated as they were on Paige's behind. After the few cries when the toy was removed the room had gone silent again. From somewhere she produced a large bottle and squirted clear lube into both hands, rubbing it around so as to cover them entirely. One hand reached out to caress Paige's buttcheek, pulling it so as to stretch her ass even wider. The other hand positioned itself at the loose entrance. Three fingers suddenly plunged deep inside her. Paige did not let out a gasp or cry of surprise, simply a quiet moan at the sensation. Evidently not satisfied, Ms Ascott pulled out and returned with four fingers, eliciting a louder response from Paige. She slowly moved them in and out, the lube making slight squelching noises that could not be heard over Paige's moans, which were slowly increasing in volume. This continued for nearly a minute, with Ms Ascott's one hand playing with Paige's plump cheek, and her other sliding around in Paige's asshole. The spell was starting to break, and girls were beginning to snap back into reality. Without further distraction, chaos would ensue and Ms Ascott was well aware of that fact. So as to pull them in once again, she moved her thumb to join the rest of her fingers entering the student. No longer moving in and out, she concentrated on getting as much of herself inside as possible, pushing up to her knuckles in the young woman's asshole. Almost easily her entire hand slid inside and began to rotate. Paige's moans changed, becoming louder and deeper, clearly enjoying what was going on. All across the room eyes widened as the new students realised that this would be expected of them at some point; they would have to train their bodies to be able to do this. "If we had time I would proudly show you all Paige's ability to stretch indefinitely. I have spent many an enjoyable hour with both of my hands deep inside her, but right now a short show is the best thing for you. Again, don't be scared. This kind of talent, even after two years is unusual. Many of you will not experience anything like this until late in your third year. "And now I must show you another important lesson: pleasure." Her free hand let go of Paige's ass to squeeze a thumb into her stretched hole. She gave it an almost affectionate tug, earning a little gasp from Paige before her hand moved to rest over Paige's as yet untouched pussy. With slow, caring movements she began to rub the girl's nub, already peeking out from the pleasure she had been receiving in her rear. The moans still coming from Paige's throat were replaced with cries, load enough to be heard even right at the back, in time with the rubs given to her clit. All through this the hand in her ass continued to twist and move, touching her in places she didn't know she had and stretching her wonderfully. The feeling of a living thing in her dirtiest place, rubbing her all over sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her body. The rubbing and pinching of her little bundle of nerves was different, like sparks rushing up and down her spine, her arms, her legs, until everything in her head was a cacophony of contrasting pleasures, each unique and amazing and before she knew it she was coming, screaming and clamping down, not caring that 500 girls she didn't know were staring, entranced, at her. All she knew was the hand inside her, the hand on her, and the pleasure, threatening to burn everything away. The orgasm lasted well over a minute and at no point did Ms Ascott let up. Her hands seemed to get faster and more vigorous the longer it went on, prolonging the girl's feelings as much as possible. When Paige's screams died away she pulled her fist gently out of her asshole and her other hand away from her clitoris. Paige no longer had the strength to wink her ass, instead collapsing to the floor with a gape even bigger than before, slowly closing up. "You will now be escorted to your new rooms. Please follow the nearest member of staff," Ms Ascott said as she turned to face the audience. It was only then that Sarah remembered there were other people in the room. For a while her entire universe had consisted of herself, Ms Ascott and Paige. The start had been torture, her body threatening to collapse or vomit, shivers running down her spine. But it had all changed when Paige started coming. Her pleasure was raw, violent and endless, and it had captivated Sarah. Never had she managed to bring herself to such a powerful orgasm, and with embarrassment she wondered if one day she could come that strongly. Looking to her left she noticed Bee still staring at the stage, face flushed and sweaty, eyes wide and mouth smiling. The Academy Ch. 01 "I don't know about you," Bee gasped, turning to face Sarah, "but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." They were led with the rest of the audience to their new residences, and pointed to their assigned rooms. All luggage had already been brought up, along with timetables and maps. No one spoke a word that evening, some girls still clearly in shock even while eating. That night however, soft moans could be heard from most rooms with first years in. Every girl had been touched by the display earlier that day, though none of them would admit it yet. The Academy Ch. 02 *As usual, everyone in this story is 18 or over. I don't mention this in the actual text because it kind of ruins the school atmosphere.* * Half a second later, Stacy came. She felt the orgasm rock her body as she locked eyes with her father until both their eyes glazed over with lust. Roger knew it was time, and slowly walked over to his daughter, removing an item of his clothing with every step. By the time he reached Stacy, he was completely naked, his cock standing straight in front of him. He walked around his daughter's body, a lewd smile crossing his face. 'Oh, she looks so good...' he thought. 'Like a hotter version of her mother. I can't wait to taste her! But not yet... Soon...'. Out loud, he said "Well Stacy, the last time we saw each other, you said I wasn't your father anymore. The way I see it, if I'm not your dad, then I can go right ahead and do... This!" On the last word he slid his cock right into her open mouth. To his surprise, she took all 8 inches without stopping, and he watched as she deep throated him until her nose was pressed right up against his stomach. It was a lot for him to take, and he was close to cumming when she started moaning with his cock still in her throat. The vibrations sent him over the edge, just like the thought of her father being the one she was sucking was the catalyst for Stacy's second orgasm. They came together, father and daughter, and Stacy deftly swallowed all of Roger's cum, a huge smile on her face. "Mmmm, you're really tasty Daddy", she purred. " You can cum in my mouth any day." And with that, she scraped a bit of cum from the side of her mouth and rubbed it into her lips. This wanton display proved too much for Mr Harper, who until now had been steadily pumping away at Stacy's tight teenage pussy. He promptly came, filling her with his spunk, and pulled out, satisfied. "Well Stacy, not that I haven't enjoyed this or anything, but I think you had better get back to your lessons." he said. Stacy stood up slowly, completely dazed by the events that had just unfolded, and somehow managed to make herself look reasonably presentable. "I think you're going to Miss Dalley's class now. That's two doors down on the right. Be a good girl and do everything she says, or I'll give you a really nasty punishment next time, OK?" "Yes, Mr Harper." Stacy intoned, still only semi-conscious, whilst heading towards the exit. "Bye now!" Mr Harper called as she closed the door behind her. He heard a mumbled goodbye in return, and then turned to Roger, smiling broadly. "You've raised a real cock- whore there Roger!" he said. "I'm willing to bet that little slut will take anything you throw at her." "I sure wouldn't mind you testing that theory, George. I for one am ready for a little show, but I don't know how far she would go." "Well, we of course have cameras in every classroom, but I think I can organise something better. There's a event tomorrow night, organised by one of the older years, and I'm willing to bet that she'll really let herself go. I can arrange for you to be say at High Table." "Oh, George, that would be brilliant. I'm looking forward to fucking that sweet little snatch, and maybe even that ass!" "I totally agree with you, she's a real sweet fuck! I'll get you a seat right away." Chapter 5 Stacy walked as if in a dream to her next lesson, following Mr Harper's instructions. Millions of thoughts ran through her head, the most prominent being 'I just fucked a teacher whilst my father watched!' and 'I just sucked my dad's cock!'. She was utterly confused, extremely horny, and all she could think about was how good her father's cock would feel inside her sopping wet pussy. And now she had to go face another lesson, with girls like Ruby and Trish bouncing around in their sexy outfits, most likely sucking off more teachers. On top of all that, she had Mr Harper's cum running down her leg! 'Oh, fuck it!' she thought. 'If they see, they see. I'll just have to deal with the questions. Right now, I need to concentrate on just getting through this day! 'Hey, maybe I can even get someone to suck this cum out of me' added the same voice that had spoken all those nasty thoughts earlier. She took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to Miss Dalley's classroom, only to see a naked student lying on the desk with two bright pink vibrators sticking out of her cunt and asshole, buzzing at full power. Chapter 6 Shaken, but not totally surprised, Stacy walked in and sat down at an empty desk. She surveyed her surroundings, and noticed Miss Dalley, a pretty blonde with big tits and red lips. The only one not in a uniform, her clothes were nevertheless tight fitting and excessively revealing. She sat on a chair near the naked student-occupied desk, watching the vibrators intensely. Next to her was a massive interactive whiteboard with a picture of the vibrator in a box, and the words 'BUCK FUCK - THE FUCKING NEVER STOPS!' written below it. Stacy was still looking around when she was distracted by the loud moans coming from the girl on the desk. Bucking and thrashing, she came all over the vibrators and screamed in ecstasy. "Thank you for that, Melissa." Miss Dalley said, standing up. "That was very educational. You may now sit back down." She withdrew the vibes, and turned them off, turing to the rest of the class with them in her hands, slick and covered with Melissa's juices. "So that was the new 'Buck Fuck' vibrator. As you can see, it is quite effective, bringing Melissa to orgasm in less than five minutes without her even having to touch herself." She tapped the board, and a new picture came up, this time of a pair of vibrating panties. "Now I want someone to test these. Let's see..." she scanned the girls' faces and finally her eyes met Stacy's. "New girl! Stacy, isn't it? You've just been to Mr Harper's office, haven't you?" Stacy nodded. " Well, we all know what that means!" Miss Dalley continued. "So you should be ready. Put these on." She opened a draw in the desk and brought out a pair of the panties in their packaging, and opening the packet passed them to Stacy. "Go ahead and strip." she ordered. Stacy saw no point in arguing, and so, stripping naked, started putting on the panties. "Wait a minute Stacy! Is that... Cum? On your leg?" Miss Dalley inquired. Stacy nodded, turning slightly red. "Well, well, well! What a naughty girl! I hope you're on the pill - we wouldn't want a mini Mr Harper running around the place, would we? Hmmm... Well, we can't let you use the panties in that state! Melissa, you've had your fun, so would you be willing to help Stacy here out with her little problem?" Melissa answered with an enthusiastic smile, and walked up to Stacy on slightly shaky legs, before dropping to her knees and lapping like a cat at the cream coming from Stacy's extremely wet pussy. Stacy looked down at the cute brunette and shuddered with pleasure at her ministrations. When Melissa had finished her thorough exploration of her fellow student's cunt, she allowed Stacy to regain her composure before sitting down to watch the show. Blushing slightly, Stacy slid on the panties, thinking, 'What am I doing? Stripping in front of twenty girls, most of whom I've never seen before, and putting on a pair of vibe panties... This is crazy!' But even as she thought that to herself, Stacy knew that however crazy it was, it was doubly arousing. Taking up the little remote that controlled the vibrations from the underwear, she pressed the button marked 'MAX' and sat on the teacher's desk, sighing in pleasure as the buzzing spread through her already well-pleasured pussy. Chapter 7 It took all of four minutes for Stacy to come over the panties, a fact that Miss Dalley immediately commented on. However, before they could get on to the next product, the bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson. As the students stood up to leave, Ruby and Trish slid over to Stacy, complimenting her on her performance. Ruby said, "Okay, so you're now going to your last lesson of the morning. I'm warning you, you've got Mr and Miss Jenson next. You really want to watch out for them, they're real nasty to people who mess around. Stay on their good side though, and you'll be fine. You may even get to participate in more demonstrations!" Ruby winked, and made as if to leave. "Wait a sec!" Stacy called after her, "Aren't you coming with me?" "Nope! I've got Mr Harper now. It's just you and Trish, honey!" "We'll see her at break." Trish informed Stacy as their vivacious blonde friend walked off. "Right now, we need to get to class. The Jenson twins get seriously pissed at late comers!" Stacy trailed after her, wondering at the use of the word 'twins' in Trish's sentence. 'It must be a nickname.' she reassured herself. 'Surely even this school couldn't employ twins as sex teachers, could they? That's kind of wrong...' But then that little voice came back and added 'Says the girl who just sucked off her father...' Stacy almost groaned as she realised this was true. 'Just shut up, will you?' she told herself, 'I've got to concentrate!' She walked through the door of the classroom and sat down next to Trish before examining her surroundings. That's when she saw the two most perfect human beings she had ever seen. The woman had blonde curls cascading down her back, and little blonde ringlets framing her heart-shaped face, which itself encased almond-shaped emerald green eyes. Her twin (for he had to be her twin, they looked so much alike) had the chiselled body and muscles of a Greek god, and a face to match. His hair, exactly the same hue as his sister's, was cropped short, and he stared at the class with piercingly beautiful eyes. Stacy was almost completely bowled over by their beauty, but what she saw next practically knocked her out. There was a sentence on the board next to them. And it read 'Practising anal sex'. *Please vote and comment if you enjoyed this story. I've had some really nice emails from 3 people, and their feedback was invaluable. Please, more of you follow their example! I'm sorry this story took a while to write, but I hope it was worth the wait. Believe me when I say that there's more to come very soon!* ~Alqueliste~ The Academy Ch. 03 *As usual, everyone in this story is 18 or over. I don't mention this in the actual text because it kind of ruins the school atmosphere.* * Stacy was too busy envisaging the perfect human beings in front of her in various sex positions to hear much of the Jensons' opening speech, but she was snapped out of her reverie by the sad revelation that no one, not even the twins, would actually be having sex that day. The lesson was, apparently, merely theory. Nevertheless, it took all of Stacy's will power not to come for the third time that day as they watched countless videos of the teachers fucking over desks and on tables around the school. The videos were supposed to teach Stacy and her fellow students about the most comfortable way to be fucked in the ass, but she couldn't see the Jensons, let alone the teenagers, concentrating on anything but their own pleasure. 'I'm never going to survive the morning' Stacy thought. At that moment, however, the bell rang, and she ran out of the classroom in relief, trying desperately to control herself, only to bump into Ruby who had been rushing to meet her. "I'm overloaded." Stacy told her friend. "I never thought I'd say this but if I don't get a break from this endless sex my pussy's gonna explode. Either that or I'll drown in my own cum!" "It's OK! You've got a boring double period until lunch anyway. Mrs Kourt is going to be doing Drama with you." Ruby replied laughing. "What? Normal lessons? I was beginning to think those didn't even exist here! What do we do in Drama?"
 "Well, we basically mess around... and sometimes we do a bit of dance too. I think that might be what we're doing this lesson, cos of the show tomorrow night." said Trish from behind them. "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask whether you wanted to do that Stace. Are you up for dancing in the show with me and Trish?" "Sure, why not! It's not like I've got anything left to be embarrassed about anyway. Might as well show off my awful dancing too!" Trish and Ruby giggled, and started to explain what the show involved as the trio linked arms and walked off. Chapter 8 Mrs Kourt simply repeated what Stacy's friends had already told her: as the second-youngest year, they would only have a small part lap-dancing in the show, whilst the older years would be performing various things they had learnt with Mr and Miss Jenson and Miss Dalley. They would be expected to wear one of their formal uniforms, and their own underwear for the occasion, and each student would be assigned one person at high table to lap-dance for. Once the show was over they were free to do whatever they wanted - the hall would essentially turn into the venue for a free-for-all gangbang. The only limit was that no one would be allowed to have non-consensual sex, and that there was to be no pain inflicted on anyone: there were special S&M evening reserved for the people who liked that. At that point, the voice in Stacy's mind decided to wake up again 'Oohh, kinky. I wonder whether Daddy's into that... or maybe the Jensons?' Stacy half smiled and half frowned at that wicked thought... 'That would be interesting to find out, wouldn't it?' she thought. 'Me, tied up with everyone, including my own father, able to do whatever they liked to me?' Though it aroused her, Stacy pushed the idea to the back of her mind. 'I can't do anything like that, let alone with my Dad.' she said to herself, forcing her mind to concentrate on Mrs Kourt, who was finishing up her little speech. 'Just concentrate on learning how to lap-dance, damn you!' She then burst into silent laughter, thinking about what she had just said. 'Wow, I really am turning into a slut, aren't I!'. She smiled as she went over to her new friends and started to bump and grind. As she left the Drama studio for lunch, Stacy noticed a small black camera in the corner of the room. She went over to Trish, and asked her about it. "Oh yeah, they have those everywhere. It completely removes the risk of thefts, as well as Meaning that we have free porn available at all times! It all goes onto the big TV in the common room you see." "The common room? I have't seen that yet." "Oh it's two minutes away. We'll dump our bags there before we go to lunch, OK?" "Hey guys, what's this about our bags?" Ruby inquired as she bounced over to them and into the conversation. "I was just telling Ruby about the TV in the common room. I can't believe you didn't show it to her yesterday!" "Yeah, well I was pretty beat." Stacy put in. "Yeah, she was Trish." Ruby playfully stuck her tongue out at her friend who did the same back. "Whatever, we'll just go there now. We have to hurry though, the queue for lunch is getting pretty big." "You're so greedy Ruby! We still have ages. Lets take our time showing Stacy round the rest of the school." "Wait, there's more? Oh my god, you guys cannot leave me alone for a single second until I get used to the size of this place." "You'll be fine Stace! Just follow us around for a bit until you get your bearings." "As if she could bear to be with anyone else!" Ruby winked and then ran towards the common room. "Come on! We're gonna be late for lunch." Trish rolled her eyes and then grabbed Stacy's hand. "We had better follow her. She'll go without us otherwise. I swear, sometimes it seems like Ruby likes food more than she likes sex!" "As if that was possible." Ruby said, appearing from behind the door. "I don't like anything more than I like sex!" Mr Gallgher walked into the corridor in time to hear Ruby's last words and said "Well, you should be happy tomorrow then. The show's gonna have a very special visitor: Our very own new girl's father!" *Please vote and comment if you enjoyed this story. I've had some really nice emails and their feedback is invaluable. I'm sorry this story took so long to write, but I hope it was worth the wait. I hope to be writing more from now on. Please tell me what direction you want to see this story go in.* 

~Alqueliste~