Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2013 02:39:44 +0000
From: Joshua Freeman <jjfreeman42@gmail.com>
Subject: Greenwell-Academy-2

Hello friends! It has been a long while since my last post, I apologize to
those of you who waited for an update to this story, I promise to try my
best to post more often, and to make them as damn good as I possibly can,
that being said, I hope you enjoy this next instalment :)

My email is free for criticism, comments; good and bad, so please drop me a
message...

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Also, feel free to share your own stories, I've heard quite a few, and I
always love to hear some real life experiences to give me some inspiration!

The usual warnings... the people in this story aren't real, they aren't
based on anyone real, or anything real ever... it's a fictional story,
basically. Whilst the characters in the story may not practice safe sex,
you definitely should, because bad things happen otherwise.

Anyway, on with the story...

Heather entered the theatre where the induction was taking place, it had
already begun, and her entrance was a disturbance. The whole room turned to
stare at her; she had never felt more exposed in all her life, the wetness
between her legs probably didn't help how uncomfortable she felt. Her face
flushed red rapidly and she found the nearest empty seat. The principle
stood on the stage, as he addressed the room of girls. Heather thought it
strange that the head of a girl's school should be a man, but she supposed
the staff weren't set the same limitations as the students. His words faded
out as she began to think of what she had just done. If she had been caught
doing that at home she would have been caned for sure, and then the girl!
She shuddered at the thought of what might happen should she be caught with
another girl.

At the same time however, she could not help but feel aroused, her nipples
hardened again, a habit which was becoming frustrating. She thought of her
again and felt herself become even more moist. She looked around the
theatre at all the girls there. All of them. Their slender bodies, their
protruding, supple breasts, soft to the touch, their smooth legs, their
full, juicy pouting lips, their wet tongues. She wanted them, she wanted
all of them; never had she felt such desire, what had happened to her? She
had just arrived and she had gone from being an innocent naïve little
girl into a dirty, sinful, slutty succubus.

She spied the girl she had encountered in the cubicle. She didn't seem to
notice her. She really was stunningly beautiful, she looked flawless.

The speeches ended and each person was assigned a form tutor, the form
tutor gave them their timetables, the timetable told heather that she had
no classes today. After the induction they were all given a tour around the
site, the tour ended at the dormitory, and they were all given permission
to leave. Most girls made their way to classes; Heather seemed to be the
only one who didn't have anything to do. The feeling of loneliness started
to creep back. She made her way to her dorm room; she had nothing better to
do.

She spent the rest of the evening reading her books, trying not to think
about the events earlier that day, it had certainly been the most eventful
introduction she had ever had.

A few hours passed, and it was beginning to get dark, the sun was setting
and leaving a trail of crimson splashed across the sky, the dormitory
however, was still empty. Heather decided to explore the building, it was
huge, and there were so many different rooms let alone a surplus of
bedrooms and adjacent bathrooms. The facilities were more the adequate, and
were squeaky clean, she wondered whether it would look as clean if it were
a boys dormitory.

A voice lingered in the distance. Someone was singing.

She made her way to the sound, it was delectable; it was warm and
welcoming. As she got closer she could hear the sound of a shower running,
it seemed to accompany the voice perfectly, it was glowing.  Soon she came
to a bathroom door, the room was communal, showers would be shared between
the girls; Heather tingled with excitement at that idea. She listened at
the door for a moment. She could hear the girl scrubbing her body, she
could hear the squelch of liquid soap slapping her skin, but most of all,
she could hear the wet, the water trickling down. She had never felt more
turned on in her life, she listened to the girl clean herself and sing; it
was such a fantastic combination it could have made her weep. She had to
look.

She opened the door a crack, praying they would not hear. It was her. Of
course it was her, who else would it be? She shone like an angel, her skin
glowing from the water flowing from the shower. Her blonde hair wet and
wild. She was completely naked, and just as perfect. Her breasts were
perfection, stunningly rounded and pert, her nipples covering a reasonable
amount of her skin. Her ass shone gloriously, just as pert as her breasts,
but decidedly more peachy. Heather wanted, needed, more. She opened the
door wider, with a treacherous creak. She turned around.

"Oh my god, you freak! What are you doing?"

Heather knew she should run, but she stayed rooted to the spot. She didn't
know what to say. The girl however seemed to calm down and her mouth
twisted in a wicked smile.

"Thought it was your turn to sneak up on me did ya?" She laughed, "well-
you got me! Do you like what you see?"

Heather definitely liked what she saw. She had never witness such beauty in
all her life. She had been wrong about her vagina though; there was the
tiniest sprinkle of pubic hair, just above it. She thought it was perfect.

"What is your name sweetie?" the girl asked curiously.

"H-Heather" she managed to force from her lips, feeling more awkward than
ever.

"Emma" the blonde girl spoke clearly, pointing to herself "come over here,
join me."

"But- my uniform- I-"

"Well then, take it off!" she laughed.

Heather hesitantly removed her clothing, she shook with fear, spying on
people was fine, but this was something new and she didn't know how to
respond. Before long she stood naked. Her breasts weren't as big as Emma's,
but they were just as pert and youthful. Her vagina was smaller and tighter
too, most likely from lack of use.

Emma signalled for her to come closer. She took her hand and guided it to
her pussy. Heather gasped as she touched it, it was so warm and soft. She
began to rub it gently, caressing the lips and finally Emma forced her
fingers inside her. She pushed the fingers deep inside her and left them
there for a few seconds. Then she removed them and told Heather to suck on
her fingers. She did as she was told, the taste was strange, but not bad,
she could certainly get used to it.

"Do you like how I taste?" Emma asked seductively, rubbing her breasts and
playing with her nipples, "would you like some more?"

She did not wait for a response; she pushed Heather to her knees, and
pushed her groin into her face. Heather did not need any more
encouragement; she began lapping at Emma's pussy furiously. The small tuft
of hair above her vagina tickled her nose, which only made her want it
more, she had never wanted anything more in her life.  She stuck her tongue
in as deep as she could manage, sucking, licking, kissing.

"Oh Heather, baby!" Emma cried, throwing her head back in ecstasy, "just
like that, mmm yeah." Heather inserted her fingers inside her, and began to
finger her rapidly as she tickled her clitoris with her tongue. She
surprised herself how good she was at this. Everything was wet, and the
passion was blinding.

Emma grabbed Heather's head and forced her tongue deeper inside her. She
began playing with her nipples as she could feel herself coming. She was
wailing, screaming with pleasure, she had never made this much noise
before.  She felt it rising inside her, her body began to quake and tremble
and surged towards her vagina. She crumbled under the sheer force of her
orgasm. Screaming, she held Heather's face in place as her juices exploded
from her.  It took her a while to recover fully, but when she did she threw
Heather to the floor violently.

"Slut." It was a statement, not an insult, not an attack. She walked out of
the bathroom, picking up a towel on her way out. Heather lay in a crumpled
heap on the floor, the hot water from the shower pouring down on her naked
body. How did she feel? She didn't know, but it felt like happiness. It
felt like freedom.

That night in bed she let her fingers go wandering under her pants. She
felt no shame, no remorse. Every penetration was beautiful, it was
bliss. She moaned softly to herself, scared of waking the hot, seductive,
sweet, tender girls that lay sleeping around her. She let her fingers
travel deep inside her, in and out, in and out. She came gloriously three
times that night, screaming with pleasure into her pillow as she did.  By
the morning her sheets were soaking wet, but she didn't care, she felt like
she had found herself at last.


Okay guys... I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, i promise to update soon and
not leave it another year this time, any suggestions for what will happen
next, or any comments, stories etc. are welcome, just drop me and email!
Thank you for reading, and see you next time! :)