Academy for Girls

[Ragingbull]

Alright, here’s my first shot at this storytelling stuff. Let’s see if it takes.

I am Mitch Podolsky, the Vice Principal at a private girls Academy in upstate New York. This academy is for girls who graduated from high school but didn’t quite have the grades to make it into the kind of college their rich parents wanted them to go to. The parents don’t want the distraction of boys or a big city to keep them from their studies, something they had problems with in High School. I am only 27, but it was a hard job to fill because of the location, and I did have good credentials from a New York Public School. As the Vice Principal I am, of course, the one who keeps discipline and order in the school.

As I walk around campus this Saturday the new girls are arriving. I can't help but notice how attractive and shapely these 18 year old girls are. I also notice how attractive and young some of the mother’s look. Since many of them are staying over for the reception tonight I will make a point of getting to know them before they leave so that they'll know their babies are in good hands.

I was advised that there was a small Army Base nearby and some of the young soldiers liked to visit the girls after hours, often with their willing encouragement. There had also been problems with liquor and smoking in the past – nothing I couldn’t handle. If only I could keep Mr. Wiggly under control I would have no problems. He has been a little lonely since I broke off with my last girl three months ago.

Oh yeah, I’m 6’2”, 195 pounds, dark brown hair, brown eyes. I played Lacrosse in College and keep myself in peak physical condition.

Since school officially starts on Monday I'll make an effort to meet as many girls as possible before then and be friendly, but once Monday come it'll be all business - no more Mr. Nice Guy.

 

[panty-tease]

OOC

If this is an open thread Id love to have a role, let me know

 

[Ragingbull]

Shoot, I don't know about open threads and things like that (I'm still a virgin here), but I'd be grateful if someone like you joined on. Others are welcome too.

 

[Ragingbull]

Hey, I'm not a virgin anymore! Yeehaw!

 

[panty-tease]

Ok Great

Character:

Francine
18 yrs old
5'8", long wavy blond hair, green eyes
Tight curvy body, firm 32b breasts

Francine has always been rich and has always been beautiful....Always a tease, (although she doesnt put out much) she knows how to make men do her bidding

I get to campus, hmmmmmmm, Im in room 102, I hope my roomate is nice, this school is going to be sooo boring...unless I can spice it up right

I make my way to my room with my luggage...wearing just tight beige cotton shorts and a white babydoll top, no bra

 

[jane jones]

hi

CHARACTER : Betty Smith

age . 18

Long thick blonde hair, with angel blue eyes.
a very ample 36c bust.

is an exchange student from England. Has always been daddys little girl, but a totally cum nympho away from him.

Getting changed into my cheerkit in room 102, waiting for the arrivval of my new roomate, who ever she is.

Hopefully she won't get in the way of fun.

 

[panty-tease]

Francine

OOC

Mmmmmmmm, I love playing with virgins *Smile*

IC

I open the door and ooops, *blush* I guess thats my room mate half naked... "Ummmm, hi there, Im Francine, I guess were room mates this year"

I smile, she seems cute enough, and she is obviously happy being a cheerleader and all, hopefully she wont mind me spicing things up in here late at night with a boy or two

"I guess Ill unpack over here and have a quick shower if thats ok?"

 

[ivanya]

isabelle

hi

CHARACTER : Isabelle Vanya

age : 18

Half long dark black hair. Deep Brown eyes. Full lips. Tan skin. Slender teenage body. very tiny 30a cup titties.

A little shy, not really that experienced, concerning sex, but 'knowing'. Pretty submissive and willing and eager to learn and to please her friends. As long as she manages to fit in the group of students.

She stays at room 98. She's the only one having a room of her own.

 

[panty-tease]

Francine

OOC

Yummi another virgin Welcome Ivanya, looking forward to seeing your writing as well

 

[Guest]

isabelle

as i drag my bag along the corridor. I sense a certain fear, feel a bit nervous, anxious, but eager to learn and willing to find my way around here. But yet the walls and all the room's doors make me feel small and a bit lonely.

I get to the door of the room numbered 98. I sigh as i let my bag drop to the cold floor. i hear giggles from a neighbouring room. I sigh again as i place the key in the lock and open the room's door. It's big window let's a wide beam of sunlight lit the sober room.

i drag my bag into the door opening and stand still for a moment as i stare at my bed. I hope i'll be able to make it feel home and warm while i stay here.

 

[ivanya]

isabelle

as i drag my bag along the corridor. I sense a certain fear, feel a bit nervous, anxious, but eager to learn and willing to find my way around here. But yet the walls and all the room's doors make me feel small and a bit lonely.

I get to the door of the room numbered 98. I sigh as i let my bag drop to the cold floor. i hear giggles from a neighbouring room. I sigh again as i place the key in the lock and open the room's door. It's big window let's a wide beam of sunlight lit the sober room.

i drag my bag into the door opening and stand still for a moment as i stare at my bed. I hope i'll be able to make it feel home and warm while i stay here.

 

[Eroticus]

Hunter

OOC: RB, could you use some male help? I would love to be Hunter Barstow, the Guidance Counselor and Soccer Coach. I'm 28, 5'9" Blonde Hair and blue eyes. If you don't want me just let me know.

IC: I was walking the halls watching the girls move into their rooms. I had just met Francine and Betty, two that I decided needed careful watching, and was on my way out of the Dorm when I ran into a small, thin, but extremely pretty girl named Isabelle (they were wearing name tags). She looked a little lost and somewhat scared to be here so I decided to try and make her feel more at home.

“Hello Isabelle. My name is Mr. Bartow and I’m the guidance counselor. Welcome. Here let me help you with you bags.”

I looked down into her big brown eyes and saw that she was relieved to meet an authority figure that would help her. I got the bag in her room and studied her a little more carefully as I talked about the school while she started to unpack. She had a very young body with only hints of a swelling on her chest where her breasts should be. She was very self-conscious and shy. She would require the fine touch that only a guidance counselor could provide.

 

[ivanya]

isabelle

i was impressed by the presence of Mr. Bartow. Him being this helpfull and talking to me, just a new young girlie in this big school. Giving me so much attention.

I was a bit puzzled, and as i said, impressed. As i started unpacking my bags, not really thinking of waiting for Mr. Bartow to leave before unpacking. I liked his voice, it was low and tender, soothing and stern. I placed my clothes in the small wardrobe. My t-shirts, my skirts, shirts and my set of tiny white cotton panties. Placing them on the highest shelf. Standing on my tiptoes to reach it. Not hinking of the fact that Mr. Bartow was just standing there, talking to me, a teenage girl, stretching to get her panties placed in a wardrobe.

 

[Eroticus]

Mr. Barstow

I was about to leave now that Isabelle seemed to be settled, but then she did something that kept me from getting up off the bed. She took little colored cotton panties from her suitcase, the kind young girls wear, accidentally dropping a pair on the floor right in front of me. I stared at it thinking how they had recently been filled by the tight young body standing across the room.

I wanted to pick them up and sniff them, even though I knew they had been washed. What was happening to me? I could feel my face getting flush as a bulge began to form in my trousers. Get out I told myself. Then Isabelle did something that kept me fixed without any chance of breaking away.

She reached up to the highest shelf standing on her tiptoes. Her short little polka dot dress pulled up over the pair of pink cotton panties she was wearing. They clung tightly to the rounded spheres of her tight ass. One side had ridden half way up her left cheek exposing her smooth youthful skin which tapered down to her thin but shapely thigh. Her panties were wedged into the crevice between her cheeks showing me an outline of what she would look like in her naked splendor.

“Could you help me, Mr. Barstow?”

Isabelle turned her head and caught me staring at the young treasures hidden beneath her cotton panties.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Principal Thor

OOC: The school needs a 'mature' principal soooo.... I will slip in and out. Thor has been principal of this very exclusive school for eight years. The tuition was steep, but these people have no limits...and their gifts for the annual campaign have built a hefty endowment fund (that I control). Thor is older, urbane, witty, about 6' tall with piercing blue eyes. He has just hired a young man as vice-principal. Thor has had a discreet liason with a student or two....usually each term. They are usually overwhelmed by his attention and their nubile bodies provide an additional fringe benefit.

IC: Thor is in his expansive executive office....reading yet another report. The new arrivals are drifting in.......

 

[ivanya]

isabelle

“Could you help me, Mr. Barstow?”

i was not able to reach the highest shelf, to place an additional heap of tight little panties on it.

As i stood there, arms stretched, my skirt lifted more than was decent, my strained hips forcing my panties to slide in my crack, my head turned to Mr. Barstow, i wondered. I could not help but notice Mr. Barstow had a small bulge growing between his legs, and i could not help but notice the look in his eyes, meaning both what seemed like embarassment and concentration, or was it a dreaming gaze.

I suddenly felt how far my skirt was lifted and how far my tiny panties had slid up my crack, and still sliding from staying there stretched. I had to decide. Obviously Mr. Barstow had noticed my not so decent pose, and i was cursing myself for not wearing less revealing panties that could stay in place, and even more, for not wearing any longer skirt, and for having to place my panties on the highest shelf, and for starting to unpack while this Sir was sitting on my bed.

Oh God, what had i done again, poor Isabelle. I was here only for a few minutes, with a Mr. that was so kind to me and I had already managed to misbehave in a quite lewd way.

I could get out of this shamefull position but that would prove my bad behaviour. And maybe Mr. Barstow hadn't noticed anything. and i could just stay here and hope he stands up and helps me get out of this pretty degdrading pose.

"Please" i repeated my plead, hoping Mr. Barstow would not say a word about what he had seen or not seen and it would not lead to any reprimand.

 

[missla]

Wendy

OOC: Welcome jane jones and ivanya - virgins are ALWAYS welcome, but virgins don't stay that way for long - have fun! Hi panty tease - haven't had the pleasure to write with you yet but look forward to it.

Wendy, Mr. Podolsky's part-time secretary - have been attending the academy for the past 2 years. Medium red hair and green eyes - 5'7", 120 lbs, long legs and great butt.

IC: I headed back over to Mr. Podolsky's office after I had shown the 3 new girls their rooms. Francine was what many people would call a knockout. She seemed like a great girl and I am sure she would fit in just fine.

Betty was an exchange student from England, and from our brief conversation, seemed like she was ready to have some fun - my kind of girl. She definitely had the body for it, and I looked forward to spending more time with her.

The last to arrive was Isabelle, a petite young lady, that seemed like the shy, reserved type. Maybe I could help her to open up a bit more, but I remember I was a little like her when I got here. It didn't take long for me to open up and start to enjoy life. She was lucky enough to be able to room by herself.

All in all it seemed like a good bunch - I think we will all get along just fine. I would have to keep my on Mr. Podolsky, however. He was a good-looking guy, not that much older than me, and he definitely had an eye for girls. It wasn't long after I arrived at the school that I ran into him at a local club - we both were drinking a bit too much, and the next thing I knew was that I was waking up at his apartment the next morning. Since then, we have had an on-again, off-again type of relationship. When the job opened to be his part-time secretary, I easily got the job. We kept our distance from each other when he had a girlfriend, but that never stopped the constant flirting.

I headed toward his office to report on the new girls...

 

[Eroticus]

Mr. Barstow

Isabelle let me know that she still wanted my help. Maybe she didn't really notice where I was looking or was too naive, I thought. I tried to shift the bulge in my pants when I stood, but I failed. I saw Isabelle's eyes lock on the tent pole poking from the front of my trousers as I stood. Her face flushed and she squeezed her legs together as if trying to suppress a growing urge.

I stepped up behind her and took the soft panties from her hand. In my state of arousal I tried not to brush up against her, but when I took the panties from her she lost her balance and fell backwards into me. To keep from falling, I threw an arm around her front and pushed into her.

Two things happened simultaneously. My cock wedged itself between her ass cheeks and my hand landed on the soft minimal swell of her braless left tit. Despite its almost non-existence size, I could feel the swell of her nipple, capped by a hard little nub at the tip, press into my palm. A stack of her panties were in my other hand.

As if by reflex, I started rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She turned her head and looked back at me, her big brown eyes showing a mixture of fear and anticipation. Lust had consumed my thinking. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted. I started grinding my cock up and down between the to soft cheeks of her shapely ass. I dropped the panties. My other hands lifted the front of her skirt. I wedged my fingers between her closed thighs and lifted them until I could feel the heat of her pussy through the panties covering it.

She bit her lip as if unsure what to do about the situation that was developing.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Rayna Monroe

“Fuck you too!”

My smoky voice rose two octaves as I screamed at the closed door of room 105. Five minutes here (fashionably late, of course) and I already had those hoity-toity cheerleader-type bimbos in my face. Thank goodness Mr. and Mrs. Monroe (I had given up calling them daddy and mommy around age 7. Independent nature kicking in, I guess.) had been foresighted enough to get me one of the private rooms. I knew there was no way I could survive through an entire year in the same tiny box they called “living space” with one of those prissy ‘I-get-everything-I-want’ children. No, I needed my freedom.

Sighing, I found room 109 and shoved the door open with my hip, peering cautiously inside, braced for the worst. Pink. Oh dear lord. They painted it pink. Flopping on the bed, I reached for my cell-phone, about ready to call Mr. Monroe and order him to send someone to pick me up right away, before realizing they were still on their cruise off in some tropical paradise. Tossing my two duffel bags on the bed, I pouted at the large mirror that hung over the vanity.

Standing at a leggy 5’8” and being a well-toned sprinter, I was never lacking in my fair share of guys. I guess they were intrigued with the thought of a girl who didn’t want to fit in with the pig-tailed blondes who babbled incessantly about nothing and were the majority of my high school population. Dressed head to toe in my trademark black and my flair for dramatic makeup showing through with the full red lips, I pulled my daringly long, raven black hair up into a quick twist, holding it in place with a pair of silver hair sticks.

I was a born-at-heart actress, and I guess it was obvious by my elaborate costume and slightly eccentric taste. My brilliant plan to flunk out of all my top level courses had failed miserably. I figured the Monroe’s would have to lower their sights from Yale and Harvard to something more along my lines of interest, despite how much they considered acting a vulgar art. The American Academy Of Dramatic Arts in New York or California Institute of the Arts in Valencia had peaked my interest.

But no. They had sent me here - The something-or-other Academy. Boy-free, Party-free, and most importantly Stage-free, which meant a Fun-free college education. I thought I was going to cry, and not just the crocodile tears I used to manipulate unsuspecting adults.

Raking my hair back and tearing off the nametag they had rudely shoved on me at the door, I walked out into the hall, leaning against the door with my arms crossed. I smirked at the giggling and squealing going on, hoping they knew this place was going to be a living hell once the parents were reassured their babies were going to be given loving care, just hoping one of those administrators would come along and try to sweet talk me so I could tell them what I really thought of their school.

 

[Ragingbull]

OOC: Hey I'm glad to see this thread taking off. I figured it'd end up being just another dumb shit idea I had. Shoot, a guy sleeps in a little and I've already lost out on some real opportunities for getting laid. Maybe Mistress Jorga or missla (or both) can help me out. I don't think you're supposed to ramble like this in the middle of a thread, but its my thread (I love that word thread), so what the hell.

Mr. P

I went back to the office to find out what Wendy had learned about the new girls but she wasn't there, so I waited. She had a keen eye and knew trouble when she saw it. Heck, she was trouble herself. When I first got here we got drunk together and ended up at my place. I don't think we ever did the dirty deed, but it wasn't for lack of trying. We woke up in the morning on the floor half clothed. She was a little embarrassed when she left. But I liked her and offered her a job as my part time secretary.

We've managed to keep our relationship professional, but there's still that night where, well let's just say we have some familiarity with each other's anatomy. But there is something pretty potent hanging between us that's just lingering in the air, that's for sure.

She walked into the office. I looked at Wendy's green eyes and cute little smile. It was enough to melt a snowcone in winter.

"Hey Wendy. You're looking awfully nice today as usual. I heard there was a little trouble with that young lady in room 105. Name is Rena or Reyna or something like that - a rich kids name. I think I should go over and check it out."

She gave me one of those looks like I know exactly what you want to check out. Well, maybe she was a little right. I had also heard room 105 was a knockout.

 

[missla]

Wendy

There he goes again - wanting to check out the other girls. I smiled and said," I can give you a full report," and sat down in the chair facing his desk, my short skirt riding up to reveal most of my long legs. I knew he got a good view as I recrossed my legs, teasing him a bit. Just then the phone ring, and as he answered it, motioned for me to wait.

He stood and walked over to the window with the phone. I noticed as he stood, there seemed to be a slight bulge in the front of his pants. I was right - he had been looking! For some reason, I was really in a playful mood, so I stood and walked up behind him as he faced the outside. I moved my hand around to the front of his pants and ran it over the bulge. He jumped, startled, and I whispered to him, "Just stand there and don't make a sound," and I softly licked his ear. As my hand massaged the bulge, it began to grow, and I giggled softly to myself.

My hand moved to the top of his zipper, and I slowly pulled it down. He was beginning to fidget a bit, so I whispered "Shhhhhh" to him again, and reached my hand inside his pants. By this point he had a full erection, so I reached through his boxers and somehow managed to pull it out, so that it was pointing straight out.

He was still talking on the phone, and somehow was managing to carry on a conversation. He tried to turn to me, but I again whispered to him," Shhh, or I'll stop."

 

[Ragingbull]

Mitch P

Wendy sat down and purposely exposed her long legs. She was one hot lady and I could feel that old tingling in my loins everytime I looked at her too long. My eyes moved up her body to the pleasant swell of her breasts partially covered by her long red hair. She was looking right at me with lust in her eyes. We had always teased before, but this was different. I knew I was in trouble if I didn't get out of there. Just then the phone rang.

I was looking out the window talking to Mrs. Vanya who wanted to make sure her daughter Isabele was in good hands. I assured her that Hunter Barstow, our guidance counselor, was giving her his personal attention at this very moment.

I jumped when a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of my privates. Mrs. Vanya asked if everything was okay. I just grunted. Wendy licked my ear and told me to relax, but my thumper just kept growing bigger and bigger as she pawed it with her fingers.

Mrs. Vanya went on and on about Isabelle and I felt compelled to listen. Next think I knew Wendy has my zipper down and her hand wrapped around my stiff talleywhacker stroking me.

I was helpless to stop her. Truth is I didn't want to. I didn't know what she was going to do next. I tried turning to her but she told me to stay put. It was hard to concentrate on what Mrs. Vanya was saying while Wendy continued to manually stimulate me. In fact, I wasn't even sure I cared anymore.

 

[Butch]

Join?

I'd really like to be in this thread so here goes.
OOC:
Janitor John Barney is 21 and measures 6'2. Weight: 160 pure muscle. A highschool drop-out he would probably be considered dumb by many. His main interest is body building and other activities to make him look better. Needless to say he's very popular with the girls.

IC: John was on his way to the vice principals office to go over the rules. This was his first day so he was kind of nervous. After much trial and error he finally arrived in the principles office.
He opened the door and saw the couple:
"Uh, maybe I should come back later? I'm the new janitor by the way."

 

[Ragingbull]

OOC: Hey there Butch. I'm still not entirely sure how this thing works. I can see you're new like me and trying to find a way in, but I think this scene is between Wendy and me. Anyway, good hunting. Maybe someone out there has a thing for janitors.

IC: The janitor stuck his head in and couldn't help but see what Wendy was doing to me. I just shrugged my shoulders and waived at him, motioning to him to close the door. I continued talking to Mrs. Vanya as Wendy continued to stroke my Mr. Big.

 

[Butch]

On the hunt

OOC: Thanks. I'm really new at this so I appreciate it.

IC: Still quite baffled of what he saw John walked the halls of the school trying to do janitor stuff. Unfortunatly he didn't know what janitor stuff he just opened a door by random.
"109. Maybe needs some cleaning." he opened the door and looked in. Normally he would have been surprised to see this type of thing but considering earlier events he wasn't.
"Uh. I'll come back later."