Cynthia Bang savors Jordan's peter and gets reamed by it

“Ah, I see,” he agreed, “Never been buggered, an anal virgin in fact, well thank you very much Miss Williams, I feel I need to give this my personal attention.” Broadstairs had no idea what was to come when he went to see Miss Williams after Tea, “Trousers off Broadstairs,” she ordered, “ Mr Smallmerstone-Symes has suggested we find you a Butt Plug to work your passage.” “Oh no,” he replied, “No I won’t.” “Look if you have the plug you can practice fucking me instead of doing buggers until you’re ready,” she offered, “Now surely you won’t turn me down, remember, hell straight has no fury like a woman scorned.” “No, of course not,” he agreed and he quickly slipped his trousers and pants off. “Good,” Miss Williams agreed and she sat on the bed edge again. She lifted her short skirt pulled down her panties revealing her moist pussy once more. Hs cock quickly reared to full length shaved and in a moment she had guided him inside her once more. Her fingers were at his ass hole again as he humped and then quite suddenly he realised they were not alone, The Head, Oswald Smallmerstone-Smythe the fat loathsome pornstar sweaty malodourous though very well bred, alledgedly related to Queen Wilhemina of somewhere or other, and thoroughly creepy headmaster was standing there in his jacket and shirt tails. He looked ridiculous with his black socks and sock braces but no trousers or pants. The black hairs sprouted from his pink legs like something you find on a baboons backside. “Nice buttocks Broadstairs,” He said, “Very becoming, now brace lad while I fuck you.” Miss Williams removed her fingers from Broadstair’s passage and guided the head’s bulbous knob end against Broadstair’s ass hole. The head pushed, but hs knob slipped and all he did was push Broadstairs further into Miss Williams. “Oh fuck that’s good, do it again, fuck me,” she cried. “Miss Williams, you are supposed to be training the lad for buggery, not having an orgasm,” the head complained. “Ignore him, ride me, fuck me, I want to cum,” Miss Williams cried. The head tried again and once again only pushed Broadstairs cock further in to Miss Williams willing cunt as his knob end slipped once again. “Third time lucky,” he blowjob suggested but again his cock slipped but this time came to rest in Broasdtair’s ass crack which the head found to be quite an acceptable substitute as he began to hump his balls against Broadstirs tail bone. “Yes,” Miss Williams cried as the Head frantically humped Broadstairs and Broadstairs rhythmically and energetically fucked Miss Williams until the head shot a blob disgusting grey slime up broadstairs back under his shirt and Broadstairs in turn shot hs load in Miss Williams. “I say this won’t do at all,” the head complained, “You’re the first boy to deny me in thirty years at this school. You are a disgrace. Miss Williams, I want a two and a half inch butt plug in him tonight and a five inch by the weekend do you understand?” “I understand,” Miss Williams agreed, “I panties will work on it, in fact I think Broadstairs should be excused lessons for a couple of days so I can treat him properly.” She had bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and ripe, perky breasts. Two grotesque men held a vulnerable, dark skinned girl between them; her curvy figure beaten, her bruised thighs wrapped around the first of them like a belt as she complacently accepted his swollen meat. Then that's definitely not him; he doesn't have nearly that much pornstar control." Only her bra hung from its straps, but its presence only accentuated her nudity. “Goo Good. blowjob shaved He took me to the back room for more "inventory" of panties items that weren't often used. He wanted to go again but I was adamant that we had to closely maintain our time schedule. Soon I felt her orgasm build! In front of them was the UFO looking ominous and imposing silhouetted against the red Martian sky as they waited for some sign of life. Her hips thrashed wildly, the suit pumped furiously, and then he let out his own straight yell of triumph. Copyright 2018 by tcs1963 After lunch Jon decided that we’d better find a supermarket and get stocked up. Have you ever messed around or anything . . .