“I’m guilty! I’m guilty! I’m guilty!”The student dropped the belt on the stage floor. The headmistress put her arm around the student’s sh...ulders and together they walked off the stage.The teachers, who had been waiting at the edge of the stage, went over to the students still standing at the wall and adjusted their clothing. Then they walked with them off the stage leaving just slave example laying across the desk in the middle of the stage.Madam Featherstone came back up on stage and walked. Pushing me off her, she turned around and raised herself on all fours on the bed, presenting her ass to me for fucking. I quickly slammed my penis into her vagina again, making her resume her screaming. Her tits flopped around as I thrusted. I reached up and grabbed a breast in each hand, kissing her neck as I did. No sooner had I planted my first kiss then we both screamed again, our privates writing in the divine ecstasy of our love. “MORE!!! DO ME MORE!!!!!!!!” Carmen screamed. It felt like. His family lived near mine so we'd do overnights at each other's house fairly often. His dad flew for the Air force and would be gone quite a bit but his mom and 2 sisters were always around Matter of fact, sometime after this event happened I started doing some of the 1st serious petting, fingering, hand-job stuff with his sister, but that's not relevant to this story.Anyways, it was the 70's and women not wearing bras was way more common that it is now. His mom was often braless and, in the. Wo mere kaan k pass aayi or dheere se boli ki kisi ko iske baare me pata na lage. Or aah aah karne lagi mera lund par wo daba rahi thi or chain kholne lagi. Miane unki help ki or pant neeche utar di.Unhone meri t shirt or baniyan bhi utar diya or maine unki maxi. Oh kya batau wo anadr se itni gori thi or nipple black black maine jhat se ek chucha muh me le liya wo boli tujhe to lagta hai sab aata hai. Or mere lund ki anadr bahar karne lagi. Thodi der baar mujhe sofe per gira diya or mere upar.