Welcome to St. Martin's

[Moonbright]

Miss Kensington kissed her gently then softly began to stroke her hair, twiddling with her pigtails, carefully un-plaiting it as she spoke softly.

"Oh how I envy you sweet Ingrid. If you knew how lucky you are to have your entire life infront of you to mould as you please... we are the creators of our own destiny child, never forget that. Life is what you create... we are so powerful as women, and yet..." her voice trailed off, seemingly in a world of her own as she remembered the parts of her soul she had given up to get where she wanted to be.

The girls hair now unplaited, Miss Kensington began to run her fingers through it, spreading the golden tresses about her shoulders.

"You look so pretty with your hair down child. " Ingrid snuggled into her breasts as Miss kissed the top of her head. Her arms caressing her neck and sliding under the collar to flutter tender hands over her shoulders and upper chest.

"Would you like me to teach you Ingrid? You see here at St. Martins the male staff like to take special care of their girls, there will be men who will want to hold you like this sweetie, to take care of you. But I am afraid for you child, afraid you won't know what to expect" and she fluttered her hand over the girls blouse, brushing her breasts with her finger tips.

"I'll take care of you sweetie, don't worry about a thing"

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Jonathan Windsor

Jonathan watched as Amanda cleaned up the joy of watching his sensual companion dress was almost equal to the joy of watching this rare beauty strip for him. She was sensuality personified and he knew well she, when she put her mind to it could seduce the pope himself.

He was pleased that she had also recognized the potential threat that Monique Chandlers presented, that proud young Miss would certainly have to be brought into line. He toyed with the idea of how to accomplish it then his mind drifted back to Frank the grounds keeper and handy man. Perhaps it was time to include him in the little circle of staff that so enjoyed the young vibrant students special charms. He licked on the intercom.

“Please have Frank meet me tomorrow morning as I wish to go over some matters with him.”

Yes Frank may be just the man to humble the young Moni. That taken care of Dr. Jonathan Windsor dressed in his formal attire as Dean of St Martian’s the long silk gown that hung to mid calve, the soft mortar cape in the “English” style trimmed in fur. The gold chain of his office and he strolled over to the tea very much looking forward to his first meeting with the luscious Ingrid.

He knew that Ms. Kensington would have by now awakened the young beauty’s innocent sexuality, and he smiled at the thought of this the newest of St Martians students naked and helpless. He would be beginning this very evening young Ingrid’s education in the ways to please a man, with a little help from the drugs she would be given, and her own youthful sexual needs. He always delighted in the seduction of young innocent flesh and Ingrid had defiantly caught his attention.

 

[Paendragon]

James Marcus Dean

He looked from one to the other. Elisabeth stood there with her eyes tightly shut, no doubt seeing her academic career flashing through her eyes, and Moni had the slightly glassy-eyed gaze that was a dead giveaway that the effects marijuana were well on their way to having their way with her mental faculties.

Excellent..

"You ladies know it quite a serious offense to have drugs on school property."

Moni opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.

"Don't bother denying it. I know the smell well enough to know what it is." Hell, he'd done enough of it in his life to be able to write a dissertation, but they need not know that.

"Now where is it." He held out his hand expectanttly, but neither girl moved. He stepped closer to Moni, and looked down at her. "Not going to tell me?" His eyes scanned the room. "Now where would you put it, so that I wouldn't find it..."

His eyes came to rest back on her. "You opened the door quickly, with means that it would be somplace easily accessible." He grinned, and his eyes slipped down her body. "You do know how serious this is, correct? You're both adults now... and there is the case of the pledge, both you and your parents signed upon entering St. Martin's. The one about upholding the purity and virtue of the school? The one that requires you to forgo any activities that would ruin it's good name?" He stepped closer. "You know the penalty for what you've done? I think you do..."

He could see a slightly lumpy bulge in her shirt, and knew excactly were the weed was. The key was not to overplay his hand. He reached out his hand, and rested it on her hip, her sharp indrawn breath giving away her unease. He slid his hand upward slowly, over her flat stomach. "Now, I could be lenient... and this could be kept between us. But only if you start cooperating." His hand slipped higher, until he could feel the bottom of her bra under her shirt. Then he stopped, and rubbed his thumb along the baggy hidden there.

"Give me what I want, young lady...."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Harrington

Elizabeth struggled upright, sitting primly on the bed as Professor Dean began to speak.

"You ladies know it quite a serious offense to have drugs on school property.
Don't bother denying it. I know the smell well enough to know what it is.
Now where is it."

Elizabeth saw him hold out his hand.
Her eyes flew to Moni's.
What were they going to do?
She felt an admiration for the girl as she stood her ground.
She saw his eyes move to hers and pulled her eyes away guiltily looking at the floor.

"Not going to tell me?
Now where would you put it, so that I wouldn't find it..."

He didn't sound angry, but ...

"You opened the door quickly, with means that it would be somplace easily accessible."

She glanced up at Moni, but neither girl spoke.

"You do know how serious this is, correct? You're both adults now... and there is the case of the pledge, both you and your parents signed upon entering St. Martin's.
The one about upholding the purity and virtue of the school?
The one that requires you to forgo any activities that would ruin it's good name?
You know the penalty for what you've done? I think you do..."

Elizabeth's hilarity was rapidly wearing off.
She had no idea of the penalties for such things.
Her head snapped round as she heard Moni gasp.

Professor Dean had laid his hands on Moni.
He must have guessed!
Why else would he touch her like that?

"Now, I could be lenient... and this could be kept between us. But only if you start cooperating.
Give me what I want, young lady...."

Elizabeth did not know what to do.
She had to help her friend, but how?
She looked urgently at Moni wondering how she would react.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

"I'll take care of you sweetie, don't worry about a thing"

Misses hands are so soft and delicate, as I rest my head on her bosom and enjoy the feeling as sh gently undoes my plaits, just like mama used to do when I was young. My hair feels long and heavy now on my back and shoulders as she runs her fingers through it.

I can hear her heart beat in her chest as she strokes me, her fingers running under the collar of my stiff white blouse, touching my skin and making it tingle.

I am sure she just stroked my front.

My breasts are pulled in by a tight, ribbed vest, mama made me were it, I think she thinks they are too big, but I still look like I may burst from a blouse which has not fit me for the last year or so.

Her touch is so nice, strange that she should stroke me in this way,

naughty Ingrid, this is naughty, what would papa say

but I do not want her to stop, I have been so scared and lonely, I feel I have made a friend as I let my face rest on her chest and listen as her heart beats a little faster.

I don't understand most of the things she is saying, about men and teaching me. But I love the sound of her voice, I,m sure it will be alright.

My hands are still now, resting in my lap, I can feel my bare leg, but do not spoil the moment by reaching for the hem of my skirt to pull it back down.

Looking down past the swell of her breast I can see that Misses skirt has pulled up a little and I think I can see where her stockings end, just a glimpse of bare, pale skin and I find it strangely exciting to see. I have never seen a woman in stockings before.

I am a little nervous of the uniform, perhaps Miss will help me dress when the time comes, I feel so out of place in this little girls short skirt blouse, but she said to keep them on for some reason

 

[Sweetp4u]

Moni

"Give me what I want, young lady...." His voice was threatening but his manner was something else. I eyed him up a silent moment before smiling a little.

I took his hand in my own and pushed it higher, the baggy resting between my breasts, I put his hand directly on my tit.
"Is this what you want Professor?" His fingers tips had to feel the baggy, but I did not back down.

This school was known by all inside, just how un-pure this hole was. I eyed Eilzabeth and gave her a little reassuring smile, but it wasn't enough really. Professor Dean held the upper hand here, and he was only too happy to be aware of this.

"If I said I was sorry, would that be enough Professor? And of course.. handed over what you want." I spoke softly, not wishing to anger the man any further. I did try and look thuroughly chastized but failed miserably in that endeavor.

"What will it take Professor Dean? What does a young lady like myself have to do to earn forgiveness?" I was playing with fire, but I would be damned if he was going to try and hold something over MY head! I had enough material on the staff of this school, save a few, to shut it down.. Dean knew it, but he also knew I didn't want daddy knowing about my little 'fun time' either.

Chewing on my lip, I knew I was trapped here. Double damn!

 

[Moonbright]

Miss Kensington & Ingrid

An unexpected gasp from Ingrid as Miss brushed her hand over her breast told her what she wanted to hear.

“Lets get you out of these clothes sweetie, you’ll feel better if we dress you like the other girls” and she began to unbutton the girls shirt then slowly eased it over her shoulders her hands fluttering over her soft white skin.

“Are you wearing stockings sweetie?” and she slid her hand up Ingrid’s thigh to find out. Her flesh was so soft and warm, and she held her hand there longer than was necessary.

“We should get you some stockings darling, like mine, would you like that? We could go shopping together.” Miss spoke softly as she lifted her own skirt further to show her stocking tops to Ingrid.

Looking at the girls face she detected slight hurt at Miss removing her hands so she took the girl in her arms once more and purred to her “I’m here Ingrid, I’ll always be here for you” and her hands crossed over the girls back lifting the vest high up to her armpits and caressing the skin that had been concealed. She expertly moved her hands around to the front to cup Ingrid’s breast in her hand, acutely aware that Ingrid’s heart had doubled in speed and her breathing had become laboured.

“Do they hold you like this at home child? Does your Daddy, or your Brother…” Miss stopped as Ingrid’s big blue eyes looked up at her imploring her not to stop. She wiped a tear away at the girls obvious confusion and brought her lips down irresistibly on Ingrid’s. So soft, so warm, so… yielding. Miss gently lowered her to the bed whispering,

“It’s ok Ingrid, this is ok, everything’s ok” and she kissed her again, her hand moving down from her breast to her thigh. Snaking higher, Miss Kensington’s fingers sought out the girls panties and crawled over her mound. Slipping inside of the waistband she gently pulled it down until Ingrid’s panties were across the girls thighs. Miss Kensington’s far leg came over to hold Ingrid’s closest thigh in place, and her hand pushed Ingrid’s far thigh away from her causing her panties to pull taut. Still gently kissing and whispering to the girl her fingers fluttered up again seeking out the moist virgin delights that had been thus far hidden from the world.

Light feathery touches over her labia, Miss continued to flutter until she felt Ingrid voluntarily open her legs wider then she gently slipped one finger into her moist inner lips, stroking the pure hidden flesh as she felt Ingrid shudder.

“Oh Miss!”

“Oh Ingrid… sweet Ingrid” panted Miss Kensington. This was turning out to be quite an afternoon

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

It is as if she has read my thoughts as her fingers moved to my buttons, but I had not expected her to undress me herself, but I feel unable to question her as she so quickly loosens the buttons and pushes the blouse from my shoulders.

“Lets get you out of these clothes sweetie, you’ll feel better if we dress you like the other girls” I feel so like a child with my tight white vest on as she looks at me, what must she think.

“Are you wearing stockings sweetie?”

"Oh, no Miss, I.."

Her hand! so cool on the soft secret skin of my thigh! My tummy tightens with the feeling and my mouth opens, but no words escape, just a soft intake of breath.

My eyes are downcast as she touches me then she is gone and I see her lift her skirt up a little and I see her perfect white thighs and the lacy tops of her stockings.

“We should get you some stockings darling, like mine, would you like that? We could go shopping together.”

I am back in her arms again, and she has lifted my tight vest, like my mother used to do, and my breasts are free, cool air on my nipples as I feel her hand close around my soft flesh. They feel so large and swollen springing out from under my vest, the material pushed into my armpits,

daddy no, daddy you musn't, "its alright Ingrid, daddys just needs to squeeze a little, our secret" oh daddy

“Do they hold you like this at home child? Does your Daddy, or your Brother…”

She can read my mind! no one knows about that! Mama started making me wear the tight vest just after, but I am sure she did not know that he had touched me, cupped my growing breasts.

My head is spinning as I feel her lips on mine, a tear on my cheek as I feel her laying me back on the bed, one hand cupping my face as the hand on my breast moves to my legs, my thighs..

tugging pulling on my panties, as I struggle to stop him, "let go ingrid Daddy needs to see" "No, no, mama help" as I stop him pulling them down, my breasts wobbling in the candle light, white nighty opened to my waist.

But I do not stop Miss, I lay back as she pulls my panties down, feel the smothness of her legs as she uses her knee to hold my leg down and then her hand on my kneee and opens my thighs till feel the tightness of the waistband cut into my thighs.

wetness on my bare tummy, hot splashing wet as we struggle, then he is gone, "say nothing girl" and I sit there a long time, stickyness on my thighs and in the newly grown forest of blond curls, my panties off my bottom

But I do not stop Miss, I allow my legs to fall open, allow her hand to, her fingers to, to touch me there.

"Oh Miss" I gasp into her face as her mouth lifts slightly from mine and our eyes lock

 

[Paendragon]

James Marcus Dean

Marcus smiled at her invitation.

She knows just how to play the game. Excellent

He knew all about her, of course, from his peers. SOmehow, the risk only made it more interesting. Still, he would have to watch out for her. Plus, she looked so damned enticing, standing there, chewing her lips, with his hand on her breast.

Marcus slid his fingers over her breast, until he could feel her nipple start to harden under his fingers slightly. He pinched it, lightly. His cock lurched, slightly, in his pants.

"Let's dispense with the games, my dear," he leaned in and whispered, too low for the young Englishwoman to hear. "You know exactly what I want... let's take this elsewhere, shall we?"

He removed his hand from Moni, and turned to look at Elizabeth.

"I'll be taking your friend, here, for questioning. You are to remain here, until I send for you."

Elizabeth nodded, slightly, still looking a bit off, with her glassy eyes, and the slight sway showing that her equilibrium was just a bit off.

"Excellent. Come with me, my dear." He turned and gestured to Moni, who looked at Elizabeth somehat uncertainly, before visibly stiffening her spine, and leading the way out of the room. He followed her closely, his papers still grasped in his hands, until she stopped before her own doorway, and entered, with out so much as looking back at him. She was trying to act as if this was all perfectly normal, and as if she was the one in control.

He smiled. No... you're not nearly as sure of yourself as you'd like to project, are you, Dear Moni

She turned toward him, ad stood, with her head held high. Marcus grinned at her, and moved closer, dropping the papers on the desk.

"The truth is... I've wanted this for quite some time. And from the looks I've seen, so have you, my dear."

He placed his hands on her waist, and slowly slid them upward, until one hand lay on her breast again, rubbing the nipple though the shirt - a nipple which hardened even further, he noted with some satisfaction - and his other hand cupped her face, his thumb running over her full lips.

Usually, he took things much slower, but his bout with Amanda had only whetted his appetite. Still...

"Now why don't you show me what you've learned here at St. Martin's... what kind of deal are you looking for, My Dear?."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Moni

I cocked a shapely brow at him and folded my arms under my breasts.

"You wish to bargain this way.. you have to work for it." I smirked a little, I had no fear of him. True, I wanted him silenced, but I wasn't some slut to be used and disgarded so lightly either.

"What I can do for you?" My eyes raked over him, from head to toe a moment before I relaxed my stance. Watching him closely, I began to shed my school uniform. My fingers deftly working over the buttons, parted the top and revealed a lacey little number from victoria's garden. Pulling off the shirt and sweater as well I stood still a moment and let him look over my breasts.

"Question is Professor not what I can do for you.. but how badly you burn to shove your dick inside me and cum til your toes curl. How badly you want to put little miss-rich girl in her place.." I taunted him sweetly, smiling the entire time.

My hand shot out without warning and cupped his cock. "Not bad.. Not bad at all... Can you use it? Can you fuck me til I beg for more? Can you make me scream professor Dean?" I stepped to him, knowing that he wanted the upper hand as much as I did. This should be an interesting battle?

Perhaps I should play innocent and frightened? I laughed softly to myself as my fingers inspected his lengthening cock.

"Perhaps another search to make sure you got it all?" I questioned, hinting at something more as I turned and placed my hands on my desk. Bending over, I pushed my ass out at him and smiled over my shoulder.

"You have yet to inspect my thong Professor.. What if I am hiding something even more addictive in there?" Either he'd flee or he'd fuck.. Ball was in his court and I was firmly challenging him.

 

[spiritual_love]

Claudia & Frank

Claudia watched carefully as he revealed himself. She noted how slowly, steadily he drew the boxers down, allowing her to get a full view of the muscles riddling his thighs, the sweet indentations along the curve of his ass. And that lovely thickness between his legs.

"All for me...Frank...." Claudia purred her words softly as she gazed upon the lovely creature before her. She couldn't help but feel the quickening between her own thighs. The rush of her pulse banging within her head as her arousal reached a crescendo. Fuck...she wanted him, but she wanted to play. It was all about the game. Who would win...better yet...who would lose? Or would there truly be a winner and loser?

Claudia resisted the urge to touch him, to give herself over to a pure lustful ravaging of his body. She continued to speak in her steady voice, betraying the desired ravishing pulsing within her loins, "Turn around for me, darling." Her voice had dropped into a husky whisper, "...now..."

 

[Moonbright]

Miss Kensington & Ingrid

Miss Kensington’s mouth came down hard, her breath hot on Ingrid’s soft open mouth, coaxing the girls tongue to dance with hers. She kissed her feverishly as one hand cupped the back of the girls neck while the other rubbed her soft, now very wet, virgin petals.

Oh this is just too sweet…

Miss’ index finger sought out her tight little virginal entrance and softly inserted her finger. A gasp from Ingrid and a moan from Miss as she twisted her finger probing only an inch in the girls delightful vagina.

She worked her finger in and out, each time probing deeper until she was in her to the second knuckle, her thumb sought out the girls clitoris and began to circle it, rubbing gently.

Miss broke the kiss to gage the girls reaction, looking deeply into her eyes she was very pleased with what she saw and moved her hand from her neck down to cup her breast, first caressing, then kneading it, the plush soft flesh growing taut under her touch.

She felt the girl begin to shudder as her fingers worked feverishly in her vagina and on her clit and the girl gasped as her very first orgasm washed over her surprised body.

“That’s it child, let go, let it all go…”

Ingrid’s heart still thumping wildly she took the girls hand and moved it up her inner thigh, past her stocking tops and opened her legs to Ingrid. She moved Ingrid’s hand for her, showing her how to rub Miss’ juicy sex.

“Yes Ingrid, yes! Just like that…”

What a good little girl... Jonathan will be pleased.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

My head is spinning as Miss's mouth, hot and alive with her probing tounge envelops mine, it feels like I am falling forever as I feel the strange sensation in my body, in my sex hole, my cunny which feels on fire as I realise Miss has her finger inside me!

The feelings I had when daddy came to my room come flooding back

wet swollen lips, sicky wetness in my soft blond curls, adele saying it was papa cock, asking was it hard? did I see it? Mama saying I should tell no one, hide my body, not let a man see it again

I am brought back by the strangest sensation, I feel her moving her finger in and out, but also a pulsing feeling, like a light going on and off, as miss does something else to me down there, I can feel my legs opening wider, the elastic of my panties digging into my thighs as my hips seem to jerk on there own, pushing up into her hand.

Miss's lips braek from mine as she lifts her head and gazes at me, smiling, her eyes bright and her lips wet, my eyes follow hers as she lowers her eyes to my breasts, bulging out from the pushed up vest. I watch as she starts to squeeze and stroke them with her hand, feel her hot breath on them as she pants over me, and all the time my cunny is exploding onto her hand as it moves so fast between my open legs.

“That’s it child, let go, let it all go…”

Her voice comes from far away as I feel my body stiffen my thighs closing on her hand as my legs and body knife together like scissors, spasms in my tummy as the wildest feeling runs through me.

My breathing is rough and I can hear my own heart as her hand squeezes mine gently, I can feel wet on her fingers as she pulls my hand to her.

Miss is laying along side me, one leg raise as she guides my hand to the lacy top of her stocking and lets go, leaving my hand on the soft smooth skin as her own hand slips up to my chest and I smell the warm aroma of my own juice on her hand.

Carefull I let my hand caress higher up her thigh, I feel something even softer than her thigh, almost too soft to touch and I hold my fingers still, she has no panties on! I am touching her, her cunny!

I feel her move her hips, Miss is pushing herself onto my fingers, and I feel myself enter her.

"Oh Miss, its, your, it is so, so hot"

"Yes Ingrid, yes! Just like that…”

Miss lays back, lifting my body onto my side facing her as my fingers stroke her, she looks so beautiful, her skirt pulled high showing her bare cunny and pale thighs, spread open with my small hand, fingers outstretched entering her. Her head is on one side and I can feel her breath on the bare skin of my chest.

I am not sure how, but I will try to concentrate.

 

[Moonbright]

"Yes Ingrid, it's hot, very hot. You did that to me, you're a very good girl."

Miss Kensington Panted as Ingrid's little fingers explored her pussy, uncertainly at first which only added to the thrill of having this pretty young thing playing with her sex.

"That's it sweetie, now rub harder. Yes! That's it... oahh..."

Miss frantically pulled at her blouse buttons, becoming frustrated with trying to undo them, ripping her blouse apart causing the buttons to pop, pop, pop, flying in all directions. Pulling her bustier down to free her heaving bosom she laced her fingers through Ingrid’s soft golden hair and pulled her head down to rest on her bare breasts.

"Ahhh, sweet child..."

Miss Kensington felt her release building and thrust her sex deep onto Ingrid's hand as she bucked and thrashed wildly breathing out her own silent orgasm.

"ahhhh... Ingrid that was beautiful. You are beautiful..."

She held Ingrid softly as her breathing returned to normal, stroking her hair as her head lay on her breast.

Sitting up, she pulled Ingrid with her till they were sat, bare thighs and hips touching, both hands held Ingrid's as Miss' eyes wandered lower to enjoy the sight of the girls bare thighs, she raised them higher again to take in her beautiful breasts before speaking softly.

"Never forget the power you have Ingrid, the power to give pleasure. Nor your ability to receive it. You have a gift, and you may share it with whomever you choose. Forget about rules and what you should or should not do. You are a woman now, and as women we create our own rules." She smiled at the girl.

"Now let's get you dressed nicely, we have a tea to go to."

Miss Kensington stood and pulled her skirt down over her womanly hips and laughed as she saw her silk blouse all ripped, the buttons long gone.

"Oh dear Ingrid! Miss seems to be in a bit of a fix. I have to get a fresh blouse dear, before the corridor's are swarming. Why don't you wash yourself and put your new uniform on and I'll be back in five minutes to take you to tea. I'll get you some ribbons for your hair too... "

 

[Light Ice]

Frank

He heard a voice next door, unfamiliar...male....

Shit!

And yet he couldn't help himself, pull himself from her...so close...he's never been even spoken to before. He finds himself turning, on a heel, facing her...strong arms baring his weight as his palms rest on the window's sill...straddling either side of her. He leans close, stealing a kiss...savoring it, her...and the way her mouth worked so firmly against his own.

Her hands worked up between them, pushing their bodies apart...leaving the heat they had begun to build to rise up in the air and fade. Instead, he was left only with the warmth of his own desire...and it seemed enough for him. His cock, aching now...throbbing, rose up between them as an impressive column...the head nearly brushing against her, breaching the distance.

Frank watched her, as she smiled...as she moved..lifting her hands to trace the curves of her breasts, flicking the buttons of the blouse away and pulling it aside. She taunted him, freely...dropping a hand until her finger traced the thick length of his cock..

He barely heard her words, staring at the mounds of flesh that poured from her seemingly tiny bra...small compared to the treasures she had confined with the undergarment.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

Inside her felt like nothing I have ever touched, silky rather than wet, almost like touching nothing and yet alive and pulsing under my fingers. I can feel her muscles as she contract against my probing fingers, feel her swollen lips and a prominent sort of part, like mine but bigger and so slippery to touch.

I watch with eyes wide as Miss pulls frantically at her blouse, pushing down her underwear and pulling my face to her breasts, I bury my face in the wonderful soft perfumed valley as Miss thrusts onto my hand and fingers, her voice and breathing getting more and more excited. I must be doing it right and dare not stop, even though my arm and wrist are hurting.

Her heart sound like it will burst from her chest as she seems to finish with a long moan, clamping my aching arm with her thighs.

Quiet now as she loks at me, sitting facing, our bodies half dressed, her eyes on my legs, my blond curls and my breasts, her voice so kind and firm as she tells me what to do, and to wash and dress.

I want to touch her some more, feel her hands on my skin, taste her mouth, hold her breasts, but am scared to. So I sit as she leaves, look at myself in the mirror.

My breasts are bulging out from under my vest which is pulled up under my armpits, my skirt is around my waist and my panties are torn, when did that happen? one leg hangs limply just above my knee .

Touching my self, my cunny lips are swollen and open, just like that night with papa, but this time no shame, this time I can draw my finger along the opening and feel the tingle, the thrill.

But I must dress, so quickly strip, struggling with the tight vest over my head, and go to the sink to wash my body.

Then I dress in the long black skirt, I have no brassiere so I must just wear the blouse, I do not want to wear that vest again, so tight, the smooth white cotton feels so good on my aroused skin.

I hope Miss thinks I am dressed properly, but she will guide me when she returns.

 

[Moonbright]

Miss Kensington in a pickle

Amanda opened the door carefully and peeped out. Satisfied that there was no-one in the near vicinity she pulled her gaping blouse over her bust and ran for it.

Down the stairs, around the corner, into the corridor and… Shit. There were two senior girls coming towards her, chattering to each other. She quickly stepped backwards around the corner and backed against the wall, begging them to turn off the corridor. The chattering became louder as they walked towards the stairs… she held her breath…Yes! They had took the turn. She heaved a heavy sigh of relief then, waiting until she could barely hear them, bolted; like a horse from it’s stable.

Down the corridor and out of a side door she stopped to get her breath back, leaning against the wall inhaling the fresh air.

Looking at her watch Amanda spoke mentally to herself.

Okay. It‘s Ten to Three, if I run I can get to my quarters, get a new blouse, back to get Ingrid and still be on time for tea. It‘s pushing it… but I don’t have a choice. Can’t go to the first semester tea looking like a dog’s dinner.

Amanda Jane, you really make things difficult for yourself sometimes.

Oh shut up Mother.

It had to be done. Amanda took a deep breath, hitched up her skirt with both hands and she flew. The autumn winds whipped her hair up into a frenzy and the remains of her blouse flew back and up, her breasts bouncing. Shit, wish I’d fastened the bloody bustier. She knew the faster she ran the less chance she had of being spotted and so allowed her breasts to lead the way.

Legging it across campus towards the staff quarters, Amanda was almost half way there when she distantly spotted The Head strolling in her direction. “Holy Fuck! Jonathan!” Of all the people…

She practically screeched to a halt, did an about turn on her heel and… “Jeeeeeeezus!” Amanda went down (not for the first time today). Her blasted heel had become jammed in the cobbles.

She flew forward, twisting as her foot refused to budge and fell sideways, one leg flying out to knee herself in the chin knocking her head backwards leading the way for the rest of Miss Amanda Jane Kensington who landed in a crumpled heap in the middle of the grounds of St. Martin’s.

She cried out in pain as she hit the ground but gave herself no time to recover. The thought of Jonathan finding her in this state was more than she could bare.

She made do with a “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” as loud as she dared and desperately tried to wedge her heel out of the stones.

“Fuck!” It was stuck and Jonathan was gaining on her. She pulled at the laces which only served to pull them into a knot, so she half gingerly-half desperately stood up and yanked her foot out of the shoe and left it captive.

Talk about Cinderella

Damn heel was broken anyway.

Oh shit! He must be able to see me now. She hoped she would be mistaken for one of the girls.

Amanda brought the power of her legs into play once more. Unfortunately, her thorough-bred sprint was now more of a lame gallop and her bosom bounced painfully on her chest.

Galloping back into the school building she collapsed breathless against the inside of the door she had slammed behind her. Grabbing and rubbing her aching breasts she bent forward to rub her throbbing ankle cursing to herself.

Stupid, stupid, Amanda. What am I doing?

Okay. Think. Think woman!

She stood there, still panting and considered her limited options. Then it hit her.

Marcus.

“Marcus!” She whispered aloud. His office was in the next corridor! He had shirts in his locker!

Realising that all was not lost and that she may be able to recover the situation she picked herself up again, and walked fast, her clip missing from her clop. She was forced to slide along the corridor in places, comically sprinting past open doors until she swung around the corner and practically fell into Marcus’ office.

“Darling I need to borrow a sh…”

The office was empty. Stepping quickly to his locker she pulled out a crisp white shirt pulling the other garments to the floor in the process, and on impulse a bottle of white pills--whatever they were.

Flying out leaving the door behind her she ran.

That is, ran straight into someone’s chest.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…”

She looked up into the face of a very handsome looking young man looking at her quizzically.

“You must be…” she stumbled for words.

“Marty.” he told her, “Martin St. John. Biology and Anatomy."

“Oh Gosh…. Well… It…It’s nice to meet you… Marty Martin St. John.“

“I… I’m…” You can’t tell him who you are Amanda! Get the hell out of here!

“I have to go. Sorry.”

Amanda turned and spun around the corner and she took the stairs two at a time acutely aware that they would be falling out of their dorms in droves at any moment. Amanda begin to panic and ran down the corridor looking for Ingrid‘s dorm. Had she gone too far? She backed up.

Which door. Which door. Which bloody door was it? Ah, here we are.

Amanda fell into the dorm to be greeted with the sight of Marcus standing over Moni Chandlers ass.

“Marcus!” she spurted out, momentarily confused.

She put the pieces together in her dizzy mind and realised what the hell was going on. No problem, she thought. I’ll just apologise and leave. Then it struck her.

Moni…Moni! Marcus was fucking--or was just about to fuck Moni Chandlers! She looked at Moni, her head cocked round and grinning at Amanda, her eyebrow raised in that infuriating way. She opened her mouth in astonishment and closed it again, not knowing what to say. She tried to recover some of her dignity and lifted her head towards Marcus.

“Thought you had better taste.”

Throwing the filthiest of looks in Moni’s direction she left the room muttering “Tart,” just audible enough for her to catch it.

Amanda closed the door behind her and suddenly burst into tears. She was jealous. She was actually jealous! Damn. Damn it. She had vowed never to fall for a man again and here she was crying like a baby who had lost it’s teddy to the dog.

She would refuse to go there right now. She just wouldn’t think about it. Simple.

Finding the correct dorm she entered to find Ingrid dressed and ready.

Amanda just stood there. Hair dishevelled, black tear-stained cheeks, bare breasted, ripped stockings and one shoe. The stocking on the shoeless foot had ripped from the bottom up leaving her bare skinned foot and calf and not much else.

“Miss?” Ingrid enquired.

Amanda started laughing: hysterical laughter. She fell back on the bed and half laughed-half cried.

Every time she looked up to see Ingrid standing there waiting to go to tea she burst into laughter again.

“I’m sorry child. It’s not you.” she tried to stop the laughter and wiped the tears away.

“Everything is under control. Look…” she said, giggling, holding up the shirt. "I got it. I got the shirt. I got the god damn shirt!"

Amanda fell back onto the bed and looked at the pills in her hand.

“Hmmm.. What do we have here.” She inspected the label and smiled.

Standing up she threw a couple of pills down her neck and proceeded to repair the damage. Fixing her self in the mirror she called to Ingrid.

“What size shoe are you sweetie?”

Damn. Too small. “That’s fine darling, lend Miss a pair of your shoes would you.”

Ingrid passed Amanda a pair of flat black lace-up shoes two sizes too small and she winced as she put them on noting her swelling ankle. No stockings either. Oh well, can’t have everything.

Satisfied, she turned to Ingrid.

“Sorry I couldn’t get any ribbons sweetie, but you look just fine.” She smiled at her and fluffed her hair before kissing her on the forehead.

Come on honey. Lets go, we‘re only a little late.

She left Ingrid outside of the door while she slipped back in to pick up the bottle of tranquillisers and dropped them into her--Marcus’--shirt pocket.

Amanda Kensington and Ingrid made their way, finally, to tea.

Damn bloody tea.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Jonathan Windsor circulated among the new incoming freshman. The admissions committee had done a super job. The new class, like so many before it, was made up of very attractive young women. They where a veritable smorgasbord of femine beauty, every man could find his fantasy amoung these young women. Beauty was not the only think they had in common, they where academically at the heads of their class at High School. They possessed the rare combination of brains and beauty.

St. Martian’s was a very exclusive finishing school that would prepare them for life, a life of power and prestige. It would prepare them to use all of their abilities, both mental and physical to obtain what ever they wanted and where capable of achieving. The best of these young women would receive special training from the staff. They would ascertain in what sexual areas the girls would exceed in and then the staff would mold them appropriately.

DR Windsor was disappointed that Monique Chandlers had not attended for that young lady had the potential to be the best of the best If she could curb her tongue and harness her temper.. Of all the young Ladies at St Martin’s she had the most potential but her head strong ways would be her eventual downfall in life.

Yet his concerns could not be with Monique Chandlers for a very young and very innocent Swedish exchange student required his attention right now. He glanced at the clock. 3:30. Amanda Jane Kensington was late and that was not like her. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw her enter the tea with young Ingrid in tow. The young beauty was almost clinging to Miss Kensington and there was a positive radiance to the young woman and Dr. Jonathan Windsor smiled to himself for he knew with out a doubt the cause for that radiant glow. His brow wrinkled as he noticed the slight limp, the plain flat black laced boots and a man’s dress shirt instead of her normal Lord & Taylor silk blouse

Jonathan nonchalantly made his way through the assemblage, idly making small talk with returning student and the new Freshmen. His eyes smiled his laughter when called for genuine, his eyes soft and kindly. Finally he had worked his way over to Amanda and her adoring little shadow.

“Professor Kensington are you all right….what happened to you dear?.........Please sit.”

So the Dean of St. Martian’s got a chair for his young protégé and insisted she sit.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

All dressed now, but concerned hat I have no bra, my tight vest was the only garment mama allowed me to wear, but it was just too tight now and I did not want to squeeze back into it.

I was also not sure about not wearing panties, but miss had been bare so I suppose that it is alright. Alone now I look at myself in the mirror as I tie my hair back into a thick pony tail, my legs feel bare under the long black skirt and I can just tell that my breasts are unsupported in the blouse.

With a glance to the closed door I reach down and lift my skirt up and see my pale thighs, and the soft curls of my cuuny mound, Miss had trimmed her thick dark curls, I could tell, I wonder if she will show me how? Holding my skirt with one hand I stroke my lips with trembling fingers, as I watch my self, my mind remembers,

misses bare breasts, her heart under my cheek, the tightning of her cunny on my fingers as she cried out, her hands cool on my breasts cupping and squeezing

My fingers are deep into me as with a shock I hear footsteps, strange sounding outside the door and Miss comes in as I drop my skirt and try to hide my wet fingers.

"Miss, are you alright"

She looks so dishevelled, a white shirt in her hands and her breasts bare under the torn blouse, and she has broken her shoe.

I have lent her shoes and watched as she gets herself ready, and now we are on our way to tea, so many people, so much noise. Everyone seems to know everyone, some of the girls look at me strangely, but I just stay quiet next to Miss.

“Professor Kensington are you all right….what happened to you dear?.........Please sit.”

A tall man, old looking man, has asked us to sit down next to him.

 

[Moonbright]

“Professor Kensington are you all right….what happened to you dear?.........Please sit.”

Amanda noticed Jonathans furrowed brow as he took in her unusual attire but was extremely relieved that he had not seen her earlier in the grounds.

“Dr Windsor.” She smiled. “I’m quite alright thankyou Sir--a small mishap.”

She sat at the head’s insistence, though she would much rather have stood. Her ego was slightly bruised and she needed the advantage that her height gave her.

Ingrid sat next to her.

“Ingrid, this is the Dean of St. Martins--Dr Windsor.”

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

“Ingrid, this is the Dean of St. Martins--Dr Windsor.”

Looking nervously up at him, my hands together in my lap, I nod at him nervously.

"Hello sir"

The Dean! so important, Mama and Papa told me that the Dean was the most important person at my new school

Miss seems uncomfortable next to me, I suppose my shoes are too small for her.

I am very aware suddenly that my bottom is bare and that my cunny is still aroused and pulsing gently. I feel myself blush as he looks at me, and I want to raise my arms to cover my chest, but I just kind of squeeze my upper arms closer together instead, but of course instead of covering me that just has the effect of pushing my breasts together and making them look even bigger.

I want to do so well here at St Martins but my head is spinning with everything that has happened to me today.

 

[cgraven]

“Ingrid, this is the Dean of St. Martins--Dr Windsor.”

Ingrid looks up at me her eyes wide like a dear caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck, her dainty hands folded primly in her lap, a nervous little nod of her head acknowledging our introduction.

"Hello sir"

A soft blush kisses young Ingrid’s cheeks she fidgets squeezing her arms to her side giving the most delightful presentation of her firm young breasts outlined against the thin material of her school uniform blouse and it is quite obvious that she is not wearing a brasserie. A pleasant smile crosses my face at the delightful picture she presents of innocence and budding sexuality. I can see that dear Amanda Jane was already been tutoring the young Swedish Miss as she glances side wise looking to Amanda for reassurance.

“A pleasure to meet you Ingrid, Professor Kensington, I believe has been assigned as your faculty advisor she will aid you into your transition here at St. Martian’s and our little community.”

I pause as the young beauty sit on the edge of her seat her ankles modestly crossed.

“Yes Ingrid St Martian’s is a community as much as your home town is. And I as well as Professor Kensington Am here to help you with that transition.”

My manner and voice where light, yet with the distinct air of authority about them as I spoke with the young student.

Ingrid I do apologize I see you are without a beverage I must see to it that you have one. This of course was Amanda’s cue to prepare a special drink for our young friend.

“So Ingrid tell me about your home and how you like St. Martian’s so far.”

 

[Moonbright]

Miss Kensington hobbles to get a drink for Ingrid. Slipping into an empty side room she crushes 4 benzodiazepines and drops them into Ingrid's milk swirling the liquid around to disolve it.

 

[Frambois]

"I like the school Sir, I was a little lost at first, and I don't know anyone, but Miss, Miss Kensington has helped me, and shown me some things"

I hope I am speaking alright, he makes me nervous with his sharp eyes looking straight at me, I see his eyes taking me in, particularly my chest as I try to pull it in, not to press on the thin cotton.

"my home is in the countryside, many kilometres from the city, I live with my Mama and Papa and 2 brothers"

Miss is getting me a drink, I am thirsty and my mouth is dry from nervousness. My tummy feels tight, he makes me anxious, I don't know why, just something about the way he looks at me between his questions.

I wish I had underwear on, I wish my cunny was covered, I am sure he can smell my fingers

 

[spiritual_love]

Claudia's plump raspberry blushed lips were damp with the stolen kiss. Her breasts heaved against the dainty pale beige lace of her bra. The full well of cleavage was dangerously deep begging for the slither of his tongue to paint the depth.

Her slender fingers danced up and down the rigid towr of his manhood, her fingernails scratching lightly at the flesh. Claudia's eyes sought his attention, yet she noticed his gaze had become entrenched in that of her exposed chest. She chuckled deeply, causing the mounds to further swell against the material.

Her voice rose teasingly as she fisted his cock, no longer stroking, simply applying pressure.

"You know...I do have a tea to attend."

Claudia's thumbnail flicked upon the slitted tip of his meat as she spoke, gazing at the spongy head.

"Perhaps, I should go." She sighed as though she was terribly annoyed, yet her lips splayed into a teasing smile. Games...games..games...