it carefully
on top of her pile of clothes, then stood erect with her hands by
her sides and closed her eyes - exactly as she had been instructed
to.
She waited, silently listening to the rustling leaves of the
trees around her and the distant hoot of an owl. Her body pulsed
with sexual excitement and she imagined at times that she could
hear him approach but nothing happened. It thrilled her to be left
waiting so, uncertain and expectant, hopeful and yet fearful, the
feelings accentuated her sexual arousal to a terrific height. The
thought of discovery, by another member of staff perhaps, instant
expulsion for sure should that happen but it simply added to the
thrill and the danger element.
She cried out softly at the feel of the hand suddenly touching
on her backside, a large hand, his hand, the fingers stroking and
feeling with a calm reverence. The girl stood still, her eyes still
closed, bathing in the sensations as his hand roamed all over the
mounds of her buttocks. She whimpered her pleasure as the long
fingers teased at the backs of her thighs, edging slowly downward
toward her sex. She shifted her feet apart to allow him access and
gasped as the fingertips brushed against the puffy lips of her
pussy.
"Dirty little slut," he hissed, his face close to her left
ear, "you dirty teasing little slut."
She almost came; the situation, the words, dirty words and
insults pushed her level of sexual arousal higher still and that
increased more so as one of his long fingers wormed its way up into
her wet pussy.
"Touch your toes, whore," he breathed excitedly.
The girl, with his finger still up inside her pussy complied,
whimpering as her internal muscles clamped around his thick digit
as he moved her body. She remained there, bent over at the waist
whilst he pumped his finger in and out of her pussy.
"Mmmm," she muttered and sighed, "So nice it
feels."
"Grasp your ankles," was his gruff reply.
The girl pressed her breasts against her knees and gripped her
ankles. She cried out as the palm of his hand slapped down onto her
bare buttocks to send a slapping sound echoing between the high
wall and the gardens buildings. Again the big hand slammed in and
then again, building a steady rhythm as he spanked the girl's bare
backside hard. Her body jolted under the heavy impact, the searing
pain burning deep in her flesh and down between her thighs to
further enflame her pussy lips.
Fifteen times he spanked her, moving to differing parts of her
buttocks on each time he landed his hand on her. It reddened and
warmed her, increasing her arousal and his, ready for the sex to
come. The headmaster allowed himself a long and luxurious feel of
her ample breasts with one hand and a stroking of her enflamed
pussy lips with the other before kneeling down behind her and
kissing at her moist inner lips.
The girl grunted and shivered as the feelings rushed through
her, the heady feel and the tingling sensations she experienced
were out of this world to her. She gasped as he began licking,
running his tongue up and down the slit of her pussy and dipping
the tip of his tongue up inside. She shuddered in pre-orgasm as he
formed his tongue into a soft firm wedge, gripped her hips with his
hands and then pushed fully up inside her wet tunnel.
The girl came, gurgling and shuddering as her orgasm ripped
through her, intensified by the tip of his nose pressing against
the puckered ring of her anus. Throughout her orgasm and for long
afterwards he licked and tasted her, dragging the flat of his
tongue, cat-like, over the tip of her throbbing clitoris at times
to send to even higher planes of sexual delight. It was oral
stimulation of the most wonderful kind; his expert tongue had
worked its magic to convince her that in future, sex without being
licked simply wouldn't be sex.
The headmaster withdrew and stood up, straightened the girl to
stand also and slipped a hand under her buttocks to cup the warmed
mound. He manoeuvred her to face the high
on top of her pile of clothes, then stood erect with her hands by
her sides and closed her eyes - exactly as she had been instructed
to.
She waited, silently listening to the rustling leaves of the
trees around her and the distant hoot of an owl. Her body pulsed
with sexual excitement and she imagined at times that she could
hear him approach but nothing happened. It thrilled her to be left
waiting so, uncertain and expectant, hopeful and yet fearful, the
feelings accentuated her sexual arousal to a terrific height. The
thought of discovery, by another member of staff perhaps, instant
expulsion for sure should that happen but it simply added to the
thrill and the danger element.
She cried out softly at the feel of the hand suddenly touching
on her backside, a large hand, his hand, the fingers stroking and
feeling with a calm reverence. The girl stood still, her eyes still
closed, bathing in the sensations as his hand roamed all over the
mounds of her buttocks. She whimpered her pleasure as the long
fingers teased at the backs of her thighs, edging slowly downward
toward her sex. She shifted her feet apart to allow him access and
gasped as the fingertips brushed against the puffy lips of her
pussy.
"Dirty little slut," he hissed, his face close to her left
ear, "you dirty teasing little slut."
She almost came; the situation, the words, dirty words and
insults pushed her level of sexual arousal higher still and that
increased more so as one of his long fingers wormed its way up into
her wet pussy.
"Touch your toes, whore," he breathed excitedly.
The girl, with his finger still up inside her pussy complied,
whimpering as her internal muscles clamped around his thick digit
as he moved her body. She remained there, bent over at the waist
whilst he pumped his finger in and out of her pussy.
"Mmmm," she muttered and sighed, "So nice it
feels."
"Grasp your ankles," was his gruff reply.
The girl pressed her breasts against her knees and gripped her
ankles. She cried out as the palm of his hand slapped down onto her
bare buttocks to send a slapping sound echoing between the high
wall and the gardens buildings. Again the big hand slammed in and
then again, building a steady rhythm as he spanked the girl's bare
backside hard. Her body jolted under the heavy impact, the searing
pain burning deep in her flesh and down between her thighs to
further enflame her pussy lips.
Fifteen times he spanked her, moving to differing parts of her
buttocks on each time he landed his hand on her. It reddened and
warmed her, increasing her arousal and his, ready for the sex to
come. The headmaster allowed himself a long and luxurious feel of
her ample breasts with one hand and a stroking of her enflamed
pussy lips with the other before kneeling down behind her and
kissing at her moist inner lips.
The girl grunted and shivered as the feelings rushed through
her, the heady feel and the tingling sensations she experienced
were out of this world to her. She gasped as he began licking,
running his tongue up and down the slit of her pussy and dipping
the tip of his tongue up inside. She shuddered in pre-orgasm as he
formed his tongue into a soft firm wedge, gripped her hips with his
hands and then pushed fully up inside her wet tunnel.
The girl came, gurgling and shuddering as her orgasm ripped
through her, intensified by the tip of his nose pressing against
the puckered ring of her anus. Throughout her orgasm and for long
afterwards he licked and tasted her, dragging the flat of his
tongue, cat-like, over the tip of her throbbing clitoris at times
to send to even higher planes of sexual delight. It was oral
stimulation of the most wonderful kind; his expert tongue had
worked its magic to convince her that in future, sex without being
licked simply wouldn't be sex.
The headmaster withdrew and stood up, straightened the girl to
stand also and slipped a hand under her buttocks to cup the warmed
mound. He manoeuvred her to face the high
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