The bus lurches to a stop, in front of an intricate gate. Brianna stirs beside me, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yawning. She pulls back the privacy curtain and stands, climbing over me and into the passageway. I peer down the aisle, seeing another woman and teenage girls standing in the aisle, leaning against their seats.
"Brianna… What's going on?" I whisper, touching her thigh.
She brushes me off and looks at me, putting a slender finger over her lips. I nod and settle back into my seat. I settle back, craning my head to look around, but to no avail. The bus door hisses open, and I hear the bus driver speaking to somebody unseen.
"Oh come on Giselle… You know that nobody is going to want to be with me! Stop with the flattery!" Tawna, the driver says.
The unseen person replies, her response so quiet that I can't hear. Then somebody climbs up the steps of the bus, entering everyone's sight.
"Thank you for finishing the first part of the journey ladies. As per the custom of Amoris, you will be released from here to prepare for the Selection of House that will begin at six o'clock tonight. I expect you to be prompt and on time, to make your charges feel at home in Amoris. All of you are dismissed to go prepare," the woman says, looking down at the watch on her wrist "I think that two hours is enough time."
The woman slips into the front row of seats, standing next to a thirteen-year-old boy. The boy's eyes widen as he stares at her tempting frame. The other woman, who was already on the bus, filed off the bus, blowing kisses at their charges then exiting the bus. Brianna turns, giving me a wink, and then follows the white-skinned girl in front of her.
Once the ladies are off the bus, the woman who was speaking to Tawna steps into the corridor, grasping the seats to either side of her with her hands. I peer at her, taking in her figure and form, taking in every inch of her slender figure.
She had slender legs that were beautifully crafted and athletically toned. They lead up to her round booty, and all of her lower body is held into place by tight, figure-fitting nylons. Her waist is small but immensely curved. The v-shape of her lower body is imminent, and I start to feel my cock grow as I think of what she would be like in bed. Her stomach is flat and her chest is buxom, her breasts perky and lively. Her chest is covered by a tight-fitting white bodice that covers her chest and her back. It's relatively small on her medium-sized upper frame, and it makes her breast pop. You can tell that she's not wearing any bra, because her tiny nipples, seemingly hard, poke out against the intricately patterned fabric.
"Good evening gentlemen. Before you start to think about having sex with me, and the various positions my slender legs can be put into-" she starts, before being interrupted.
"Sorry Miss… I've already thought of penetrating your ass and exploding cum all over your face. I got those thoughts from the second I saw you step onto the bus." a boy in front of me says, looking at the others around him with a smirk.
She turns to him, giving him a look that would make any man shrivel under her gaze. He juts his chin at her defiantly, challenging her. She gives him a wicked smile, shaking her head softly.
"Emiliano Jean-Piyat… You don't want me to expose the fact that you repeatedly fuck your twelve-year-old sister, do you? Or what about Grandma Dawn? I know that you love seeing her saggy breasts bounce as you cream her ass to goop…," she said, cocking her head to the side. "Oh silly me… I forgot I was not supposed to tell out your personal info. Sorry, Jean-Piyat… You can get a free blowjob from me if you want."
She looks me dead in my eyes and winks. The bus goes quiet, none of us willing to contest her again. Emiliano Jean-Piyat is glowering, his face flushed with embarrassment as he mutters to himself.
"Now as I was saying before I was interrupted. Don't think about having sex with me. It's not that it won't happen, but as the groundskeeper of Amoris, it is scarce that you will ever see me. And if you do ever see me… You are having the time of your life. My name is Giselle Robinson, I'm 23 years old. Ace Vandergaal is the only person near my age. This is Amoris. Beyond these gates, you will be in the presence of women and purely women. Besides yourself, there is one male on the campus of Amoris and that is the male teacher of Erotic Literature, Aticus B. Shrol. Now before I continue, I would like to let you guys know... Amoris does not teach contemporary classes. We are not your regular school where you learn math and English. We teach exotic courses and are proud of the nature of the school. Now can somebody tell me what type of courses we teach at Amoris?" she says looking around.
"You teach Jezebellian Arts." I blurt out before I am able to stop myself.
Giselle's eyes narrow, and she scans the bus, her brownish-gold eyes finally settling on me. She smiles, then starts to walk down the aisle, stopping when she reaches the seat I am sitting at. She gives a genlte smile, after giving me a full once-over look
"And your name is?" she asks.
"John Paul. Kai John Paul." I say, trying hard to keep my eyes level with her face.
I think that she registers the form of my subtle discomfort and she turns, facing towards the front of the vehicle. Her long braided extensions, swish and sway as she turns and faces towards the front of the vehicle.
"As Mr John Paul stated, the Academy of Amoris, teaches what is known as the Jezebellian Arts. Its the art form of pleasure, and sexual intercourse based on an old story from before the beginning of the modern world. We offer ten courses, each belonging to a different aspect of getting fucked and being fuckable. You will learn from courses such as Positions, which will teach you that there are more positions than just missionary and cowgirl. You will learn about Seduction and the various political assassinations that happened by using seduction. You will learn how to please your partner, and get them so worked up and ready to explode that they're begging you to send them over the edge. As stated before, you will learn about Erotic Literature and its use in the world. These are just a few of the courses. But to tell you all of them now, would spoil your excitement at the choosing. Beyond those gates, is now your new home. If the headmistress and the principal choose, you may be released to go visit home. A member of your immediate family will be allowed to come to Amoris, for their participants in the course as Incestuous Relations, but I will give no further information," Giselle said, her eyes flitting over the boys. "Now Tawna, if you will please take this bus into the courtyard... The smell of cum and semen is overpowering."
Tawna, the bus driver, nodded and the bus kickstarted, lurching forward past the now-open gate. Giselle looked at me and motioned for me to scoot over. I slid over, pulling my bag over with my feet and Giselle sat down next to me, crossing her legs like a lady. I looked forward, trying to keep my eyes off her figure, but fate would deem it an unsuccessful effort.
"So Kai... You read the piece that the headmistress sent to your family?" she asks, giving me a sidelong glance.
"No... Well yes... Actually, my older sister Izakaya is an alumna of the Amoris Girls Academy in the Xi' Anio District of RhillKhan. She graduated a couple of months before my mother decided to send me to Amoris. So I know all about the Jezebellian Art form." I reply, wringing my hands.
"Ahh... Izakaya John Paul... Quite the girl if you ask me. Feisty and fiery, slender and beautiful. The right touch between girl and woman...." Giselle said, in a reminiscing voice.
I turned to look at Giselle, who looked back and gave me a small, sad smile.
"Did you know her?" I ask timidly, wanting to know if this beauty had ever known my older sister who was so famed across the world.
"She and I were friends at a point yes... But then she got pregnant. And nobody ever looked at her the same. I loved her dearly, but her having a baby broke one of the unknown rules of Casta Amoris. She was thrown out of the school, and was forbidden to ever have contact with any of the members of Casta," she said, looking down at her hands. "I'm surprised that you are allowed to go to Amoris... Seeming as if your sister is one of the Fallen Sisters."
Shame and guilt splayed across my eyes, and I quickly turned my gaze out the window. I knew everything that Giselle had told me... I knew all of it and much more. I hated everything that had happened to my older sister and blamed myself for what had happened.
If only I had never...
The bus stopped, jarring me from my thoughts and making me look up. The bus pulled into a circular courtyard, in which the centre was filled with a fountain made of precious white marble. The design was looking like a frizzy-haired girl, with her dress slipping down over her breasts. The marble glistened in the moonlight, and as I looked I thought I recognized who the figure was meant to be. Giselle stood, as the bus rolled to a stop and made her way down the aisle. She spoke to Tawna, then turned to face us.
"Welcome to Amoris gentlemen. I hope that your stay is splendid." She said.
The doors to the bus slipped open, and Giselle waved us forward and stepped off the bus. Each of the others boys stood, picking up backpacks and string bags from off the floor, slipping them over shoulders and stepping into the aisle. They trooped down the aisle, and down the stairs, onto the paved pathway of the Amoris lot. they peeled to one side, where Giselle stood, her legs at shoulder width, a hand on her hip. She waited for each member of the bus to get off, the started to count us.
"Alright, since all nineteen of you are here, I will tell you what will happen from here. From here, we will make our way to the auditorium, and then the Selection of Houses will begin. At Amoris, there are seven houses and all of you will be placed into one house, with a head teacher. They will be your correspondence. If you have a complaint, or you feel like your dick is catching on fire... Report it to the head of your house. If you have a problem with getting it on, report it to the head of your house. They will report it to one of the two school nurses who will promptly check you out and make sure that you are well looked after. As stated earlier, there are ten courses that you will be subject to at Amoris. Since there are nineteen of you, and eleven teachers, a lucky eight of you will get one-on-one classes. But for the rest of you... You will have to share. Now if you will follow me... We shall make our way to the auditorium for the selection of houses, which will be done and proceed by meeting the house teachers and learning what each of the courses is about. You will also get a class schedule, which is solely tailored to you. Any questions?" Giselle said.
She ignores the hand of Jean-Piyat.
"Now if you will all follow me."
She started off towards the grand-looking auditorium, with an observatory-looking domed top. We all followed her, looking like a line of scraggly ants, meandering without purpose. We followed her, crossing the courtyard and passing the statue, hearing the trickling of water and stepped up to the auditorium doors. Before it could be opened from the outside, it swung open from the inside, and Giselle nodded at the two women who opened the doors.
One was a tall, coffee-skinned woman, with a reddish-purple tint to her short hair, which was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore slender framed glasses, which dangled precariously over her narrow nose, threatening to fall off her face. She was slender and wore a tight black skirt, which stopped just above her knees, revealing her smooth legs. She had a feline face, with neatly arched eyebrows and a slim face. Her chest was perky, her breasts popping out against her thin top. You could see the print of her bra, through the shirt she wore. She gave us a smile, exposing her clean, white teeth which sparkled in the dying sunlight.
The next woman was her pure opposite. She was short and thick, with toned legs that led up to a perky ass, held into place by a tight black skirt. She had chubby legs, but the skin was firm, not flappy as she moved. Her stomach was partially rounded, but it was in between fat and athletic. She had large massive, breasts, which threatened to spill out of her partially unbuttoned shirt. The top of her boobs was smooth and soft, and her caramel skin glistened in the artificial light from the auditorium. Her black hair was twisted and braided into what seemed to be the female version of dreads, and it hung low, stopping at her well-defined jaw. Her face was motherly and emanated a sort of soft demeanour, that made you want to kiss her innocent-looking face.
"Good evening ladies..." Giselle said, brushing past them.
They nodded at her, and the ladies watched, their eyes hungry as we walked past them into the auditorium. They licked their smooth red lips hungrily, as they knew that eventually, they would have been fucked by 19 different cocks if they tried hard enough. We followed Giselle, and the ladies closed the door b behind us, talking to themselves. Giselle led us to a seating area and told us to sit. We slipped into our seats, whispering amongst ourselves, waiting for the Selection to begin.
A group of women, exited from a side door, took place on the stage and sat down. They all wore simple dresses, but they all looked amazingly beautiful in what they were wearing. A thick, busty woman wearing an intricately patterned pink, thigh-length dress stood up, putting her hand on her hip.
"Students of Amoris... Let the Selection of House... Begin."