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Meteorite
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2012
See the OOC here: http://www.bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=37138
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The dim glare of a hologramic screen reflected in Savannah's eyes. She lightly tapped "Premade categories," with her index finger and a new page pulled up showing a list of generic wants. She scrolled down and saw the option, "Sex". A little wary, she clicked the pull down arrow to read the description: This world offers unlimited sex anywhere, any time, and with anyone in one of the most wild settings most commonly associated with fantasies.
Hmm. A little vague, but liberal sex was definitely enticing. So she clicked it. Immediately, a pale blue light enveloped her. When she came to, she found herself staring at a white tiled ceiling. She pulled herself into an upright position and observed her new surroundings.
It was structured like any school, rows of lockers brimming the hallways, but something was very off. The students occupying it were all scantily dressed. The women's shirts were midriff. They bore skirts that were blue-white plaid and so short they exposed a sliver of their rears, which were either bare or clad in lacy thongs. Being bisexual, an intense blush dusted Savannah's cheeks as she proceeded to once-over the men. Their uniforms matched the normal stereotype, only their shirts were either unbuttoned or they opted to go shirtless. Then she took a step back, startled to realize...
A good number of them were having sex out in the open. Men, or even some women, had other women pinned on the ground or against the lockers as they performed. Anyone else was having group or solo sex, the moans penetrating the air just as the cocks were penetrating many women. All except for one boy with unruly, rustic hair.
As he approached, she noted he must have been taking part at one point, because his tie was undone and the buttons were torn from his spotless white shirt, exposing a sculpted chest. Savannah shrank back, not knowing what to make of all this.
He nodded politely to her. "I'm from the welcoming committee." She expected him to provide his name, but it never came. "So, welcome to Climax High. You should know that cutting class time is only acceptable if you're having sex. Staff are allowed to fool around with students as well—"
"You're kidding me," Savannah mumbled, mystified.
"—and clothes are optional. Just make sure you're never covered head to toe."
Having worn a sweater and jeans prior to her arrival, Savannah looked down to examine herself. She was surprised to find herself dressed similarly to the other women in the school. The only familiar article of clothing was her black leather, platform-wedged boots that almost measured to her knees. As her eyes traveled up her legs, she noticed a stream of her juices trickling down her thigh, the paper-thin fabric of her thong too weak to contain it.
Admittedly, all the action here had definitely aroused her. Moving onward, most of her curvaceous body was generously uncovered, the cleavage of her C-cups peeking out and her rock-hard nipples very pronounced as they strained against her shirt. She also had glossy, midnight black hair cascading to her shoulder blades; cerulean eyes framed by heavy eyelashes; an upturned nose; delicate features and an ivory complexion. Savannah was so stunned by the unrestrained indecency of this environment, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to cover up or strip entirely and fulfill her desires already unraveling in her head.
The boy's voice jolted her from her reverie. He thanked her for her time and started to turn. She blurted, "What about your name?" She wasn't necessarily curious, just thought it was proper manners.
He laughed. "Nobody cares about names here!"
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The dim glare of a hologramic screen reflected in Savannah's eyes. She lightly tapped "Premade categories," with her index finger and a new page pulled up showing a list of generic wants. She scrolled down and saw the option, "Sex". A little wary, she clicked the pull down arrow to read the description: This world offers unlimited sex anywhere, any time, and with anyone in one of the most wild settings most commonly associated with fantasies.
Hmm. A little vague, but liberal sex was definitely enticing. So she clicked it. Immediately, a pale blue light enveloped her. When she came to, she found herself staring at a white tiled ceiling. She pulled herself into an upright position and observed her new surroundings.
It was structured like any school, rows of lockers brimming the hallways, but something was very off. The students occupying it were all scantily dressed. The women's shirts were midriff. They bore skirts that were blue-white plaid and so short they exposed a sliver of their rears, which were either bare or clad in lacy thongs. Being bisexual, an intense blush dusted Savannah's cheeks as she proceeded to once-over the men. Their uniforms matched the normal stereotype, only their shirts were either unbuttoned or they opted to go shirtless. Then she took a step back, startled to realize...
A good number of them were having sex out in the open. Men, or even some women, had other women pinned on the ground or against the lockers as they performed. Anyone else was having group or solo sex, the moans penetrating the air just as the cocks were penetrating many women. All except for one boy with unruly, rustic hair.
As he approached, she noted he must have been taking part at one point, because his tie was undone and the buttons were torn from his spotless white shirt, exposing a sculpted chest. Savannah shrank back, not knowing what to make of all this.
He nodded politely to her. "I'm from the welcoming committee." She expected him to provide his name, but it never came. "So, welcome to Climax High. You should know that cutting class time is only acceptable if you're having sex. Staff are allowed to fool around with students as well—"
"You're kidding me," Savannah mumbled, mystified.
"—and clothes are optional. Just make sure you're never covered head to toe."
Having worn a sweater and jeans prior to her arrival, Savannah looked down to examine herself. She was surprised to find herself dressed similarly to the other women in the school. The only familiar article of clothing was her black leather, platform-wedged boots that almost measured to her knees. As her eyes traveled up her legs, she noticed a stream of her juices trickling down her thigh, the paper-thin fabric of her thong too weak to contain it.
Admittedly, all the action here had definitely aroused her. Moving onward, most of her curvaceous body was generously uncovered, the cleavage of her C-cups peeking out and her rock-hard nipples very pronounced as they strained against her shirt. She also had glossy, midnight black hair cascading to her shoulder blades; cerulean eyes framed by heavy eyelashes; an upturned nose; delicate features and an ivory complexion. Savannah was so stunned by the unrestrained indecency of this environment, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to cover up or strip entirely and fulfill her desires already unraveling in her head.
The boy's voice jolted her from her reverie. He thanked her for her time and started to turn. She blurted, "What about your name?" She wasn't necessarily curious, just thought it was proper manners.
He laughed. "Nobody cares about names here!"