Private school Stories

“I think now’s a good time to take a break,” announced Chrissie. My tongue certainly needed some respite. I was released from my shackles and allowed to get up, with some assistance, as I had been in the same position for goodness knows how long. Helen and Nicola took an arm each, and raised me, like Dracula raising his latest conquest from her deathbed. I looked at the clock in the hall as I walked unsteadily to the bath...

I sighed again. The initiation continued. I was desperate to rub myself to climax, as the wooden dildos worked inside me, the one only partly inside, revolving around the other, fully in me, stretching my cunnie in a circular motion. “This is torture,” I groaned. Looking to Chrissie. I pleaded, “rub me off Chrissie - please.” “Sorry teen slut,” she replied, “we have to torture you, it’s your initiation. “Each girl has it...

Initiation. My “interview” with Veronica, Mr Davy, and Miss James was ended. I was excused, and told to go and clean myself up. Back to the showers I went, carrying my clothes in a bundle. Naked, apart from the Wilminmoor School tie and socks, I trotted upstairs. Mr Davy’s cum leaking down my thighs. My mind was a whirl. I had just been given the option of coming to a public school, all expenses paid, wonderful, then made...

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 da...

Monday, 7.40pm I’m well into getting ready. I’ve just showered again, this time without company and without the audience. Even the two chairs the men were sitting on this morning weren’t there. I’m starting to wonder if it was all a dream. I’d ask my room-mate, but she’s just so damn unapproachable. She pretty much acts like I don’t exist. Fine, Petra, I’ll do the same to you then. She stalks out of the room in her towel....