It was nearly six months since Alan had taken up the post of vicar of St Stephen's Church. It had taken a while for him and his pretty young wife Jenny to get used to life in the country after a spell in the inner city, but he was beginning to adapt. One of the biggest adjustments was the size of the vicarage and the live-in domestic staff. Mrs Brown acted...
Megan rang the door bell, she stood waiting by the door, she felt quite nervous. The door opened and Micheal appeared, he gave Megan a happy but nervous smile and let her walk inside. Micheal closed the door and took a deep breath before turning round to face Megan. "So, here we are... You got everything you need??" asked Micheal nervously, he kept his dis...
Weekend At Becky's If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise Part One: Brown Eyed Bears Okay, remember how my first scene ended with me throwing up on the camera? Not good, I hear you say. Not so fast, say I. Turns out this was not a career ending move, rather it's the scat equivalent of the money shot. Becky is on the phone and en...
As one of the few male teachers in St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies I considered myself fortunate to have a position in such a prestigious school aged only 30. I teach a final year class of 18 to nearly 19 year old girls, all seeming to want to outdo each other in showing off their wares in the shortest skirts and the tightest, thinnest blouses school r...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been captured by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being a Peeping Tom in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. I had decided not to get the pol...
I'm dressed in a white low cut top and short black and white skirt. You move towards me and kiss me full on the lips. You turn me round pull me close to you, I can feel your bugle pressing against my back. You run your hands down my body, starting from my shoulders down to my tits were you stop to rub and squeeze them. Then your hands move down to my stomach...
18 months ago I was down south; I'd finished a seminar and was heading home up the M5. After half hour into the journey, my mind started thinking of sexy things, so I made the decision that to help the journey go quicker - I would pull off at next junction and find a lay-by and have a change. It was about 8.45, so dusk to dark. The next one was the Bridgewa...
I'd been in the job for just a few weeks. Interesting dynamics for sure, a dozen blokes and a female boss who they all seemed very subservient to. She was a good looking woman for sure, amazing figure and always immaculately dressed. Always a skirt and jacket, never trousers and always with fabulous shoes. Shoes say a lot about you and I would add she wore n...
"How about these?" Bee held up the tiny lace knickers she had worn the first day we met. It was now four days later and she was searching for a pair of knickers for me to wear out tonight. "Aren't they-" "Yup." "I'm not sure that they would keep everything in Bee. They are quite tiny. Why can't I just wear some of my own?" "Because the point is that we...
The second part of the story of the Stocking Sperm Challenge will make better sense if the reader is familiar with the original story. * Naturally, Ruby was enjoying telling April every saucy detail about what she had just put me through at my first and failed attempt at the Stocking Sperm Challenge and the history of my unsanctioned meddling with her inti...