Norman Academy

The academy places sexual liberation at the heart of its teaching. To preserve this space of collective fulfilment, any intimate relationship between students or with staff — whatever its nature — is strictly governed by the institution. Exclusive bonds, the formation of couples, and any dynamic likely to generate conflict or dependency are expressly forbidden outside the educational framework.

In the same spirit, all personal recording or communication devices are prohibited, including for non-management staff. Each student is provided with a laptop for strictly educational use, with limited and monitored internet access.

The longer she waited, the more her stomach knotted. Aurore stood in the backstage room of the amphitheatre for her very first performance. She could feel her heart pounding at full speed. In just a few moments, she would discover the warmth of a man and the desecration of her immaculate sanctuary.

Four other girls shared the same ordeal as Aurore, and she had the impression of seeing her own reflection whenever their eyes met. Each one stood beside her actor. They were lined up near the door, waiting.

The man standing next to Aurore had his face concealed behind an eagle mask that left only his mouth visible. Like all his counterparts, he was naked, covered only at the back by a red silk cape that almost swept the floor. Tall and muscular, he stood straight and smiled at his partner from time to time to reassure her.

Aurore was hooded and entirely wrapped in a large sky-blue silk cloak. Its texture was so soft she could feel it caressing every inch of her body. A silver diadem set with diamonds gave her the bearing of a princess. The black heels accentuated the arch of her back and made her irresistibly sexy. To mark her submission, she wore a black leather collar with a leash held by her partner.

Meanwhile, the amphitheatre was gradually filling up. The teachers and senior staff took their reserved seats in the front row, leaving the students to settle in behind them. Legos took the central chair, flanked by his housekeeper Camille and his deputy Marie-Anne. He glanced back and spotted Caroline, visibly excited, settling in beside Emma. Their eyes met for a moment. Legos gave her a discreet wink before turning back around.

On the stage, five lavish baroque-style armchairs stood side by side. Their interiors were upholstered in red velvet, while the solid wood frames were adorned with gold paint. Microphones had been discreetly fitted to the backrests to capture the moans to come. A service trolley stood behind them, loaded with the performance's equipment. Tubes of lubricant, brightly coloured sex toys, vibrating massagers and other pleasure objects had the audience impatient to discover how they would be put to use.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed almost entirely, plunging the room into a soft half-darkness. The noise died away abruptly. All that remained was the sound of reckless whispers. The central door opened. A curtain of smoke rose as electronic music fit for a thriller poured from the speakers.

The hooded princesses emerged from the smoke, guided and leashed by their masked predators. They advanced to face the audience and formed a line in front of the armchairs. Aurore trembled beneath her cloak, her thighs pressed together to contain the warmth rising in her despite herself.

The music reached a lull. Aurore felt her partner grab the cloak from behind. Realising what was about to happen, her eyes went wide. A heavy bass drop rang out, and Aurore felt the cool air snap against her bare skin as her partner pulled the cloak away with one sharp tug. The music surged back into aggressive techno as multicoloured light displays transformed the stage into an electric nightclub.

— Whooooo!

The students screamed and leapt to their feet to cheer for these virgins finally unveiled.

Beneath their cloaks, their wrists were bound, and they wore full-body fishnet bodysuits. The bodysuit was designed to reveal, not conceal. Their intimate parts remained exposed, and the mesh widened at the thighs, stomach, and breasts. Aurore felt dozens of eyes fixed on her, with no way of protecting her modesty.

— She's absolutely delicious! Caroline commented joyfully to Emma.

Emma said nothing, but slipped a hand between her thighs and continued to watch with interest. Each man took his place around his princess and began to dance with provocative, wild movements. They sprayed lotion over the girls and rubbed themselves against them to spread it across their skin.

Aurore felt the lotion trickle down her back as her partner slipped in behind her. He pressed his chest against her back and undulated in an up-and-down motion while his arms caressed her stomach and breasts. He loved to play with her. His erect sex grazed her thighs, then her buttocks, then came to brush the lips of her sex. Every pressure, every caress drew a moan from Aurore that was instantly transmitted through the speakers and woven into the music.

— Listen to her, Emma! Aurore is starting to sing like a little nightingale.

— Yes, that's a promising start.

Aurore's partner freed her arms and moved around to face her. He took her hands and guided them over his body to the rhythm of the music. Aurore danced while savouring the contact with her partner's sculpted frame. She even ventured an improvised choreography. She turned around, raised her arms behind her head, pressed herself against her partner and undulated her hips in a sensual dance. She turned back to face him and felt his warm breath on her face. They brought their lips together and kissed, electrifying the crowd, who rewarded them with fresh cheering.

He gripped her by the waist and lifted her onto the chair. His hands caught her legs and spread them apart, placing them over the armrests. Red with shame, she tried to cover her sex with her hands, but the man reprimanded her with a firm "no", wagging his finger from side to side. He made Aurore hold her own legs in place with her own arms. She felt humiliated in this position, which she found particularly obscene — her sex transformed into a centrepiece on display.

Her partner stepped away to fetch a few accessories. During this brief respite, Aurore took the opportunity to observe the others. She was startled to see that her neighbour had already moved past the foreplay. The audience was whistling and shouting encouragement as the girl performed squats on her partner, who lay half-reclined in the armchair. Aurore remained transfixed by those voluptuous buttocks and breasts bouncing shamelessly with each thrust. The girl was crying out wildly, pouring her passion over the crowd.

Legos glanced over at Caroline and saw her chatting animatedly with Emma. The scene unfolding before his eyes suddenly brought back a not-so-distant memory… They had celebrated Caroline's 18th birthday together, and that same evening she had decided to offer him her virginity. The foreplay hadn't lasted long either before that wild creature decided to move straight to the main course. He had lain back on the bed and let her take control. Caroline had been at ease, impulsive, and hadn't even paused when a few drops of blood had appeared. She had carried on until orgasm, her eyes shining, as if the pain were nothing more than a minor detail.

Aurore's partner returned with a vibrating massager whose head was shaped like a ball the size of a tennis ball. He applied lubricant to the entrance of her sex, then switched on the device. Aurore moaned, her hands gripping her legs as the first vibrations hit her clitoris. Her partner pressed the silicone tip against her sex and, with his finger, slowly pushed in a first knuckle. The intrusion surprised her and Aurore tensed. Then, after a few back-and-forth movements, she gradually rediscovered the familiar sensation she knew so well from her own solitary moments. She finally surrendered to pleasure. He read Aurore's tension like a musical score and deliberately chose to push her to her limits. He turned the vibrations up to full and his back-and-forth motion became a frenzied piston.

Suddenly, Aurore let out a hoarse cry that burst through the speakers, and a powerful jet shot from between her thighs in one long, continuous stream. It lasted nearly three seconds before subsiding, leaving her legs trembling violently against the armrests. The audience exploded with cheering — even the second-year students were stunned by this unexpected performance.

— Holy shit, how many litres did she lose?! Caroline asked, wide-eyed.

— That girl is a genuine natural squirter. Even with training, what she just did is seriously hard to pull off, Emma added, full of admiration.

Aurore was gasping, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what had just happened to her. Her body was still shaking, her sex pulsing around the emptiness left by the vibrator, and a burning flush of shame crept up her cheeks as she realised that everyone had seen… and heard.

The man took her in his arms to comfort her and settled back into his place on the chair. Him below, her above. He slowly stroked her back from the small of it up to the nape of her neck to ease her trembling. Behind the eagle mask, he gazed at her with tenderness, and his smile said clearly: Well done, beautiful.

Aurore knew it wasn't over, and her partner confirmed it by beginning to stimulate her again. She felt his provocative thrusts rising up, rubbing his sex against hers. Then, without giving her time to anticipate it, he dived onto her chest and hungrily sucked her nipple. A shiver ran the full length of her spine and Aurore let out a cry of surprise, throwing her head back in an extreme arch.

Her sexual energy rekindled, Aurore felt ready to face the final ordeal. Crouching over him, she guided the penis and let herself slowly sink down, allowing it to enter her. She descended gradually, millimetre by millimetre, bracing for the burning she had been promised. But there was only that warm fullness, that gentle intoxication — as though her body had already accepted him long ago. When she was seated all the way down, she held still for a moment, breathless, savouring the intimate connection with her partner.

— She did it! Go on, Aurore, fuck him! Caroline urged, even though she knew perfectly well that with the music, her voice would never reach her friend's ears.

Emma stayed silent, preferring to watch. Aurore moved slowly at first, but little by little she grew bolder. Each descent went deeper, faster, unstoppable — as though she were sliding down an endless slope. Her buttocks smacked against his thighs, and her high-pitched moans gave way to deep, throaty sounds.

Her partner, until then fairly passive, responded to her ferocity. His hands closed around her hips to guide her, lifting her slightly with each rise and letting her fall harder. With each impact, he let out a low, almost bestial grunt, as though he was savouring the fierce exchange as much as she was. The other participants turned their heads to watch, transfixed by their raw intensity.

The moment she had been chasing arrived. And far too quickly to be contained.

A wave of intense pleasure broke through her and made her lose all control. She arched backwards, breasts pointed toward the ceiling. She tried to cry out but her contractions cut off her breath. She felt her sex pulse, clench, release, clench again — and a second jet, shorter but just as abundant as the first, splashed her partner and the red velvet chair.

Her legs gave way all at once. She collapsed against his chest, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her face buried in the hollow of his neck, while the final spasms moved through her like electric shocks. Her partner held her firmly against him, one hand on her back, the other at the nape of her neck, and he continued to move gently inside her, consuming the last embers of her orgasm.

Caroline, her eyes bright, kept one hand over her mouth, struck dumb with astonishment. Then she found her voice.

— Incredible — she fucks like a goddess! Is this genuinely her first time?!

Emma, still silent, allowed herself a knowing smile. Her hand was moving inside her thong as she contemplated Aurore. The slight trembling, the hair damp with sweat, the way she had slumped with exhaustion… All of it gave her that fragility that excited Emma so much.

The crowd roared its approval. Whistles, shouts, thunderous applause. Everyone was on their feet to acclaim the performance.

Aurore, meanwhile, could barely hear a thing. Her world had narrowed to the warmth still pulsing inside her, to the sex still hard and filling her, and to the sudden, dizzying certainty that she had never felt anything so powerful… and that she already wanted to do it again.

But all good things must end. The music shifted toward calmer notes and a slower rhythm; the lighting returned to a neutral, subdued glow. The cries of pleasure faded gradually, and the couples returned to silent kisses and caresses. Then came the finishing touch. The men remained in the armchairs and asked their partners to pleasure them.

Aurore, still trembling from her last orgasm, slowly slid down her partner's torso until she found herself kneeling between his thighs. The musky scent of his sex reached her instantly. He stood before her, thick, veined, glistening with their mingled fluids and lubricant. Aurore felt intimidated and took him hesitantly between her fingers.

She began with tentative strokes. Her slightly trembling fingers barely grazed her partner's penis. He shot her a disapproving look, then placed his hand over hers, forcing her to grip his sex. He then showed her the back-and-forth motion until he was satisfied, and gave her back her hand.

Aurore continued the movement alone. Her hand rose and fell slowly in rhythm while her eyes lifted toward the man in the eagle mask to gauge his approval. He was breathing heavily, mouth open, smiling at Aurore while moving his arm, energetically mimicking the gesture.

Aurore answered with a determined smile. She gripped harder and her movements grew wider, faster. Her partner jolted and let out a "Haaa!" of pleasure, gripping the armrests tightly. Victorious, Aurore rejoiced inwardly while keeping the same rhythm.

In that moment, there was only her and him under the spotlights. She wanted nothing more than to make him come the way he had made her come.

Her partner's sex hardened further and began to pearl with a thick fluid that made it even more slippery. She knew by instinct what alchemy was about to unfold. She sped up again.

— Haaaaaa!

Her partner stiffened. He sank back into the chair and his fingers clenched around the armrests. A thick jet shot into the air and came down onto Aurore's face. The warm semen spread through her hair, then ran from her forehead to her chin, drawing a translucent veil across her features.

Aurore sat there, dazed, short of breath, shaken at having been so suddenly drenched. A few drops had landed on her lips. Curious, she licked them and felt one last shiver run through her.

Her partner drew her toward him and sat her up to face the audience, then took her wrist and raised her arm as if to celebrate her victory. The crowd responded with fresh cheering that filled Aurore with pride.

When everyone had completed the final act, the music stopped and the lights came up.

A deep silence fell over the amphitheatre, followed by a thunder of applause, shouts, and whistles. Everyone rose to their feet to acclaim the performance.

Legos smiled at Marie-Anne with a knowing look. Caroline and Emma were making wide windmill gestures with their arms to catch their friend's attention — and she didn't miss them. Still trembling and sticky with semen mixed with sweat, Aurore responded by smiling and forming a heart with both hands, stretching them out toward them.

Marie-Anne was delighted by Aurore's performance and congratulated herself for having pushed past Legos's reservations. Aurore would certainly become one of the stars of this academy. But when she turned her gaze to Caroline, her expression darkened. Several teachers had come to report that this girl was openly flaunting her relationship with the headmaster. Her arrogance and lack of discipline could easily rub off on the other students. She took a deep breath and adjusted her glasses. Caroline was her next priority.