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Deirdre took the little soft whip and quietly positioned in down beneath Laura's split and without warning, snapped it with some authority right into the open cleft that Laura had made as she held her own labia apart. "You know, Laura, that naughty girls are not permitted breaks for that purpose once the discipline has begun, so you will have to hold it, I'm afraid," Deirdre said in her firmest tone, anxiously hoping that her niece would lose control and that the colleagues would witness her releasing her pee stream down on the floor. "I think that is enough," Deirdre said calmingly, as she first wiped Laura as one would a small child who has lost urinary control out of fear, and then bade Laura to stand, retrieve her knickers and let her skirt down.
Would you like to put your lips around my nipple and suck, as your hand squeezes my pussy mound, feeling the wetness through the cotton? Wet. Already, my juices are spreading, and I feel the sticky nectar beginning to seep through the white cotton. If you could see me now, you'd like how I'm writhing against my own fingers, hips beginning to raise, and the pink shadow of my hand sticking to the wet whiteness of my knickers. I want to feel the force of your eager face pushing a little fold of cotton between my sliding lips, to feel your hot breath mixing with my hot juice, and I need to push against you in urgent desire.
She thought the black ones looked very sexy and was shocked when she came to the red ones and when she saw they had an open crotch she couldn’t believe that anyone would wear such naughty things, but then she remembered that they were auntie favourites! She started to think about auntie Fiona wearing the same knickers and wondered if uncle Roger really did slide his fingers inside her. And when a couple of days later another parcel arrived for her from uncle Roger and auntie Fiona and it contained another three pairs of knickers she felt really excited. After a few minutes of chit chat uncle Roger said, ‘So, Amy, I hope you’re wearing the knickers we sent you.'
Deirdre Carmody, Laura Franklin's middle-aged aunt who had raised Laura and now joined her at the "Weekend School" Laura ran for adults who wanted to re-experience the school discipline they had known earlier in life, and Diana Prentice, the 20-year-old fetching blonde prefect, who was the junior faculty member at the school but who had already created a strong impression by the severe discipline she administered at the school assembly, enjoyed spending the night in Deirdre's commodious bed. The older woman filled the small white enema bulb, took a dab of vaseline and gently let her finger slip it into Diana's anal opening, then inserted the nozzle into her tight little hole.
He was on his bed, his boxers round his knees, cock in hand and a pair of our panties on his face. I beckoned Gemma to join me on the bed and we sat each side of Toby as Hayley positioned herself over his face and then sat on him, her panties completely covering his nose and mouth. I stroked her hair as she sucked him, one hand still pleasuring myself but yearning to rub myself on Toby's face. I rubbed my clit through my panties, taking deep breaths between my little cries of anguish and pleasure, the torment of being so close and the sight of his cock such a turn on!
I don't know whether Sally had told her Mum what she wanted: my step-Mum is modern when it comes to sex, and understands that her daughter needs satisfying regularly, but within minutes of Sally and her boyfriend coming out of the kitchen, her Mum told me that my Dad and her were indeed going out shopping and suggested that I go out as well. They left the house with their arms around each other and I couldn't resist going into her room to look for her knickers and pull back the covers to look at the wet patch on the sheets.
I went into instant shock as two photos slipped out of the envelope they were pictures of me; it wasn't a pretty sight; there I was sitting on the floor with a pair of girls panties draped over my head and worse still it was plain to see that I was also wearing panties. For two seconds I thought perhaps I wasn't going to dress up but then common sense took over; I was going to fuck Mandy; dam, I would wear anything to do that. "No Beth," interrupted Mandy, "It's your pretty little sister Felicity. Mandy disengaged, looked across at me and said, "Ok Felicity let's see you fully dressed again." I quickly complied and waited for their next order.
Chance would be a fine thing I thought as I watched Julie leave the office where I was working and kept a close watch on her immaculate skirt-clad arse until it glided out of view along the corridor. Julie started laughing again: "Yes, I can see you going into the office and asking Brian where the nearest car park is!" I shot a fair size load and Julie spread the sticky trouser emulsion up and down her thighs for a while before scooping a gobbet in her palm and depositing it in the gusset of her knickers which she then pulled up over her wet gash, covering her twat and rubbing the semen within.
I was only a short ride from home and was careful not to squash the woodlice in my knickers as i sat on the saddle.Once home i rushed in doors and went straight to my room and layed on the bed, lifting my skirt i looked inside my knickers, all 5 were still inside. I picked up the smartie tube which was now full of woodlice and held it between my legs. Pulling the smartie tube out, i saw it was empty, the whole lot were in me. It felt like i was as on fire down there, loads of little legs crawling every where. I froze as i layed there,watching the other woodlice crawl on me.
I let my hand roam a little, my fingers sliding gently along the crack of your arse and down towards the wet warmth of your cunt. Still kissing, I push you gently onto your back and slide my hand down the front of your knickers, letting my soaked fingertips glide around your swollen clit. My cock twitches as I feel your wet flesh before sliding my fingers down over your swollen lips and gliding them slowly inside you. As I suck you through the soft material, my cock is twitching beneath me, desperate for the sensation of sliding slowly into your wet, warm cunt. I can feel your legs and stomach start to shake as I reach beneath you to rub a wet finger over your soft, tight arse.
She thought she'd put his suggestion to the test though and then write to him, explaining that if car users people were to be coaxed back on to public transport it would need a significant investment of taxpayer's money to bring buses and trains up to scratch. Claire turned to her, trying to look and sound sympathetic, whilst thinking all the time that her old friend had scored an own goal. Claire gave her a sympathetic look but Anne felt as though everyone on the bus knew about her predicament and was judging her. Soon the bus pulled up at the stop where Anne got off and Claire followed her.
Off my balls and run up my crack, and started licking my bum hole, , her other hand went between her legs, I could see her finger stoking her clit through her knickers, her head pushed forward I could feel her tongue penetrate me , her finger was moving faster over her clit, I could feel her hot breath on my bum , her head moved back and forth pulling my balls tighter, she let out a moan as she orgasamed, She stood back and looked again, then went to her draw and pulled out some tights, she rolled a pair into a ball and pushed them into a cup and repeated in the other cup , then shushes the bra again, there perfect
I just expected to see some girlie things and to have a nose round but I soon came across a small bundle of dirty washing in the corner of the room. Stealthily I crept into Mandy's bedroom; quickly I lit up the corner with my torch but oh no there were no dirty clothes, no panties. I lay down and placed my head on the pile and just drank in the scent of Mandy; then gently and slowly using my teeth and lips I moved away the pieces one by one till joy of joy I struck gold; panties, pink panties. One pair of panties were still covering my face and I remember thinking to myself, what the heck let's savour the smell and taste for a little while longer.
You dirty cunt" it was really getting her off I never would of guessed she was so kinky as I took another great sniff Amy pulled me by the hair so my nose was buried deep in her wet knickers, she let out a moan of pleasure. I licked her from her clit to her arsehole though her now soaked knickers, Amy pushed her arse hard against my reaching back and pulling me in my the hair, to the point were it was actually hurting my nose. "Oh god don't stop you filthy bastard lick my sweaty pussy, I want o feel you try and push you tongue up my arse hole"
Like a gentleman and an idiot, I looked into her caramel eyes and watched her lips open to mouth the words: The interior light clicked out as I shut the door and she reached forward, pulling me towards her and literally stuffing her plump, warm tongue deep into my mouth. She pushed me back onto the seat, the door clicked shut, the lights went out and suddenly her warm, wet mouth was nuzzling the front of my jeans. "Marilyn, I want to cum all over your thighs and your satin pussy, lie back again, this is all too sexy for words." "Oh honey, I want you to wank over me and splash your warm sticky spunk all over my knickers as I finger myself.
Currently I’m sitting on a log in a rarely used area of countryside to walk my dog, Mutley. I’ve only ever see a plain looking woman around my age, with a collie, a grumpy 35 something guy with a boxer and two twenty something female joggers. “You think I’m joking!” as she steps right up close with her feet shoulder width apart and continues, Without interrupting this finger fucking, she unbuttons her coat and starts working on the buttons to her blouse. That said she popped my cock on her wet pussy lips entrance and excruciatingly slowly slid down and only stops as her bum meets my thighs. “I hope you enjoyed a ‘good solid fuck’.” With that she turns and walks off tossing her wet knickers beside her discarded bra.
Shit I thought, here was my mom asking me to unclip her suspender that was touching her pussy, gently sliding my finger inside her knickers I pulled the suspender back down while letting the knuckle of my finger trace the slit of her lips. Climbing on top of mom I started to thrust my cock slowly back and forth, somehow it felt like my cock was gaining extra inches as I pushed and squashed in to her plumper pussy. As I lay there watching mom I ran my hand up her stocking covered legs feeling the wetness leaking from her hairy bush and dipped I finger inside her.
I kept my eyes on him and I scooted myself further down the couch and opened my legs a little more, then I reached my hand down and started rubbing myself through my panties until I was considerably wet. I noticed he had put his hand into his bottoms and pulled his cock out and had started playing with himself, "I said no touching, which meant yourself too!" I scolded him, and he let go, leaving it standing straight, waiting to be touched again. When I was sure I had his attention fully again, I pulled my panties to the side and started to finger myself, occasionally rubbing my thumb against my clit, and moaning rather loudly now.
It was perhaps not altogether surprising that Anne was determined to avoid wetting herself whilst out canvassing if possible and it was rapidly become apparent that her only option was to knock on a door and ask to use somebody's loo. The man looked at Anne with disdain but there was a distinct bulge in his trousers which hadn't been there before she'd mentioned her (now urgent) need of a loo. "Sir, my husband cares a great deal about parliamentary standards and, like all the other candidates, he's committed to making sure that sort of thing doesn't happen again. Unable to hold her pee a second longer, Anne parted her legs and peed hard, her golden stream landing on the concrete of the garden path.
As I stood before him, like a girl in the headmasters study, expecting a good caning across my bared buttocks for smoking, I saw the thin line of perspiration across his upper lip, then across the balding pate behind his thin hairline, he was feeling the heat about something, I wondered if it was the young body clad in two articles of clothing standing before him, 'You do as your asked', my mothers interjection jolted me from my train of thought, my dreamily unreality shifted from him to her, she was dressed and obviously going out, leaving me here alone with him, 'Be a good girl', she continued as she hurriedly made to leave, obviously keen for me to ensure her lover was not going to be disappointed once she left us alone, 'Just answer his questions honestly, and you will be a star', she concluded, and then we were alone, the door banged, and she was gone, suddenly I felt my lack of clothing, knickers and an ill-fitting t-shirt, made for too little protection, suddenly I instinctively knew, his interest in me, was more physical than social, I felt warm between my thighs, I had released some pee, I was urinating and could feel my pee run down my inner thigh, not much, just a trickle, just enough for him to notice.
I'd set off from the house as usual to walk to school but instead went through some woods to the edge of the country park where it merged into forestry. The air on my naked body, the soft dampness of pine needles under my bare feet, the warm shafts of sun when there was a gap in the trees, the jiggle of my hard-on as I moved, the feeling of vulnerability. As I was passing through a section of trees which skirted a reservoir, I felt it was the right time for a nice open-air wank. It felt so exciting; secretly spying on a naked girl as I wanked with her soft, warm knickers.
This time no charge seeing as I like you so much." Helen climbed on to the bed and pulled the skirt of her dress up so it was around her waist and I could play with her puss with my free hand. "Did I say you could talk or take his cock out of your mouth Helen?" said Mary. With the combination of the show from Mary, and what Helen was doing and the scent of her panties, it was not long before I could feel my balls start to tighten. As I was running my tongue backward and forward over Helen's lips I felt Mary's hand start to play with Helen pussy.
I sat nervously at my desk waiting for 10 0'clock know that I would have to sneak off to the toilets for an extended length of time, with three minutes to go my car was hard and the thought of crossing the office with a tent in my trousers was a worry but I had no choice. Seconds after sitting came Kate's reaction, "good little sissy panty, only 57 minutes to go until the next one..." I wasn't sure if I could keep this up all day, I have a huge sex drive but this was asking a lot, especially in work time. By 2 o'clock, the fifth wank of the day, I was still getting hard without a problem knowing that Kate was waiting to see my panty covered cock but I was finding it harder to cum.
Jennifer felt incredibly aroused but wanted to make sure of one more thing and said quietly "Bruce?" Bruce knew that the time was right and said "When we spoke a few days ago Malcolm, you told me how much you enjoyed my wife's panties all those years ago." As he spoke, Jennifer walked quietly into the room and stood in front of Malcolm and in a little girly voice said "You were very kind to Bruce all those years ago, Malcolm. Jennifer smiled coyly "I understand that when Bruce was in your house Malcolm, your wife pulled her panties down for Brucie. The words took Bruce 10 years back in time when he had been watching Mrs Smith like this and he had said exactly the same thing.