At School


Tales From Alyrrawood - Ch. 1

Dru hurried through the fog, the tall grass catching at his shoes and trying to trip him, but he could see the lights of the old manor through the mist--a dozen spots of golden light glowing in the darkness, and he could hear the deep, bass beat of the music, like the heartbeat of the house itself. Climbing the creaky front steps, he entered through the open front doors, shrugging out of his long, black overcoat as he glanced around the foyer. There was a pile of coats against the wall, so he checked his pockets to make sure there wasn't anything worth staling, and then tossed his down.

Pussy spy

She was very pretty. A very pretty girl, with pretty eyes. But Michelle Wisks had these beautiful rounded breasts I was so in love with, until the day she caught me spying on her. And then, she punished me and saciated me with her "friends". I was in the gym. When our classes ended, I spied when the girls where changing clothes. "I bet Brigitte has masturbated a lot this week, her pussy is horny and reddish", but I had no time for this, since Michelle, with her red haired pussy, was fingering herself nicely and sweating, accompanied by three other girls. These girls were very pretty too, but I was concentrating on her cunt.

The Lifeguard

I felt the cool water envelope my body as I dove into the pool. The water felt so good after the workout I had just completed at the gym. It was my routine, every morning at six, workout, swim, shower, and then head to my class. Such was the schedule of this college girl. I went under the water and just enjoyed the weightless feeling I always loved. Two, then three, and soon I had made twenty laps. I heard the whistle and glanced up at the life guard. I always enjoyed looking at him; he had such a sexy body. He was around six foot with dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that could make a girl dream about him.

Dan The College Impregnator 3

Dan was walking down a hallway at his college and he saw a poster of a pale strawberry blonde girl named Linda who was 21 years old. The sign was advertising for her re-election as the president of the student union. She posed beside a young studious black man named Leroy who was 20 years old who was the vice president of the student union and also looking to get re-elected. She also posed with a young fairskinned redhead named Trish who was the secretary for the student union who wanted to be re-elected as well. They all looked studious and nerdy. They all wore glasses. Dan went to seek out their office.

Painted Student

Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or paninis and coffee. It isn't the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialize while they eat.Today was just like any other at lunch; hectic. The place heaved with a mass of young people whose voices joined in a cacophony of noise. The smell of food being cooked and coffee wafted on a warm breeze that circulated the canteen.The scrape of a chair on the herring-bone parquet flooring drew a glance from me, focusing my attention for a brief moment.

Suzanne's lesson

"What is it this time Suzanne?""I was caught smoking in the toilets, Sir." She stood in front of his desk, one hip thrust forward, deliberately provocatively. Mr. French sighed in resignation of an on-going and unfathomable problem. It seemed that he and this particular young lady were having these chastisement meetings rather more frequently than he would like. "Adopt the position."Suzanne was a problem, a constant problem. At Saint Agnes School for girls, she was the misfit. Her teen head carried knowledge that was, by far, much too knowing for her years.

Enjoying during studying in college

That happened to me when I studied at the University. I didn't live with my parents because in this city we didn't have a house or some relatives or even friends. I was late to get my name on the list to the college hostel, so I had to rent accommodation just a few blocks from the campus. There were 2 of us, 2 girls who rented one apartment, because it was a bit cheaper for us both to share accommodation fees. I walked in to the apartment I shared with another girl named Meeta. It was late Friday night. I had been in the library, preparing for my exams on the next Monday. The living room was in a small light on because that the TV was on, but there was no Meeta to be found.

Serah's Slave - 2

One day she said she was coming home with me. Once inside she ordered me to prepare some hot chocolate for both of us. I was about to say that I didn't like chocolate very much when I remembered what I was supposed to do. By the time it was ready she had freshened up and came back in her underwear. "I forgot to bring any change. Give me one of your shirts" I dutifully took one from the closet. She then proceeded to calmly slowly remove her underwear, hook it onto the back of the chairs and put on my shirt half the buttons of which she left undone. I gulped a couple of times during the process and averted my gaze but it slowly came back to her.

Serahs Slave - 1

She was the shortest girl in the class. She was average looking. She generally sat in the back bench. She was careful not to be in the limelight. But I knew she was trouble from the beginning. She had a beautiful figure and she knew it. I noticed that she deliberately showed a lot of cleavage during class hours. My slightly bewildered guess that she did it only to male teachers was proved correct when some of the male colleagues commented on it. But none of the ladies had that experience with her. I deliberately ignored her. Others either took her to task for it or enjoyed the view.

Kids Camp

Three of the students were going for an interview and I was asked by the principal to accompany them as I was one of their professors. I was the youngest of their teachers and was not sure whether I was up to the responsibility deposited on me. One of the two girls (both are 18 of course) in the group Ann was very outspoken and forward. And frequently I had caught myself imagining how it would be if I were to run my hands over her breasts, the top of which was habitually visible over her low cut dresses. I could not be sure, but there were one or two occasions I had seen her looking at me with an enigmatic expression that made me slightly uneasy and excited at the same time.