Oakcrest Academy: Oakcrest A&P
Story by andromeda
Okay... BIG new story here! Hmmm where to begin...
This story takes place in the world of my main story Sex, Magic, and Suntan Lotion. It is, however, different in several respects. First: it takes place no where near New Jersey or the Jersey Shore. It only features one (side) character from SMS- but otherwise it is a totally original cast of almost a dozen girls, each with unique social and sexual personalities. It's also written from the ground up as a futa story and also it's more streamlined than SMS- I de-emphasize the 'magic' and the underlying reason for the existence for futa in an otherwise realistic world while trying to make every page, every paragraph, and every sentence as sexy as possible. I admit I indulge in complex interpersonal relationships which can lengthen the reading between sex-scenes, but in this case it's all meant to strengthen the sex... The best part about writing these stories is that I can put you in the head of the characters, I can let you know exactly how she's feeling in her head AND in her body. In other words: To know how she's fucking is one thing, but to know why she's so turned on and what the sex means to her... that's the jackpot for me, and will continue to play a part in my stuff. So get comfy, light a candle, and break out the expensive lube before you start reading... :P
Oh and this is a long-form story that I will update as regularly as possible... I'll try to post new parts every 1-2 weeks.
You can totally read the first chapter with no knowledge of my original story whatsoever, but for those who are interested, or those who have read SMS and want a refresher, Read parts 14, 16, and 17 of SMS (Link in sig).
Okay- this story features the following turn-ons/offs: Futa/female; futa/futa; female/female; realistic growth; cum eating/cum play; anal play; excessive cum (like more than normal but no one is filling any swimming pools here); teenage girls; school girls; voyeurism; exhibitionism; body inspection; teacher/student; yuri; interracial.. I'll add more if/when they come up. If you've read my stuff before you know I'm not all that extreme, anyway...
here we go!
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CHAPTER 1: Welcome to Oakcrest Academy
It's the first day of the new school year at this prestigious boarding school, and we'll begin by meeting a girl who brought something extra with her this semester...
Chapter 1
Sunlight filtered pure and golden through heavy wooden blinds, igniting lazy dust motes into a thousand silver sparkles that swam dreamily in the still air. The beams cast bars of pale morning light across a large bed, with a girl borrowed deep in the navy blue comforter.
The room was warm and quiet, haphazard with moving boxes and luggage scattered about, but a semblance of order was beginning to emerge in the most important places. The desk was neat and orderly, with a pen cup and lamp framing a charging laptop. Nearby, a large oak dresser was arrayed with various personal products- deodorant, fragrances, and a small mirror on a stand. An assortment of necklaces- chokers and ropes and long fine silver threads adorned with charms and beads and precious stones were hung on several butterfly-shaped hooks on the wall next to the dresser. A full-length mirror was affixed to the wall next to them.
And then there was the bed. The thing was old and large, a four-posted fixture of stately dark oak that dominated the west wall of the room. The girl was in there, snuggled deep in its folds.
From outside the blankets, all that was visible of her was a delta of thick brown hair. It spread across the pillow like rivers of dark mahogany and converged in waves of wide, shining locks that disappeared beneath the rumple of the blanket.
She was curled up on her side underneath the covers. Her long, lean legs were bent, with heels tucked up to her butt. The feminine arch of her hip tapered to her narrow waist, before swelling again to her upper body. Perpendicular to the elegant, tapered hourglass shape of her frame, different curves appeared- the prominent twin globes of her breasts, large and full, claiming every inch of space on her chest.
She snuggled deeper into the blanket, awake but still sleepy. She knew it was the first day of classes but she wasn’t ready to admit it. Her right arm lay across her chest, her hand tucked under her head. The weight of her arm pressed her breasts together, forming a deep line of cleavage that disappeared into her powder-blue t-shirt. She tried to squeeze her eyes closed, but some sense of responsibility deeper than her desire for more sleep overcame her. Sleepy light brown eyes blinked open in the darkness under the blanket.
She had had another dream last night. It was the fourth night in a row. She smiled drowsily and slid her legs together, feeling the silky wetness of arousal that coated the inside of her thighs. The f
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