Chloe sat nervously outside the headmaster’s office; not nervous because he frightened her – she wasn’t really frightened of anybody – but nervous because there was a lot at risk right now.
She had been sent there by that dried up old bitch Mrs Forrester, the old bat had it in for her just because Chloe was pretty and had such long legs and she was a fat old hag. Fatty Forrester would find any excuse to give her detention, send her to the Head man or whatever.
This was where Chloe’s problem lay and why she was so nervous. She was on her very last warning – had been for a while actually – and was at real risk of being expelled. There were no other punishments left to give her. Since caning was banned by the school Governors there were no other options available to the Headmaster. She was at the end of the road.
If she was expelled from here her aunt would probably cut her off, throw her out and worse of all cut her out of the will and cut off her supply of funds.
There really was a lot at stake – millions if she thought about it.
And it was all of her own making. If she could just be less naughty and stay out of trouble for a while she would have a chance. It’s not that she was a trouble maker really, just never known to refuse a dare, always the first with a smart remark. That is what had been the problem today; that and Fatty Forrester’s bitterness and jealousy.
Chloe sat on the hard wooden chair in the corridor outside the Headmaster’s study and played with the pleating of her grey school skirt. With her knees tightly together – she didn’t need a black mark for bad posture as well – she could feel her sheer tights rubbing together.
She loved tights, proper old fashioned pantyhose (with a seam on special occasions of course) and never wore anything else. Underneath these she was wearing a pair of very sexy silk knickers, definitely not school regulation wear which she feared might make her current position even worse.
She was suddenly woken from her day dreams by a muffled call of “Enter” from behind the study door.
She quickly got up, straightened her skirt and opened the door. She was of course very familiar with My Hornby’s study, the Head had had many reasons to call her in her over the last couple of terms.
The room was exactly what you would expect – like the set from St Tinian’s. Oak panels lined all the walls, very tall bay windows with long velvet drapes and oil paintings on every available bit of wall space.
The right hand half of the room was arranged around a massive stone fireplace with a huge mirror over it. Two very comfortable looking sofas and a couple of traditional wing back armchairs made an informal setting around a large coffee table. Chloe had never sat there and she suspected that this was only used with parents, governors and other VIP visitors.
To her left was Mr Hornby’s desk set across the far corner with a computer on one side and a pile of papers on the other. In between, she could see the top of his head as he remained bent over his papers deep in thought.
“Take a seat Chloe, I’ll be with you in just a minute.”
Chloe moved to the only chair available to her. An old fashioned wooden chair with a leather seat cushion with almost no padding left in it. She sat demurely with her knees together; as she straightened her skirt she had an almost irresistible urge to raise the front and flash her knickers.
She resisted, after all she was already in enough trouble. Instead she straightened out her pleats and satisfied herself with a little rub of her thighs. This was nice but also had a rather unfortunate consequence. She found herself getting a little aroused and that was not good news.
Firstly she tended to be even naughtier when aroused and secondly her arousal was likely to be a little obvious. Already she could see the front of her skirt tenting slightly…oh dear this was not good.
To try to make this less obvious she arched her back and pushed her little bottom further back in the seat – a rather sexy and provocative position which did make her skirt look a little more normal but actually aroused her even more.
“Right Chloe; what am I going to do with you?” Chloe was interrupted in her thoughts as Mr Hornby stopped writing, put his pen in his inside jacket pocket and came around the desk to her side.
He leant with his bottom on the edge of the desk and his legs straight in front of him, crossed at the ankle.
Mr Hornby was in some ways everything you expected in a headmaster and in some ways not. He was every inch the academic, often wore a black teachers gown his hair was generally rather messy and he had a terrible habit of wearing battered old tweed jackets.
On the other hand he was a lot younger that you would expect – probably mid thirties – and despite his dishevelled look and his glasses, was not unattractive. The rumour at the school was that when he was younger he was in the armed forces – the more fanciful speculation was that he was ex SAS. No doubt rubbish but it wasn’t hard to imagine him in a more physical role than he currently had.
Mr Hornby took his glasses off and looked at Chloe, concern on his face.
“So what was it this time Chloe? Swearing again, giving wedgies, pulling boys trousers down, goosing Mrs Forrester? (he made a rather ugly face at this point which made Chloe giggle) You really have done them all you know; and you have had all the punishments – there is nothing left in my Black Book of School Punishments that I haven’t tried.”
“You know that there is really only one sanction left – to expel you – and I am sure we want to avoid that. Your aunt will not be happy and we will have failed. To get through this, Chloe, you are really going to have to work with me; no games now, no trying it on; it’s time to do exactly as I say – got it.”
“Yes, Mr Hornby; I’m sorry, really I am – I just can’t help it – I just end up doing silly things; you know, dares, bets, things others are too scared to do. I don’t mean to get into trouble and Mrs Forrester really has it in for me.”
“I am aware of that Chloe but if you do actually do something wrong I really have to go through the proper procedures even if Mrs F has less than noble motives.”
“I have her report here and it seems here that you have been flashing at the boys – really Chloe what did you think you were doing?”
“Well it was really much of a flash, I just kind of flicked up the back of my skirt at them really.”
“Come on Chloe, that’s not what it says here – now really isn’t the time to lie to me – you need to help me here.”
“Yes Sir, sorry, it’s like a reflex – I’ll tell the truth from now on.”
“OK. So, this flashing – how was it really.”
“Well…..I sort of turned by bum to them, bent over and raised my skirt and then wiggled at them.”
“Were you wearing the skirt you have on now?” Chloe nodded. “To make sure that I understand your offence properly and can take the right action, perhaps you should show me.”
“What, here Sir? I’d be embarrassed.”
“If that’s the case truthfully then you wouldn’t have done it in the first place. Just do it again exactly as you did in the playground.”
Chloe stood up rather nervously, the idea of flashing herself to a real man, not a school boy, was totally different. She moved to the side of her chair – still in front of Mr Hornby and almost within touching distance of him – and turned her back on him.
Overcoming her strong reluctance she quickly bent over so that her hair fell to the ground and flicked the back of her skirt up and over her bum to reveal her bottom and very quickly wiggled before standing up again and quickly settling back into her seat.
Her face blushed a vivid red colour and she looked nervously down at her knees with her hands clutched in her lap.
“Right, well that’s a start I suppose but I’m sure that it is nothing like what actually happened. Despite you and Mrs Forrester not getting on together, that was really not enough for you to have been sent to me.”
“You are still holding back Chloe. Now do it again exactly as it happened.”
Chloe got out of the chair again and, with her head lowered, moved to where she had stood before.
This time she bent over really slowly with her legs straight and very wide apart. She also kept her back straight – almost parallel to the ground and raised her head so that her bottom was really prominent and sticking up in the air.
Like this she raised her skirt over her bottom with both hands until her bum, tights and knickers were all visible. Again she wiggled her bum but much more slowly and sensually.
Then she reached back round the sides of her buttocks and pulled her checks apart as much as her tights would allow, causing her non regulation panties to nesting between her buttocks. At this point she heard a sharp intake of breath from Mr Hornby.
“Continue Chloe.” He said after a funny choked little cough.
Chloe then took her hands off her buttocks and reached one through between her legs from the front so that her clit was cupped in her hand and her elegant long middle finger was pointed upwards with its tip pressed against her tight rosebud through her tights and panties.
“OK Chloe, that’s enough.” Mr Hornby sounded a little strained. Chloe stood back up but didn’t turn around.
“I’m sorry Sir – it’s just that Jenkins bet me that I couldn’t get him and Wilberforce turned on.”
“Well I imagine that’s a bet you won isn’t it?”
Chloe raised her head slightly cockily. “I did actually.”
She turned around and returned to her seat. On the way she noticed that Mr Hornby’s hands were clasped together in his lap slightly awkwardly as if he was hiding himself.
My God, have I turned him on too and given him a stiffy?. She thought. This was not what she expected but it rather excited her. If she could get him turned on then perhaps she could create a way out of this terrible situation.
When she sat down, instead of sitting with her knees together she put her right foot up on the seat so that her skirt rode up but because it was right next to her left leg she was not actually showing anything.
She noticed Mr Hornby glance at her legs and then look away quickly but he did not comment or ask her to sit properly.
“OK Chloe, thank you for finally being honest with me. However, although that undoubtedly represents pretty bad behaviour I don’t think that was really why Mrs Forester sent you to me. Let me see now.”
With this Mr Hornby reached around behind him to a file on his desk. This was a mistake as it meant his hands were no longer in front of him and he clearly had a very significant tent in the front of his trousers. To Chloe’s young but not so innocent eyes, it was a pretty impressive tent at that.
Mr Hornby turned back. He was holding a slim file which he opened and referred to.
“This, Chloe, is Mrs Forrester’s report. She has detailed your flashing at the boys – not graphically enough I fear! But she also mentions another incident. Do you want to tell me about it?”
“Do you mean with the girls behind the Chemistry labs?”
Mr Hornby referred to the file. “Yes that’s where she caught you – go on.”
“Well, I was chatting to some of the older girls from the upper sixth – I’d rather not say whom is that’s alright.”
“That’s OK I don’t want to make you a grass.”
“Thank you. Well, we were chatting about boys and sexy stuff, you know and they started talking about playing with themselves – God this is embarrassing – anyway they started talking about how they play with themselves and we basically got in a disagreement. Look Mr Hornby do I need to go into detail.”
“I really think you do Chloe – you are in no position to hide anything from me.” At this point he glanced at her exposed legs again.
“Well OK, if I really have to.” Chloe leant her right elbow on her raised right knee and tilted her head until it rested on her hand. Like this it seemed perfectly natural for her right leg to lean out and away from her body. This of course opened her legs wide to Mr Hornby’s gaze and indeed he took the opportunity to sneak another look.
“They were all saying how they rub their clitties with the tip of a finger and how much it gives then a thrill and I said that I use my whole hand because one finger would be far too small.”
“They said that was complete nonsense and I did not understand what they were talking about and started to tease me because I’m in the year below them. So I said that I would show them; and that’s when Mrs Forrester turned up.”
“She didn’t see what went before and just thought that I was being dirty. She wouldn’t let me explain and of course the older girls just dropped me in it – but that’s how it really happened – God’s honest – I was stitched.”
“OK, Chloe, I think you are again going to have to show me exactly what you did so that I can judge how to deal with you.” With that Mr Hornby stood up, his tented trousers were very obvious, he went back around his desk and sat in the chair.
“Go on Chloe – what are you waiting for?”
Chloe stood again and positioned herself so that Mr Hornby could see her clearly, facing him she lifted the front of her dress, with her right hand she gripped the front of her panties where a large bulge was pointing to the sky and trying to burst out of her tights.
Through her underwear she proceeded to rub herself up and down – now clearly hard. Mr Hornby in the meantime had both his hands under his desk and was starting to look a little flushed. Suspecting what he was doing aroused Chloe even more and she started to rub herself more firmly rubbing the head between her thumb and fingers.
“OK Chloe, I get the idea,” Mr Hornby interrupted sounding reluctant, “and I now understand why Mrs Forrester reported you – even if she did not see everything that happened.”
“I’m sorry Chloe but I had forgotten about your secret and your Aunt’s rather strange request for your education. I suppose that she always wanted a niece. I’m sure you understand that with her wealth and her generosity we felt we had to support her fantasy.”
“You know that what you did was wrong and dirty and that you will have to be punished but what are we to do. This was very naughty and others saw it so you will have to be punished and I really don’t want to expel you as your Aunt’s money will go with you.”
“In the good old days I would of course have simply beaten you but that is no longer available. I fear that we will have to exclude you for a fairly long period and then remove all rights and privileges on your return. What to do?”
Chloe was shocked and terrified. Exclusion was as bad as expulsion; her Aunt would know and she would face sever punishment and could even be cut off, certainly for a long time and maybe even forever. She had to avoid that at all cost.
“Oh please don’t exclude me Mr Hornby that would be terrible. Please don’t.”
“Well, I don’t see what else I can do.”
“Can’t you think of something else, can’t you just ground me for a year and cut of all privileges or make me do double games for a year – anything – please, I beg you.” Chloe was still holding her clitty which was still hard and had a sudden thought.
“Mr Hornby, I know, you can pretend that the rules haven’t changed and you can beat me – just like you would have if the old rules applied. Please Mr Hornby, please beat me – I’ve been a naughty girl who needs spanking.”
Chloe was now deliberately trying to provoke him and was playing up her girlie vulnerability. At the same time she pushed her hips forward while she kept stroking her hardness. She had even caused a damp spot to appear at the front of her tights.
Mr Hornby’s hands were still below the desk and he seemed to be considering her suggestion.
“Well, I suppose we could do that but you will have to let some of the other girls know so that they don’t think you have got away unpunished. It might even help if you have some slight marks on you.”
“Anything Mr Hornby, it’s only fair as I have been a very naughty girl.”
“OK Chloe, come around here.”
Chloe lowered her skirt and walked around to the other side of the desk and stood primly beside the headmaster. Mr Hornby turned his chair so that he was facing her, no pretence to hide his arousal from her.
“Right, face the desk, grab the far side with both hands and bend right over.” Chloe obeyed and laid her body across his desk with her small and pert bottom sticking up covered by her pleated skirt.
Mr Hornby reached into his bottom draw and brought out an old fashioned paddle; flat and about 2 inches wide, it was about 8 inches long with a comfortable looking and much used handle.
“I’ve not used this for a few years now and I must admit I’ve rather missed it. I’m afraid that this is going to sting a bit. It won’t really hurt and will subside after a few hours if you keep your weight off your bottom.”
With that he reached forward and slowly lifted the back of Chloe’s skirt all the way so that it rested on the small of her back with the paddle in his right hand he stroked the roundness of her bottom with his left.
“Ready?”
“Oh yes,“ breathed Chloe sounding excited, “I really need to be punished properly.” Funnily enough she was not now play acting; she really did want this – she felt beautifully vulnerable and exposed and she know that Mr Hornby was aroused by this too.
She surreptitiously moved her right hand off the desk and slipped it between her front and the desk so that she could touch herself again.
Thwack!
She was taken totally by surprise and let out a yelp.
Thwack!
Although not surprise by this one it stung more as it hit the same spot as the first.
Thwack!
She whimpered and the stinging washed over her like a wave. She braced herself for the next one but it never came.
She turned her head to Mr Hornby who was looking curiously at her and seemed to be thinking about something.
“I’m sorry Chloe, this isn’t good enough. It’s not going to leave any marks to show the others. We are going to have to take your tights off, I think your pants will have to go too – anyway they are not regulation as I am sure you know young lady.”
“Alright Mr Hornby, if you think it’s necessary.” Chloe was a little nervous about how much this will hurt but also excited at the idea of exposing her bottom to this man.
Mr Hornby reached across her bottom and took hold of her tights on both sides. He slowly pulled them down across her bottom and then a little way down her thighs. He stopped when they were about half way between the end of her bottom and her knees.
Chloe pushed her bottom out even further and loved the cool feel of the air on her naked legs.
He reached back and took the sides of her panties. The also came down - slowly. Chloe had to help a little by releasing them at her front where they were snagged on a very obvious obstruction. She was now stood there with her buttocks totally exposed waiting for the punishment to continue.
Thwack!
She yelped again – this time in real pain.
Thwack!
A tear appeared in the corner of her eye; and yet at the same time she had never felt more aroused.
Thwack!
“OK, Chloe, you’ve had six of the best now. You have been punished properly. Stand up.”
Chloe straightened up without adjusting her clothing first. Her arousal sticking out straight in front, raising the front of her skirt in a most unfeminine way.
Mr Hornby, who had been replacing the paddle in the bottom door, looked up and stared at the front of her skirt.
“My, my, that’s rather obvious. Did you find that arousing?”
“Yes, Sir, I think I did Sir.” Feeling cheeky, as she always did, she added. “It looks to me Sir that you did too.”
Mr Hornby looked down at his own lap to see a clear bulge in the front of his trousers.
“Hmm, looks like I did.” He stood up and stepped forward closing the gap between them until their respective bulges touched.
Chloe felt the room contract and heat up almost immediately as if someone had suddenly filled it with hot air. She could hardly breath and felt herself start to tremble such was her arousal.
She had never thought of Mr Hornby as a man really but now, here he was in front of her, broad, manly and aroused.
He reached forward and she felt his finger touch her under her skirt. He gently took hold of her – she gasped and held her breath – he began, very slowly to move his hand up and down her; from the base, nestled in its bed of hair, to the end, round and moist.
Chloe shut her eyes and leaned her head back and started to breath again but this time in a more ragged manner. His hand started to move more rapidly causing pleasure to rise in her focusing at the base of her stomach. She started to rock her hips back and forwards in time with his movements.
She felt her hard sex begin to swell up even further in his tight grasp and her breathing became more erratic. Just as she thought she might faint from the pressure building up in her tightly knotted belly, he stopped and just held her throbbing clit steady until the sensation abated slightly.
Frustrated Chloe tried to rock herself into his hand but he softly but firmly stopped her, “No Chloe, not until you've learnt the error of your ways young girl.”
She batted her eyelids up at him pleadingly but he shook his head and removed his hot hand from beneath her skirt. His eyes flicked to his own crotch and taking one of Chloe's trembling hands placed it over the engorged bulge holding her fingers firmly so that they traced it through the fabric.
“See Chloe its not just girls that have such interesting surprises hidden away. Would you like to see mine.”
Chloe wanted to desperately but knew that a line had been crossed and was a little scared of what might happen next. She nodded meekly and let him guide her fingertips to first the buttons at the waist of his trousers and then to his zip undoing each in turn.
Applying a small degree of pressure to her shoulders he pushed her down onto her knees in front of him, “You might wish to take a closer look Chloe.” Shaking with a fear that curdled her stomach but was still overpowered by a sense of excitement Chloe slowly continued to free what was hidden inside of his trousers.
It was beautiful and ugly and angry looking all at the same time. Its pretty head glistened in the dim light of the headmasters study and a thick vein pulsed along its strong length to his neatly trimmed pubis. It was much larger than hers and much handsomer as a result. Her lips burnt with a desire to kiss it, taste what was no doubt a forbidden fruit. Its head was slick and moist looking like an alien pair of lips and she pushed out her tongue to gently test its reaction.
As her warm wet tongue brushed against it her mouth exploded with salty and sweet sensations, strange and unknown but in no way unpleasant, in fact she felt it was a taste she could acquire an addiction too quite easily.
The headmaster above her sharply drew breath and she felt his whole body twitch, the motion emanating like electricity through her tongue and down through his gorgeous penis. So this was what boy's grew up to be she thought and although still very much powerless to stop herself from what she knew she must, and wanted to, do next she could not help but feel a small element of control over the headmaster. If only in the sense that what she wanted to do would give him so much pleasure and for a brief moment make her feel even more special to be able to do that for him.
She leaned forwards, first pressing against him and then relenting and letting him enter her pretty lips. She was glad she had broken school rules and put on some sexy red lipstick. She wished she could see her red lips embracing his hardness like he, gazing down on her, surely could now. She felt his hands gently holding her head over him as she rolled her tongue around the thick almost gag like shaft and lowered herself onto it.
It amazed her that giving someone else so much pleasure could arouse her so much too and her pretty shaven clit hardened again pressing itself painfully against her panties.
He began to slowly rock his body in towards her willing mouth and with each gentle thrust her mouth got wetter and wetter as his penis made her mouth water with its earthy powerful taste. His hands were holding her head a lot more firmly now and she worked her tongue and lips over his beautiful penis as if she had been born to perform the task. It came so naturally to her to probe and press at it with her tongue that she felt it was ingrained into her nature to have many more inside of her in this way.
He raised her head slightly so that she had to reluctantly shift her gaze from his strong thighs and the tight testicles that were at the base of his strong penis. He looked down into her eyes deep in thought and smiling strangely to himself.
“You know Chloe, you seem like such a clever girl, I'm wondering whether or not you might be ready to start revising for some other examinations.”
He gently pulled her lips away from his body and applied enough firm pressure in the right direction to let her know he wished her to stand up. She complied curious as to what could possibly come next and intrigued as to how she could ever enjoy it as much as what had just been taking place.
Stood in front of him with him towering over her slightly she began to feel a little sheepish again and slightly embarrassed about who he was in relation to her. He seemed enormous and slightly scary but he smiled softly and brushed her cheek with a fingertip, “Don't worry I promise you'll enjoy this lesson Chloe. Take your tights off please.”
She obeyed and could feel his eyes on her legs as she rolled the tights down and over her feet.
“And now your panties Chloe.”
Again she felt compelled to do as he asked and removed them dropping them onto the floor next to her tights. Her small clit softened slightly, still excited but nervous as to what might happen next. She was dimly aware that her bottom still stung from being beaten what seemed an age ago but was still only very recent. It tingled and burnt but was it not an unpleasant sensation.
The headmaster sat down on the wooden chair she had herself been sat on only a short while ago and his erect penis shone in the light still wet from the juices that had flowed in her mouth.
He held out a hand and she put hers, which felt very small in comparison, into it. Pulling her towards him he ran his other hand up inside of her skirt and very quickly found her pussy which was hot to the touch. She felt it contract and close up tightly as if it were frightened on the presence of his fingers. Yet inside her heart jumped with excitement and her clit was again solid and upright.
“It's okay Chloe, with this lesson we just need to be a little more patient and take our time to make sure that we learn properly from the exercise. It just needs a little gentle persuasion.”
He seemed so knowledgeable and reassuring. Chloe felt herself relax. Her heart was still pounding hard in her chest but slowly with soft pressure his fingers began to loosen up her pussy, running round it's tight opening, stroking and caressing it. She began to gasp as she started to enjoy the sensation of being touched there and was shocked when she felt her muscles relax just enough to let him inside.
He seemed to enjoy her soft moans as he very softly and with incredible gentleness started to explore her insides. Her stomach was on fire with pleasure and it was all she could do not to collapse her legs felt so weak and trembly.
When he slid a second finger inside of her she almost screamed with pleasure but bit her lip to stop herself, terrified that another teacher might rush in to see what the commotion was and end it all there and then and that would be dreadful. This was a lesson she wanted to learn all of and if necessary stay after school for extra studies.
He pulled her closer towards him and slipped his fingers from her pussy. It burnt slightly but the heat was pure ecstasy. She let her gaze fall to his lap and a delicious thought popped into her head. It was so much bigger than his fingers but surely if she took her time.
The headmaster laughed when he saw her looking down at him, “My you are a clever girl Chloe or are you cheating?”
“No I'm working all of this out for myself,” she said a little precociously and stepped over his lap on the chair, facing him. She felt his penis brush against her clit and then find it ways to her smooth curvy buttocks. Standing on tiptoes she raised herself up over him. He put a hand down between her thighs and after slowly stroking her clit for just a second, guided his penis so that its head rested against her pussy.
“Now we've got to do this slowly Chloe so that we get it just right. I'm expecting top marks from you girl”.
“I'm ready to learn sir,” she said
Mr Hornby reached his hands either side of her hips and grasped her buttocks firmly, with his fingers pointing towards her eager rosebud; he pulled his hands apart opening her buttocks wide and allowing the wet and bulging head of his penis to nestle right at the entrance to her pussy.
Chloe couldn’t help but let out a little moan of anticipation at its touch. She reached forward and placed her hands on Mr Hornby’s shoulders so that should could transfer some of her weight to him. Like this she slowly pushed herself down towards his lap.
At first she could just feel pressure against her willing pussy, steady and firm pressure that did not reduce as she pushed herself lower still. The pressure started to change and was replaced by a stinging pain and she felt that she was being split in two by something that was surely too big to go into her without ripping her open.
She moaned – this time not with anticipation but with real pain and she had to stop pushing for a moment. She was proud of herself though for staying where she was and resisting the temptation to stand up again.
“That’s it Chloe, take it gently, you will find it is worth it my dear and it will get better – a lot better.” Mr Hornby stroked the tops of her thighs with his thumbs and gently massaged her buttocks with his hands. She liked that and soon relaxed which also helped the splitting feeling to subside.
She took a deep breath and started to push down again – this time Mr Hornby also pushed down on the top of her thighs with his hands and pushed his hips up at the same time.
The pressure on her pussy rose to a new high, although the pain was not so bad this time and then with a sudden rush, he was in her.
It was an amazing feeling, she felt so…full – it’s the only word she could think of to describe the feeling. It hurt and she was still convinced that she would be ripped open by him but this was now combined with a deep and massively satisfying feeling of being filled.
She loved the feeling of enveloping this man - this lover, she suddenly realised – she wanted to take him all, to consume him hungrily and to take everything that he had.
Mr Hornby signed deeply, expressing a really sense of satisfaction and pleasure.
“OK?” he asked.
“Oh yes Sir – very OK”
“Want some more.”
“Yes please Sir”
He pushed up with his hips again and Chloe spread her legs wider still making it easier for him to penetrate her willing pussy. She felt him move further and deeper into her.
“Ungg, yes.” She sounded almost animalistic as she was more deeply impaled. His hips moved back down on the chair seat and then up firmly again taking Chloe by surprise and he moved into her again.
Again he slide back and then firmly up again, this time she met his thrust by pushing herself down onto him. He went even further into her, she thought he must be up to her belly button by now but still she was holding most of her weight on her feet, she had not yet reached him lap.
Down again and then strongly up, not so gentle this time as he gauged that she was ready now, she pushed down to meet him and felt him move even further into her.
At last she felt his hairy thighs under her smooth and silky legs and knew that she now had his full length deep inside her. They stayed like that for a moment and she felt him flex his cock, she could feel it all the way inside her and it felt fantastic, natural, girlie, fulfilling and wonderfully horny.
Mr Hornby moved him fingers slightly and she got the message to raise herself up so that he almost came fully out of her, held in place just by the tightness of her ring and the bulging rim of his beautiful cock head; she dropped back down on him again – much easier than the last time and deep, deep, so deep inside her.
With encouragement from him she started to move smoothly and vigorously up and down his gorgeous shaft. She did not notice any other sensations, sounds or other feelings. All she was aware of was this wonderful hard cock thrusting into her and making her whole.
She was starting to sweat now, she could feel it run down her buttock and act as a further lubricant to their movements. Both her making little grunting and panting noises – not caring if they were heard – and building up the pace of their rutting….there was really no other word to describe it. It was very basic, there was no thought to it, totally mindless surrender to pleasure – ultimate hedonism; just her wet and willing pussy and his hard and thrusting manhood.
She felt his pace change and with a pang of regret as well as anticipation she realised that he was about to come.
“Yes, Sir; Yes Sir – full me up, fill my pussy with your cum.”
He seemed spurred on by her encouragement, or perhaps he had reached that point beyond caring where the orgasm was everything. He thrust even deeper into her, grabbed her waist and speared her even more fully and then went ridged, paused for a moment and then started to empty into her.
It felt endless, it must be pints and it just kept coming; six, seven even eight great strong spasms each of which she could feel filling her every cavity, warm and wet.
Finally he stopped, his body slowly relaxed, and he sighed a deep and satisfied sound and his head flopped back onto the top of the chair.
Chloe moved her arms behind her back and put them on his knees so she could lead back and arch her back – a very feline action that expressed perfectly her immense satisfaction. Amazingly, her own erection had gone although she had not come herself and she felt totally satiated.
The sat silently like this for a couple of minutes, he buried deep in her still but now softening rapidly and she holding on to the intense memory of his ejaculation and feeling him shrink inside her and experiencing a strong sense of loss.
“Oh my God” they said in unison and then laughed.
“I am afraid Sir that I am probably going to be a very naughty girl this year – I just don’t think I can ever be good again.”
“In which case, young lady, I will just have to keep punishing you again and again.”
“Oh please, Sir, I hope you will.”
They lent towards each other, heads touching and giggled like school girls as he finally slipped from her with a wet squelch, followed by a little dribble of cum which ran down Chloe’s bottom and then dropped to the carpet where, later that day Lady Holsworth, the Chair of Governors, would later step in it much to Mr Hornby’s amusement.
To be continued…..