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Almost as if she were aware of my intentions, Eliza would arrive at Navya’s room the minute Navya got done with her work out session. We opened the balcony door to let the winter sink in, switched the lights off, pulled up a blanket to cover the three of us, at least partially, and started with Vicky Cristina Barcelona – Eliza in the middle, with Navya and I flanking the sides. And thus, ten minutes into the movie, just as the discussion on ‘making love’ came up in the movie, Eliza turned to me and started kissing, almost biting my ear, unabashedly, and right in front of Navya!
Jerry walked around the table and stood next to Tom. He reached down, held Tom’s cock in his hand and started to masturbate it like his own. “The swelling is taking its time to go down,” questioned Laura, “does Emily suck harder, Tom,” she asked. Laura reached out to hold Jerry’s cock, she brought the ruler up to shoulder height and she saw Jerry wince at the thought of what was about to happen. Laura wanked on Jerry’s cock; just like he did to Tom. She pumped her hand up and down on it then she lowered her face to his knob and kissed it gently. “What are you looking at?” asked Laura as she raised her head from Jerry’s cock.
I look him straight in the eye and respond, "I was thinking of you, sir." "Well then, sir, I'd best persuade you otherwise." As I say this, I lean over his desk and give him an eyeful of my breasts, encased in a lacy pink bra that matches my underwear. Let’s see if you can continue to listen, shall we?” I don’t know whether he’s teasing me or not when I feel his hands on my thighs, sending shivers through my skin. A few moments later, I feel the sticky liquid being wiped off of me, and I am then yanked upwards, my legs quaking, the underwear falling from my mouth.
"I've been having cramps so I want that tongue in me once you take out the Tampax." Laura made Jack buy tampons for both of them: she wore Slender Regulars in her nice tight pussy and she liked him to have a Super in his male opening. "You know, Aunt Laura," Elaine asked with a grin on her face, "although Jack's ruffled sissy panties are of course embarrassing, I was thinking that if he continues to misbehave, you might employ the steps we have been learning in Feminist Practice class." Elaine decided to increase the pressure on her prey, as Professor Thompson so often referred to men who were subjected to her dominant students, by releasing tiny jets of pee from her urethra right into Jack's open mouth.
Monica looked behind her. Nick had asked her about the gun during their phone call, and she’d said yes, but she never thought he’d have to bring it out. Monica spent the rest of Christmas vacation brooding a bit. Blake had called him over Christmas break in a shaky voice, telling him he wasn’t going to keep an eye on Monica anymore. He explained how Monica wanted his silence, but that he couldn’t guarantee what any of the other 29 boys would say. He admitted he was looking for an exchange, either money or sex, but … well, Monica had left with her bodyguard. Houlihan thought something was up, but didn’t press it. I swear!” Now, Monica really wasn’t looking good.
The girl gasped at the response and Annabel now told her to bend over the horse so that the prefects could strap her in." Susan blanched and asked, "Miss, in front of everyone, with the boys" she pointed to Barry Jordan and Ken Nelson—"seeing this?" Elaine, who had acquired a bit of a sadistic streak in her several terms spent as an aide to the teachers disciplining misbehaving pupils, smiled as she told Annabel that the punishments seemed appropriate to the offenses and the needs of the pupils for discipline. "Miss," Elaine said with a face that did not disclose her pleasure at the severity of the discipline in which she participated, "you clearly know quite well what these misbehaving pupils require and I and the other prefects feel you are helping the school mightily in maintaining good order here."
She smiled at me and said she hoped I didn't hold last time against her, since she really was sorry for what she did to me and felt Rev Alicia had been totally right to punish her for it. She told her that she was going to have Alicia deal with her and smiled that she knew she would do it properly, Jan said, and then Jan would be allowed to sit for the exam again as if nothing had happened. Alicia saw it, too, and said rather perfunctorily, "You know that I must impose extra discipline for that little social error, Janice." She picked up the martinet and moved in closer and began whipping her bottom with close-in, repeated strokes.
There was quite a hum in the truck and the t-shirt Guthrie was wearing looked like it needed a good wash. Shortly, we arrived at the truck stop and decided to stretch our legs with a walk to the convenience store/diner for a cold drink. Facing me, with his head propped up on his arm he asked, “Are we going to do this the easy or hard way?” Observing my puzzled expression Guthrie continued, “Dinner was great, but I only consider that a deposit... When Guthrie finally lifted onto his arms, his exaggerated thrusting took me over the edge, and with my body shuddering, I began to unload on his sheet.
I looked up into his eyes and whined softly, moving my hips in time with his hand. "You know I can't resist when you pout like that, Kitten." He began kissing the top of my breasts and used both hands to push my behind into his fully hard cock. After a few more slaps, he caressed my behind until his fingers began to touch my soaking cunt. I gripped the blanket and moaned loudly, my cunt growing more wet with each slap. I wanted him to claim me in every way possible so I used my hands to hold his cock in my mouth. I felt each shot of cum fly into my mouth and moaned with each one.
Cynthia faltered for a moment and said, "Louise, I'm just cleaning it up" but she knew she couldn't avoid my order so she handed me what she had wanted to get out of the way, a cute pair of hicut pink panties, but with a rather prominent skidmark in the back. She would spend the day horribly self-conscious because although Cynthia was no Dolly Parton out front, she did have lovely full 34Bs. My referring to her not behaving like a big girl made her realize I was truly angry, because she knew that this meant these kinds of childish punishments. The spanking commenced then in earnest as I re-positioned myself and began applying strong slaps to her cheeks alternately, watching them slowly turn rosy and then deep pink and finally start showing crimson flashes.
She continued pulling down the garment, as I held her hair behind and started kissing her full on her lush, pink, delicate lips. Even as I was holding Nina’s spanked ass-cheeks apart, her delicately crinkled anus looked like a tiny rosebud. Nina then hungrily snatched my cock from my hand and started licking the peephole with her tongue. I couldn’t resist the tease and held her chin in my left hand, shoving my cock balls deep into her open mouth. Keeping Nina close to me, I pulled out of her leaking pussy and slid up my cock into her asshole. I again resumed watching Nina’s dangling feet and soft, wrinkled soles; as she cleaned my cock, sucking and slurping at it.
I was amazed at how wet it made me to talk like that, to think about actually being with another man and treating my husband as a submissive house slave. I felt his finger run in and out of me, remember thinking that no man had ever done that to me before, his cum all over me, still in my mouth. I was getting almost as wet treating my husband like this as I was with Alan's finger up my ass. I remember hearing my husband's voice break, almost to tears as I went into the bathroom and started to clean up and do my makeup.
Yes, the thrill of punishing her by giving her the kinky attention the boys didn’t want to give was exciting enough, but Monica was unaware that Houlihan would spread the word that she was to be on her best behavior. But Houlihan wanted her to know that if she wanted to tell Monica how she felt about her, she should do just that—and it would be okay. Monday rolled around, and Houlihan decided he’d speak to Brenda that day, if he could. He’d known a few girls like Brenda, unattractive but they slept with boys anyway, and it didn’t help their popularity. School went on that fall, like usual, except students noticed a quieter Monica O’Toole.
"Petra recalled reading about a service in France that provided women on call to respond to mothers who needed help in disciplining their disobedient offspring, especially those that were of age and were still living at home, as so many do these days," Laurie said. "Yes, Marie," Katherine said, as she saw the two girls become nervous in a way she hadn't seen before, "this is Miranda and this is Stacy. She went into her bedroom to relax and Marie, still standing as was Brenda, said to Miranda and Stacy, "You need to understand that we are not here to negotiate with you. "Marie," Brenda said as if speaking about a small child, "Stacy here may need to visit the bathroom soon since I feel something in her."
They proceeded to their own bedroom where, after checking to see that Kathy, Jamie's sister, was asleep in the guest room, they more or less fell into their bed, totally wiped out by the evening at Claire's. "You will be spanked whenever any of us feels you need it," Karen said rather offhandedly, and she reached down to unbutton the dropseat in Kathy's pajamas that would expose her bare bottom. "Yes, Miss Karen, I couldn't...couldn't keep my doody from coming out," Kathy confessed, shamed to her core and her face now as red as her spanked bottom.
As delicious as she was, Houlihan didn’t want to actually touch her with his fingers or his body. Houlihan took his time moving the feather back and forth up those long, slender legs, once alternating back and forth between the tip and the pointy quill. She liked having her breasts touched, and she liked doing the private dances, and of course, the money was great … but those boys couldn’t get her to Georgetown. Still excited, she ran upstairs to her huge, pink and white bedroom, still looking very girlish, and got out a vibrator that made the little portable one she took with her on her special “dates” look like a pencil.
He managed to get some guys to pony up for one of Monica’s stripping parties. So Blake was a little surprised that Monica wasn’t interested in doing the party. “I’ve got thirty guys together—Tim Goldsworthy’s parents are taking him to Myrtle Beach for a few days, and he made an extra key to his house. A few of the guys were going to get beer. Nick DelVecchio wasn’t happy that she hadn’t done any parties this fall. If word got back to him that she turned down a 3,000 party … And what would Houlihan say? I don’t know who’s all going to be there.” As she hung up, Monica felt a sense of foreboding.
There was quite a hum in the truck and the t-shirt Guthrie was wearing looked like it needed a good wash. Shortly, we arrived at the truck stop and decided to stretch our legs with a walk to the convenience store/diner for a cold drink. Facing me, with his head propped up on his arm he asked, “Are we going to do this the easy or hard way?” Observing my puzzled expression Guthrie continued, “Dinner was great, but I only consider that a deposit... When Guthrie finally lifted onto his arms, his exaggerated thrusting took me over the edge, and with my body shuddering I began to unload on his sheet.
I feel her hand start to work harder, run just the head rapidly through the tight circle of her index finger and thumb. She feels my rhythmic pulsations, eases her hand back, stops and squeezes so tight it hurts, just below the head on the shaft. I feel her standing behind me, one hand holding my arm just above the elbow, other hand going to my rear, feel it come down across my butt sharply. I feel her other hand grip my arm so tight I know it will bruise. I feel her finger slip out of my rear end as I put my hands to my sides. She watches as I hurry to my hands and knees, start to lick my cum up off of her floor.
Claire did not hesitate to take the younger woman in her arms for a warm hug and she ran her hands then down Karen's sides and cupped them below her bottom cheeks as she helped her up onto the commodious bed. Karen daringly ran her finger over Claire's large protruding labia right down through her legs and the hair there to dab at Claire's puckered little anal rosette. Being treated as a younger person appealed to the soft side of the highly assertive Claire, who giggled like a schoolgirl and said, "I will, yes, if you decide to let me, mommy." When Claire finished enjoying her cum, Karen again probed the dark puckered anal opening with her index finger and again felt the imminent need Claire was having to sit on the toilet soon.
"You're hiding something." His hands grab your panties and pull them down, letting them fall to your ankles. "I am going to have to give you a thorough search," he says as he moves your legs a little farther back and away from each other. His face moves away from your breast and you can feel his breath tickle your nipple. You try hard to stand up higher in your high heels as he moves his face between your legs. His hand moves to your breast and he pinches your nipples as his tongue flicks your clit. Suddenly, he lets you fall forward, then he quickly pulls you back to a standing position.
When Margaret arrived, wearing a variation on her governess outfit, a navy skirt and a white blouse with paisley ascot and gold stickpin atop her usual sheer hose and burgundy pumps, she encountered Lenore in what looked like a collegiate or high school jumper, with a plain white blouse and espadrilles. "When I allow you to go out," she said, which conveyed a real tone of menace to Robbie, as he began to realize how his life might be restricted from now on, "You will start using appropriate protection when you have sex with them. She longed to be allowed to spank him but realized she had to do exactly what Margaret told her if she wanted to be given that kind of privilege.
Diane had recently discovered that I enjoyed having my cock gently bitten, or scraped along its length with her teeth, as an addition to the standard blow-job. Assuring me that she knew what she was doing, she donned medical gloves, applied baby oil to the eye of my penis, and to the rod, opened the hole with the end of the rod, and let it slide, under its own weight an inch or two down into my cock. With Mona carefully instructing, each girl took a turn, each time with a slightly wider rod (except the older woman). Diane told me she had heard from the guy she had left behind in the UK, that he was coming to Australia, and that she felt that he was now ready to marry her.
“Of course you can, Pam,”, I replied, “Anything you want - you don‘t need to ask.”, I continued. “Or do you want to get fucked really hard ….”, I said, as I pushed my cock in deep with one big thrust. I removed my cock, letting it rest at the entrance of her pussy then I thrust it in hard a second time. My hand was still stroking her hair as I let my cock thrust into her, speeding up a little as time went on. After that submission, I just fucked Pam as hard as I could and each time I pulled on her hair, pulling her head backwards.