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Gratefully I sink into my seat.  It is going to be a very long flight. NEWARK, my boarding pass says, but it’s just another destination at the end of yet another flight.

I usually prefer to sit on the aisle but none of those seats are available and I feel lucky to even get a window.  True, it’s in the very last row of the plane, but at least I don’t have to endure the three hours sandwiched into a middle seat between an ex-pro football player and a mother with a screaming infant.  And with any luck the middle seat would stay empty, giving me just that tiny bit of precious space that makes so much of a difference on a long flight.

Gradually the plane fills.  A tiny, older Vietnamese lady settles into the aisle seat.  We exchange smiles then retreat into our respective thoughts.  The last of the passengers file in and it looks more and more like a relatively comfortable flight.  Perhaps I can even get a little work done on the way.  

A girl making her way down the aisle catches my eye and I find my gaze lingering.  I notice men – and even a few women – glancing at the lithe figure edging by.  She appears to be a college student, athletic and willowy with striking red hair and an elfin face. The sky-blue-trimmed gray hoodie she’s wearing loudly proclaims “KISS ME I’M A CUNY,” and I blush a little at the unbidden thought that flashes through my mind.  Change just one letter and..

She inches down the aisle scanning the faces of the passengers as if looking for someone. She’s wearing a pleated skirt swishing on long lovely legs.  Tan... firm... shapely... The swell of her breasts is accentuated by a hint of cleavage peeking through the open zipper at her throat.  Her movements are fluid, graceful, and more than a little alluring. 

Her eyes meet mine and I realize I’ve been staring.  I quickly feign interest in the activities of the baggage handling crew on the tarmac. Let’s just get going and get this journey over with.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting there?”  

The girl has stopped at my row! The elderly Vietnamese lady smiles politely at her and she slips past her bony knees into the middle seat, arranging her skirt and dazzles me with a quick smile revealing even, white teeth.  

I’m not even irritated that she chose my row to sit in even though plenty of other empty seats beckon. I catch just the slightest scent of her perfume and the clean smell of her hair as she bends over to slide her tote under the seat in front of her. Perhaps the flight won’t be so unpleasant after all, although I harbor little thought that she would welcome the attentions of a middle-aged Indian businessman.

A thump announces the closing of the door and almost immediately the plane begins to push back from the gate.  The flight attendants drone through the same old “in the event of an emergency” routine that I’ve heard a hundred times before, but this time I pretend to listen intently while I use the distraction to check out my attractive seatmate through the corner of my eye.  

She is as lovely as I thought at first glance. The small airline seat seems oversized for her slender frame. Graceful hands clasp a paperback and I strain to read the title - “Plains of Passage.”   Hmm.  I seem to have heard of it before. An embracing couple framed by a horse and a wolf adorn the cover. Is this the book I’ve seen my daughter reading in bed before lights out?

I focus on her profile.  A smattering of pale freckles adorns a small upturned nose above full lips that carry just a hint of mischief.  Her eyes seem unusually large and green, and combined with her slender jaw and slight frame give her a youthful appearance though I guess her to be in her early twenties.

She is dressed casually in clothes that accentuate her features without distracting from her beauty. Her face, framed by reddish-golden tresses, seems to float in the folds of the hoodie.  Even her skirt, unusual for air travel, serves to draw attention to her shapely legs. A single gold locket graces her throat, simple, yet, I perceive, expensive. I am suddenly glad that I wore my dress slacks and best shirt though I must appear drab and unappealing next to such a vision of youth and beauty.

The interminable taxi to the runway comes to an end and the plane pauses while the pilot ramps up engine power then leaps forward in the takeoff run.  The roar of the engines inches from my left ear is deafening as the plane jolts down the concrete straining for airspeed.  There is a particularly rough bump as the plane’s nose rotates upwards and the girl gasps and unexpectedly grasps my arm just as the machine leaps into the sky, free from the confines of the earth.  Her fingers cling tightly to my biceps, and through my surprise I am suddenly grateful for that gym membership! 

Startled, I turn to face her in time to glimpse the sheepish look in her eyes as her fingers release their grip.

“Sorry!” she says, rolling her eyes up at me sheepishly. “Flying makes me so nervous!” I laugh sympathetically.
 
“Are you going to New York?” I impulsively ask, then immediately regret the obvious question.  

“Yes, I am in graduate school at the City University of New York.”  Her turn to be obvious. 

Her openness takes me aback.  In my experience, beautiful girls tend to be a little.. standoffish.  Even conceited.  This girl seems warm and friendly and... and... approachable.  Suddenly, I’m looking forward to the long flight ahead.

“Which school?”  showing off my knowledge of the crazy quilt conglomerate of campuses that are CUNY.  

“Hunter.  On 41st Street.”  

“Then you must be enrolled in the Art School.”  

Her smile flashes and something thrills inside me.  “Yes, in Studio Art.  Are you from the City?  How do you know so much about CUNY?”

“No, no, I’m from Houston,” suddenly aware of my Indian accent, “although I travel to New York frequently. But every educated person knows of Hunter College. I have friends who have gone there, or wished they had. It is an excellent school and only the very best students get in.”

Again the smile, grateful this time. She perceives the compliment. “I wish my father thought so. I’m afraid he believes my passion is rather a waste of time and his money!”

“Your passion?”

“Yes, of course – my photography, you know. He only thinks in terms of practical things and sees no need for me to go to school in New York just to open a studio in Clear Lake to take wedding pictures and family portraits.”

“You live in Clear Lake City? I do as well!”

We laugh in wonder at the coincidence. I like her laugh, the way the corners of her mouth curl, and her teeth flash, and her eyes shine, and suddenly I realize how attracted I am to this girl.

“So you are a photographer, eh? I have dabbled a little in that, but I’m strictly an amateur. Of what do you like to take pictures?”

“Many things! I love the multitude of shapes and colors of the city and the fascinating people that live there! People of all types, from millionaire Wall Street traders to traders of another kind that haunt the streets. A good photograph is much more than just a picture of a person or an object. It should capture the essence of your subject – you know, its soul. I believe everything has a soul. Don’t you?”

That embarrasses me a bit. It has never occurred to me that things might have souls, although I suppose people do. “I am in the software business,” I say a bit defensively, as if that explains everything.

She smiles warmly and turns to her book.

The roar of the engines has faded to a quiet whisper as the plane reaches cruising altitude. Up here the sun has yet to slip below the horizon and a reddish glow suffuses the cabin with soft radiance. I gallantly reach overhead and push the button to illuminate her reading light and she acknowledges my gesture with that heart-stopping smile.

I clear my throat, unwilling to let the conversation lapse. “I seem to have heard of your book. I believe my daughter may have a copy.  It must be popular.”

She looks up in amusement.  “Your daughter?  You do not look old enough to have a daughter that enjoys Jean Auel."

“Jean Auel?”

Her grin widens mischievously.

“Yes, she’s the author.  She has written a whole series of books about a prehistoric girl and her adventures.  Some of her writing can be quite graphic, if you know what I mean.” She laughs at my discomfort. “It is indeed quite popular - with girls!”

I vow to have a closer look at my daughter’s reading material.  Then it occurs to me..

“And you enjoy reading such graphic books?”

She giggles. “Oh, of course the sexy parts are fun, but her stories are much more than that. It’s been years since I read this one and it seemed perfect for the plane.”

The thought of her enjoying the sexy parts causes a little jolt in my groin and I can feel the sensitive head of my penis expand a bit in my foreskin.

My thoughts idle back to a time in India when I sat close to another beautiful young girl - how intoxicated I was with her! - and again bitterness wells up inside me.  Why had I let her drift away?  Such a fool I was!  As I muse I occasionally scent the girl’s fragrance and it reminds me of my lost love.

Minutes pass and the girl stirs restlessly, shifting her position in the seat until her arm rests against mine. My skin tingles at her touch and I will myself not to move lest she pull away. She sighs and closes her book.

“Where will you be staying in New York?” she asks suddenly.

“Oh, I won’t be in the City this trip,” I replied, thrilled that she again spoke. “I’ll be staying in Jersey.”  I grasp at a way to keep her talking. “Does your photography ever take you to New Jersey?”

She laughs. Oh, the sound of her laughter! It pleases me like a fine wine.

“Most of my photography is in a studio. Here – let me show you.”

She leans forward to retrieve her tote, giving me the opportunity to again study the side of her face, her graceful neck,   her fragrant flaming hair..

“Here,” she says, as she pulls a portfolio from the confines of the tote. “Here is a sample of my work.”

She favors brilliant colors and shapes.  A vegetable stand, the scarlet and yellow peppers sectioned between green fruits surreal in the intensity of their hue.  A sidewalk Italian restaurant festooned with brilliant umbrellas and napkins.  A flower box resplendent with daisies and phlox.

“I thought you shot in a studio.”  These at least were not.

“Here,” she says, taking the sheaf from me.  Her hand brushes mine and again a thrill courses through my body. She shuffles through the sheaf, then presses the stack back into my hands.

It is of a nude woman, brunette, beautiful, a scarlet scarf strategically hiding her private parts.  I blush furiously as she watches enquiringly for my reaction.

“Very nice,” I manage to croak.

I hurriedly flip to the next photo. Another nude – the same woman in a different pose, this time quite naked.

“This is one I like!” She again takes the stack, selects a particular photo and hands it to me.  Another nude, a fiery redhead this time.  Perfect breasts.  A light tuft of gold-red hair at her groin.  An unmistakable invitation in her eyes. Erotically exotic.

It is her.  The girl sitting next to me.

“We had to do a self-portrait, something that would capture our essence. I think this captures mine. What do you think?”
I sit stunned. My penis rampages. “It’s, it’s beautiful!” I gulp. “You’re beautiful!”

She smiles gratefully, seemingly unembarrassed. “Thanks!” She retrieves the pictures and carefully returns them to her tote.

The flight attendant picks that moment to appear. “Would you like something to drink, sir?”

I hurriedly attempt to compose myself.  

“Um.  Yes.  Hot tea, please.”

“Miss?”

She glances at me approvingly. “I’ll have hot tea as well.”

She returns to her book.

The nude image of the girl seems imprinted in my mind’s eye. The creamy smoothness of her skin, the perfection of her firm breasts tipped by lightly-colored nipples – had they been erect? The taut tummy and slender hips, the delicate indent of her navel, the neatly trimmed curls between her legs with just a hint of hidden lips, and most of all those eyes. Those sultry, inviting green eyes. My lids close as I savor the image, prick throbbing, fully erect.

“Sir?” 

I come to myself with a jolt. The tea is here. 

We hurriedly lower our tray tables as the attendant passes the Styrofoam cups filled with hot water and a tea bag. We each steep the bags for a moment.

“Tea comes from India, doesn’t it?” she asks suddenly.

“Yes, from Assam, in the northeast part of my country." And I went on to tell her of Dibrugarh on the Brahmaputra, of the great tea plantations planted on the terraced hillsides, the visit I made there in my youth – of how the dappled sunlight filters through the shade trees and weaves patterns of black and white on the neatly pruned tea-bushes. Of watching the tea-pluckers at work, admiring the deftness of their fingers as they pluck the delicate two leaves and a bud from which the "nectar of the gods" is made.  And looming over all, the Assam Mountains, eastern-most spur of the mighty Himalayas, rising tumbled-shoulder and craggy peak to over 7,000 meters.

She listens enthralled as we sip our tea, and I am stabbed by a pang of sadness for she reminds me acutely of the one who had shared that trip with me, and like a fool I had let her drift away. Long ago I had vowed that never again would I allow such an opportunity to pass by. Never again!

She excuses herself and clambering over the old woman locks herself in the lavatory. Again in my mind’s eye I can see her picture and my prick swells anew as I imagine those lips on mine.

But with the swelling of my manhood, another more pressing need makes itself urgently known. My bladder is bursting. I also scramble to the aisle and wait outside the lavatory door and suddenly a flash, a vision of her sitting on the toilet three feet away, her underwear bunched around her thighs, the hiss of her golden stream lost in the rush of air passing the speeding airliner.  My phallus is throbbingly engorged and I discretely ease its position in my trousers.

Abruptly the door opens, and we are face to face.  She smiles demurely and brushes past as I enter the tiny cubicle and lock the door.  Blue liquid still gurgles in the bowl, and again I imagine her sitting there, her knees spread wide, pulling me between them.  I wrestle my stiff member from my fly and will it to soften but as I stand swaying to the motion of the plane I can almost feel her long, slender fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking it, cajoling it.  My own hand stands in place of hers.  It feels so good to stroke myself, to slide my foreskin back and forth over my tumescent head. So good... so good. Images of her posing nude for the camera flash through my fevered mind.  Of her reading “the sexy parts,” of her hand reaching between her legs as the characters in the story stoke their own fiery passion. I imagine how moments before she had sat where I now stood as her urine splashed noisily in the bowl.  And I again feel her fingers on my hot erection, her lips on my swollen head, kissing, sucking, stroking...

“UUUUGGGHHHH,” I groan as spurt after spurt of white, viscous semen splat into the bowl, my hand a blur of motion.  In a moment it is over and I slump, leaning on the wall breathing hard.  The image had been so real that for a moment I am surprised to find myself alone in the lavatory.  Quickly recovering I empty my bladder and clean my prick of all traces of my ejaculation before washing my hands and exiting.

As I open the door I am embarrassed to see a small knot of people impatiently waiting their turn.  How long have I been in there?

She glances up at me and smiles as I crawl awkwardly over her knees and sink into my seat.  It is late now and the plane drones mindlessly on somewhere over the Midwest.  

“That was a beautiful story,” she said sleepily. “It made me feel as if I was really there. I could hear the rustle of the green tea leaves in the cool breeze from the mountains and hear the chatter of the women as they carried their laden baskets from the fields.” She touches my nerveless hand. “You’re an artist, too.”

She wraps herself in a blanket that had appeared while I was in the lavatory and snuggles against my shoulder, her slender arms hugging mine. Soft hair brushes my face and I inhale deeply of its fragrance.  If the plane crashes right now my life is complete - fulfilled.  I float out of time and space in that place between wakefulness and dreams.

I come to myself to find her hand in my lap, her breath soft and even as she slumbers.  My dick springs instantly to life under her touch!  Frantically I will it to go down yet am reluctant to move her hand, fearful that I will wake her into embarrassment at her position. My treacherous member has a will of its own, though, and soon I can feel it swell to its full proportions.  Her hand rests easily on the sensitive head, sparks of electricity jolting my loins.  Suddenly the air seems thin and I gasp for bits of oxygen, thrusting my hips ever so slightly into her touch, mortified that she might wake up yet unable to stop myself.  Then, to my immense delight – and ultimate horror – she stirs in her sleep and firmly grasps my turgid shaft in her delicate hand and gives a contented sigh.

I am in an agony of pleasure and embarrassment.   I struggle mightily to keep my rising lust in check but images of her pale nipples puckered in arousal flash through my imagination in kaleidoscopic fury.  My mind glimpses again her intimate folds through the down at her groin – seated on the toilet, my prick in her mouth – pleasuring herself as she reads of sexual passion and lust
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And as if she senses my torment I feel her cover my lap with her blanket.  Her hand seeks the zipper of my fly and tugs it down.  Is this a dream?  Has the plane crashed?  Am I dead and in heaven? Her fingers enter, seeking, and I stifle a cry as her cool fingers touch the fiery furnace of my engorged shaft.  Her eyes closed, nestled on my shoulder, by all appearances sound asleep she nevertheless wrestles my penis through the open fly and I feel immediate relief as it springs free into her hand.

I am beyond wonderment at what is happening. There is only my throbbing prick, a soft hand, and fragrant hair in my nostrils. Lightly she toys with me, gently rolling my foreskin back and forth over my head.   I grit my teeth as I strive for restraint.  I do not need it soft and light.  I crave pressure.  I will her to stroke me, harder.. and harder.. 

Once again she senses my need and her fist suddenly tightens as she squeezes my head fiercely, wrenching a groan from deep in my throat.  With her first stroke, I know I am lost.  My restraint crumbles and I give myself to her.  My head lolls back one eye half open for watchers, but all is quiet.  Her hand pumps forcefully up and down, up and down, up and down, maddeningly, relentlessly, remorselessly.   I thrust up on each downstroke, trying to be discrete but surely failing.

Faster she strokes, the pad of her thumb at the junction of my furrow.  I feel the slickness, the wetness seeping from me.   Her merciless thumb is heedless of my agony.  My prick swells impossibly and I suddenly fear that the skin will split from the pressure!

I feel it now.  The tingling inside me, the pressure as my sperm gathers deep in my body.  I squeeze my bottom together and thrust myself deep into her hand.   The feeling wells up now... higher... higher...  I struggle to last, to hold back, to postpone my release.  But it can’t be denied.  No dam can hold it back.  The pressure grows unbearable until suddenly the dam bursts!    With a quiet gasp I come... And come... And COMEEEEE!   Spurt after spurt slops wetly on her pistoning hand.  It seems like pints and quarts erupt from my body.  Three!  Four! And finally with the fifth eruption I slump, spent, too drained to even move.

I feel the delicate dab of a napkin as she mops up the worst of the sticky mess.  She cleans me then tucks me tenderly back inside my pants.  She smiles nestled snugly on my shoulder, and again grips my arm.

I must do something for her. I must.  I turn slightly towards her and for the first time touch her thigh just above the knee.  She snuggles deeper into my arm.  I stroke her skin, marveling at its softness.  She makes no move to stop me but ever so slightly spreads her knees.

Confident now I stroke higher and higher until my fingers slide beneath her skirt, skin soft to my touch.   With my fingertip I draw little circles on her sensitive thighs and feel her breath quicken.

I am impatient.  My own lust is returning but this time it’s a lust to please her as she has pleased me.  I suddenly thrust my hand deep under her skirt and touch the silky smoothness of her pantied crotch and a new jolt goes through me as I realize that it is saturated with her arousal.

Abruptly she disentangles herself.  “Be right back,” she whispers, and gently clambers over the old Vietnamese woman, who barely stirs in her slumber, then disappears into the lavatory.

I don’t have long to wait. She slips sleekly into her seat and assumes her former position.  My hand does not hesitate with preliminaries.  It immediately seeks its goal, reaching deep under her skirt and between her parted thighs and touching… bare skin. Her labia! She has removed her panties.  My penis throbs into full erection immediately.

Feverishly I stroke between her legs seeking the furrowed opening in her lips.  Her soft down tickles my fingers but I barely notice, so intent am I on opening her, touching her.  My index finger slips into the burning cleft sopping with her secretions, and she suddenly grips my arm in trembling intensity.  I luxuriate a moment in her wetness, stroking my fingertip back and forth in her slick furrow over the indentation of her urethra, down into her vagina, then back up to the hard nubbin of her clitoris, swollen and exposed, peeking from under its hood.  Back and forth I stroke her until her grip on my arm becomes insistent, and she squeezes me impatiently with steely fingers.  I seek out her vagina and plunge my middle finger deep inside.  I rotate it as her wetness oozes, probing the ridges of her interior sheathe, seeking the soft spongy mass at the core of her pleasure.  I feel more than hear her groan masked by the rushing air around the plane.  I can sense her struggle to remain still.

My finger is joined by his brother and together they thrust back and forth over the sensitive tissues of her G-spot. I long to plunge my swollen prick into her, to take her right there on the plane heedless of who watches. In my imagination she cries out as I thrust hard and deep and fast, pulling me into her, thrusting her pelvis to meet my strokes.  I can almost feel her heat surrounding me, bathing me in her juices, gripping me with her muscular sheathe, coaxing me on to greater and greater exertions.  Our fellow passengers would watch wordlessly in the darkness, the jealous men pulling on their jutting phalluses, the women’s hands buried in their pants, frantically rubbing themselves, silently timing their orgasm with ours!  

Her pelvis begins to twitch and I know she is nearing her finish.  I extract my sopping fingers and find her rigid clit, rolling it between my fingers, pinching it until she tenses and begins to press her thighs rhythmically together, trapping my hand in her squeeze then releasing it to continue its assault on the core of her need.

I concentrate on her clit, alternating between quickly flicking the tip with my finger and deeply massaging it.  She stiffens, gathering herself.  For a moment I revel in my triumph.  This girl, this beautiful girl – mine! She is on the brink. I have conquered her, made her mine. My pride swells. Never have I felt like such a man!  

Her thighs clamp and she goes rigid.  I strive to maintain contact with her quivering clit, to continue to stimulate her, to wrench an earth-shaking climax from her delicate, desirable, oh-so-feminine body.  I wonder - what is going through her mind?  What images flash there?  Is she living the passion of her storybook characters?  Does she long for the satisfaction of my swollen cock in her quivering sheath?  She tenses more, then more..

And suddenly she clamps her thighs in a rigid lock, immobilizing my hand in a painful vise.  She begins to tremble and I hear a stifled “uuuuhhhhh!” as she buries her face in my arm.  For 10 heartbeats we remain locked together as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her body, until she slumps exhausted with a  sigh of contentment.

A deep satisfaction settles over me.  I feel completed.  As I gently extract my odiferous hand from under her skirt I lock eyes with the old Vietnamese lady sitting next to us!  I freeze, horrified at my indiscretion, but as we look at each other a twinkling smile breaks through her wrinkled face and she closes her eyes and drifts back to sleep. 

But not before I notice her hand clamped firmly between her thighs.

 

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Boarding School

The sun was burning down as I hiked up the mountain to the dorm. Of course I could have taken a taxi, but I was too stingy for that. The fact that my father provided me with a lot of money did not mean that I had to throw it out of the window with both hands. I admit that I underestimated the mountain. from below, the path did not look as steep as it felt now. My legs hurt. But if I have learned one thing, then that there is no such thing as weakness here in Japan. We lived here long enough. At...

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Boarding School

The thoughts in Jeff's mind drift about as he rides in the backseat of a black luxury sedan that is taking him to what will be his home for the next nine months. He thinks about about his old high school and the friends he'll no longer be having classes with and driving around town together. He will no longer be apart of the Jaguars soccer and track teams. Then his thoughts settle on his parents and turn angry at the notion of them deciding to send him to a boarding school before the start of...

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Boarding School For Girls Affair

My name is Katherine Jenkins, an eighteen-year old at boarding school. But I wasn't like any other girl my age. I was born with a rare disorder where I had both male and female parts called a hermaphrodite. I had breasts of a woman but had male parts. My parents sent me off to boarding school so I wouldn't get bullied because of what I was born with. At first it bothered me a bit, but now, I have gotten used to it. One day, I was sitting in the girls' changing room, and the prettiest girl I had...

Trans
3 years ago
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Boarding with Jim at New Outlooks

This is a story for those who enjoy reading about forced hormonal feminization, not just guys dressing up in female clothes. It tells what happens when two young boys are send to a unique school where--much to the younger one's surprise--they undergo special physical and hormonal treatment programs. The younger one is given female hormones (against his knowledge, untl it is too late), his roommate is given male hormones that turn him into a super masculine stud, with predictable...

3 years ago
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Boarding school punished for passing notes

My high-school was fantastic. It was a boarding school with allowed physical punishment. The punishment was mostly more humiliation and public shame with which they tried to make us behave properly and learn. I never had problems with learning and grades but I did stuff on purpose to get punished.The boarding school was relatively close to our home and I was at home on weekends. They had loose rules on uniforms which can be broken down to "girls wear skirts and shirts but still decent". This is...

1 year ago
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Boarding School Discipline Diary

BOARDING SCHOOL DISCIPLINE DIARYPart OneChapter One? A girls’ first visit to the Headmaster‘Swish? Thwack!’?Oomph!?The crisp pain rips through her bare breast startling her, the thickness of the tightly wrapped cloth-eye mask keeping her in virtual darkness as a welt instantly rises across the flattened mound.  Her dreaded punishment’s begun.‘Thwack!’?Aaaggghhh!?More piercing pain, her other breast flattening, enveloping the flexing bamboo shunt as she twists, jerks at her bindings, grunts...

2 years ago
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Boarding School EncounterChapter 3 Tabitha Molested by Henriettarsquos Pussy Tentacles

Tabitha screamed. I screamed. My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much. I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha’s head and flaming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my friend’s skin, the soft waves...

4 years ago
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Boarding School EncounterChapter 5 Henrietta Buggered by the Headmistress

“What were you and Peony doing in the bath?” Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from last night into the laundry basket in our shared room. Mine followed. We stood naked in our small room, my feet dancing on the cold floorboards and my teeth chattering. It was so warm in the bath and so cold in here. It turned out that the girls of our dorm had our own Roman style bath, a large pool of piped up spring water. While our school lacked electricity, it had plumbing. The water was so...

1 year ago
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Boarding School Sex TrainingChapter 1

This story is collaboration between Lady Dreamer and Powerone. Copyrighted 2002. It is a story of the coercion of a young lady, Rachel, to fulfill the sexual desires of her older Guardian. In order to gain the inheritance that is rightfully hers, she must consent to be trained by the Headmaster to service her Guardian. She will be taught to experience pleasure against her own will and to give pleasure against her will. She will be trained in all the perversions of the flesh. Powerone can be...

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2 years ago
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Boarding House Part 3

An entire week passed since that evening. Kim had gotten a job at a local dinner. She also met a guy who asked her out to dinner Saturday night. Also, Mini announced that another boarder was moving into the house in the next few days. However, the entire time Kim could not stop thinking about that night with her dream man, who was not just in her dreams, and how he took her virginity. As the days passed Kim could feel herself getting hornier than the day before, and nothing she did would ease...

1 year ago
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Boarding School Encounter 08 Miss Marilynns Tentacles Molests the School

Chapter Eight: Miss Marilynn's Tentacles Molests the School By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “I think we can all agree that was a most stimulating lesson,” Miss Erma, our Latin teacher, said to the class. I nodded my head, my body still trembling after the orgy of flesh we had. My four tentacles had known every girl in the class, pumping in and out of their tight pussies and giving them such effervescent flutters of pleasure. But now we were all decently dressed again in our school...

4 years ago
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Boarding School Encounter 07 Henriettas Pussy Tentacles Molests Her Class

Chapter Seven: Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles Molests Her Class By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “Answer me, Miss Henrietta,” panted my Latin teacher, Miss Erma. She stepped back from the desk. I lay stretched over it, my ass burning from the spanking she gave me, my small breasts rubbing naked into the desk. Why does she have tentacles? I heard her thoughts echo in my head, one of my new powers since I met Merita, the lesbian alien. And out of her cunny? I was naked, along with my new...

3 years ago
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Boarding School Encounter 02 Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien

Chapter Two: Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “...henrietta...” The faint voice called to me as I floated through darkness. It was feminine, familiar. “...henrietta...” The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the void. I tried to move my body, but I didn't have one. That should frighten me, but it didn't. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening. “...henrietta...” I was at Kensington Boarding...

2 years ago
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Boarding School Encounter 01 Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien

Chapter One: Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her tiny space shift. She manipulated the controls with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned. “I'm going to crash,” she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet panic pulsed beneath her skin. She...

3 years ago
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boarding school for loving boys chapter 6

“I don’t give a crap. It’s a story. We don’t get paid for this, so crawl back into your hole if you don’t like my stories. Subject: Boarding school for loving boy’s chapter 6 Copyright: 2010 Not to be changed or copied without the owners consent. Gay: Young friends Story line: This story contains sexual contact between consenting boys and teens, love is also involved. Do not read this story if you are under 18 and it’s against your laws to read it. I did not bend your...

2 years ago
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boarding school for loving boys chapter 5

grammar so don’t start moaning about my story, if you don’t like it then leave. Subject: Boarding school for loving boy’s chapter 5 gay young friends Copyright: 2011 not to be copied or changed without the owner’s consent so ask me first. This story contains sexual matter between young boys and teens, if you are under 18 and reading this then go find something else to read as you will get into trouble. Chapter 5 *FAMILY DAY PICNIC* Boys in...

2 years ago
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Boarding School Punished by Matron 2

Matron has again written an account of my punishment which I have to publish without any changes or I will suffer. As before I have to explain the background and nothing else. My name is Adam and I am nearly 17 years old. I am quite fit and enjoy most sports. I have been at this boarding school now for just over one week (Matron told me not to identify the school).  I got off on the wrong foot with my form teacher, Mr. Bradley and he sent me to Matron to be punished on day one. I annoyed him...

Spanking
2 years ago
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Boarding School Punished by Matron and her Friend

Matron has written her account of my punishment and told me to post it without any changes or she will punish me again. She instructed me to explain the background and nothing else. My name is Adam and I am nearly 17 years old. I am quite fit and enjoy most sports. This is my first day at Boarding School (Matron told me not to say which). When my parents brought me here the headmaster told them that discipline was very strict which they were happy to sign up for as they thought it would be good...

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Boarding School initiation

I was sent to a boarding school in Yorkshire when I was 13. I was sexually innocent and although I got regular erections I had never ejaculated and knew very little about it. The school house I was in had a dormitory with four corridors radiating from a central hallway with washrooms. Each corridor was separated into cubicles by wooden partitions, which gave some privacy although there was an opening in the top half of the door so that prefects and masters could check on us during the night....

4 years ago
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Boarding School Humiliation

This story is loosely based on a real incident happened to me in my school days. A story of how desperate we boys (we all were 18 a or above 18 at that point )get for sex where no porn or a female body is available and how power turns someone into something they never even imagined. I was an introvert and suddenly getting an admission in a hostel really changed me now I didn’t have any alone time, after all, I use to watch porn a lot and by a lot I really mean a lot but now with no phone strict...

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2 years ago
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Boarding School and Wedding night exploits

Reading the newspapers I see as each year passes, women of all ages are coming to the fore, regarding their sexual habits.In schools, young and attractive female teachers are having sex with boys and girls, their sexual urges eclipsing their moral standing.Of course as a girl myself, we knew this from day one, we are horny buggers and love a good rodgering, and giving a good blow-job, it's society that tries to make us what we are not.In boarding school, we cut favors with staff, in return for...

2 years ago
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Boarding School Sex Training

Boarding School Sex Training Chapter 10 Rachel's New Life Copyright 2005 by Powerone Rachel sat in her room remembering what had transpired yesterday. It wasspring break and this was the first time she was alone with Stephen since theagreement, Headmaster Michael was always around before. She thought about heragreement, three years of being sexually available to Stephen in exchange fora million dollar inheritance. Actually it was only two years and nine monthsnow. A lot had happened since that...

3 years ago
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Boarding School Rapists

Megan had been here only four days and already she was homesick. It hadn't been her idea to come to a boarding school in Europe, but with her diplomat father sent to the Middle East and her mother dead there was little real alternative. Still, things here were so much different than at home. The girls seemed far more mature, more sophisticated. Not only that but, in this all girl school, there seemed to be a strange acceptance of lesbianism. Megan had seen a number of girls holding hands,...

2 years ago
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Boarding School EncounterChapter 2 Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien

“ ... henrietta...” The faint voice called to me as I floated through darkness. It was feminine, familiar. “ ... henrietta...” The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the void. I tried to move my body, but I didn’t have one. That should frighten me, but it didn’t. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening. “ ... henrietta...” I was at Kensington Boarding School overwhelmed by all the strange, new sensations. My thoughts darted from Nurse Paige’s...

3 years ago
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Boarding School EncounterChapter 8 Miss Marilynnrsquos Tentacles Molest the School

“I think we can all agree that was a most stimulating lesson,” Miss Erma, our Latin teacher, said to the class. I nodded my head, my body still trembling after the orgy of flesh we had. My four tentacles had known every girl in the class, pumping in and out of their tight pussies and giving them such effervescent flutters of pleasure. But now we were all decently dressed again in our school uniforms—dark-gray skirts, white blouses, camisole and petticoats beneath, stockings, and our heeled...

2 years ago
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Boarding School EncounterChapter 9 Henrietta Molested by the Nanites

My heart beat in fear as Peony, one of my new friends, had a metallic tentacle jutting from beneath her gray skirt of her school uniform. It was similar to the purple tentacles undulating from my pussy, except it was made of segmented metal, the end bulbous and smooth. It lunged for me while Merita, the alien possessing me, screamed a warning in my mouth. “Connect,” all the women who had invaded the classroom said in unison, their feminine voices curiously flat, reminding me of the voice in...

1 year ago
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Boarding House Bliss 01

Larry was a 21 year old student and an avid porn lover. He spent hours on end on the net downloading porn series after porn series as well as sex stories. The only thing he used his computer for that could rival the playing of games, was watching and reading these files while slowly masturbating in the privacy of his room. He lived in a boarding house for students close to the night spots of town. One holiday Larry had the house all to himself. The other students were all home for the vacation...

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Boarding the Swede

By the time we hurried back up the steps and closed the heavy front door, Joan Suede and me, we was both shivering, teeth chattering, arms flapping, feet numb. She turned, smiled kind of crooked like, reached up toward my floppy hat, pulled my head down with both hands and kissed me, full on the mouth. Surprised the hell out of me. She tasted something wonderful; cinnamon, roses, pine nuts, sassafrass. Damn if I know, exciting. I could feel her young breasts pressing on my chest, and she...

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THE OVERPASS

My wife and I went to a party at some friends of ours house .Which was a treat as we have children so time alone is a cherished thing. We were having a blast drinking and laughing at all that was going on as everyone there was pretty lit.Well after a few hours of this we decided we'd better get home because it was almost an hour and a half drive. We had stopped on the way to the party at the package store and got a couple of bottles of wine on the way there. Just in case our friends didn't have...

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Boarding House Part 2

Kim had run away from that life to escape being married off to some old man that just wanted a virgin wife and would pay her parents handsomely for her, just like her four older sisters. Shaking the memories from her thoughts Kim figured she could just start her day early. Taking a cleansing shower and putting on the clothes she had hung to dry the night before she was ready to meet the day. After breakfast she set to work fixing her resume and searching the want ads. At lunch she talked to...

2 years ago
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Boarding House Part 1

Pushing her blonde hair from her heart shaped face she began walking. Kim’s boots clicked on the pavement as she looked around. It was already eight o’clock and everyone seemed to have hunkered into their homes for the evening. Her phone flashed that she had reached her destination. She stood in front of a beautifully restored three-story house. The front porch light was on and she could see that a few people might still be awake. Quickly she approached the front door and rang the bell. It...

2 years ago
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Boarding Troubles Pt 1

It’s supposed to be the best years of your life but my first year of University started off rough. I was disowned by my family. They didn’t understand my desire to go to school for the arts. My father said that majoring in English Literature meant nothing. I could already read so why pay thousands of dollars to get a piece of paper that said I could. They wanted me to settle down, find a man that could help my father out with his plumbing business but I was determined to go. They said they...

1 year ago
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Boarding school and different lessons

One night we were doing it in bed after lights out and we got caught by the dorm mistress. We were taken to her room and made stand in front of her naked, thats how we were when she caught us. It was most embarrassing and she made us tell her why we were doing what we were and how often had we done it together and had we done it with any other girl. We both assured he we had only done it together and knew of no girls who would do that with us. She asked how many masturbate and we said...

4 years ago
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Boarding school1

I never had him again, I left for my vacation. I hope and wish he read this story and try to contact me... I am still looking for him or someone who can rift of my ass with bigger cock than his.......

2 years ago
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Boarding School Ch 04

I left David at the front door as I made a beeline for my laptop that had been set up on the work desk in a corner of the bedroom. I sat at the surprisingly comfortable desk chair and turned the machine on. Computers had always been a favorite hobby of mine (that is, other than sex) and it was no problem hacking into St. Cromson’s files. I found the area containing confidential information on the students and sent it over to Mike, highlighting everything pertaining to Kiba Shinjo and the other...

3 years ago
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Boarding School Ch 03

My formal greeting to my father—a greeting any servant would give their master—was rewarded with nothing more than his nod of acknowledgment. But that small, seemingly inconsequential motion, meant more to me that what others would see. I love my father, respect him, and so whenever we were in the public’s eye—especially like those of the Elders’ class or other Purebreeds—I do all I can to keep his reputation up. I act the humble daughter, in reverence to his power and status. He treats me as...

4 years ago
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Boarding School Ch 02

It was the middle of the night, so school was in session. The limo driver on the other side of the tinted partition remained patiently in his seat for instructions. I stared out at the massive building, not feeling at all gun-ho about being a student here. ‘Your meeting with the Dean is scheduled in five minutes, Mistress.’ The deep rumble belonged to my bodyguard. My father always insisted on them, despite the power I wielded to fend for myself if any threat arose. This particular suite was...

2 years ago
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boarding school detention

‘girls, you have been sent to my classroom as you obviously have no regard for the rules, i mean look at the way you are dressed? do you like looking like prostitutes? do you like arousing the other pupils? do you?’ snapped miss woode. the three girls hung their heads in shame. they were all wearing tartain miniskirts and white see through blouses with no bras, stockings held up with garters (which were on full display) and lacy underwear. ‘if youlike looking like prostitutes so much, then i am...

2 years ago
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Boarding School Punished by Matron 3

If you’ve read part 2 you’ll know that Matron invited the head girl, Rosie Saunders, to witness my punishment. This was very embarrassing, which is exactly what Matron intended. I had been naked in front of the head girl and she’d seen me caned and then seen Matron spank my cock because I had an erection. A week or so later I went into the library and as I turned a corner I bumped into Rosie. I went red and she went scarlet, remembering the last time she’d seen me. In a way, this mutual...

Spanking
4 years ago
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Boarding School

Sumnima Rai, a young and beautiful Nepalese girl was standing at the doors of what was to be her home for the next couple of months. It was barely her first day, yet her friend Garima had shown her around the grounds already. She knew it was going to be tough living away from home. Was she ready though? Sumnima herself was always considered among the most attractive girls. Very petite, short and slim, with a cute barely-visible butt, fairly long slender legs, raven-black hair going down to her...

Teen
4 years ago
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Boarding School

Requests - Catholic Girls "And none of their mamas ever seem to knowHip-Hip-HoorayFor all the class they showThere's nothing like a Catholic Girl" - Frank Zappa Yes, I went to one. I HAVE mentioned it a few times in stories, as "back story". A straw poll of my readers showed that they wanted to know more. I BET you do, you dirty fucking PERVERTS !! LOL !!Okay, I will be as candid as I can be. I will admit I occasionally blush scarlet when I reminisce about those sweaty trysts with...

4 years ago
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Boarding House With Foreign Students 8211 Part VI

“How you will go to airport….Let me ask principle to arrange you to go to airport” He said “okay…its kind of you” Then i arranged…with some one to take him to airport….Then he said goodbye to me and abdul…and went to airport…. As soon as i enter in my room…..Abdul jump on me from my back…and said “i miss you sir…it was boring …when i went there…. Always remembering you…..You are my number one..Sir” I can feel his cock at my back….And he is massaging on my ass….I went in and locked the door...

Gay Male
1 year ago
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Boarding House With Foreign Students 8211 Part V

CONTINUED FROM PART 4… “Now is the time to go to their camp…..and tomorrow we will go to another place closour to our college….now get going to sleep” Every one goes to their Camps…I then took Mahboob and went to see all the Camps ARE PROPERLY LOCKED….then Mahboob went to his Camp where Daniel is waiting for him….and I went to my camp….where Raheel is waiting for me. THEN…OKAY WE ARE IN NEXT PART……. So I went in my Camp….where Raheel…already goes to bed….and starts snoring….so I locked...

Gay Male
4 years ago
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Boarding House With Foreign Students 8211 Part IV

Continued from part3.. Nothing sir…..”lets go to bed i am very sleepy… we will talk while sleeping…” “Okay sir..What happened …when i slept with this big boy…adrian..He always…bothering me…some times he hold my dick…some he said…he like to kiss …me and sometime….He on top and try his cock to enter in my covered ass…he always….Holding my cock…and sometimes…sucking….And also he take my hand to his black big cock…and told me to suck…but i never suck his cock…. Then he is keep saying scotty…i...

Gay Male
1 year ago
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Boarding House With Foreign Students 8211 Part III

…Continued from part2.. …. Every one happy…i told them that“Each day i will change the sleeping partners….Okay” Every one said“Okay” So after dinner…we went to walk surrounding around lake…then..We start back to our campsites. Then what happenFor this my friend…read my third part….More fun Trying every one Mahboob also very happy. So every one set as i arranged….But i can see chirillo face…who was not so happy…i know the reason….But that i decided….So every one has to obey. I thought let...

Gay Male
4 years ago
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Boarding House With Foreign Students 8211 Part II

Contd from part1.. “Come in chirillo…inside…we talk here” He came inside…but i noticed that his eyes are on my hard on…and also saw smile on his face…..Chirillo then came inside and sit besides me…where i was watching tv…..He said “Sir you have nice big tv…and i can see you have vcr also….Its good to pass and entertain yourself…can i come to watch some tv…if you don’t mind” I said “sure you can come…..But i am curious what brings you to my room….Any trouble….Or scared…or anything….Tell me” He...

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