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Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

A Valentine's tryst at a Christian school for girls.

“Good morning, and happy Saint Valentine’s Day, girls!” Reverend James began his sermon with particular emphasis, making his way up the aisle of the school chapel to the pulpit. “Can anyone here tell me what this day is all about?” It was my last semester...

An Early Evening Visit

Jess Stokes pays Talulah a visit…

‘Come in, it’s open.’ Jess Stokes turned the handle and pushed open the door. ‘Hello, Miss Stokes,’ Talulah said, sitting on her bed. She was wrapped in a large, fluffy bathrobe, a hint of her deep cleavage just visible. ‘Is everything okay?’ ‘Yes, everyt...

After the Changing Room

Mr. Chambers and Talulah had a concealed guest

The changing room door closed for a second time and Stephanie let out a breath. Her legs were shaking. An hour of netball practice and then crouching on a toilet seat would do that. She stepped down slowly, unlocked the cubicle door and looked out. The ch...

An Encounter In The Changing Rooms

Mr. Chambers is called upon when Miss Stokes has a accident in the changing rooms.

The following morning Dean was relieved to see that the snow had stopped, but as the temperature had risen it had been replaced by a steady drizzle which was turning the snow that was left on the ground to slush. Their replacement hire car had arrived aro...

Ms. Putnam's School For Refined Ladies, Chapter 5

Beverly enjoyed both the Mistress and jewel as they settled into their "family".

"Ohhh... Mistress you smell so wonderful... I love the smell of your pussy!" sparkle said as she inhaled deeply over and over. The smell was intoxicating and her mind began swimming in the sweet perfume. Mistress reached down with both hands and using her...

Ms. Putnam's School For Refined Ladies, Chapter 4

Beverly is invited to the dean's house... and there was a surprise waiting there for her!

Beverly wasted no time in straddling Ms. Putnam's leg and aiming the dildo at her needy pussy. She rubbed the tip up and down her dripping slit to lubricate it a bit, then began sliding down the shaft deliciously slowly. "Oh, Ms. Putnam! Ohhh..." she moan...

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Ms. Putnam's School For Refined Ladies, Chapter 3

Beverly's "education" continues... how much more can she take?

"Beverly, this school and my position as dean affords me opportunities and luxuries that most other deans do not enjoy. This is a private school paid for by the student's tuition and by generous benefactors. "We do not get State or Federal funding and so...

Ms. Putnam School For Refined Ladies, Chapter 2

Beverly surrenders to her needs and submits to Ms. Putnam...

Ms. Putnam wasn't finished with this young student just yet. While Beverly lay on the desk, moaning and trying to recover her senses, Ms. Putnam quickly got undressed and then moved around to the other side of her desk. Opening the drawer, she pulled some...

Ms. Putnam's School For Refined Ladies, Chapter 1

Beverly hated school, until the day she found herself in the Dean's Office!

"Miss Parker, what am I to do with you?" Beverly Parker just sat there at her desk with her arms crossed. This had become a regular interaction between Ms. Putnam, the Dean of the school, and Beverly.  "Really, I am just about at my wits' end with you, yo...

Escort in Training - Chapter 8

Emma's - and your own - patient wait for sex comes to an end!

Tuesday, 10am My mood is even more terrible when I wake up. Now I’m not just frustrated, I’m tired too. My first response to the morning is to frown and sigh. The Colin Firth-lookalike rouses us again, pulling back the curtains to more blazing sunshine an...

Escort In Training - Chapter 1

Emma quits her job and considers a new line of work

Friday, 11am My hands shake as I fumble at the keys on my phone. My angry fingers can’t seem to hit the right buttons. I curse the gibberish on the screen and slam the fucking thing back into my handbag. It’s only an enraged nothing tweet to nobody in par...