by Ella Ford
Stafford spoke again, turning away from Brie and Kelly. “A perfect demonstration of the first hurdle. I gave an order, it was a surprise to my two volunteers and so they didn’t follow it. If I was a passenger, I would now be wondering what I’d done to cause these two girls who are taking my money to disobey me. This is not a good situation, and it is exactly what SubAir academy is here for. Within two weeks, Brie and Kelly will be making out like high school sweethearts milliseconds after that same order, but for now we need to work on it a little. Let’s try again - girls, please kiss.”
The second order came as less of a surprise, Brie and Kelly were prepared and turned to face each other. Brie gently reached a hand to touch Kelly’s cheek, wrapping her fingers behind Kelly’s head. She bent slightly to bring their mouths together. Their lips brushed against each other, lightly at first, savouring the first touch. Kelly responded by putting her hands on Brie’s hips and pulling her body close. She returned the kiss, pressing her lips on the other girl’s.
Jenny looked on, entranced by the scene in front of her. She felt a warmth building between her legs and shifted in her seat. Glancing around the room, she noted the reactions of the other girls. Some appeared as fascinated as she was, some girls looked horrified at what they were seeing. Jenny wondered what those girls were expecting? She turned back to Brie and Kelly. The two girls were now kissing deeply, tongues flicking out, dancing together and probing the other’s mouth. Kelly’s hands crawled over Brie’s body, moving up to cup her breast and lightly squeeze it. They seemed lost in each other, oblivious to the rest of the room.
“Okay, thank you girls,” Principal Stafford placed a hand on each girl’s shoulder, pulling them apart. Brie and Kelly blushed as they realised what they’d done, hastily straightening their uniforms and hurrying back to their desks. Jenny noticed that Kelly brushed up against Brie as she sat and Brie smiled at her coquettishly.
The principal cleared his throat and spoke again. “That was an easy one, and, judging by the performance we’ve just seen, an enjoyable one at that,” the girls laughed. Brie and Kelly glanced at each other and blushed again. “Let’s try something a little bit more intense.” He paced the room, surveying the girls seated before him. Jenny sat straight in her seat, hoping to attract his attention. She longed to be tested, to show her fellow students that she aimed to graduate at the top of this particular class. She pushed her breasts forward, gripping the desk in front of her.
Stafford’s gaze eventually landed on her and settled there, grinning at her transparent enthusiasm. “Ladies, it looks like we have our next volunteer. Please, my dear, step up here,” he motioned for Jenny to come to the front. She stood and confidently walked to the front of the room, turning to face the other students, back straight and hands behind her.
Stafford addressed the seated girls. “This job is not for the faint of heart. There is no room for prudishness or hesitation. So let’s cut to the chase - you’re going to get fucked. You’ll be fucked by men, by women, by both at the same time. You’ll get fucked hard and often, and you’ll need to learn to enjoy it. They’ll fuck your mouth, your pussy, your asshole and any other hole they can find,” he turned his attention to Jenny. “What is your name my dear?”
“Jenny, sir,” she replied promptly, with a smile.
“Well, Jenny, do you think you’re up to all that fucking?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Jenny answered. She was prepared for this. He was testing her limits by attempting to embarrass her, to make her hesitate. She maintained her perfect smile and straightened her back.
“Jenny, take off your clothes.”
Jenny blinked, “Sir?”
“Take off your clothes Jenny and bend over the desk”, Stafford pointed at the large desk in the corner of the room, “Quickly now.”
Jenny suddenly felt the weight of the other girls’ stares on her. She hadn’t expected this so soon, she thought he would just try to embarrass her. With a deep breath, she reached inside herself and willed her body into motion. She unbuttoned her blazer, and removed it, dropping it to the floor behind her. Next came her blouse and then her skirt. She felt herself blush as she stood there in her underwear.
As she glanced around the room, she made brief eye contact with Kelly. Kelly was smirking slightly, apparently enjoying this immensely. Some of the other girls had looked away, unable to look directly at her. Reluctantly, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, letting it fall forwards over her arms and to the ground. With her right arm across her breasts, she pulled her panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. She stood straight and attempted to cover herself, her face flushing as the other girls studied her.
Glancing at Stafford, she noticed a prominent bulge in his pants. She was suddenly aware of what he intended to do and felt her heart race. He pointed at the desk again. Jenny looked at it, realising that when she bent over it she would be exposed before the entire class. Her pussy and ass spread wide for them all to see. The thought horrified her, yet she found herself walking across the room, arms still protecting her modesty.
“Bend over the desk Jenny,” Stafford commanded from behind her. Facing the corner of the room, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes briefly and bent forward. She gasped as her nipples touched the cold surface of the desk, and stretched out her arms to grip the other side.
Stafford walked across the room to join her. He placed his large hand on her back and lightly kicked the insides of her feet, indicating she should spread her stockinged legs. Jenny did so, exposing herself to Stafford and the other students. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, scrutinised in a way that she had never been before. She closed her eyes and wished it was all over.
Stafford spoke, his hand stroking its way down her back to grip her ass cheek, “At SubAir, fucking and submission are major parts of your job. If you’re not comfortable with either of these, then you should leave now.” Jenny heard him unzip his pants, dropping them to the floor behind her. She felt his strong hand grip her hip and shivered as he teased his cock against her pussy lips. She heard the other girls in the room gasp at the scene unfolding before them.
She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. Every one of the students was looking at her, they appeared shocked but unable to look away. Jenny’s face burned and she squirmed in Stafford’s grip.
Then Stafford entered her, impaling her on his cock and causing her to gasp. She could feel the size of him filling her, the rigid girth stretched at her tight opening. In spite of herself, she longed for him to force himself deeper, yet he took slow, shallow thrusts at first. Jenny moaned, forgetting her embarrassment momentarily and focusing only the building rhythm in her pussy. She closed her eyes again, feeling the warmth spreading within her. As she struggled to steady her thoughts, Stafford reached forward and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back and arching her back. She was tiny beneath this enormous man, entirely under his control. Her body a slave to him, powerless to control herself.
She felt her mind melt as she submitted to his desires. This is what she wanted, to offer her obedience and be used as a plaything, a possession, a fucktoy. But something nagged at her mind. Even as she felt herself losing control, she remained grounded by the weight of the stares upon her. She hated the judging eyes, the feeling of being on display. She felt her mind losing focus, a panic rising to supplant the warmth between her legs. Suddenly, she needed to be away from this room, away from the scrutiny and judgement.
“Please, stop!” she cried and pushed her body upwards to stand. Immediately, Stafford withdrew, stepping backwards to allow her to get up. “I-I’m sorry, I-I can’t,” she stuttered, unable to look at Stafford or the other students.
“That’s okay Jenny,” Stafford attempted to calm her, “get dressed and return to your desk. Kelly, come and help Jenny.”
Kelly stood and moved to Jenny’s side, putting a hand on her upper arm to calm her. Jenny flinched away from Kelly’s touch and bent to pick up her clot
hes. “I-I’m sorry, I think I’ve made a huge mistake,” she offered meekly, never once making eye contact with Stafford. Unable to stand it anymore, she turned, hurrying past the other students and out of the room.
Chapter 2
“They’re going to throw me out, aren’t they?” Jenny asked, her eyes red with tears, still unable to believe how badly she’d blown it that afternoon. She was in her dorm room in SubAir Academy’s residential wing. She’d run back here after leaving the classroom, not even bothering to get dressed. She’d collapsed onto her bed and sobbed to herself for an hour before a knock at her door had forced her to put on a robe and wipe her face.
It was Kelly and Brie. Kelly had looked at Jenny, face sympathetic and held up a large tub of chocolate ice cream without saying a word. In spite of how she felt, Jenny had laughed and invited the girls into her room, thankful for the company. She offered them beanbags and they sat on the floor and talked about what had happened.
Kelly was the first to answer her, “Listen, you didn’t do yourself any favours, that’s for sure. But I don’t think they’ll kick you out,” she paused to take a spoonful of the rapidly disappearing ice cream, “I mean, you did bend over that desk to take it like a good girl initially right? Let’s say you nailed the take-off, but fluffed the landing!”
The girls all laughed at this. Jenny was starting to feel better about things, enjoying the ice cream and talking with the other girls.
Brie spoke next, her soft voice filled with sympathy and understanding, “So what happened Jenny? What made you choke?”
Jenny thought for a few seconds before replying, “I don’t know. It was weird, I was starting to enjoy it, but then I was suddenly aware of you all watching me and I felt really… exposed. I’ve never been shy before, but this was different. I felt so vulnerable and I panicked.”
Brie nodded, “Yeah, I felt the same when Kelly and me… you know…” She flashed a glance at Kelly and blushed.
“How did you deal with it?” Jenny asked, eager to hear what this tall redhead had to say.
Brie paused, “I guess… uh…. well, Kelly is a great kisser,” it was Kelly’s turn to blush at this, “and I kind of lost myself in her touch and the rest of you became irrelevant. No offence!” They all laughed again.
“Maybe I just need to get Kelly to kiss me the next time I’m getting fucked,” Jenny quipped and Kelly flicked her ice cream covered spoon at her. Jenny collapsed in a fit of giggles.
They sat in silence for the next few minutes, enjoying the ice cream and each other’s company. Finally, Kelly spoke, “Okay Jen, I think I have a plan that doesn’t depend on my unrivalled kissing ability.”
“I’m all ears,” replied Jenny.
“Okay, I think you need to confront your fears. You don’t like being naked and exposed around other people, you don’t like to be looked at right?”
“Sure.”
“Then show us what you’re so ashamed of!”
Jenny looked at her, confused, “I’m not sure I understand…”
“Take off the robe. Spread your legs. Let us see the goods,” Kelly pointed at Jenny’s crotch, “Play with yourself in front of us and we’ll sit here like it’s the most normal thing in the world and watch you and talk about the latest Gossip Girls.”
“I…I’m not sure I could do that,” said Jenny, a familiar feeling of panic rising within her.
Brie spoke again, “No, I think it’s a good idea. We’re all friends here, no judgement, think of it as acclimatization!”
“Hmmm, well, if you think it’ll help,” Jenny relented and moved to untie her robe. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and sat back on the beanbag again, keeping her legs together and covering her breasts with her arm.
Kelly moved to kneel beside her, placing a hand on her knee, “Come on, relax, let yourself be free.” She traced a finger down Jenny’s thigh and smiled at her. Brie had moved to sit opposite Kelly on Jenny’s right and gently forced a warm hand between her legs, urging them apart.
Jenny felt her pulse quicken at the touch of these two girls, but couldn’t bring herself to expose her body entirely. She held her legs together. Kelly seemed to sense Jenny’s reluctance and sat back.
“I think we’re going to have give you some help here,” Kelly said, moving to kneel at Jenny’s feet and beckoning Brie to join her. Brie didn’t hesitate and knelt facing Kelly, their knees touching. Jenny watched the two girls before her, wondering what they were planning.
“I noticed that you seemed somewhat agitated earlier when me and Brie gave our little performance,” Kelly said, her eyes locked on Brie’s, “so let’s see if we can get you going again.” With that, she reached forward to hook a manicured finger under Brie’s neck scarf, pulling her friend towards her and pressing their lips together. Brie responded immediately, kissing Kelly back and hurriedly unbuttoning the other girl’s blouse.
Jenny looked on, hypnotised by the scene unfolding just inches away from her. She felt herself relaxing slightly, her arm fell from her breasts to rest at her side.
Brie finished fumbling with the buttons and eagerly pulled Kelly’s blouse off her shoulders, then leaned forwards to undo and remove the other girl’s bra. Kelly’s breasts fell free, they were large and firm and very inviting. Brie didn’t wait and plunged her tongue forwards to hungrily lick at Kelly’s erect nipples. Kelly threw her head back and moaned, thrusting her tits out and urging Brie onwards.
Jenny breathed heavily, her pulse quickened and she felt her own desire rising. Her hands massaged her own breasts and she longed to feel Brie’s expert touch upon them too. Without realising it, she parted her legs and spread herself wide, her wet pussy open and available.
Realising that her plan was working, Kelly glanced in her direction and smiled before closing her eyes once again as Brie continued to devour her nipples. Brie pulled back suddenly, hands tearing at her own blouse and bra. In the blink of an eye, her own tits were free and she set upon Kelly once again, lost in her own desires. The two girls kissed deeply, breasts pushed together, hands clawing at each other as though possessed with a desperate need that could not be fulfilled.
Jenny’s hand was now between her own legs, fingers deftly parting her damp lips and massaging her throbbing clit. She was breathing heavily now, and moved her free hand to massage her breast. Her reluctance to be exposed now forgotten, she longed for these two girls to see her, to touch her, to taste her, to smell her. There was no part of her that she didn’t want them to experience and she moaned her invitation to them.
Kelly and Brie turned to face her as one, still embracing, their sweating bodies writhing together. Jenny forced her legs wider, thrusting her pussy upwards, daring them towards herself. They took the bait, moving together to kneel between Jenny’s legs. In perfect unison, they each bent to kiss and lick her thighs, slowly, maddeningly working their way to the centre. Jenny raised her legs backwards towards her head and held them there, allowing both girls access to her waiting pussy. Kelly was first to oblige, plunging her tongue deep into Jenny’s lips, lapping back and forth, savouring the taste before finding her clit. Brie grasped Jenny’s ass cheeks, forcing them apart and greedily pushing her tongue onto her asshole.
Jenny screamed at the intense feelings coursing through her body. She pushed her head back and arched her back, she longed for both girls to lick harder and deeper. Sensing her need, they intensified their efforts. She raised her head, looking between her legs, desperate to see these two girls devouring her holes. As she looked on, Kelly and Brie briefly ceased their assault to kiss each other, before diving back to Jenny. The sight of this frenzy sent Jenny wild, her entire body tensed as she felt the orgasm building inside herself. Slowly at first, distant and vague, but picking up pace quickly and filling her body with an unbearable warmth. She struggled to contain it, to prolong it and ride the waves of pleasure it caused, but she could no longer hold back the tidal wave of desire. With one final spasm, she let the orgasm take her, body a
nd mind exploding as one.
“YES! YES! YES!” she screamed, gripping the hair of the two girls and forcing them into her as her body quaked. A fireball rose through her body, filling her belly, her breasts, her arms and legs. She thought it would never end, feared it might not, hoped it wouldn’t. But gradually, her body settled and calm returned. She regained her senses, the muscles in her arms and legs still quivering.
Brie and Kelly still sat between her legs. They gently caressed each other, smiling as they watched Jenny recover. Their eyes wandered over her body, and Jenny was aware that she was entirely exposed before them. To her surprise, she didn’t care about this.
Brie was the first to speak, “Told you Kelly was a good kisser!” and Kelly playfully squeezed her friend’s nipple. They laughed and collapsed together to lay either side of Jenny on the beanbag, their legs entangled with hers.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Jenny awoke to find a note had been pushed underneath her door. It was from the principal’s office, advising her that the principal wanted a meeting with her to discuss what had happened. She groaned as she realised that she would be forced to account for her failure, and started to get ready.
Kelly and Brie had stayed till late the previous night. The three of them had pleasured each other until they were exhausted, before collapsing into bed to talk into the early hours like teens on a sleepover. The air in her room was heavy with the aroma of perfume and sex and she shivered involuntarily at the memory of what they’d done.
After getting showered and dressed, she arranged her hair and did her make up. If she was being expelled from SubAir Academy today, she was going to make damned sure she looked her best so they knew what they were losing. Finally satisfied, she left her room and crossed the central square to the principal’s office. She was greeted by Principal Stafford’s personal assistant, Ruth. Ruth was a pleasant and attractive girl, around the same age as Jenny. They’d chatted together when Jenny had checked into the academy the previous weekend. She had blonde hair, cut to a cute bob and wore the tightest blouse possible, her breasts stretching at the tight fabric in a concerted effort to escape.
