Pupil Stories

Miss Burke returned to the bedroom carrying a tray with a decanter and two glasses.“Here,” she offered a glass. “It’s ginger wine. It will restore and reinvigorate you.” She sat on the bed alongside me and took a long draft from her glass. I sipped and warmth spread from my stomach through my body. She stroked me, smoothing a hand over my chest, caressing my nipples. Her gown stretched to contain her breasts, visible thro...

The lunch time bell rang, sending a bolt of fear down Claire's spine. She'd spent the last two lessons stressing about what Mr Sunderland had meant by 'some kind of arrangement'. Surely he couldn't mean anything 'inappropriate'... However, it's hardly standard practice to catch his pupils fucking in his drama studio at break time. Claire's mind flashed back to the look on his face when he walked in and found her and Scott...

Miss Burke collected me in her car at noon and we drove across the city towards her home.“I have been thinking about you,” she said.Shifting in her seat she drew up her skirt, driving one handed.“Look, Thinking about you makes me wet.”She was bare legged. Where her strong thighs met was a triangle of white cotton, wisps of hair escaping at the edges. darkened at it’s centre by her moisture. “This is what happens to women...

The afternoon passed in a blur. I had two further lessons but managed no more than to stare at text books through them both and saw nothing but images of Miss Burke’s heaving breasts. At the four o’clock bell I made my way back to her class room. She told me to take a chair and sat next to me.“ A small group of teachers here provide tutoring for select pupils, special tutoring in the ways of love. Each teacher mentors jus...

Miss Burke handed me my essay. It was marked at 90% in red pen with a note to see her after class. The class room emptied at the sound of the bell and for a minute or so she tidied up, filling a huge bag with school books. I stood waiting at her desk watching her. She was younger than most of the teachers, maybe in her mid twenties. She was tall and quite well built with big hips, a narrow waist and large breasts. I’m sur...

This is a work of fiction... I twiddled my thumbs in anticipation of my next lesson. It was with Mr. Kain, all round love god. He was gorgeous with a capital 'G'. BERRINNG The bell rang and I leapt out of my seat and sprinted towards the door. My name is Daisy Young and I am 18 years old, just about to finish college and go off to university. I have long silvery blonde hair which is usually tied back in a loose bun. I hav...

Virtuous Vices Part 2This is part two of my story about Penny, the sixteen year old desperate to grow up but afraid of losing her own privacy. I hope you enjoy. Well it had been just over a week since he sent the email and although now, when I masturbated, I came stronger than ever before, nothing much else had changed. I still didn’t know who he was, this strange voyeur. We spoke often via email. He never offered any inf...