Although I did have occasional boyfriends, none of them got further than the heavy petting stage so I remained secretly ‘busted’ but celibate unti... the moment this story begins. * It was Winter Term at school and the pressure was on! The English education system involves taking Advanced Level exams in three main subjects at the end of your final year, which is usually at the age of eighteen. Known as A Levels (please don’t laugh), they are all-important in that the University you go to, or. And, so, it was done and after eight painful swats had been meted out by Ms. Steam, the Cp Teacher had made bottom art and, nice boy they were not. “You should have thought about it”“Yes, ma’am I’ll stop talking!”The same distinct P-pow – Swat - CRACK! Sound reverberated around the empty classroom with an accompaniment from Charlotta’s bottom, “Owwwwahhh!” and then came the fart along with enough crying and whimpering to beat the band. Charlotta had farted!The request, order had left a distinct. He took up a new position kneelingbeside my face. I gripped his tool with my left hand and began kissingand licking the length of it. Marcus began to pull the pillow out fromunder my ass so I lifted myself up. He tossed it aside and put his handson the back of my knees bending my cunt up toward him. He was able toguide his cock back in place with just his hips and in no time he wasburied back to the hilt. He rocked his knees left and right a little bitto get into position and began fucking me. This time she felt the touch penetrate her clothing onto her breasts. Her nipples hardened. Her breathing quickened. ‘Where do you want me to touch you next?’ the voice whispered. ‘You know where,’ she replied. She felt as though she was floating, floating on a cloud. The touch moved from her breasts, down, down, to her most secret place, the source of so much pleasure. She gave a little yelp as the sensation moved onto her clit. She felt her clit and her pussy caressed, caressed with pure.