"Cassie gets caught watching Brad masturbate"
Brad walked over to the bathroom stall where he heard the noise and saw some movement. He pulled on the locked door and shouted, “Open up!” Cassie crouched down on top of the toilet, her body shaking, hoping Brad would...
"The new teacher learns as much as she teaches."
Ms. Wey went by the name of Haeli, but I knew her as Nicole, at least that was the name she said she preferred. I first met Ms. Wey, I mean Nicole, when I was a senior at Westlake and...
"Cassie needs to sketch her buxom Art Teacher"
Cassie left the Head Mistress flustered and extremely aroused. She never expected that she would enjoy the spanking as much as she just did. Was it because it was a new experience or that Mr. Williams, the new male teacher...
"Brad's dream job or is it?"
Brad’s mind was racing and his heart was beating faster. He was so confused and torn. He wasn’t sure whether he should stay or run for the door. This morning he was so excited, thinking about his new teaching job...
"Susan succumbs to her son's friend"
Jeff was bored. Home for the summer after his sophomore year of college, he was working early-shift maintenance at a warehouse. As he got done by 2pm he had the whole afternoon and evening to entertain himself. It was now...
Labor day arrived, signaling the end of the summer vacation and the start of the fall semester. Tara was saddened at not being able to spend her days with me, but I assured her that I would see her after...
"Among all the tension"
Marie Amadeur Claude-Bonet was a thirty-two year old professor at a big university in the state of Missouri. Standing at five-foot-eight with the figure of a model and the exact same face as actress Eva Green, Marie was the most...
"A teenage girl suggests sex for good grades."
I did something very naughty last week. It really was quite terrible and I wouldn’t recommend doing it. However, there was really no way around it. I had not been dressing for gym class for the last four months. I...
"A powerful medication makes for an interesting day at school."
Ben rubbed his eyes as he slowly made his way down the hallway to the stairs, still hungover from the night before. “Dad! Dad, I’m going to school!” No answer. Ben knew there wouldn’t be. His dad had probably stayed...
"After 6 years, I finally get what I want..."
Mr. Smith was my tenth grade teacher. He was a lacrosse enthusiast, and had the body to prove it. I was sixteen, and had a bad case of teenage lust. He had dark hair, hazel eyes, and a voice that...
