Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3 - Sex Stories

Juicy Lucy Ch’s 1, 2 and 3

... he said, “look at you now, sitting there showing an expanse of thigh, your nipples showing through the thin material of your top. You have to biggest breasts of any girl in school and you use them.”

“I beg your pardon, l don’t understand,” she said, tears of humiliation beginning to well in her eyes.

“Oh l’ve seen what you do,” he said, “l’ve seen what you do when you are near men, especially the younger members of staff like Mr. Jenkins, your shoulders go back and you stick those tits out.”

He saw the shock on her face.

“Yes, l am allowed to call them tits,” he laughed. “I’ve seen how your activity on the netball court changes when members of the male staff are watching, how you jump more energetically the make your tits bounce and your skirt to fly up to show you perfectly round bottom in those white panties, panties that you show off every time you sit down, yes, now you know why l made you sit twice.”

“I’m sorry headmaster,” she said, standing up, “l refuse to listen to any more of this, l don’t know what l have done to deserve this but l refuse to listen to any more.”

She turned and walked towards the door.

“If you know what’s good for you you will sit back down, and this time don’t cross your legs, part them and let me see your panties.”

“What do you mean?” She said.

“Maybe this will give you a clue,” he said, opening a file that had been sitting on his desk and revealing the red exercise book inside. He immediately saw her face go red ...

... as she recognised the book.

“Wh….where did you get that?” She said.

“From your bedroom, where do you think,” he said, “I regularly visit your bedroom Lucy when you are out playing sport, usually l only do it to search through you laundry bag for your soiled underwear, l do so love the smell and taste of your used panties.”

“Oh my god, you’re a pervert,” she said, “l will report you.”

“Oh l don’t think so,” he smirked, “not when your family read what you have written in this book, now sit back down and open your legs like l told you.”

Slowly she returned to the chair, this time sitting with her legs slightly apart.

“Wider,” he ordered, waving his hand, “l want to see your crotch.”

“Please don’t do this to me,” she pleaded.

“I thought you liked old men playing with you,” he said tapping the red book.

“That’s not real,” she protested, “it was something l made up, just a fantasy.”

“Well it seems pretty authentic to me,” he laughed, “well written too l might add although l doubt of Miss Hughes would give you a credit for it. So how old were you when you sat on your grandad’s knee and he first put his hand up your skirt.”

“It didn’t happen,” she cried, “l made it up.”

“I wonder it your parents would believe that if they read this story,” he said. “The bit about when you first felt his cock getting hard and he slipped his fingers inside your panties is very well written, l bet you enjoyed that, how many fingers did he put inside you the first ...