Boarding School Pass Time

I lazily stroked my cock, as I watched Lisa sensuously pull up her plain white panties, concealing her cum filled pussy and that cute little bubble arse. It wasn't long before a small, damp patch formed around her slit, betraying the fact that she had been fucked, very recently. She took time adjusting her plain white bra to fit properly over her C cup breasts ? her still aroused nipples pushed hard against the thin fabric - then put on her white blouse and buttoned it.It took but a second or so to get off my bed and help her get her skirt back on, making sure to kiss and lick that damp patch, just so I could taste and breath in her scent one more time. With her tie properly done up and wearing her school blazer and black shoes Lisa was, once again a blond, good looking, seventeen-year-old schoolgirl: a student and resident of the Samantha Cockburn-Lush Private College for Girls, no less, a place for rich, elite families to pay a whole lot more, for less education.Little Lisa stood on tip-toe and draped her arms around my neck to give me a deep, cock tightening kiss, ?Ummm, same time tomorrow, Sunday?? she asked, looking at me with those soulful blue eyes. The girls still had to wear their uniforms over the weekend, even though the afternoons were free time. Naturally they weren't allowed off the school property. Nor were they allowed anywhere near boys.?Yeah, sure Lisa,? I said, ?and don't forget to bring that vibrator I bought for you.? I added, sliding both hands under her skirt to pat and squeeze her sweet wee bum.?Okay, I won't, but Melinda might be borrowing it, if you know what I mean,? she said, with a giggle, as we walked though güvenilir bahis to the kitchenette and dining room at the back of my digs. I let her out the back door.There was an extra, sexy little swing to Lisa's hips as she walked down the back garden and disappeared into the thicket of bushes and trees bordering her educational establishment. Oh, yes, it was really, really enjoyable being a male teacher at a place so full of hot, horny, nubile schoolgirls, some of them a little rebellious and, sometimes, a tad naughty.~ ~ ~So, how did I, a tallish, 'ruggedly good looking', twenty-eight-year-old male graduate, manage to get to teach in an establishment that prided itself on rejecting ninety-nine-point-nine percent of men who applied? Suffice it to say, mentioning having a boyfriend I could use as a reference, while heavily hinting that I wasn't terribly interested in the opposite sex, had some effect on Ms Veronica Hawkins, Head Mistress and prime battle-axe.One bonus, was that I was allowed to live in one of the little teacher's cottages, that had been built around the edges of the school grounds. It was cosily private, with a reasonably sized back garden, enclosed on two sides by tall hedges, plus the aforementioned bushes and trees at the bottom end.Another, super-dooper, heavy-duty, extra-sized bonus was that, due to a night staff shortage, I was occasionally allowed to roam through the senior girl's dormitory as they were getting ready for bed, listening out for any problems or complaints. Naturally, I was very careful not to stare too much at all the gorgeous, teenage tits, bums and pussies that were often on display. For their güvenilir bahis siteleri part, the girls were good natured, sometimes a little flirtatious with ?Mr Cummerlott?, as they had to call me officially or ?Steve?, unofficially.Even better, I was soon able to establish an amorous liaison with Helen Catersham, the physical education teacher: although such things were verboten between staff, that didn't mean it didn't happen.~ ~ ~ Helen was a very attractive, athletic, gymnastic, brown-eyed brunette, about five-feet six-inches tall and twenty-five years old, with pert, compact B cup breasts, a tight, curvaceous arse and long legs. There was an immediate spark, a mutual, physical attraction, as soon as I opened the door to her one Saturday afternoon, about two weeks after I was hired.?Hello Mr Cummerlott, I just thought I'd drop in and say welcome to the staff and welcome to our little neighbourhood,? she said, cheerfully, as I invited her in, ?I'm better known as Helen, by the way.??Hi Helen, I'm Steve,? I said, ?come on through, make yourself comfortable. Would you like an Espresso, or a glass of wine, tea, maybe??We sat chatting for a while, sipping on a glass of wine and sitting side by side on my big, comfortable couch. Pretty soon, we were eyeing each other up, with more than a passing interest. I decided to take a gamble.?I have to say, Helen, I can't help thinking that - if you don't mind my saying so - you have such a gorgeous, athletic looking body.??Oh,? she blushed, ?um, thank you. I like to keep in shape, you know, partly for me, partly because, er, well, it makes me better in bed? I mean, uhhh, hmmm...? iddaa siteleri She blushed even more and I could see her nipples starting to strain against her sweatshirt, ?s-so how about you,' she asked, trying to change the subject, ?is your boyfriend...???Boyfriend?? I said, looking totally mystified, ?I don't have a boyfriend; I've had several girlfriends, but I ain't interested in guys at all.??So, you're not actually? but Ms Hawkins says that you're...??Gay? Oh, no, that's a misunderstanding: In fact, it's a complete presumption on Ms Hawkins' part. It's pretty bloody annoying, really.??Oh!? said Helen, her mouth forming an 'O'. Her attractive chest was heaving, her cheeks were flushed and her blue-grey eyes dark with arousal as we stared at each other. She gave a little, invitational growl in the back of her throat.As soon as our mouths met, our lips opened and her eager, velvet tongue met and wrestled with mine. She lay down on the couch and parted her legs wide, so I could dry hump her, grinding and pounding my tumescent manhood against her receptive mound. We stopped for a brief moment to take off our sweatshirts and undo her skimpy, lacy black bra. Soon, Helen was whimpering and purring in sweet ecstasy, as I kissed my way down her neck and onto her blushing chest, finding her erogenous nooks and crannies, before planting kisses all over her firm, half-apple breasts. Her hot-pink nipples and areolae responded to my sucking and gentle nibbling by becoming stiff and erect.I hauled her track pants off, revealing her skimpy, lacy black panties. ?Hmmm, how come you get to shave your pussy bare, when the girls aren't allowed to, Miss Catersham? And how do you get to wear black lace, when the girls are only allowed plain white or naval blue 'undergarments'?? I asked, playfully kissing and licking her groin and sliding my tongue up and down the sides of her clean-shaven mons.