A Boy In An All Girls College Ch 01

My name is Mitchell Kelly. I'm 21 years old, and an easy-going, trouble-making pervert. Sure, I might seem like an average Joe, but deep down, I always wanted to have a harem of voluptuous cuties, ever since I graduated high school. Whenever I see a super-hot girl, I just immediately turn up the charm and try to flirt with her. It didn't really work in high school, but I know I'll have better luck when I get to college. I also have an "upskirt" fetish, meaning I always like to look up cute, sexy girls' skirts, to see the colour and style of their panties. But, all-in-all, I'm a pretty nice guy, and I do love women for who they are, despite flipping their skirts every so often.

Now, then... Where should I begin? Oh, right!

It was Monday morning in Spring, which was my first day in college. I recently applied to VAG, which from what I understood at the time, was a prestigious college with a great reputation. My Mom, Jillian Mayweather-Kelly, even told that she graduated from there. And just last month, the college decided to accept my application. I was really excited to hear it and have been preparing it ever since. Anyway, I woke up at about 7:30 AM, got out of bed, and changed out of my pajamas and into my day clothes, which consisted of red sneakers, white ankle-high socks, black pants, a black leather belt with a gold buckle, a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and a grey zip-up hoodie. I wasn't given my college uniform yet, I dare say, the clothes I had on made me look snappy, when I saw my reflection on my mirror.

Me: Mitch, my good man, don't you look stunning or what.

Then, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair (with different brushes, mind you), before getting my schoolbag and heading downstairs to the kitchen to have my breakfast. It was a good thing my Mom was making it for me.

Me: Hi, Mom!

Mom: Oh, good morning, sweetie.

That's right, she had a high-pitched and versatile voice of an angel. But, that's not even the best part about her.

She had SUPER-slender legs, plump thighs, wide hips, a slim figure, mammoth-sized breasts, noticeable cleavage, and a mature, yet innocent face. Not to mention, she had radiant sapphire-blue eyes, and natural neck-length brunette hair in curlers. She was also wearing red stiletto heels, black sheer thigh-high stockings, a pink long-sleeved knee-length dress with white cuffs, neckerchief and polka dots, and a white bib apron with ruffles. My male friends from high school often keep calling her a MILF, because of it. Of course, I couldn't exactly blame them. After all, she was a hot and voluptuous bombshell of a Mom with a Stepford personality. As well as an elementary school homeroom teacher who constantly has her skirt or dress flipped up by her perverted students, but that's a story for another time.

Mom: On your way to your first day in college?

Me: Yep! Just gotta have my breakfast first, before I head out.

Mom: Well, you're in luck, because I made your favorite.

Me: Do you mean...?

Mom: That's right, sweetheart.

And with that, Mom places a plate of 5-stack thick, fluffy pancakes with a strawberry on top, covered in sticky maple syrup on the table.

Mom: Pancakes!

Me: Right on!

I sit at the table, pick up my knife and fork, and cut each pancake into quarter sections and then cut each quarter section in half. After consuming the rest of the pancakes, magically without gaining weight in the process, I wash them down with a glass of orange juice. Then, I wipe the excess pancake crumbs from my face with a napkin and sit up from the table.

Me: Well, I'm heading out now. Bye, Mom!

Mom: Okay, have a good first day, sweetie.

I was about to exit the kitchen, schoolbag in hand, when I looked back at my unbelievably voluptuous Mom, who picked up the plate and walked towards the kitchen sink to clean it up. I smile in cheeky manner, as I get a really naughty idea in my head. As soon as Mom put the plate on the sink's draining board, a quickly run up behind her and flip up her dress above her waist.

Mom: AAH! Mitchey!

Mom was clearly shocked and surprised to see me flipping up her dress, while had a huge smile on my face to see the view of a lifetime. Not only was she wearing mature black lace full brief panties under her dress, put she also wore a matching black lace 4-strap suspender belt with the straps attached to her stockings. That's right, everyone. Mom might "seem" sweet, when you first meet her, but judging from her stimulating lingerie, she could REALLY be a stereotypical and hypocritical panty-flasher. And the reason I get away with flipping her skirts and dresses, is because she "loves me unconditionally." Anyway, Mom's dress continued fluttering up for a few seconds, as if a non-existent wind kept blowing it up for me. Then, she lets go of the plate, thankfully not shattering it, to push the back of her dress down with both hands, and then turns around to face me, blushing like crazy as if she's genuinely embarrassed.

Me: Hehe, sorry Mom! It just HAD to be done.

Mom: Oh, I swear, you cheeky little boy. Ever since you first started high school at 18, you've been doing this to me. (pouts cutely)

Me: And it's a good thing you haven't scolded me for that, yet. Say, you're not gonna start NOW, are you?

I ask confidently and teasingly, making Mom blush a bit more.

Mom: Well, ...You always ask me that, and my answer is still the same... I'm afraid, I can't.

Me: Exactly. And besides, I've been flipping up skirts in general ever since I was a kid, after all.

Mom: That's... true, I guess.

Me: Isn't it, though. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye!

Mom: Okay, bye...

I wave at Mom as I exit the house, while she nervously waves back.

Mom: Geez, that boy's a REAL perv. Just like his father.

Suddenly, Mom made a mischievous and wicked smile.

Mom: But, ...that's why I love them both. (seductive chuckle) I hope he likes it at VAG. After all, ...it's not just ANY prestigious college.

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I ran up to the bus stop down the street, and I stop running when I got there, waiting for the bus that will take me to VAG College.

Me: Oh, boy, oh boy, this is gonna be great!

Me (thinking): I hope the girls at VAG are both cute AND hot. Also, I wonder if the guys there are willing to be my friend. I've flipping up skirts in high school all on my own, so maybe being a part of a TEAM of skirt-flippers should be a pleasant change of pace.

It was then, a super cute hottie ran up to the same bus stop I was. She had really smooth legs, an impressive hourglass figure, and impressive boobs. She was a college student, judging by her uniform and backpack, which consisted of black Mary Jane shoes, white knee-high socks, a blue pleated miniskirt (which still covers her butt and panties, but still shows off her thighs), white long-sleeved button-up shirt, a blue blazer, and a red bowtie. Plus, she had a real cute face with blue eyes, brunette chest-length hair, and a pink hairband which made her really feminine and beautiful.

Me: (wolf whistle)

Once the hot girl reaches the bus stop, she stops in place trying to catch her breath.

Hot Girl: (panting) Is... is the bus... coming already?

Me: Well, I just got here myself, so I don't really know myself.

Hot Girl: (panting) Oh... good point...

The hot girl took a deep breath, held it in for a few seconds, and then exhaled, before looking at me with an innocent and friendly smile on her face.

Hot Girl: Hi. I don't believe we've met before. I'm Marian Flowers. But, you can call me Mary. And you are?

The hot girl named Mary extended her hand out to me, expecting a handshake. So, I gave her one, and I had to admit, her hand was felt really delicate.

Me: Oh, my name is Mitchell Kelly.

Mary: Huh? Mitchell KELLY? As in Mrs. JILLIAN Kelly?

Mary lets go of my hand after asking that.

Me: ...That's right. She's... my Mom.

Mary: (gasps) She's one of my college's alumni's!

Me: She IS? Wait, don't tell me... Is your college called "VAG"?

Mary: Yep, that's right! I'm a first-year student there. Just enrolled a week ago. I assume your Mom already told you about VAG?

Me: Yep, she did. She even told me what a fun time she had there and even helped me enroll as a first-year student, myself.

Mary: I know. She was the student council president at the time, and the most popular girl there, too. So, it would make sense that... Wait, did you just say?

Me: Oh, look! Here's the bus.

Just like I said, the bus to VAG arrived at the bus stop and opened its doors.

Me: Race you to the front seats, Mary.

Mary: No, Mitchell, WAIT!

But, it was too late. I already ran ahead of Mary and went on the bus.

Me: To VAG College, please.

I say to the male bus driver. But, when I turned to the seats of the bus, I saw... a lot of female students who wore the exact same uniform as Mary did. In fact, I could see that every student sitting or standing within the bus was female. Granted, they were all complete babes, with their super sexy bodies and cute faces, with only their differentiating hairstyles and eye colours to tell each other apart. But, I WAS confused as to why there were so many FEMALE students on the bus, with no MALE students in sight. The female students all stare at me in confusion, the same way.

Me: ...Guess, the guys haven't got on the bus, yet?

Mary: Well, normally, they never do...

Answered Mary, who just got on the bus, as well.

Me: Huh? How come?

Mary: Because, ...it wouldn't be an all-GIRLS college if they did.

Me: ...WHAAAAAAAT!?

Then, the bus doors close behind me and Mary, and the bus continues driving down the road.

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A few minutes later, I sit on the right front seat of the bus next to Mary, who told me what VAG really stands for.

Me: "Venus Angel GIRLS'" College?

Mary: Yes... Didn't your Mom tell you that?

Me: No. Not really... I always assumed it stood for "Virtual Arts & Graphics" or something.

Mary: Really?

Me: Yeah, I've always been a computer geek. I even got a C in IT back in high school.

Mary: Oh, impressive. ...Well, VAG's really an all-girls college. Always have been for decades, now.

Me: Oh, ...right.

Mary: And, you say your Mom got you ENROLLED in VAG?

Me: That's what she said. ...But, I'm starting to think she never did.

Mary: Why would she lie to you like that?

Me: To mess with me, I bet. She never could stop teasing me, ever since I was a kid.

Mary: What, really?

Me: Really. She's one of those people who can't take me seriously with my goals in life. I feel like such an idiot.

Mary: Aw, don't say that.

Me: Well, I don't wanna trouble you anymore, so I'll just get off at the next stop. I'll let the bus driver know.

But, as I try to stand up, Mary stops me by holding my arm.

Mary: No, wait, don't go just yet!

And then, all the other female students started protesting at once against me leaving the bus at all.

Bus Driver: Hey, keep it down back there! I'm trying to drive!

All Female Students: Sorry, Mr. Bus Driver.

And so, all the other female students went back to their seats and positions, while I sat back down to my seat and turned to Mary.

Me: Something... wrong?

Mary: Well, I don't know if you think this is ethical, but... we should wait until we get to VAG? So that we can bring this up to the Principal?

Me: Huh?

Mary: I just... Well, me and everyone else, we... We've always had respect for your mother, since she's our alumni.

Me: Uh-huh? So?

Mary: So... you DID send an application to our college. I'm sure the Principal will clear this up with you, regardless. And if you still can't enroll, well... I hope there'll be no hard feelings.

Me: I... guess that makes sense. ...Okay, okay, I'll stick around until we get to VAG.

Mary: Great! (blushes) ...I'm actually... HOPING you'll join our school.

Me: Sure. Same he-. Wait, what?

Just then, Mary grabs my hand and places it on one of her breasts.

Me: Huh? What are you-?

Mary: Shhh.

Mary says to me, while placing a finger on her lips.

Mary (whispering): Don't distract the bus driver. Squeeze it for me, 'kay?

Me (whispering): ...Okay?

I start squeezing her boob, making her moan slightly.

Mary (whispering): I'm sorry if this seems too... "straightforward," but most of us girls of VAG... Okay, ALL of us girls of VAG... We all need boyfriends, badly. Me included.

Me (whispering): You... do?

Mary (whispering): Yep, afraid so. (giggles) All of us girls wanna get passionately fucked by a man who might just be our Prince Charming.

Mary then leaned closer to my face, with a flirty look on her face.

Mary (whispering): But, I think we'll settle for a hopeless perv like yourself, Mitchey.

Me: Huh?

Mary then kisses me on the mouth, which really surprised me.

Mary (muffled voice): Did you really think I wouldn't notice you leering at me when we met at the bus stop? I could tell right away that you were a pervert the moment I heard you wolf-whistle at me.

She then started using her tongue to wrestle with mine as she was kissing me.

Mary (muffled voice): It's a good thing you're cute too, though. Because, like I said... I'm DESPARATE for a man, right now.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I only just met this girl and I'm already kissing her.

Me (muffled voice): H-hang on! There're other people around!

Mary (muffled voice): Oh, that okay. They don't mind looking, as long as they don't distract the driver.

As Mary kept kissing me, I look around... and see every girl in the bus enjoying the show or not bothering to tell the bus driver about it. Then, Mary starts rubbing my crotch, which was already bulging just from her kissing me.

Mary (whispering): Ooooh, getting hard, aren't we?

Me (whispering): Well, it's just... This is... I mean, it's, uh...

Mary (whispering): Teehee~! I'll take that as a "yes".

Mary unzips my pants and takes out my long, thick, and hard cock.

Me: M-Mary!

Mary (whispering): Shhh. Just roll with it, honey. You're gonna love this next part.

Mary then starts to slowly stroke my cock, making me pant and moan quietly.

Mary (whispering): Wow, you're so big and hard. Am I REALLY turning you on that much? Or, is sitting in a bus full of sexy girls doing this, instead of just me?

Me (whispering): Well, I... um...

Mary (whispering): (giggles) Well, I just hope you're not disappointed.

Me (whispering): Huh?

Mary (whispering): You must've thought I was some kind of "angel from heaven," when you first saw me, huh? But, seeing me stroke this wonderful cock must've destroyed that image of me just now, didn't it?

Me (whispering): Uh, wait! It's not what-! I mean, I was, uh-.

Mary (whispering): Heeheehee. Please, there's no need to be polite. Acting like a good girl can be both a blessing and a curse.

Mary began kissing the tip of my cock.

Mary (whispering): That's why we need men like you to fuck us so badly. To relieve some of that stress we keep bottled up inside of us.

Mary began licking the sides of my cock.

Me (whispering): Oh, I'm... (grunts) ...sorry to hear that.

Mary (whispering): It's fine, ...handsome. (giggles) If it makes up for it, I can be a "good" girl for you. And trust me. I can be a very, very, veeeeery good girl.

And with that, Mary began sucking my cock like it was a lollipop or a popsicle of her favorite flavor.

Mike (whispering): W-w-w-wow! Mary, I-.

Mary (muffled voice): (giggling) You're enjoying this, aren't you? Letting a sexy and cute girl suck your cock like this.

Me (whispering): Y-Yes! Yes, I really am!

Mary (muffled voice): I'm really glad to hear it. I love a man who's honest with himself and what he wants. But, this is my first time playing with a man's dick.

Me (whispering): What?

Mary (muffled voice): Well, I HAVE been practicing with a dildo... or two. (giggles) But, that's about it, really.

Mary says as she keeps sucking my cock professionally. Then, came the moment she's been hoping for...

Me (whispering): M-Mary! I think, I'm gonna-!

Mary (muffled voice): It's okay! Shoot it out! I want ALL of it inside my mouth!

Mary then starts sucking my cock faster and faster, until eventually... I climaxed, filling up her mouth with my cum. While initially surprised by how much I came inside her mouth, and down her throat, she simply giggled and removed her mouth from my cock without spilling any excess cum, swallowing all of it.

Me (whispering): Wow. ...That was... Wow.

Mary (whispering): Impressive, huh? Did all my training pay off?

Bus Driver: Okay, ladies! We're now approaching Venus Angel Girls' college!

All Female Students: Thank you, sir!

Mary stands up straight, sill looking at me with those seductive bedroom eyes.

Mary: Aww. Just when it was getting fun. Ah, well. I suppose, we'll pick this up when we have free time in college. Sound good?

Me: ...Okay, sure, if you want.

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I was standing in front of the entry gate to VAG, feeling mesmerized. And before you ask, YES, I did zip up my pants before I got off the bus. The gate itself was a double swing gate, which was both clean and made of steel. Behind the gate, which was already open by the time I arrived, was a red brick pathway that led to the college campus, which had three floors (four, if you include the rooftop) and a built-in clock tower. Plus, the path had a row of cherry trees on each side, which are losing its cherry blossom, but in an incredibly beautiful way.

Me: ...Wow.

The female students that were on the same bus as I was, got off too and went on ahead of me, but not without winking at me or blowing me some kisses in a seductive manner. They start walking alongside plenty of other female students who had the same uniform as them, greeting them in a formal manner. But, I also noticed some other cute, hot girls who are wearing different uniforms, although the colour scheme is matching the others. I say different, because while every girl in this college shares the same black Mary-Jane shoes, white knee-high socks, and blue miniskirt that still covers their panties but still show off their thighs, the girls in the different uniforms have blue long-sleeved blouses that have matching blue sailor collars with two white stripes, as well as a red necktie. Plus, the cuffs on the sailor blouses' sleeves also have two white stripes, too.

Me: Uh, who are THOSE girls over there?

I ask Mary who was still next to me, as I point at the girls in the sailor uniforms.

Mary: Oh, they're students here, too.

Me: Really?

Mary: Yep! VAG is actually two colleges merged into one. Our principal couldn't decide which uniform is cuter or sexier, so he decided that we should all were both~.

Me: "He"?

Mary: That's right! Our principal's a guy! And a real pervy one, at that.

Me: Huh?

Mary: Don't tell anyone I said that. Anyway, since we all were two different uniforms, everybody often refers to us blazer-wearing girls as, uh... Blazer Girls. (giggles) And, we ALSO call those cuties in the sailor uniforms the Sailor Girls.

Me: Uuuuuhh, why?

Mary simply whispers into my ear, smiling mischievously.

Mary (whispering): Because, we Blazer Girls are kinda at WAR with the Sailor Girls.

Me: Wha-?

Mary kisses me on the cheek, winking in a flirty manner.

Mary: Teehee. But, that's a story for another time. Come on! Let's head to the principal's office and ask him about your application!

Me: Y-Yeah, you're right.

Mary ran ahead of me, and I try running after her. But, just then, a large gust of wind swept through the campus, rustling the cherry trees, carrying the cherry blossoms in its currents, and blew up every VAG girl's skirt in the courtyard, exposing a beautiful sea of colorful panties. All of the girls in their blazer and sailor-style uniforms scream, as they instinctively try to push down their skirts with their hands, but I could still see their succulent thighs and some glimpses of their panties, no matter how hard they keep their skirts down.