The Principal of the school Julie hear of Joey lifetime nudist registration and decided he be perfect person to spear head a new campaign in school for naked in school program She had his picture taken and blown up for billboard in the school with words naked in school program Our top student Joey will…
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naked in school
Emily walked into high school and went to History class teacher Mrs. Bailey today in history class we will discuss the history of knights of Templar and there conquest of the holy land in 13 century. when principal Julie came over the intercom please excuse the interruption i need to see Emily in my office…
The End of Blanke Schande
The End of Blanke Schande: A Blanke Schande Story by donnylaja NOTE: Blanke Schande is a college where female students are required to be naked at all times, which research has found turns out better adjusted males and stronger, more self-assured females. It has a main campus in south California. It has a satellie campus…
Life of Corey
Life of Corey a Blanke Schande story by donnylaja To begin with, I am so very lucky. And no matter how much bare female skin I see around me I just can’t help looking and looking. The same is true of all the guys here, even Dexter and Francesco, who are gay. So lucky to…
Hyacinth in the Mountains
Hyacinth in the Mountains a Blanke Schande story by donnylaja “Hi roomie!” Sarah’s big tanned boobs almost filled the driver’s window, her erect brown nipples practically sticking Jessie in the face and seeming to bounce halfway to Hyacinth, who was curled up in the passenger seat of Jessie’ little Taurus. The shy freshman, who had…
Hyacinth’s Buddy
Hyacinth’s Buddy a Blanke Schande story by Donnylaja She kept crying, clutching the pillow in front of her and her drawn-up knees, as if the pillow were an article of clothing. But she had no clothing, nor did the three roommates who sat around her on her bed. It was the first rule of the…
The Problem of Grib (Complete)
The Problem of Grib by Steve Forrestieri (a Blanke Schande story by donnylaja) I love combing Lisette’s hair in the quad. It’s a thing we do every day after lunch. She lies on her back on one of the concrete tables, bends her knees, and lets them fall to the side, giving me a clear…