Detention With Miss Downey Miss Downey s Story Chapter Four
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Lauren Halliday found herself in detention with her Maths Mistress, Miss O’Driscoll, for the fourth time that school year. It wasn’t because Lauren was particularly badly behaved, it was simply down to the fact that she struggled with the A-Level Maths course at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School and, despite her pleas at the end of year twelve, she had been refused permission to change to another subject. No matter how hard she tried, the eighteen-year-old sixth form student just couldn’t grasp the complicated subject that was so much more difficult than GCSE Maths had been nearly two years previously.
She didn’t even mind Clare O’Driscoll, her Maths teacher, unlike some of the other girls in her class. Lauren smiled as she remembered what Charlotte Beccles, a girl in her Form Class, had done to try and embarrass Miss O’Driscoll. The seventeen-year-old had removed the screws in the teacher’s chair and waited for the tall and slim thirty-year-old Maths Mistress to sit down. However, Clare had discovered the sabotage before she had sat down and shortly afterwards, had discovered who the culprit was. That had resulted in Charlotte receiving a detention with Miss Downey which had been a particularly painful and tearful one. Lauren Halliday sighed heavily with relief that it was not Helen Downey supervising her detention that evening.
The short, blonde-haired sixth former tried to complete the work that Miss O’Driscoll had asked her to complete but it was no good. She simply did not understand it no matter how many times the tall and thin dark-haired Maths Mistress had tried to explain it to her. Lauren sat staring at Clare, who was sitting behind her desk at the front of the classroom marking a set of exercise books. Lauren looked at her watch – she had only been in detention for fifteen minutes and had another forty-five minutes before she would be allowed to leave. She returned to the complicated Maths questions on the sheet and decided to give them one last go.
Five minutes later, Lauren Halliday looked over at Clare O’Driscoll, who had pushed her comfortable padded chair back from her desk and had got to her feet. She stood behind her desk for a moment looking at Lauren. The tall Maths Mistress placed her large hands on her hips and tried to push her small breasts out so that they would stand out beneath the grey cotton blouse she was wearing. She slowly walked to the back of the classroom where the sixth former was sat and was soon sitting on the table across from where Lauren was sitting.
“So, Lauren. Have you managed to answer those questions this time?” Clare O’Driscoll spoke quietly.
The eighteen-year-old looked over at her teacher and shook her head, unintentionally closing her book where the wrong answers had been scribbled.
“Sorry, Miss. I still don’t understand how to do them. They just don’t make any sense to me, Miss.” Lauren Halliday reached behind her head with her right hand and began playing with her hair that was tied up neatly.
“You don’t understand it?” Miss O’Driscoll replied with a fed-up tone in her voice.
Lauren looked down at her closed book and shook her head.
“No, Miss. I wish that Mrs. McNamara had allowed me to drop Maths and do Sociology instead. I just don’t get it at all.” She continued to fidget with her hair, avoiding looking at her teacher.
Lauren’s teacher reached across and took the exercise book that the girl had been working in and opened it, flicking through the pages until she found what she was looking for. Her facial expressions confirmed to the sixth former that she had done everything wrong and was in for it. Clare did not help the situation by her repeated “tut!” coming from her mouth as she discovered that all of Lauren’s answers were either wrong or simply left blank.
“You have got everything wrong, Lauren. And after I had gone through how to do them with you.” The thirty-year-old teacher closed the thin book gently and placed it back on the girl’s desk.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I just don’t get Maths at all.” Lauren Halliday knew how to play her teacher and put on her best upset face and started to sniff and sob.
Clare O’Driscoll was having none of it.
“Stop that now, young lady or we’ll be taking a trip to Mrs. McNamara’s office again.” She got to her feet and looked down on the small, blonde-haired girl.
Miss O’Driscoll shook her head at the sixth form girl and placed her hands on her hips. She really was letting her class of high-achieving girls down and Clare knew that her methods of dragging those struggling students through their exams had never failed to deliver in the past. This time, Lauren Halliday was going to receive another dose of “encouragement” to help her to master the mathematical skills she needed in order to achieve her target grade. Clare O’Driscoll smiled at the blonde-haired sixth former, who continued to sniff and sob quietly although no tears were falling from her eyes. She turned and walked to the front of her classroom and opened the doors to the tall cupboard that stood to the right-hand side of the room.
Lauren knew what was coming her way and looked down at her table. She had been punished by her dark-haired Maths teacher three times already that year. To be honest, Clare O’Driscoll was one of the gentler teachers at St. Katherine’s School when it came to administering punishments, and the eighteen-year-old girl didn’t mind a spanking from her if it meant that she could go home soon afterwards.
The tall, slim Maths Mistress rummaged around in the cupboard for a few moments before bringing out the implements that she needed. She closed the doors to the wooden cupboard quietly and walked the short distance to the front row of student desks where she laid her thick wooden ruler, small oval-shaped leather paddle (identical to the one which Head Girl Kim Campbell had spanked Lauren with earlier that year for failing to attend a netball fixture) and her school strap. Clare took a deep breath and turned back to her desk where she pulled out her leather-backed chair, rolling it across the floor until she had it where she wanted it. She sat down and ironed the creases from her short black skirt which had risen up revealing her long and shapely legs.
Clare O’Driscoll smiled to herself. She had continued to wear short skirts at work most days despite being asked not to do so by Michelle Smith, who was the Head of the Maths Department and, most recently, by Laura Hatton, who as well as being the Head of Music was the Assistant Head Mistress in charge of staff well-being. She carefully adjusted the sleeves of her long-sleeved grey cotton blouse and placed her large hands, which the girls referred to as “shovels”, in her lap.
“Okay, Lauren. I think you need another dose of encouragement, don’t we?” Clare stared at the girl who raised her head.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I just don’t get Maths,” Lauren Halliday sniffed.
The thirty-year-old Maths Mistress smiled at the blonde-haired girl. Clare shuffled around on her comfortable leather chair as she felt her juices starting to flow. She could feel that she was becoming hot at the thought of having the eighteen-year-old girl across her knee once again. Clare O’Driscoll licked her lips.
“Well, I think you better come and stand here, young lady and get your skirt and knickers off – you know what’s coming your way seen as this is the fourth time that I’ve had to spank you this year.” The teacher stared at the girl before she continued.
“It's quite a record, Miss Halliday. And with your visits to other teachers and to the Head Girl’s room I imagine that you are close to becoming the most punished sixth former at St. Katherine’s School this year – Quite an honour, isn’t it, Lauren?”
The young lady fidgeted with her long blonde hair and tried to avoid looking at her teacher.
“Get up and come here and take that skirt and your knickers off, young lady!” Clare raised her voice slightly.
Eventually, Lauren Halliday slid her chair away from her desk and got to her feet, slowly walking to the front of the classroom where Clare O’Driscoll was sat. Once she had covered the distance in sixteen short steps, she stood to Clare’s left-hand side and looked down at the dark-haired Maths Mistress, who looked up at her.
“Come on, Lauren. You know the routine better than most at this school. Do not waste my time,” she said softly before smiling at the girl.
The short, blonde-haired sixth form student slowly and carefully removed her navy St. Katherine’s Girls School blazer and folded it up, placing it on the desk next to where Clare had laid the ruler, paddle and strap. Next, she kicked off her shiny black leather school shoes and bent down to pick them up before placing them in the aisle between the rows of desks. Lauren bit her lip nervously, as Clare continued to stare at her. The eighteen-year-old sixth former reached behind her and unzipped her black pleated school skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor before she stepped out of it, reached down to pick it up and folded it neatly, placing it on top of her school blazer.
She was sure that she saw Miss O’Driscoll licking her lips but ignored that and slipped her small hands down the sides of her white, regulation school knickers and slowly removed them, carefully stepping out of them before placing them on top of her skirt and blazer that were lying on the desk. She stood there in just her white school blouse and striped school tie, her small breasts standing out proudly underneath. Lauren was aware that her Maths teacher was looking at her vagina, which was on show and continued to sob and sniff quietly.
“Pick up the ruler and paddle from that desk and hand them to me, young lady.” Clare removed her hands from her lap and sat back in the comfortable padded leather chair.
Lauren Halliday obeyed and turned back to the desk, picking up the requested implements in her left hand before returning them to her teacher, who had her right hand outstretched awaiting them. Miss O’Driscoll smiled before placing the ruler and paddle on the carpeted floor next to her right ankle.
“Right, Lauren. Let’s see if I can’t encourage you to try harder in my lesson. Over my knee, you go. Hands flat on the floor and no fuss or I’ll be emailing Ms. Storey about your apparent lack of effort. Are we clear?” The young Maths teacher smiled as the girl stepped close to her.
“Yes, Miss O’Driscoll. Please don’t tell Ms. Storey. I’ll try harder – I promise,” she replied frantically.
Lauren walked around to Clare’s right-hand side, the teacher indicating where she wanted the girl to stand by pointing with her large right hand.
The thirty-year-old teacher smiled as the sixth former reached across and slowly lowered herself over Clare’s small lap. The young lady placed her hands flat on the floor next to the ruler and paddle that were going to be used across her bottom. She shuffled around until she was comfortable and began to worry that she might wet herself as her bare skin rubbed against her teacher’s stocking-clad legs. Miss O’Driscoll placed her large left hand on the girl’s lower back and began rubbing the cold, pale white buttocks with her right hand. She smiled as she felt the girl push her crotch harder against her knees and gave Lauren’s private parts a quick touch with her fingers.
“Right, young lady. Take your punishment like a good St. Katherine’s girl or I will have to get Miss Downey, Ms. Smith, Mrs. McNamara and Ms. Storey involved,” Clare said softly, giving Lauren’s vagina a final stroke.
“Yes, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll try harder, I promise,” Lauren Halliday replied frantically.
The tall Maths Mistress raised her large and heavy right hand in the air and paused, thinking about where to land her first blow. Once she was happy, she used the strength in her left hand to apply more pressure to the eighteen-year-old girl’s back, pushing her down and raising her small bottom higher. Without a sound, or without warning, Clare brought her right hand down across the lower part of Lauren’s bottom, ending its short journey with a loud “Smack!”
The sound echoed around the large classroom and Miss O’Driscoll smiled as she watched the girl’s small buttocks wobble. The eighteen-year-old sixth former gasped with pain but tried to maintain her composure. She had been spanked the previous school year by her then-Maths Mistress and Head of Year Twelve, Ms. Michelle Smith and also by the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. McNamara and they both spanked exceptionally hard. She had taken their punishments relatively well so she could take one from “shovel-handed COD” as the girls referred to Clare in private. Lauren had also been spanked and smacked twelve times with the oval-headed leather paddle by her friend, and Head Girl, Kim Campbell before so there was nothing to worry about.
Clare unintentionally made a moaning sound as she exhaled and opened her legs slightly. Lauren Halliday pushed her crotch into her teacher’s silky stockings and awaited the continuation of her punishment. Miss O’Driscoll took her left hand from the girl’s back and swept her long brown hair back behind her left ear before returning her hand to the sixth former’s back. She rubbed the small bottom lying defenceless over her knee before her for a moment and then raised her right hand in the air, bringing it down with a loud “Slap!” a moment later.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The Maths Mistress laid out half a dozen hard spanks across the centre of Lauren’s bottom.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The girl’s right bum cheek received a visit from the heavy right hand of Miss O’Driscoll.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Clare evened up the treatment on the eighteen-year-old’s left buttock.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
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“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
The dark-haired Maths Mistress unleashed a frantic burst of slaps across every inch of the sixth former’s bare bottom over a period of about thirty seconds. She had mastered this over her five years at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School after witnessing her Head of Department and Assistant Head of Year Thirteen, Ms. Michelle Smith administer such a punishment to a girl who had constantly misbehaved in Clare’s lessons during her first year of teaching at the school. She paused for a few moments, giving Lauren a chance to catch her breath before administering another thirty-second burst.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
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Again, Clare O’Driscoll paused and ran her large right hand over Lauren Halliday’s bottom. The small, pale buttocks had been replaced by a bottom that was a mixture of deep shades of red and pink. It was hot to the touch and she had obviously started to get her message through to the sixth form girl, who was draped over her teacher’s lap, sniffing and sobbing loudly. As she looked down over the back of the head of the blonde-haired Lauren Halliday, Clare could see that her light-coloured carpet was starting to show dark water stains where the girl’s tears had fallen onto the floor. She decided to go for one final quick-fire burst, before moving on with Lauren’s punishment.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
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“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
This time, the teacher targeted Lauren’s thighs and backs of legs, which were turned a bright shade of pink in no time at all. The eighteen-year-old girl struggled to take it, squirming for all she was worth, but she managed to avoid annoying her young teacher. The pain in her bottom and thighs would be nothing compared what she would experience if she ended up being taken along to Ms. Smith or Mrs. McNamara or, worse still, Ms. Storey, as a result of not taking her punishment like a good St. Katherine’s girl. Finally, the spanking stopped, and the sixth former felt Clare place her right hand on her lower back. Her punishment was over – for the moment.
“Right, young lady. I want you to pass my leather paddle to me and I’m going to give you twelve smacks with it. Do you understand, girl?” Miss O’Driscoll asked coldly.
Lauren continued to sniff and sob, her tears continuing to hit the floor in front of her regularly. Her bottom was sore and hot and her attempts to move around whilst over Clare’s lap were futile due to the Maths Mistress’ strength. Eventually, Lauren Halliday had stopped sobbing enough to put a coherent reply together.
“S-sorry, M-Miss O’Driscoll,” she sobbed shaking her head as more tears fell onto the carpet below.
The eighteen-year-old girl looked to her right and saw the tan-coloured, leather oval-shaped paddle and picked it up in her right hand, reaching behind her and holding it out for her teacher. Clare O’Driscoll smiled as she took it gently from the sixth former and began tapping the small leather implement against Lauren’s already sore bottom. The young Maths teacher was not as confident when using implements to discipline the girls over her lap and simply tapped Lauren’s hot and red bottom with the small, solid leather paddle.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
The first half a dozen smacks with Clare’s paddle did not hurt as much as Lauren Halliday had anticipated. She was so pleased that she was being punished by the young Maths Mistress, as opposed to Ms. Storey, who administered punishments at full force no matter what implement she was using. The eighteen-year-old sixth former moved around on Clare O’Driscoll’s stocking-clad knees and took the twelve smacks with relative ease.
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
“Smack!”
Miss O’Driscoll held the small oval-headed leather paddle in her right hand and admired the small bottom lying over her lap in front of her. It was a satisfying shade of red and was giving off a great deal of heat. Lauren Halliday had started to calm down and her sniffs and sobs had become few and far between.
“Up you get, you naughty girl and go and bend over the desk at the front of the class, please.” She stroked Lauren’s blonde hair with her left hand.
She sat back in her chair and waited as the eighteen-year-old sixth former got awkwardly to her feet. Lauren rubbed her sore bottom with both hands as she stood to her teacher’s right-hand side. Clare remained silent and simply stared at the short, blonde-haired schoolgirl, who eventually turned and walked over to the first row of student desks and bent over them, placing her hands on the chair that was underneath.
Out of Lauren’s view, Clare O’Driscoll got to her feet and adjusted her skirt so that it ended just above her knees. She walked across to Lauren Halliday and grabbed the girl around her slim waist with her left hand, pulling her close into her grey cotton blouse. She measured her thick, thirty-centimetre ruler across the backs of the girl’s legs and calves in front of her and smiled to herself. She really did love slapping naughty students on their bare legs, especially when they did not expect it.
“Now, young lady. You will receive twelve smacks with the ruler on the backs of your legs and I want no fuss or struggling, do you understand?” Miss O’Driscoll pressed the nasty piece of wood against Lauren’s right thigh and waited.
Lauren Halliday winced. She did not mind being hand spanked or paddled by Clare, but this was one part of the all too familiar punishment ritual with her Maths Teacher that she really hated. It was unpleasant. It hurt and more importantly, there would be no way of hiding it from the other teachers at St. Katherine’s, her friends, or worse still, her mother. She thought about pleading with the thirty-year-old Maths Mistress, but it was too late. Even before she could open her mouth to plead for mercy, Clare had tightened her grip around her waist and had rapped out the first half a dozen smacks. They landed, alternately, on the backs of her thighs.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
Lauren began to shout out and the sniffs, sobs and tears had returned. Clare simply held her tighter around her waist and took aim against her delicate calves. Within seconds she had completed this painful part of the girl’s punishment.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
The small, blonde-haired sixth former was crying uncontrollably, and Miss O’Driscoll wasted no time in moving onto the final part of the girl’s punishment. She released her grip around Lauren’s slim waist and placed her ruler gently on the desk where she had placed the school strap. The young Maths Mistress picked up the two-foot long piece of leather and took a deep breath. She checked the clock on the wall at the back of the classroom. 3.45pm. She really needed to get this done quickly and leave work by 4pm in order to make dinner with her friends, which she had arranged for that evening. She ignored Lauren Halliday’s sobs and decided to get this punishment over with.
“Six strokes with my strap, young lady and then we’re finished.” Miss O’Driscoll measured out the thick leather strap out across Lauren’s burning bottom before continuing.
“Then I’ll record it in Ms. Storey’s Punishment Register and then you can take those questions home and complete them for tomorrow morning. We’ll see how you do with them and if there is no improvement then maybe I will have to ask Ms. Smith to have a word with you.”
Clare smiled. She had to admit that she wouldn’t mind being punished by her Head of Department herself. Michelle Smith was an extremely sexy woman, who had the most impressive pair of breasts and was extremely sexual. She shook the thought from her head and concentrated on Lauren’s bottom that was lying in front of her, awaiting the finale to her punishment. Miss O’Driscoll took her strap back across her right shoulder and paused. She took a deep breath before bringing the severe piece of tan-coloured leather whistling through the air. It landed less than a second later across the centre of Lauren Halliday’s already burning bottom.
“Swish” was followed shortly afterwards by a “crack!” that echoed around the large classroom.
A few moments later and Clare administered the second stroke.
“Swish” and then a loud “crack!”
“Swish” and then a second later, a loud “crack!”
Lauren was crying loudly but tightened her grip on the chair that was under the desk over which she was bent. She wanted her punishment to be over and not give her teacher an excuse to award her extra strokes.
“Swish” followed shortly after another painful “crack!” as the fourth stroke cut into her buttock and thigh.
“Swish” followed by a painful “crack!” as Lauren’s right bum cheek received a solid swipe with the nasty piece of leather.
Clare O’Driscoll paused and leaned in close to inspect the girl’s bottom. It was hot to the touch and was a mix of bright reds and pinks. Her thighs and backs of legs were red in places where the ruler had connected with her bare skin. The teacher smiled and stood up, placing her strap back over her right shoulder. This was brought down heavily a second later, announcing its arrival against Lauren’s bottom with a final, and most painful, “Swish” “crack!”
Lauren Halliday shouted out and her cries became louder. She wriggled and squirmed around, still bent over the desk, trying to get away from the pain that her Maths Mistress had ignited in her small bottom.
Miss O’Driscoll left the girl bent over the desk while she busied herself by cleaning her implements and then returning them to her cupboard. She returned her chair to its place behind her desk and tapped out a quick email on her computer to inform Jasmine Storey and Nicola McNamara about Lauren’s punishment. After a few minutes, she closed her computer down and had gathered up her things and was ready to leave. She walked across to Lauren, who was still bent over the desk, sobbing and sniffing loudly.
“Get dressed, Lauren and I expect to see that sheet completed first thing tomorrow morning. Do you understand?” She stroked the girl’s back gently with her large right hand.
The eighteen-year-old sixth form student slowly got to her feet and turned to face her teacher, rubbing her hot bottom with her hands constantly.
“Yes, Miss O’Driscoll,” she sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her right hand.
Lauren Halliday dressed awkwardly and within five minutes was presentable in her St. Katherine’s Girls’ School uniform. She had also gathered up her books and pencil case, stuffing them quickly into her school bag.
“I’d get to the toilets and clean your face before you leave school if I was you,” Clare smiled as she opened the door to her classroom and walked out into the corridor.
The tall Maths Mistress waited for Lauren to join her in the corridor before closing the door quietly. She turned and walked down the corridor and towards the main reception. The eighteen-year-old girl headed in the opposite direction and towards the toilets in the sixth form block. As Clare O’Driscoll was entering the details of Lauren’s latest detention and punishment in the Punishment Register at the main reception, Lauren Halliday saw Miss Downey coming out of Mrs. McNamara’s office and heading back to her classroom. She smiled as she noticed Lauren.
“Hello, sweetie. Why are you still here so late?” Helen smiled.
“Detention with Miss O’Driscoll. Sorry, Miss.” Lauren, like most of the girls in 13 HDY, loved Helen Downey and did not want to upset her.
“Did you get spanked again?” Miss Downey asked softly noticing Lauren’s tear-stained face.
Lauren Halliday turned and raised her black school skirt, revealing the red marks that her Maths Mistress’ ruler had left on the backs of her legs and calves.
“Ouch!” Helen exclaimed and unintentionally took hold of Lauren’s left hand.
“Do you want me to put some cream on that, dear?” Helen smiled sweetly and was already gently leading the sixth former towards her classroom.
“Yes, please, Miss Downey,” the eighteen-year-old replied excitedly in between her sniffing.
Once they had covered the small distance to Helen’s classroom, Miss Downey waited for Lauren to enter and closed the door quietly behind them. She hurried across to her desk and opened the top left-hand drawer where she brought out a tube of cooling cream. She walked back across to Lauren and smiled at the small eighteen-year-old, who was still an inch taller than the diminutive History teacher.
“Take your blazer and your skirt and knickers off, Lauren and then bend over that table,” she instructed quietly but smiled as the sixth former hurried to get undressed.
Within a moment, Lauren Halliday had once again removed her blazer, her shoes, skirt and knickers and was facing Helen Downey. She had heard about how Miss Downey soothed the girls after their punishments and had no reason to doubt what Karen, Abbie, Charlotte and Katherine had told the other girls about what Helen had done to them after they had been spanked by her. Lauren lowered herself over the front row of desks and stuck her red and throbbing bottom high in the air.
Miss Downey smiled as she saw Lauren’s well-punished bottom. She flipped open the cap of the tube of cream and squirted a good amount into her right hand, placing the tube on the table next to where Lauren Halliday was lying. Miss Downey covered the eighteen-year-old’s bottom with the cream and massaged the hot and red buttocks slowly and gently, listening to Lauren’s gentle moans as she was becoming aroused. Helen could also feel herself becoming turned on and smiled as she took another handful of cream and dealt with the redness on the backs of Lauren Halliday’s legs. After five minutes, Helen was finished but continued to stroke the girl’s bottom with her hand.
Lauren turned her head to look at Helen. She wanted the same treatment as her friends had received at the hands of sweet Miss Downey.
“Miss, will you do what you did to Abbie for me, please?” Lauren Halliday stared at her Form Mistress.
Helen knew what the girl meant and definitely wanted to masturbate the blonde-haired eighteen-year-old, who she liked a lot. She decided to play ignorant.
“I don’t know what you mean, Lauren. What has Abbie told you?” Helen’s right hand moved from the sixth former’s bottom to her vagina. She could feel the dampness.
Lauren Halliday gasped and then smiled at her young form mistress.
“She said you pleasured her after she had been spanked in the hall the other week, Miss,” the girl moaned as Helen placed her finger slightly inside her vagina.
Helen smiled sweetly.
“Pleasured her? And how am I supposed to have done that, sweetie?” Helen Downey smiled and pushed her finger further inside Lauren’s pussy.
Lauren’s moans became louder and her breathing became heavier as her teacher touched every inch of her.
“Make me cum, Miss. Please, Miss Downey!” The eighteen-year-old began to raise her voice but realised where she was and managed to contain herself.
Miss Downey leaned over and kissed Lauren Halliday on the back of her neck and touched the girl’s breasts through her white school blouse. She continued to rub Lauren’s pussy, moving her fingers forwards and backwards, firstly slowly, then quicker and quicker, until the sixth former was gasping for breath. Helen was sweating and extremely aroused but concentrated on the eighteen-year-old, smiling as she came, the girl silencing her orgasmic scream by placing her right hand in her mouth and muffling the sound.
Helen Downey left her fingers inside Lauren’s moist vagina for a few moments before bringing them out gently. She calmly picked up her tube of gel from the desk and returned it to her drawer. Lauren Halliday lay face down over the desk, legs spread and bottom on show for a few minutes before slowly getting to her feet. She was exhausted and took an age to dress herself.
“Now. You best get yourself to the toilet and clean yourself up. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie.” Helen sat down behind her desk and reached for an exercise book to mark.
Lauren headed to the door of the classroom and opened it slowly, all the time looking at twenty-three-year-old Helen Downey. She was so glad that she had believed her friends and hoped for a repeat performance with the sweet and gentle History Mistress in her final term at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School. Helen had typed an email before she went home that evening. She had explained to her counsellor that it had happened again and that she needed a firmer course of treatment to help her this time. Once she had arrived home, she had locked the front door behind her and headed upstairs where she had masturbated on her bed until her urges had been taken care of.
This was it. The time had come.Helen Downey walked down the corridor of the Sixth Form block with the Head of Sixth Form, Nicola McNamara. The older lady was the Head of St. Katherine’s Girls’ Sixth Form and had spent time during each of the previous two inset days helping Helen sort anything out that she needed.“They’re a lovely form class, Helen. All nice girls who are generally high achievers. You’ll get no problems from them and they will look after you, I’m sure.” Mrs. McNamara looked back...
SpankingWhen I was s*******n, I had my next interesting sexual encounter. It came from a most unexpected source, my maths teacher. I had long been battling with my maths, I just could not get the concept of trigonometry into my head, and it was adversely affecting my maths mark. It didn’t help that I found my maths teacher mildly attractive. Mrs Lee was in her early forties I reckon, with bleached blonde hair, and curves in all the right places. I used to sit in class and watch her as her body moved...
Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...
Group SexHi friends, unga comments ellam paayhen rmba santhosam idhu ennudaiya threesome experience and sex story. Innum oru thagaval inge naan podra stories and inime podapora stories ellame true incidents not a story Ennoda mudhal sex ku piragu naan sex pathina ninaipugaloda thaan irundhen en sir um enna summa vidala kaanja maadu maathiri en unachigala usupi vittute iruppar muthal sex ku apram tution enna muthal aala vara sollidvaar tuition mudinju 1 hour apram thaan poven thinamim edhavathu oru kaama...
I was a part of our college football team and had practice that afternoon. I arrived at the locker room to change and saw this skinny older guy. He was wearing spectacles and talking to coach. That was the first time I saw Laurent. Later I found out that he was a visiting Maths professor. He taught at the university. We slowly became friends, even though we were from opposite spectrum. I was a jock and he was more interested in theorems. Everything seems so good so far right? It went way too...
GayHello friends, how are you? Your author came back with his ‘‘ series. I hope all the horny hard boys and sexy wet girls are enjoying their life. And I thank all the people who messaged me and showered their compliments on my previous stories. I am Dr. Gautam from Hyderabad. I am 6 feet in height and have an athletic body, but with my sedentary life, gained little pounds. Anyone who wants to compliment about my stories can contact me on my email. Last month, I was going through my Facebook and...
Hi, My name is Raj and I am a 26-year-old guy from South part of Karnataka . I am an average built 5.7″ height. This sex story happened back in 2010 when I was studying for degree in a reputed college away from home. I and my few native friends took a home for rent to stay which is very near to our college. I was in second year Business Management degree which had a statisticS subject which relates to maths in the 4th semester. My Maths lecturer name is Namitha madam I still call her with...
Hi i am nitin. this incident happened to my friend. on behalf of him i am going to tell you this story This is a real story. My name is Ramen and I am from Calcutta. This incident happened when I was in 2nd standard. Generally my mom used to teach me all subjects and she was a teacher of a school. In the final exam of 1st standard I scored poor marks in maths. So, my parents decided that I should have private tuitions mainly from maths. As, my parents were working the whole day there was no one...
It was a sunny Monday afternoon, and Gemma couldn't wait for last lesson, Maths. She was the first to arrive, as normal, and sat down at her seat, waiting for her friends to arrive. Maths was her favourite lesson, because she was OK at it, and she had an amazingly good looking young teacher. Gemma had always wanted him, and she made sure he knew that. Every lesson she'd torture him, until at one point he'd stop in the middle of the class trying to control himself. He was a married man, and...
Straight SexI’m good at my job. That’s what got me into trouble.The New York State Library found a partial copy of William Blake's First Book of Urizen, and they called a team of experts to authenticate it. I was one of those experts and I was the only one to identify it as a clever fake. It turns out, I was right. That’s what made me famous in the world of rare book antiquities.Six months later, my supervisor at the Boston Public Library, Mr. Matthews, told me that a well-preserved copy of the 1455...
ReluctanceHi friends, idhu enudaiya foursome experience aana enudaiya threesome experience ku sariyaana varaverpu illa adhai thavara vittavargalukku idho link above. Ennoda muthal threesome ku p naan knjam udal reethiya knjam kastangala anubavichen adhukku maruthuva uthavigala en sir thaan pannar knjam knjama cure aanen minimum 1month andha ranam irundhaalum avar en mulaigala kasakurathum en uthatta suvaikirathum vidala Oru fine evening la tution mudinjathum fulla kiss aparam mulai kasakkal thaan koranji...
I passed out from one of the iit’s, and this is my attempt at penning down my experiences trying to change the fit-nerdy label. This is the first of many to come, hope you like it. I now work in Bangalore with a top mnc. This is a real life story and dates back to 2010 when I was in class 10th but was 18 at the time. I was studying in an all-boys catholic school in Delhi. I was pretty much the average guy, even with academics. I was the guy who was mostly overlooked for any event or...
Hi fellas, this is Ronn again from Delhi with a new story which involves me & my maths teacher (Ankita). Thanks to this wonderful platform where we can share our hidden desires and secrets. About me, I’m a normal guy from Delhi with a 5-inch tool and the lady in the story is Ankita who is from Delhi. She was 24 years old with fair complexion and vital stats of 34-30-32. This is an old story when I was in 11th class and being a student who’s always having fun around and was poor in studies, my...
It was Friday and the college seemed to be busier than usual. The students as well as the teachers were equally excited as it was their last day before they go on for a one week Christmas and New Year vacation. The classes were buzzing with the plans that the students were discussing and the staff room was full of loud cheers made by the teachers discussing their next year resolutions and new year plans. The Maths teacher John, looked at his watch, it was 3:00 pm. The college was about to get...
I was studying in diploma when this happened with me. I was very week in maths as a result I had failed my first exam. So my parents got worried and the very next day they came to my college to talk to my maths teacher. She is young around 24 at that time. Her figure is 34d-26-34 a perfect hourglass shape. I used to constantly stare her when she was teaching in classes. That’s the main reason that I had failed in the subject. Not only me but many of my friends too. So coming back now so my...
First of all I thank all the ISS readers who write write stories in this site .this is my first story.please forgive me if there is any mistakes… first of all I’m ashok kumar, age 20 this happened while I am studying in 12th standard, basically I’m an athlete with height of 6 feet and slim body.any girls or aunts who interested to have sex chat or sex can contact me 100% privacy guaranteed.. Heroine of this story is sree she is aged 27.I have written in this story in more parts.while i’m...
I am a graduate from Bangalore and when I was studying my final year. I had one nice experience and want to share with you. Bindu Madam teaches us Maths. She is plum but very good looking with sharp nose and she appears very sexy to me and her sexy figure drives me crazy. She got 36 D size, firm and protruding boobs, which drive me crazy. She got big buttocks, which I crave for. I fantasize about fucking her and masturbate almost every night by banging my cock to the pillow thinking that it is...
Hi friends myself Sanjay I am sharing my first story with you.This is the story when I lost my virginity to my hot teacher. I was in 10 standard which was board class. I was an average student. I was nice looking average built guy. Girls were my good friends But still I doesn’t have any girlfriend or you can say that they were not so close. Mrs. Aakriti was our Maths teacher. She was married for one year and new in our school. she has damn sexy figure. Any guy can flatter on her at one look....
Hello everyone, a warm welcome to all. I wish all horny bastards and bitches a very happy new year. The college has reopened after the Christmas vacation in Bangalore and is full of teachers and students with their chatters and gossips on how they spent their new year vacation. The Maths teacher John knew that he has found his fuck doll on the campus in the form of his hot student Riya and that he can fuck her anytime. She has been sending him nudes all through the vacation and had promised him...
It was a sunny Monday afternoon, and Gemma couldn’t wait for last lesson, Maths. She was the first to arrive, as normal, and sat down at her seat, waiting for her friends to arrive. Maths was her favourite lesson, because she was OK at it, and she had an amazingly good looking young teacher. Gemma had always wanted him, and she made sure he knew that. Every lesson she’d torture him, until at one point he’d stop in the middle of the class trying to control himself. He was a married man, and...
Hey! ISS readers This is a real story that happened to me in Chennai I’m 22-year-old guy with height 6’1″with fair skin and athletic body and a fairly good size dick to please any girl or woman, and I’m doing engineering in Kerala now.And basically from Kerala so any woman who wants to get laid please do call me and please forgive me for any mistakes from my side. I know the story is kind of long but I have put in the effort to write down all the details that had taken place and I assure u it...
Hello guys mera nam ls(nickname) ye btt jb ki h jb me 12th me tha meri ek maths teacher thi vo shyd 2nd ya 3rd year me hogi uss time btt dikhne me a-1 unka 36-28-32 ka fig. Tha vo bhi bht muskil se btaya tha unhone… Uss time hmari 12th ki preboards chl rhi thi and mene dummy le rkha tha tho syllabus me bht problem jati me state boards me and tyari me iit ki krr rha tha and iit me aapko pta hi h ki mains me kha se aata hai.. Tho unsse aksrr me puchta rhta ki ye kya h mam ye kese or yee voo kbhi...
Hello ISS Readers. This is Harsh, 23 years of age. About 5’7″ well built from Bangalore. I am a regular reader of ISS stories for past 4 years and like them a lot. Any aunty or young girls from Bangalore interested in having fun, extra marital affair contact me at This is the story which happened with me when I was in 11th. Let me describe Amisha (The girl of my dreams). She was my classmate and has a well built physique of 36-28-32. Her boobs were pointy like ice cream cone. Anybody who sees...
I was at studying 8th std. She used to teach maths. Her name is rupa. She was mallu with sexy figure.She is little bit black, but owesome structure. She had nice point boobs. Her ass is plumpy. Her figure is 34-32-36. She always wears chudidhar. I was a good student. I used to get good marks always. When she came to take class, i always get excited. From that day, i started losing interest in studies. I always looked at her boobs and plumpy ass. She use to take us jovial. First i started...
It was 3 pm in the afternoon on a friday. As instructed by nair mam, i reached doorvani complex, where she stayed, with all the notes of maths 5 i had. Nair mam was the m5 lecturer in our college. On my request she had agreed to coach me, To help me get through m5 at least this time. I had already cleared the final year, but somehow could not get past this subject. I wasn’t that bad; yet the marks would never read 40! She opened the door with a smile. She was known to be rude in college. But...
She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved this wash, the way it lathered up thick and white with her body pouf sponge, the way it made her feel human...
Straight SexHi guys!I am Pranav(real name).Last time I told u my sexperience with my Masi(IN incest) as Naman(changed my name)..As u know I live in Delhi and lost my virginity to my hot MASI.Now it is my maths teacher of school.She must be around 45-46 yrs old with humoungous tits,a round ass but is a little fat.I am 5’8 with a 7′ cock.All d guys in my class used to make fun of her figure but I used to respect her.She taught me from class 8 to 10.All 3 yrs I was a very good student of Math scoring above...
Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore.Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the...
HardcoreThis is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as I'm credited as the author, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged...
I must have slept for fourteen hours that night. The week before was very tough and my schedule was completely out of whack. By the time Friday night rolled around all I wanted to do was sleep. It was 11:00 am Saturday morning by the time I woke. By then, I felt as fresh and rested as I had in weeks. It's amazing what a good night's sleep will do for a man.I rolled over onto my back, enjoying the morning sun that filtered through my blinds. I stretched out and before I consciously realized it,...
MasturbationShe greeted me in just a towel and that's where the plans started... Hello friends,my name is Sroyon.I am from Kolkata.I am now 20 years old.I would like to share with you an incredibly wonderful sexual adventure which I experienced when I was 18 years old. I was in 12th standard when my parents insisted I join a maths class because I was poor in math.They enrolled me in a private tuition which I had to attend every day for the next six months.Next morning I went to the tutors house which was a...
TeenageLaney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit. Rigour, determination, guts – that’s the only kinda newspaperman to be. Or newspaperwoman. Remember that.” He’d...
Hardcore“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.” I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. My mind immediately substituted “cum” for “come” and… anyway, yeah I guess I was probably one of...
HardcoreShe was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...
Quickie SexZone Defense, written as Gavin E. BlackChapter OneNathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of college at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity football teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up. The truth of the matter, Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his...
Gay MaleMy heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel, The Hazelton, just like beacon lights leading me towards the precipice of a decision I still wasn’t sure...
ReluctanceSo these won’t really be like stories. At least not yet since I don’t really know how to make up stuff like the writers on here. It will be more like a diary or a blog to tell you about the sex things and other things in my life. This first diary entry I’m gonna give you some background so you understand why I picked this guy for my first time. So this happened yesterday and I’m writing quite fast because I’m so excited so if I spell stuff wrong or whatever, hey it’s my first story ok? So...
First Time“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...
AnalThe first shot struck Jennifer under the chin. That one came from Lawrence. She was still yelping when Trent’s delivery took her full in the face, filling her mouth and blinding her in an explosion of thick white. She spat and wiped her eyes clear, then pursued her boyfriend, scooping snow as she ran. Trent taunted as he fled, but stumbled knee-deep in a drift. “Bastard!” She laughed as she pelted him, then pushed him over while he was still off-balance. He pulled her with him and they rolled...
Group SexShe needed to have her senses challenged, to feel nature close to her; she didn’t want to hug-a-tree, she wanted the trees to hug her. Feeling more at home sitting on the wooden staircase than anywhere else, she observed the door that lead out into the front of the property. She stared, admiring the beauty of the oak grain, before raising her head to look up to the small window above the door frame. Before she arrived at her new home in a new state with her family, watching wispy clouds drift...
MasturbationI escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...
Straight Sex“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group Sex“You’re such a whore, Shelby! But that’s still fucking hot…” Chelsie said as I briefly mentioned one particular aspect of my vacation to the Cayman Islands. “How were they? Big? Muscular? Come on, Shelby, details!” “Geez, let’s not be too demanding here. It was just sex on the beach with three incredibly hot guys! After all, I was on vacation…” I just stared at Chelsie, hoping she wouldn’t judge me for spilling the contents of my wild and dirty vacation. “Oh, please do tell! And you couldn’t...
Group SexChelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, glanced at her watch, and exhaled in relief. The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good morning, the words stuck in her throat. It was Liam, the gorgeous new...
Group SexFor the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...
SpankingAidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...
ReluctanceIt had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum.Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I told myself I just needed the help, but had I thought it through, I would...
TabooKailee knew she shouldn’t be here. He warned her of what would happen if she came into his space alone again. Shane, her father in-law was a good man, but he liked things his way. He wanted everything run his way. When Kailee and his son had to move back in with him and his wife while their place was being finished, the rules had been simple. Stay out of his office. Last week Kailee had been wandering around the large house, bored and looking for something to do. She walked down the hall and...
TabooI watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...
VoyeurAnna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...
Straight SexDamon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo. I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...
TabooDedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to...
TabooI think about it often and wish I'd had the guts to do something to carry it on at the time. When I was in my first year at high school I went on a school trip to Germany. It was only my second school trip away from home for more than just a day. We stayed in a small town not far from Munster, and spent a week in a school centre there. We stayed in a local hotel in rooms with 2 single beds in. In my room was my mate Phil. During the day we went on coach trips to various places like the Mohne...
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Hi all. This is Priya from Hyderabad. I am working as a software engineer in one of the TOP MNC’s. I am married last year. My husband also works in the same company. He is well built and good looking. We have a great sex life every day since the day we got married. I was a virgin when Ii was married and lost it to my lovely husband only. Since 4 years I was (am) following the ISS site and I am interested to write few sequences also. But all my stories are purely fake and only from my...
Hey friends, kya haal hai aap logo ka? Ye mera ISS me tisra story hai and I hope pehle balo story ke tarah ye vi acche lage by the way abb story me jate hai jyada bakbak karoonga to aplog bore ho jaoge me thik bola na? Mujhe mail karna mat vuliyega mai jab 12th me tha tab mai hostel me rehta tha. Hamare ek maths ma’am tha unki naam Madhbi thi wo bahut hi sundar thi aur sexy vi thi malik ke beti aur biwi ko Chodte chodte me bahut bara chodora ban gaya tha aur tab mai un dono ki chut ki maja...
Robyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...
MILFAnal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock...
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