them down over her
thighs and knees, lifting one leg as she sat again to take them off
completely, her bare pussy now pressing down on the leather saddle.
She slipped both hands up her back to release her bra, fumbling in
her haste at the catch at the back.
"Wait," he said urgently and stood up.
The headmaster moved behind her and slipped her both hands up
inside the tight bra strap at the back.
"Like that," he breathed in high arousal, "it gives the
appearance of you being tied."
She gave a little whimper of delight and allowed her hands to
remain as he had placed them, hooked up and held in place by the
thin strap.
The headmaster took his seat on the press-ups bench once again
and watched again as the near naked girl peddled on. His interest
fixed instantly on the brown thatch of her pubic hair as her thigh
rose and fell to give tantalising glimpses of her pussy before it
was again snatched from his view. He unzipped his fly slowly,
ensuring that the little slut was aware of his actions; he smiled
as he saw her casting sideways glances down at his
crotch.
The girl was seated and peddling still, her head up and back
straight with her hands entangled in the back bra strap with her
elbows sticking out to the sides. She gasped and stared wide-eyed
as the headmaster's thick, long cock sprang free of his trousers to
stand up hard in erection.
"Does it feel nice to have the saddle rubbing your pussy and
clit?" he asked and grasped his throbbing cock with one
hand.
"Yes," she whimpered and sucked in breath.
"The peddle faster, bitch or I'll slap your backside to assist
you."
"Unnnh!" she uttered and gave an involuntary shiver of
delight.
"Ah! I see that the thought of being encouraged appeals to
you."
The girl muttered and shivered again but nodded her head and
half-closed her eyes.
The headmaster stood up, his hard cock sticking out of the fly
of his trousers. He landed a stinging slap with the flat of his
hand on the side of her buttock, the echo resounded loudly in the
small room.
"Faster I said," he snapped at her.
The girl cried out and increased the pace of her peddling; she
was thrilled, lost in a heady world of rapidly growing sexual
excitement. She gave pleasured little whimpers as the hand slapped
down on her again. The harder and faster the headmaster slapped her
the faster she peddled, grinding her pussy and clit hard down on
the horn of the saddle as the wonderful sensations of pre-orgasm
rushed headlong toward her. Her thighs pumped, her breasts wobbled
and her backside began to take on a reddened blotchiness that both
warmed and excited her further.
"Faster, bitch!" he shouted and slapped her again, a savage
and brutal slap born of high sexual thrill and longing.
The girl began grunting softly, nodding her head in acceptance
of the waves of orgasm washing through her. She tensed, her
peddling slowed and her knees drew in together. Her back arched and
she cried out before her body began to spasm in shuddering
convulsions. Her thighs opened and closed in involuntary
convulsions of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her slight
frame to jerk it like a puppet. Then the girl screamed, a long and
satisfied wailing of the deepest pleasure as she came to orgasm on
the bike.
Even before her orgasm was finished, the headmaster dragged
her from the saddle and pushed her face down over the press-ups
bench. He mounted her unceremoniously and pushed his prick straight
up inside her pussy from behind. He grunted loudly as he rammed
into her body, one hand clamping her wrists to hold her hands up
between her shoulder blades. His other hand gripped her ponytail
and pulled her head back toward him to gain extra purchase and to
add to the sense of command over that he felt. He rode her hard,
like a horse, a dirty randy mare whose jockey was spurring it on
toward the final fence.
"Teasing little bitch," he muttered as he pumped hard into her
little body, "teasing, teasing bitch."
The girl's whimpering urged him on,
thighs and knees, lifting one leg as she sat again to take them off
completely, her bare pussy now pressing down on the leather saddle.
She slipped both hands up her back to release her bra, fumbling in
her haste at the catch at the back.
"Wait," he said urgently and stood up.
The headmaster moved behind her and slipped her both hands up
inside the tight bra strap at the back.
"Like that," he breathed in high arousal, "it gives the
appearance of you being tied."
She gave a little whimper of delight and allowed her hands to
remain as he had placed them, hooked up and held in place by the
thin strap.
The headmaster took his seat on the press-ups bench once again
and watched again as the near naked girl peddled on. His interest
fixed instantly on the brown thatch of her pubic hair as her thigh
rose and fell to give tantalising glimpses of her pussy before it
was again snatched from his view. He unzipped his fly slowly,
ensuring that the little slut was aware of his actions; he smiled
as he saw her casting sideways glances down at his
crotch.
The girl was seated and peddling still, her head up and back
straight with her hands entangled in the back bra strap with her
elbows sticking out to the sides. She gasped and stared wide-eyed
as the headmaster's thick, long cock sprang free of his trousers to
stand up hard in erection.
"Does it feel nice to have the saddle rubbing your pussy and
clit?" he asked and grasped his throbbing cock with one
hand.
"Yes," she whimpered and sucked in breath.
"The peddle faster, bitch or I'll slap your backside to assist
you."
"Unnnh!" she uttered and gave an involuntary shiver of
delight.
"Ah! I see that the thought of being encouraged appeals to
you."
The girl muttered and shivered again but nodded her head and
half-closed her eyes.
The headmaster stood up, his hard cock sticking out of the fly
of his trousers. He landed a stinging slap with the flat of his
hand on the side of her buttock, the echo resounded loudly in the
small room.
"Faster I said," he snapped at her.
The girl cried out and increased the pace of her peddling; she
was thrilled, lost in a heady world of rapidly growing sexual
excitement. She gave pleasured little whimpers as the hand slapped
down on her again. The harder and faster the headmaster slapped her
the faster she peddled, grinding her pussy and clit hard down on
the horn of the saddle as the wonderful sensations of pre-orgasm
rushed headlong toward her. Her thighs pumped, her breasts wobbled
and her backside began to take on a reddened blotchiness that both
warmed and excited her further.
"Faster, bitch!" he shouted and slapped her again, a savage
and brutal slap born of high sexual thrill and longing.
The girl began grunting softly, nodding her head in acceptance
of the waves of orgasm washing through her. She tensed, her
peddling slowed and her knees drew in together. Her back arched and
she cried out before her body began to spasm in shuddering
convulsions. Her thighs opened and closed in involuntary
convulsions of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her slight
frame to jerk it like a puppet. Then the girl screamed, a long and
satisfied wailing of the deepest pleasure as she came to orgasm on
the bike.
Even before her orgasm was finished, the headmaster dragged
her from the saddle and pushed her face down over the press-ups
bench. He mounted her unceremoniously and pushed his prick straight
up inside her pussy from behind. He grunted loudly as he rammed
into her body, one hand clamping her wrists to hold her hands up
between her shoulder blades. His other hand gripped her ponytail
and pulled her head back toward him to gain extra purchase and to
add to the sense of command over that he felt. He rode her hard,
like a horse, a dirty randy mare whose jockey was spurring it on
toward the final fence.
"Teasing little bitch," he muttered as he pumped hard into her
little body, "teasing, teasing bitch."
The girl's whimpering urged him on,
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