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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!
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.
Her words were driving me crazy, her claim over my cock made me even harder, reading on, Kate's note said "...I hope you like your new panties, I wore them all day today thinking about you and what I was going to do to you once I took ownership of your cock. No one had ever seen me in panties before, knowing that Kate, a girl I had ever met, was looking at a photo my hard cock in her panties was too much for me, I had to cum. Pulling the panties I off, I started wanking, as I moved the gusset of Kate's white thong to my nose again.
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.
He inhaled slightly as the warm scented air from within reached his nose before the door fully opened and he saw his young sister standing there with a half-empty wine glass in her hand. He got up and tip-toed as fast as he could to the door, opened it and looked into the hallway; there was nobody around as far as he could see, and there was easily a 20-second walk from the lift to his sister's room in case anyone came back early. There was a small brass lock on the door, which he engaged as he pushed it to, then turned to look at what was in the room; the clothes in the corner to the left, the shower to the right, a toilet, a bidet, a sink, a huge mirror and a plant.
Later on Malcolm had told me about his private conversation with Mr Rogers and he had kindly referred to my husband as a good little boy and how much Malcolm had liked holding my panties and bra. In fact just like Mr Rogers I had thought that Malcolm was a Good Little Watcher. I could see from Malcolm's trousers, that the conversation was affecting him but he did manage "Yes Mrs Rogers, I want to be a good little boy and would like to watch if possible." Mrs Rogers spoke teasingly "We can help the pretty little cow to open her legs, Malcolm." I could see Malcolm blushing but looking excited as I said "No, I haven't gone that far with him, Mrs Rogers."
The walls above the dado were painted with very expensive Wedgewood blue eggshell paint and between the quarter landings a spectacular stained glass window threw shards of violent coloured light over our heads onto the mosaic tiled floor.Although it was a classical Victorian whimsy with fawns and ivy and pretty girls, it reminded me, ironically, of a striking, yet austere black and white image taken in Central station, New York. A young man dressed in a beautifully tailored black suit and waistcoat, with sky-blue bowtie and shiny white shirt strode purposefully towards us, looking very busy and veered to take the steps 2/3 at a time till he disappeared from view.
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.
Jill whispered to me that she wanted me inside her now, I slipped off my pants and shorts revealing my cock to the couple before slipping it into Jill's waiting pussy, as I did I saw the guy pull down his girls pants and knickers revealing her pussy to me which only made me slam harder into Jill. A few minutes later I heard the girl scream as her own orgasm took hold which set Jill off on her second, her pussy again squeezing on my cock which made me cum deep inside her, I drew out and let the last few spurts land on her bum.
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.
"Well now some one is a horny young fella." Helen said when she saw the bulge. As I said that Helen let my wrist go and walked to the bottom of the bed and made a few notes on my chart. All I could think about for the next two hours was Helen and her sexy body in that tight uniform, this was not helped by the fact she kept coming in and out to see how I was. Later that night around midnight Helen came in and sat in the chair next to my bed. As she walk out the door Helen said, "Maybe tomorrow night I will bring you a treat or two.
He went upstairs still clutching Alice's dirty knickers almost reverently in his hand and quietly opened his wife's bedroom door. He moved them over his face and found stronger smells in the crotch where Alice's sweat from her exertions in the gym, combined with the scent of her squishie juices and perhaps, even a measure of her wee mixed in, blended. In his wildest dreams, in the many lonely nights he held and rubbed himself with images of sweaty, dirty knickers suffusing his mind, he had never come close the reality of this moment. Decision made, Bob went to bed, still with Alice's knickers on, dry and stiff with his cum. "Ooh, Bob, you naughty boy, wearing my dirty, sweaty knickers.
I would get the panties out of the box most nights of the week, pick a pair which took my fancy on that evening, a silky soft pair to rub against my cock and a sexy thong to sniff the last traces of any fading scent out of. The red thong I wrapped around my cock and I lined the crotch of the cream panties up with my nose so as I slid them over my head I could smell it's amazing scent. The smell was too much for me, after a minute or so I slide the red panties down to the base of my cock exposing my shaft and with my left hand I squeezed my balls through the fabric.
Clare and I had a babysitter for the evening, Wayne and Sarah had done the same and we were all having a great time. I left Clare, Sarah and Wayne at the table guzzling wine and enjoying themselves. Clare's dress had been lifted up at the front and Wayne had his hand in her knickers! Then they kissed passionately as she started to slowly wank him off, his hand still buried in her pussy. I continued to watch and enjoyed the sight of Wayne's tongue filling Clare's mouth. Clare's dress was lifted at the front again and Will had his hand in her knickers, roughly rubbing and fingering her. "Mmmmmme" was Clare's reaction as he started to deliver long stokes into her sopping wet pussy.
Pulling the crotch aside to finger her or to push her up against the wall and enter her hard and fast for a quickie, her clit bearing down on my hard cock, she will cum first - but only just! My cock pushed inside her knickers while she is wearing them, sharing the space nestled in the warm valley of her pussy. Red satiny knickers rubbed over her wet pussy till they are soaked and then wrapped around my hard erect cock as I wank it for her to watch. A pair of panties that she pulled halfway down and then pissed into while I stood and watched, hearing her piss splash in the bottom of the bath, hard cock in hand, pumping.
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"
What i did notice was that whenever she wore trousers (and my head turned to watch her as she'd walk past) she had a tight looking arse, and her knicker outline was always visible, kinda cutting into her ass cheeks making it easy to imagine her in her panties. After exploring inside her knickers (under her raised dress) around by her rear, i withdrew my hand and as we pulled apart from kissing i moved my finger up to my nose. Im not sure if Julia had ever been fucked up her arse before, because it felt so damned tight inside her, and her moans suggested to me that the experience was new.
I felt her lips kiss by bum as I stooped to put them on and paused to enjoy the moment...she was running her tongue around the crease where my thigh meets my bum and added to the fun by placing her fingers between my legs and gently stroking my balls. "Slide your cock inside my cunt, honey, I am soooo horny and need to feel you splashing me all over." Marilyn rolled forwards, spreading the juices all around her knickers and fanny, slowly regaining her breath. I slipped off the little pair of knickers, wet with both our juices and placed them into the pocket of my jeans; I still have them, though I have yet to reprise the wearing of them.
I turned and walked with them , every step was hard trying to hold my pee, a car was parked on the pavement, I walked through the narrowgap first, as I walked ahead of the girls Kate patted my bum gently , the carrot moved in a little, the pressure on my bladder was huge, Oh , oh oooh god, her body started to quiver her bum moving back and forth on her hand her face fell on to my stomach,her breath landing on my erect cock she moved closer her tongue licking the head, Oh Kate as she lowered back down , I exploded inside , she lifted and pushed back down with f***e, my load pumping into her warm body , she watched my face as I cum
Standing in front of the sun there skirts appeared almost transparent and I clearly became aware of every shapely contour of their legs and thighs. She appeared to be standing 'too' close to my face for comfort, and again I was aware of gusts of wind lifting the front part of her skirt giving me tantalising glimpses of knees and lower thighs. Sometimes she looked down at me, asking me questions, while pulling in her dress; other times she'd stand above me, legs apart, with the wind blowing her skirt from side to side. Cynthia was continuing her conversation with Phoebe and began reaching around for things to pass to her including my mug. "Pass me that plate please Cynthia," said Phoebe, clearly tidying things away.
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.