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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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117 Chs

Role Playing

That night, I was chatting with Ron on the phone. He didn't say it, but I knew he was desperate to be my boyfriend. I didn't say it, but I knew I could do better. Still, I decided to string him along as my plan continued to evolve.

"Maybe my mom can drive us there." I was talking about the school where his father was principal.

Ron wanted me badly, I knew. Badly enough to find out the code to the security system and "borrow" his father's keys to the school. Neither one of us, however, were old enough to drive. He didn't even know where I lived. Ron had seen Donna and me dancing together at the club, so I had to explain she was my stepmom, not my real mother. That would have made our incestuous lesbian mating dance too weird. He was okay with it. He was a horny teenage boy, he would have been okay with anything I said, but I didn't want to push him too much.