St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School - Sex Stories

St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School

Author’s Note: All my standard disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction – I made it up. My characters aren’t based on anyone, and I’m not going to try and bullshit you and claim this actually happened to me. And, as always, I can’t help but sink into parody or commentary. This may be too meta for some people’s tastes, and you’re free to down vote me into oblivion or flame me if you fall into that category. It ended up longer than I intended (don’t they always!), but I think it turned out well. I’m open to any comment, discussion or criticism. There’s a bonus author’s note at the bottom for those who finish. _______________________________________________________________ There are all sorts of private boarding schools out there, each one specializing in something different. When you’re convincing parents to fork out that much money, you need to be different in a distinguishable way. The boarding school I got sent to was REALLY different. I don’t think my parents meant to send me there. The promotional material is all very coy. It doesn’t really make the purpose clear. To be fair, if they did do that, the boarding school would be shut down pretty quickly. Everyone tends to get up in arms about teenagers having sex. St. Anne’s is in Japan, in the mountains, which is great for privacy. It also takes advantage of Japan’s laws on age of consent. Everything that goes on in the school is perfectly legal under Japanese law. And… look, you probably don’t care about the backstory. ...

... You don’t care about the detailed survey about my sexuality that I filled out. You don’t care about my trip there, about saying goodbye to my parents. You don’t care about the expression on my face when I realized what I was in for. You’re a sick bastard, and you just want to hear about the sex. And I don’t blame you for that. I’m one of your number now. But I want you to know they were careful. They all knew that St. Anne’s could have been hell on Earth if they weren’t careful. And make no mistakes. They weren’t perfect. For some people, it had to have been. But for almost all of us, everything was consensual. Nothing was ever done to me against my will, and I never did anything to anybody who didn’t want it done. If there was rape, there was surely no more rape than any other school. And with the sheer amount of fucking that was going on, the administration deserves props for that. * * * I was nervous as all fuck when I got to my room. I was still reeling from the revelation of the school’s purpose. Sure, we’d get a full IB education. But we’d also be having lots and lots of sex with each other. The surveys we’d filled out had been used to place us with upperclassmen (here a gender neutral term in our co-ed school). They’d show us the ropes, pop our cherries, and teach us how to fuck. We’d live with them for two years, and then they’d graduate, and we’d take their places. (Thank all the Gods that I’d filled out the survey accurately). So I open the door, and a nervous and ...