"So, Keri, did you and Mark ever hook up?" I looked over at Laurie and tried to focus on her words. I was pretty sure I understood what she was saying, but couldn't quite get an answer out. Instead, I shrugged and giggled at her. I'd been doing a lot of giggling tonight as had Laurie and Krissy. Giggling would be a normal occurrence anytime eighteen and nineteen year old girls had a sleepover, but tonight there was a lot...

She yanked his hair, her fingers entwined in his scruffy, baby fine blonde locks, pressing his head back and exposing his neck. She leant forward and raked her teeth across his throat. Kitty felt his Adams apple bob in her mouth as he swallowed. She heard him growl… ‘Kitty!’ ‘Quiet!’ she almost snarled, tightening her hand in his hair. Kitty heard his breath catch as his hands began reaching for her knees. She slapped the...

Part 3Kitty must have run because not fifteen minutes later there came a knock on his door. Rick stopped his pacing and took a deep breath. He went to his door and spying through the peephole he saw her. Her hair was down and windswept. She’d worn the clothes she’d had on yesterday just as he’d told her. Rick smiled and opened the door. She stood there, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped in front of her. ‘Hello Kitty.’...

Part 2 Rick Connors watched Kitty walk out of his office on shaky legs. He sat on the edge of his desk, one leg crossed over the other and this arms folded over his chest. He very nearly caved in, nearly lost his resolve to torture her as she had tortured him all term, nearly called her back into his office. Dear god he wanted her, her tight young body sent his blood racing through his veins, the smell of her, he shivered...

Part 1 The last year of school had been a drag for Kit, science in particular. Mr Mathers, a grumpy old coot with little patience and a quick temper had been making life hell for her. Most of her school life Kit had enjoyed science right up until she got Mr Mathers. Now she groaned in despair whenever she thought about attending that class. Sometimes she wished the old goat would just keel over, have a fit, fall down a fl...

The School Trip. I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So help me God. Yes, your Honour, I understand. Tell the court, in my own words, what happened on the day in question. The trouble really started when I was asked to take the Upper Sixth on a school trip to visit H.M.S. Victory, the famous Royal Navy warship, which was Admiral Lord Nelson‘s flagship at the Battle of Trafalgar.  I had b...

It was that time of the semester again…The deadline for our final assignment was only a few days away. All my peers shared the same feeling of regret as we recalled all the time spent chatting. For once, I was actually a bit more responsible. I spent every day after school working on a clay bust inspired by a character I’d seen in a horror movie. I also made the conscious effort to work after school because of a particula...

As I said earlier, Susie and I discussed a multitude of different things as we finished our lunch.I could tell that Susie was still in a fairly high state of arousal as we went and paid our bill before making our way back to the car.I suddenly thought just what a luck lad I was, 18, fairly well-off financially and with a gorgeous little 16 year old schoolgirl holding my hand. Not only was this gorgeous little girl a schoo...

As if by some pre-conceived signal, Susie and I both woke at the same time - half past bloody four in the morning!!!As there was little or no hope of either of us going anywhere at that time of the day, we just crawled under the covers of my bed and went off to sleep again.By the time we finally did waken up, it was almost nine, making Susie gasp, "Fuck, Donny, I'll be late for school.""Do you really have to go?" I asked....

I recently wrote about my 17-year-old schoolgirl neighbour, Lucy,who was friendly with my daughter of the same age, Angie. At that time, Lucy was staying over at our place. I got her to masturbate for me while my daughter was in her room on the phone.While Lucy often wore her school uniform for me and seemed perfectly happily playing with herself through her navy blue school knickers, she simply would not let me touch her...

In my senior years at school, I just loved watching girls playing netball in their short skirts and a wide variety of colours of cotton knickers. I have to admit, though, that navy blue, bottle green, maroon and plain white were my strong favourites.One girl in particular caught my eye. Susie was sixteen going on seventeen and went to the local Catholic Girls High school where they wore a bottle green gymslip, bottle gree...

I walk into the room dressed as you requested: Hair in pigtails, plaid schoolgirl skirt, tall white socks, white button down shirt, no bra. I stand in front of you while your eyes scrutinize me. You beckon me over, “Show me” you demand. I lift the hem of my skirt and reveal my white cotton panties. I pretend not to notice when you adjust the bulge in your pants. You grab my hips and sit me on the desk. I spread my legs an...

Cassie Parks returned to her dorm room at Holy Cross School for girls exhausted. Having just lost her virginity the past week, she was walking around fighting a constant level of arousal. Her roommate and instigator of her first time, Jill, had been absent for the week and she desperately needed a girl to talk to. Cassie sat on her bed, lifted her plaid skirt up and slid her hand between her soft skin and her white cotton...

The next day, back at work at Holy Cross School, Jacob Smith, the headmaster, was priding himself on resisting his would be temptress when in walked Cassie Parks again, this time with the nun who monitored the dorms and Cassie’s roommate, Jill Pierce. If Cassie was on one end of the spectrum, Jill was on the other. Fully aware of her sexuality and how to use it to get what she wanted. Jill was basically a slut. She snuck...

Jacob had been the headmaster at Holy Cross School for Girls for five years. A young man for the position, he often drew attention from the girls and mothers alike. He prided himself on the job he was doing in keeping the girls pure and unspoiled by the temptations of the outside world. The girls at Holy Cross did not have the typical distractions of modern television and pre-pubescent boys. Jacob sat at his desk looking...