Mrs Pardoe's heart pounded like steam-hammer as she made her way to her room. It had been such a long time since she'd had a young girl to herself, to take command of, to admire and to love, and she knew Mrs Amos's niece Lizzie was a real doll. On the way she passed the Joanna television-person ensconced with Gloria in the stair well of the third floor, bot...
Full permission is granted to reproduce this work, provided credit is given to the author. The following is an adult story. If you are not 18, you cannot read it. If you are offended by sexually oriented material, stop now. This is my second attempt at writing a story any comments would be appreciated. * * * * * I had been serving Bill and Jane for sever...
My life in school after that was much different. I was shunned by everyone. No one would eat lunch with me. Word had gotten out obviously to the whole school. My day was filled with howling laughter at every turn, and snickering behind my back. Even the chess club dropped me for fear of something happening to them. I was on my own. I would go home and disro...
A couple of weeks had passed since our last adventure and I decided it was time to further Sandy and Shelly's sexual education. They had called me several times during the last week and I knew they were anxious to have their next lesson. This time I had planned something very hot. While teaching gymnastics at the alternative high school several years ago...
Disclaimer: I began writing this seven part saga in late 2015. As the old saying goes; all good things come to an end. Here are parts 6 and 7. I hope you enjoy reading them, as I did writing this chronicle. All are over 18 years of age. This story is completely fictional. None of the characters portrayed are real, also none of these sexual encounters ever...
As I drove home that evening I had the replay of the days events running on a loop in my mind. I can't believe I paraded around in panties at lingerie store in front of strange women at the instruction of my new mistress. Hell, I signed a contract to obey her no matter what she says! Then I begged to jack off in front of her. I'm even a panty wearing sissy n...
I certainly wasn't in Kansas. I was dressed as a private school girl tease and standing in front of an adult bookstore superstore. What did my sissy sister have in mind? I tried to find some sort of hint but his poker face offered no clues. We were certainly dressed for more than just shopping for DVD's. So I didn't think we were there for the sales. We ha...
As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...
In the gymnasium a practise was in progress. "One, and two, and three and four," Hardwick's voice brayed above the tinny jink, jink, jink of an elderly piano. Ten students arranged in a double row of five were dancing to the beat as he called it. It was part of Hardwick's routine. Groups of them came to him daily, either for dance, deportment or gymnastics...
Jim O'Connor was straight as a board. The 60 year-old with the crew cut white hair and stubbly face voted Republican, owned several guns, drove a Dodge Ram pickup, and was a retired high school teacher & baseball coach. In fact, the married father of two adult daughters with four grandkids had amassed 19 consecutive winning seasons as head coach. His record...