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The Great Adventure Girl's Academy

Chapter VIII


Most of the girls talk about running away. I think,
after sex, it is their favorite fantasy. Jerry, the
school counselor, has told me that all of the girls
have dreams of running away. He explains to them that
the dream is an attempt to run away from their
responsibilities and if they learn to accept their
responsibilities the dreams will go away. What a load
of crap. Prisoners always dream about escape. I guess
Jerry is just keeping the company line.

There is no escape from the Academy. There's no place
to go. We have a couple of girls a year try it. But
they generally don't get very far. If they leave
during the day someone notices they are missing before
they can get five miles. As there is only one road in
and out Bobbi takes off in the Academy's SUV and finds
them and drags them back. If they leave at night they
have maybe ten hours, in the dark to try and walk 30
miles on an unpaved road that curves and veers along a
steep mountainside until it hits the desert plateau.
No can do. So if we find a girl missing in the morning
Bobbi calls the local sheriff and he drives out to our
road and drives up toward the Academy. He usually
finds the girl closer to the Academy then to the
highway, picks her up and drops her back here - tired,
discouraged and usually scared from the night in the
wilderness. It's amazing how many things there are at
night in the dark far from civilization. One girl was
bitten by a rattler in the dark. She was rushed to the
hospital and spent a few months recovering from the
bite. That sort of story takes a lot of the motivation
out of trying to escape.

Since I've been here only one girl has gotten close,
Sara Hughes. She took off on a Sunday morning hoping
no one would notice till bed check. She happened to be
on the road when a photographer showed up looking for
some Anasazi ruins. He had taken the wrong turn. 

She flagged the truck down. The driver rolled down the
window, "Hello Miss."

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

He pulled out a map and pointing said, "I'm looking
for these ruins."

Sara looked and realized he had turned up the wrong
road. Her class had just been to these particular
ruins. A thought occurred to her. "You turned up the
wrong road. I could show you where they are."

"You sure?' he asked.

"Yeah. No problem at all." She came around to the
passenger side and climbed into the truck. "Just go
back the way you came."

He stuck out his hand. "Tom Peterson. I'm
photographing the Anasazi ruins. I'm going to try to
sell a spread to one of the magazines."

"Sara Hughes," she said. "I'm not making any money but
if you want to share with your guide..."

He laughed as he turned his truck and headed back. An
hour later he rolled onto the paved highway and turned
the way Sara indicated. About a mile or so down the
road Sara watched a sheriff's car go by and turn up
the road to the Academy. That close, she thought.

Ten miles down the highway another dirt road cut off
toward the mountains. The road led up a canyon. Half
way up the canyon they rounded a bend and saw the
ruins a hundred feet up the cliff face. Like all
Anasazi ruins they were protected by Federal law.
Unlike most, these were accessible if you didn't mind
a little rock climbing. Tom pulled his truck up to the
face of the cliff. He could see the diagonal fracture
in the cliff that formed a natural ladder up to the
ruins. He pulled his gear out of the back of the
truck.

"You want to come along?" he asked.

She looked up at the narrow ledge and shook her head.
"I'll wait here."

He smiled and hefting his gear onto his back started
climbing. He was back two hours later having taken
several hundred shots of the site and surrounding
canyon. Satisfied with his work he stowed his gear and
they headed back to the highway.

"Thanks a lot Sara. You saved me a lot of trouble.
Should I take you home?"

She shook her head. "Nah, just drop me at the
highway."

That made him look closely at her. He didn't say
anything for a while. Then he told her, "Okay. You
better tell me what's going on or I'm going to have to
call somebody. I can't just drop you off in the middle
of the desert."

Unable to think of anything better she confessed
having run away from the Academy. She told him how
horrible it was, spicing it up a little. Then she
begged him to help her.

He thought for a while. "How you going to pay? You
know the old rule, Gas, grass or ass."

"What?" she asked.

He explained, "It's an old trucker's saying. Either
money for gas, grass or you pay with some ass."

She was appalled. She considered jumping from the
truck but they were still in the middle of nowhere.
She really didn't have any good options. She listened
as Tom told her he was heading back to Atlanta and
he'd take her along if she could `pay' her way.
Atlanta was far from the Academy. She was sure in a
big city like Atlanta she could find a job and get by.
 The more she thought about it the better it sounded.
She remembered the time she slept with Jason Cooper so
he would give her some weed. Was this any different?
She looked at Tom. He wasn't so bad looking, kind of
rugged and handsome actually. Shit, she thought. Jason
had acne and she'd fucked him for weed that had more
sticks and seeds than grass.

"I'd like to go to Atlanta," she said. She turned
toward him and put one knee up on the seat spreading
her legs wide.

Tom looked over and saw what she was doing. "You got
money for gas?"

She smiled. "Nope. I don't have any grass either. I
guess it will have to be ass." She held his eye. He
nearly drove off the road thinking about Sara's hot
little body and what he was going to do with it.

Once back on the highway he turned south and headed
for Highway 40. He had packed a lunch. Sara and he
shared it on the way. Just before 40 he found a motel
and diner and decided to stop for the night. He
checked in and took Sara across the parking lot to the
diner. After dinner he took her back to the room.

"You want the first shower?" he asked.

"Yeah, I feel groady,' she said and disappeared into
the bath.

Tom lay back and turned on the TV. He found a nice
movie about a young girl and an older man in the adult
titles. It was soft core and half way romantic. He was
hard watching it and fantasizing about Sara. 

She came out wrapped in a towel since she had nothing
else to wear. Tom looked at her appreciatively. She
looked at the TV. "Is that a porn movie?"

"It's not really porn," he said. "It's more just soft
core," hoping she wouldn't be put off.

"Cool. I've never seen one before." She flopped down
on the bed and watched avidly. 

Tom smiled and thought, this is even better than I
hoped. She is going to be primed by the time I get
back from my shower. He hopped up and headed into the
bath. His cock was rock hard in the shower and he
jacked off to relieve the tension. It only took about
three pulls before he covered the shower door with his
spunk. Feeling more relaxed and thinking that would he
would last better when he fucked little Sara he washed
off the residue and finished his shower.

He dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Sara was sitting on the bed using the headrest for
support and watching the movie with intense interest.
He lay down next to her. 

He was quickly pulled into the movie. It was very hot
as the man and girl were fucking in a hot tub. He felt
the blood rush to his cock and the towel started to
rise. He looked over and saw her eyes flicking back
and forth between the movie and the inflating towel.

"I must be enjoying the movie," he said.

Sara laughed and said, "Me too."

That sent additional pressure south and his cock stood
up fully. He just about grabbed her right then but
controlled himself to wait for the end of the movie.

Sara asked him, "Have you ever made love while you
watched one of these movies?"

"No, but I've always wanted to," he answered.

"I bet it would be great," she said looking at the
tent in his towel. 

He could take a hint. She was as horney as he was. He
sat up and flung his towel on the floor. Sara's eyes
widened, a look of concern flitted across her face.
But the concern was mixed with the hunger she felt as
well - A hunger to be satiated by Tom. On his knees he
leaned over her bringing his face just an inch from
hers. She tilted her face up and he brought his lips
to hers. 

Tom grabbed her towel and slowly started pulling. Sara
leaned forward as Tom pulled the towel from her body.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her. Sara lay
back on the blue cover of the bed and smiled at Tom,
her head resting on her hand. Her blonde hair trailed
back. He admired her tits and dark bush. Perfect, he
thought.

Tom moved between her legs and pushed them apart. She
had returned to leaning back against the headboard,
her hips thrust forward. He pulled her hips forward
until her pussy was gaping open. She could see the
movie and him as she lay there. "Enjoy the movie," he
said as he went down on her. 

Sara gasped with the intense sensations of Tom's
tongue swiping its way along her pussy. She gasped
again, as his tongue flicked over her distended
clitoris and then again as he lanced it up her pussy.
On the screen the young girl was bouncing in the lap
of the man, her tits bouncing wildly as she moaned and
cried out. 

Tom was surprised at how wet Sara was. The movie had
flooded her pussy with her arousal. He ran his finger
around her pussy and up her wet hot channel. It went
in easily. He finger fucked her while continuing to
lap and suck her clitoris. She was ready and he
couldn't wait any longer.

He got up from between her legs and told her, "I want
to fuck you." She nodded. He took her hand and pulled
her forward onto her knees. Then he got behind her and
lined up his cock with her sopping pussy. "This way we
can both watch the movie."

Sara groaned as she felt his cock pushing apart the
petals of her vagina. It had been a long time since
something other than her finger had been inside her.
She felt him stretching her open and filling her. She
was so aroused that his cock was instantly coated with
her lubricant and slid in without trouble. She groaned
again as he mashed into her clitoris. She looked back
to see him watching the movie as he pulled back and
lanced into her. She turned and looked at the screen.

The man had the girl bent over the edge of the hot tub
and was fucking her hard, her tits were bouncing and
swaying in rhythm with his pounding. Sara felt Tom's
cock pounding her as she watched the screen. She was
fucking and watching at the same time, almost like she
was being fucked twice - for Sara, it made it twice as
intense. 

Sara felt the heat building in her loins, the first
glimmers of orgasm. She pushed back harder against
Tom. He responded and pounded his cock into her pussy
and clitoris. She felt it coming, cresting and then it
was... Moaning and crying out Sara's pussy clasped Tom's
cock as she came and came. Tom watched as he pounded
her, slowing finally as her head sunk to the bed and
she uttered a last whimper.

Tom waited a bit and slowly began to fuck her again.
Sara looked up at the movie as Tom picked up speed.
She watched as the man pulled out his cock and came,
splattering his seed all over her ass and pussy. Sara
came again watching, a short intense burst of orgasm.
"Do that," she said.

"What?" Tom asked.

"Cum like that," she begged him.

Tom looked at the screen to see the man milking the
last of his seed all over her cum drenched ass and
pussy. He was close and seeing that and hearing Sara
beg him to come on her was all he needed. He pulled
back, grabbed his cock and jacked himself aiming at
her upturned ass.

His first burst of cum flew up and landed mid-back of
Sara, another lower and another lower, his next along
the crack of her ass, the next dripping down her
pussy. Tom felt like his balls were being ejected
through his cock so intense was his cumming. A last
few splashes and he was done. Her ass and pussy were
awash in his white juice. Sara appeared to be cumming
again.

He fell back against the headboard as Sara fell
forward onto the bed. "Damn," was all he could say.

Sara put her hand between her legs and moaned at the
feel of his seed coating her pussy. She looked back to
see his spunk on her back. "Wow, you really shot."

"Yeah," he said dumbly. Then recovering a little he
said, "You were so hot it made me cum really hard."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really. I never came that hard before. That was
incredible," he finished.

"Me too," she said. Then she took her cum drenched
hand from between her legs. "I gotta shower." She
hopped up and ran into the bathroom. Tom looked at his
shriveled cock and smiled, `Good job,' he thought. He
followed Sara into the shower and helped her clean her
back and then he helped her soap he front as well.
They were both too wiped out for more so they quickly
dried themselves and fell into bed.

The next morning Tom took Sara across to the diner.
During breakfast a trooper saw them together. He went
out to his car and looked at the APB for a missing
girl. He got on the radio.

As they left the diner a man in a suit stepped in
front of them, "Sara Hughes?"

She nodded. Suddenly four more men were standing
around them. "What the hell is going on?" Tom shouted.
Then he saw ten more men, these in police uniforms
come running in. He looked at the first man.

"She's a runaway from a home for troubled teens," the
guy said as the other two led Sara away.

"Troubled as in dangerous troubled?" Tom asked.

The man smiled for the first time. "Troubled as in
discipline, as in running away like this." He looked
at Sara being put into a patrol car. Then he asked
Tom, "I take it you didn't know she was running away?"

"No idea. I was lost and she helped me find my way out
to some Anasazi ruins I was filming. I'm a
photographer for Southwest Living Magazine." A little
white lie since he hadn't sold this piece yet.

The man looked at Tom, "Anything you need to tell me?"

Tom shrugged and said, "No, I didn't see her do
anything wrong. I took a couple hundreds shots of the
ruins but she waited by the truck." The man's gaze
hardened. Tom looked at him and said, "Oh, nothing
like that."

"Just checking," he said. He walked over and spoke to
one of the officers who had just been questioning
Sara. They exchanged a few words, a couple looks at
Tom and then the man came back. "You can go. Next time
I'd be more careful picking up strays."

"I will. Can I say goodbye. I mean, I feel a little
responsible."

"Okay." He led Tom over to the patrol car. 

Tom leaned in through the window. "Sorry about this." 

She started to say something and noticed that the cops
were trying to hear what she said. She stopped and
said, "Thanks for everything."

He said, "Yeah. If you ever make it to Atlanta, look
me up. I owe you a nice dinner for saving my ass out
there," and he winked.

They brought Sara back that morning. You could see the
deflation in the girls by the hangdog looks and the
slow tread as they walked. Sara paid the price for the
rest of the school year - double duties, no free time,
and Bobbi and the teachers watching her every move.

The girls learned a lesson. There was no escape. Like
Alcatraz the reputation is more important than the
facts. The girls all accepted as fact that it was
impossible to escape from the Academy. A few girls
tried it still but they never got far and you could
tell from the way they returned they never really
expected to escape. It was a last bid for freedom no
matter the cost. 




	
		
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