Sabrina and friends: my Short stories

I just came up with another story. Hope you will enjoy it!

A LETTER OF CONFESSION (futa on female, futa on male, domination, excessive cum)

My story begins where the end of my life began.

That does not mean that I am dead now - although I sometimes wish I was.

It was the end of the life I used to maintain, the end of my careers as a respected headmaster and as a family man.

My downfall started with the first mentioning of this girl's name: Aaraniya.

She attended our school for almost two years before her name began to mean something to me.

Her parents came over from Sri Lanka before she was born. Aaraniya is as beautiful as her name - no, even more. In fact, nothing can compare with her in terms of beauty! Her juvenile body is just so beautifully shaped, so lovingly slender to the fingertips, every limb is as delicately built, as if nature was trying out how far she could go with pure perfection. Her legs, her feet, her fingers, her bottom - and, yes her penis, are pure, consummate beauty. Never I met a woman comparable with Aaraniya’s beauteousness.

But you haven't seen nothing if you haven’t looked into her face. Those sparkling eyes, always blinking with amusement, those sensual, full lips, those frail cheeks... oh, I could go on for hours. It sounds as if I would fancy about a women I love. And you’re right.

Aaraniya was only eleven years old when I fell deeply in love with her.

I first met her in my office.

When students are sent to the headmaster’s office, it’s usually an unpleasant occasion for them. They are sent to me by their teachers when they are for some reason malcontent with them, mostly when they trespassed one or several rules of our school, or if they were disobedient or defiant against teachers.

When Aaraniya appeared in my office, smiling shyly at me with a look of pure innocence, I suspected a mistake. She stood there like an embodiment of sheer beauty, her outfit made every little advantage of her juvenile body noticeable. She couldn’t do any harm. I thought to know this kind of pupil, the obedient, eager, quietly intelligent pupils who always get good results. I didn’t know how wrong I was!

Aaraniya handed me a sheet of paper and said, her teacher made her write “the whole story” down, as a confession. Now her smile turned cheeky and she looked me in the eye with a sexy expression. Too sexy for such a young girl!

She sat down on my visitors chair, crossed her legs like a grown up and gave me this mysterious sexy look.

“I’m afraid I was quite naughty”, she said in her deep, gentle voice. “Please, don’t be too stern with me!” But there was no sign of regret or shame on her face. She smiled expectantly, as if she would encourage me to finally start reading her text, as if she was anxious to see my reaction.

One thing bothered me and I asked