Academy for Girls

amber

I could feel my womb contract with the impending explosion, my divine hips spiraling to spread my young honey all over his handsome face, claiming it with my juices, my virgin ass clenched with a deep moan as his tongue lashed at it, his fingers strangled in the tightness of my dewy silken walls, my tiny clit aroused fully from it’s hood to throb against his expert torture, my hips flew in the air to meet his fury of mouth and fingers and my fingers tugged my dusky stiff nipples, a scream echoed throughout the candle lit room as a splashes of my warm milk met his thrusting fingers. Like honey it clung to his thick digits and my hips jerked up and down. “OHHH gooooodddd yes I am cumming”
 
Wendy

Rayna's tongue thrusted harder and harder into me, as she alterntated the strokes with the teasing licks to my hard clit. As I watched Robert, he looked like he might not last much longer.

How Rayna could continue both actions was beyond me - her mouth continued working on me as she pushed back harder and harder to meet Robert's thrusts. I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm, and knew it would not be long.

Suddenly Robert cried out, "I'm cumming - here it comes!!!"
 
Mr. P - Vice Principal

Juices gushed from her young pussy all over my face and fingers. I licked the sweet nectar with my tongue, swirling it around in my mouth before swallowing. I slid up between her legs and rubbed my dripping fingers across her lips.. Amber licked them clean, sucking them into her mouth, making love to them the same way she had sucked my cock earlier. I pressed my mouth over hers. She eagerly licked my lips and swirled her tongue against mine savoring the flavor of her own pussy. My hands grabbed the front of her white blouse. I ripped it open popping the buttons out. My hands pushed under the flimsy bra and over the soft swells of her ripe young breasts. My throbbing hardness, poking into my boxers, pressed against her juicy peach. A mixture of precum and cunt juice spread in a wet stain across the gray fabric. My cock pushed into her opening still sheathed in my boxers, the cotton fabric rubbing over her clit. She squirmed against me, her hands pulling on my ass cheeks. My cock head pushed even further inside her.... “Now I’m going to fuck Amber’s sweet little pussy. Would you like that? Would you like Mr. P’s great big cock deep inside your belly.”
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

Steve's words confused her. First he asks if she's ever recorded the prelude, then tells her he thinks he owns a copy of it. The inconsistency rose a red flag. Her fingers faltered on the keys, something that would have never happened when she was performing. Still, he seemed sincere. Maybe it was just a form of flattery.

She was startled when he lifted her chin with his hand, his eyes capturing hers. An unspoken connection was formed and she felt her skin warming.

His request to play something for her teased her senses and she found her conflicting thoughts again wrested in a different direction as she became entranced in his presence.

"You play?" she queried.
 
Re: Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

"You play?" she queried.
Steve nodded, his eyes not leaving hers.

"Play, compose, listen to brilliant works by those talented enough to be recorded.. it amazes me, Caitlin. I've owned that CD for a few years now, listened to it time after time, and I never made the connection that you were the pianist. When I heard the melody this morning, I thought it was in my head for a moment, I've listened to it so often. I love the way your hands play. But.."

Steve paused, breaking eye contact a moment, then reconnecting with a warm smile.

"Caitlin, I've composed a few songs that had their entire inspiration in your smile. May I play you one of those?"
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

Cait listened to Steve as he spoke with a passion about his own love of music, of the recording he owned, connecting her to it only moments before. He unease disappeared. He was a true lover of the arts.

He stopped speaking and looked away, seemingly embarrassed, then again looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Caitlin, I've composed a few songs that had their entire inspiration in your smile. May I play you one of those?"

His words both startled and pleased her. This was turning out to be a most interesting morning.

"Please. I'd love to hear a fellow musician play, especially something he's composed. I've never had the gift of composition, and it's always intrigued me."

She rose from the piano and gestured for him to sit. Her attraction for him was growing, confusion mixing in with that attraction.
 
amber

She squirmed a writhed as her own nectar flavored her mouth, her small lips suckling on his tongue as he kissed her. Then she arched feeling the crown of his manhood slice into her sweet tight sex. Her eyes opening wide at the thickness. Her cunt snapping around the head of his cock like a vice and she moaned.

“Yes Mr P, fuck me with that big thick cock. Make it all fit in my young tight pussy”

She tilted her small yet curvy hips to receive more of him, her fingernails clawing down his back as his hands squeezed and milked her young and ripe breasts.
 
Re: Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

"Please. I'd love to hear a fellow musician play, especially something he's composed. I've never had the gift of composition, and it's always intrigued me."
Steve's heart had been pounding in his ears from how vulnerable he had let himself become, the beat of it so loud that he wondered how he heard Caitlin's gentle voice over it. Still, she came through clearly, washing his tension from him. He smiled, the relief of acceptance glowing from him.

She rose from the piano and gestured for him to sit. He sat down quickly but not carelessly. The feel of the polished flat wooden bench under him eased him into that place where he always found his best music. Breathing in the air of Mozart, exhaling the breath of Beethoven, he smiled confidently.

"This is a piece I call 'Eyebright Desire'.. named for what your gaze moves within me."

He then became the piano's heart, mind and soul, flowing his will into it, and hearing the melody he'd played only for himself come pouring forth grandly. His fingers and its keys connected and parted with a nimble grace that made the song seem to burst and run from its chords. Oh, he knew he was playing the piece well, he just hoped it was a piece she liked.

It was, after all, for her.
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

Cait moved to the windows and sat on the ledge, leaning back and closing her eyes. The music flowed through her, graceful and intricate. Steve played quite well and she wondered why he was a maintenance man with gifts as accomplished as his own.

She let the music take hold of her, taking her away from the school, away from her current life. It took her a moment to realize when Steve had stopped playing and she was bereft as the last notes drifted away.

She opened her eyes and saw that Steve was looking at her strangely. It was then she realized that her tears were falling and that she ached to have him continue.

She wiped at her face.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I don't know where that came from. Your music is so lovely."
 
Mr. P - Vice Principal

I lost my boxers. The tip of my thick cock found her juicy slit. She rolled her thighs back waiting for my throbbing pole of flesh to fill her pussy. I pushed into her, prying her tight walls open. She looked up at me biting her lower lip. Her emerald eyes were begging me to fuck her. I pushed deeper. She gasped. The tight walls of her young cunt squeezed me as I bored into her steamy chamber. Her tiny feet hooked the cheeks of my ass trying to draw me deeper. I started fucking her. My cock slid in and out of her juicy pussy, boring deep into her belly. My hands covered her naked breasts, my fingers molding the warm flesh and hard nipples. My powerful ass cheeks drove my cock into her repeatedly, faster and faster, harder and harder. Her cunt grabbed me, trying to suck me deeper. Juices of passion poured from inside her. My balls slapped wetly against her slimy ass.... “Oh fuck, Amber, your sweet little pussy is so hot... so tight... so juicy. God I love shoving my big cock into you. Oh fuck... yes... take it, Amber... take it all...” She was bucking up against me and squirming on my cock as it pounded her over and over. She put her feet on the bed lifting her ass in the air. I grabbed her cheeks slamming up into her hot pussy. I watched as my cock moved in and out of her fuck hole. Her moist little clit peeked up at me. I rubbed my fingers over it... faster and faster. She was going to cum. I kept fucking her in long deep strokes waiting for her explosion. Her body stiffened. She thrashed and squirmed below me, her head flopping back and forth, her hands clutching the bedspread. Juices splattered over my cock and dripped down my balls. I flipped her over, lifting her ripe young ass into the air, and plowed my cock back into her hot pussy from behind.
 
amber

my screams echoed with my explosion “YES MR P I am cumming all over your big hard cock”, her juices spraying all over his shaft, and both their thighs. She arched, her ass lifted up high in the air waving and teasing at him as he flipped her over, then she felt him spear her with his throbbing rod, she again screamed as the head impaled her small young pussy to her inner temple. Her body bucking back to meet his thrust brutally. Her ass bouncing against his stomach, his tightening sac crashing into her swelled pearl. Again she erupted he could feel his cock ignited with gushes of her milky cum as she squeezed down on him. “MR P CUM IN ME PLEEEEASE”
 
Mr. P - Vice Principal

My slimy cock throbbed inside her tight pussy, sliding in and out, pushing deep inside her. I grabbed her hips, rode her hard. Cunt juice dripped from my balls. I looked down. I watched my cock slide between the rounded spheres of her ripe young ass. The pleated skirt of her school uniform was flipped up over her waist. She was begging me to cum inside her, wanted my seed in her pussy. I pounded her harder, faster, deeper. The headboard slammed against the wall. The whole bed shook. We fucked like two wild animals, grunting, growling, sweating.... "Oh jesus Amber... I'm gonna cum... oh fuck... your pussy is so tight... so sweet... here it cums baby... get ready... aaaarrrrgggghhhh..." Blinding flashes shot through my brain. All the energy rushed to my groin. My stomach tightened, ass clenched. My cock swelled inside her tight pussy. I slammed into her, burying my engorged flesh deep in her belly. Hot milky liquid exploded from my cock. I filled her again and again with powerful jets of cum that kept spewing from me. Our mingled juices dripped from her pussy streaming down her thighs. I collapsed forward on top of her, spent and breathing hard. My cock slowly deflated inside her. Her cunt twitched against me in several post orgasmic spasms. I finally rolled off, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath.
 
Her fingertips stroked along his chest as he caught his breath and she smiled as she purred softly in his ear “so see you at school tomorrow Mr P?” and winked at him
 
Steve- Maintenance

He danced his fingers along the keys, winding the melody to it's conclusion. He shook his head, settling the song back into his memory, and he opened his eyes. Turning, he saw Caitlin leaning against the window ledge, the light caressing her curves the way he longed to, warmly and thoroughly. His eyes drifted to her face and he saw something that threatened to break his heart... she was crying!

She wiped her face, and opened her eyes, looking at him, seeming lost.


"I'm sorry, Steve. I don't know where that came from. Your music is so lovely."

He had stood and walked to just before her, looking into her wet gaze. His heart wouldn't hold still, and he lifted her chin with his curled finger. He then bent down and said more than his clumsy words would ever allow, by brushing his lips to hers softly, before sealing them firmly there. His tongue traced the soft curves of her mouth as his arms embraced her passionately.
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

OOC: Elvenspell, clean out your PMs, hon. Your mailbox is full. Clean out your PMs, sent messages and trcking of anything you don't need.

IC: His actions startled her, but his tenderness melted her heart. She found herself kissing him back, her arms going around his neck.

She broke the kiss but continued to hold her arms loosely about him, gazing into his eyes.

"I can't believe I just did that. I don't know you at all, but you've really touched a part of me I'd almost forgotten."

She pulled back from him then and asked him what could be a touchy question.

"Why is such a gifted musician/composer working as a maintenance man?"

Tears once again formed in her eyes and she looked away embarrassed.
 
Steve - Maintenance


As she returned his kiss, he felt his relief flood him. He had just chose now over never and.. he was experiencing his dreams! Her ams around his neck welcomed him to a bliss he had wanted so badly since he'd first met Caitlin.

As the kiss broke, Caitlin gazed deep into his eyes, his diving into her gaze, seeking to find every portion of her soul there.

"I can't believe I just did that. I don't know you at all, but you've really touched a part of me I'd almost forgotten."

With his eyes, he poured into her all his caring and understanding, hoping she felt safe to be here, in his embrace, and willing to do anything to draw her into his life more deeply. As she pulled back, he was momentarily afraid she wanted to stop, but then her question came, which made him smile softly:

"Why is such a gifted musician/composer working as a maintenance man?"

She wanted to know more, to get closer! But then she turned her head and began to cry-- that Steve could not bear. He lifted her face back up again with his finger and kissed her tears away.

"I've never composed, or really felt inspired to.. until I met you. Before then I was just another guy with a piano, and I'm good with my hands, so.. maintenance pays more. But now that I've met you here.. I'd take this job for free, if it was the only way I could see you."

He paused, his eyes looking directly into hers, letting the silence carry his words a moment.

"You stir in me a myraid of wonderful feelings. To see you smile is a pleasure, to her you speak a delight.. and.."

Steve smiled offangledly. "You are incredibly sexy."
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

"I've never composed, or really felt inspired to.. until I met you. Before then I was just another guy with a piano, and I'm good with my hands, so.. maintenance pays more. But now that I've met you here.. I'd take this job for free, if it was the only way I could see you."

He spoke so ernestly, she had no doubt he meant every word. But he was so much younger than she. She had no problem with sexual encounters involving younger men but he sounded so serious, she feared he was looking for more than that.

"You stir in me a myraid of wonderful feelings. To see you smile is a pleasure, to her you speak a delight.. and..you are incredibly sexy."

She blushed at the compliment, part of it touching her heart in a way not touched for many years. Her sexual encounters never had strings attached and she was afraid that if she dallied with his heart, it would break it. She thought hard for a moment before responding.

"Steve, I can't deny there's a mutual attraction going on here - no, even more than that, a mutual respect and love for music that draws us closer, but I won't allow myself to have a long-term relationship with any man, or woman for that matter."

She paused to see what effect the bisexual reference would have on him. He seemed unfazed but she wondered what was happening internally.
 
Steve - maintenance


He watched as many images flashed through her eyes, but he only saw the vague ghosts of what she was viewing. What he could see was doubt, fear, concern, and he knew she needed to know how safe it was to be with him. Her blush made it clear that she appreciated knowing the way she affected him, but she still seemed hesitant.

"Steve, I can't deny there's a mutual attraction going on here - no, even more than that, a mutual respect and love for music that draws us closer, but I won't allow myself to have a long-term relationship with any man, or woman for that matter."

He nodded, and without hesitation replied, "Caitlin, I could never ask for more than you already give me. You are already a muse, an inspiration, but that doesn't mean I want to own you in ANY way, shape or form. A good part of your beauty is in your freedom. You are free to show affection to and share pleasure with anyone you so choose, male or female, and I'd never dream of taking that from you. It is a part of your spirit- it is why my song for you runs freely, not stiffly. If you grant me any pleasures, I will not seek to demand anything more. I simply want, Caitlin, to express my affection for you..."

Steve paused and traced his fingers over Caitlin's curves, his fingertips pressing just enough to indent her flesh as they stroked over her thinly covered nipples.

"..please allow me to please you."
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

He talked passionately, expressing his attraction yet yielding any perceived hold on me. I began to relax.

"If you grant me any pleasures, I will not seek to demand anything more. I simply want, Caitlin, to express my affection for you..."

His hands traveling to my breasts disturbed and excited me, causing my nipples to immediately harden. His words were inviting.

"..please allow me to please you."

My desire again overruled my reasoning and I pulled his head to mine, my answer to him in my kiss.
 
Steve- Maintenance

Steve felt her kiss explode into his mind, and he pressed his lips back to hers. Fire consumed his reason, and passion ignited his fingertips as he softly pulled at her nipples through the thin veneer of her sports bra. He pressed his body close to hers, his thighs edging her pair open more as he stepped up, his momentarily forgotten erection pressing through his indigo denim into her mons and belly.

His lips broke the kiss, his mouth moving with swift ferocity down to her neck, nipping up and down the side of it. He then covered the nips with soothing licks and kisses, before he swooped over to the other side of her sensitive neck. There, his teeth indented her skin just before his mouth suckled upon it and his tongue lathed it.

While his mouth above provided such excellent cover, his fingers slid in under the pliant fabric that defended Caitlin's succulent breasts, and before any alarms could sound, they had surrounded and begun to stroke at her nipples directly.
 
Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

His teeth and lips on her neck sent goosebumps to rise on her arms and her nipples to become hard. She arched her neck, desire coursing through her body. Her hands moved up and down his arms, becoming used to the feel of him.

When his hands lifted her top in search of her flesh, her excitement grew. His hands found her breasts and began their exploration. When he touched her nipples, she moaned.

His kisses continued their mission upon her neck as her arms again went about his, her fingers twining in his hair, pulling him closer to her. She could feel dampness forming between her legs.

Her passion built and she moaned his name. His fingers began pulling on her nipples, pinching and squeezing, fanning her lust.

"Oh, Steve, yes," she breathed out. "Oh, God, yes."

His mouth then reached for hers, their kissing passionate and intense. Her heat intensified, all rational thought eluding her but one.

She broke the kiss with a moan, "Steve, the door...the door is unlocked. Someone might" -- Her words were stopped by his mouth engulfing her own, their tongues crashing together, as his hands began to roam.
 
Re: Caitlin Davenport - Voice and speech

Steve's fingers familiarized themselves with the texture, firmness and give of each of Caitlin's nipples, pulling and pinching with care as he played them to find out what sounds her body would release.

"Oh, Steve, yes... Oh, God, yes."

He had to suck those words from her, compelled to consume the desire she poured out in her gasping breath. His kiss was full of his very life, it seemed and continued into eternity, until suddenly, she broke the connection with a mundane concern.

"Steve, the door...the door is unlocked. Someone might--"

Steve's lips sealed to hers rapidly, not being able to bear having their bond severed. His tongue drew hers to itself, then caressed it, seducing it as if it was a seperate lady to be loved. His hands roamed over her delicately ripe body, grasping and kneading her flesh all over.

Somehow, something in the very farthest corner of his mind agreed with Caitlin's interrupted observation, and decided to work taking care of it into the proceedings. His wandering hands raised her body away from the window ledge, securely fastening her body to his as he continued to deepen the kiss. He then leaned back, his well-kept body moving slowly and fluidly across the room to the offending door.

His walking motion pressed and rubbed his full erection into her barely protected sex as he finally reached the wall beside the handle. Gripping tighter with the other hand, the one nearest the lock turned it closed and flicked off the lightswitch. It then sought under her skirt for her panties, their removal the goal, as his body pressed her between him and the wall.
 
Mr. P - Vice Principal

I woke up the next morning, yawned and climbed out of bed. After a long hot shower, I dressed and headed back to school, wondering what today would have in store for me. I was really beginning to like this job.
 
He jogged along the halls waiting for when the science class started as he jogged he wonderd ware MR.P was he probly should tell him abou the problem working here then again... as he jogged he passed tons of dorms but as he passed wone kinda sweaty from jogging a girls head poked out of the door asking really quickly. 'Could you please quite down?" her just looking up.
 
.Janine Oldham

"Another school" I said disgustedly to no one other than myself. I had been to too many schools to count and here was another one. My parents didn't get it, I wasn't going to be an "A" student. Not even with the help of this wonderful Mr. P they kept going on about. What the hell kind of a name is Mr. P anyway.

I pulled my long dark hair into a ponytail aand checked the mirror. My make up was perfect. I knew the white stockings that went to my mid thigh were not going to fit the uniform but they would get used to me here. I straightened my pleated skirt and tucked in the white shirt. You could see my powder blue bra through the shirt but I didn't think they would say anything, at least not on my first day.
I walked down the hall to the office marked Vice-Principle and knocked. Here we go again another school with the same type of people
 
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