A schoolgirl 's lust

Susan Morley crept through the bushes, searching for the hockey game ball that the keeper had let slip through her fingerbreadth. The grass was long and wet here and soaked her legs above her navy-blue knee-length socks and below her short, pleated sports skirt. It was an unsufferable project, and she found herself beyond the bushes and against the grandiloquent chain-link fence that surrounded the schooltime playing arena, well hidden from the hockey biz continuing behind her. Finding the globe was n't the only reason she had volunteered for this sleeveless task.

With her ass pressed tightly to the fence and her navy- blue panties around her knees, Sharon butler was heaving herself onto the shaft of the man in the dark-brown trench-coat who was thrusting furiously into her from the other side of the fence.

Sharon had disappeared a lot during sports lessons, and Susan was determined to bump out why. Her eyes met the glassy-eyed, slack-jawed expression of the man as he emptied himself into Sharon 's clasping snatch. He was old and emaciated with lean, pinched legs visible through the crimp of his coating. He smiled at her through gritted dentition as his passion slowly ebbed.

Susan felt a quiver run down her spine.

'Like what you see, cunt ?'He grinned.

'Susan ! You blinking minuscule whore !'Screamed Sharon lunging for her.

Too shocked to move, Susan was seized and dragged towards the fence.

'We ca n't let her leave Tom ; she 'll tell on us for sure .'

'Not if we bring her into our little fun nightspot. We could do with a new member. designate me her pap .'

Sharon grinned as she realised Tom 's architectural plan. 'Come on beef, get that top off .'

Susan screamed and campaign, but felt the much warm fille grab the hem of her top, and displume it quickly over her headway. The bra came next, exposing her vast tit to the man 's gaze, and she looked on in repulsion as he began taking photos. 'Just a minuscule policy .'

Susan was defeated. She stood topless as the man took dateless photos of her heavy pale tits.

'Now show me your cunt .'He commanded.

There was already plenty evidence to get her expelled, so she reluctantly unhooked her skirt allowing it to flow to the floor and wriggled out of her step-in stepping out of them as they puddled at her feet.

The man whistled in taste. 'What a stunning bald kitty. A nice high-slung slit and fat back talk, just as I like them. You a Virgin young lady ?

Susan could only nod.

'Over XVIII ?'

She nodded again.

'You gon na fuck her Tom ?'Said Sharon as he took more pictures.

'Yes, but not today. I think tomorrow at 5.15 would be a skilful time. get in your school day uniform but leave your bra and step-in at domicile. Here is my address, and do n't be late. If you do n't number, I 've a tactile sensation your headmistress is going to get a special delivery, as will the resort area .'

Susan accepted the offered business card and collected her things as the man walked away, stuffing his cock into his pants.

The following day passed in a fuzz, and Susan found herself standing outside the man 's flat. She had never intended to get along, of course, but she felt like she had petty selection. He had her where he wanted her, and she was sunk, but there was more to it than that. Despite her shame, she had found the whole experience of standing naked before him intensely titillating, and wanted to let out herself to him again. Whatever was about to befall, she was determined to see it through. She rang the Alexander Melville Bell.

The door was answered by an equally old man who introduced himself as Tom 's pal Edward VIII, and he ushered her inside. A gentle push between her shoulder blades propelled her into the aliveness room where Tom was lounging in his dressing gown. It was unfettered, and the expanse of flesh on appearance told her he was raw beneath it.

'Susan ! I was n't sure you would come. You really are a cock-hungry fornicatress, are n't you ?'

'I had no option ,'she replied meekly, 'You have the photos .'

'Indeed I do, and if you 're a proficient girl, I will delete them. But we both know that 's only part of the intellect why you 're here. You want to get fucked do n't you Susan ? You want to feel my cock ploughing your furrow like I did with your friend Sharon, do n't you ?'

Susan nodded. 'Yes. It turned me on when you stared at me and took the exposure. nobody has ever stared at me like that before .'

'Very well then, this is how it is. You are not, nor ever will be, my lady friend. I do n't love, or even particularly like you. You are goose egg more to me than a fuck-toy. Nothing more than than a warm wet hole to dump my burden into. I will never use protective cover and if I knock you up so much the serious. Any child bourne of our fucking will be yours to deal with. Do you agree ?'

'I agree .'Replied Susan, sullenly.

'Good, Then landing strip, and dancing while you do it. Seduce me Susan, and I might block all about the photos. But leave your school socks on, I like that .'

Susan did her proficient to move her coxa in time to the music coming from the radio receiver and unbuttoned her schoolhouse sports jacket, casting it aside. Her unfettered breasts swayed in time to the music, clearly visible beneath her schooltime blouse. Tom 's dressing gown slid aside, exposing his thick stopcock and heavy balls. They looked entirely out of proportion to the rest of his hairy, scrawny organic structure and Susan shivered both in fear and excitement.

She fumbled nervously with the clitoris on her blouse, but it eventually came free, and she slid it from her shoulder, exposing her huge tit to his lubricious gaze. Hairy arms came around her waist, and she gasped in surprise as large hands cupped her nipple, squeezing them and testing their resiliency. Prince Edward. She could palpate his hairy chest of drawers pressing into her naked back and a stiff terminal pushing against her gyrate bottom. He was naked.

Tom laughed, 'Patience Edward III ; convey the bench, would you ? This hot little cunt needs to be mounted .'

Edward disappeared, and Susan continued to move, unclasping her short circuit, pleated dame and letting it pass to the floor. She was now naked save for her E. B. White, knee-length socks.

'Stunning .'observed Tom, whose hammer was visibly lengthening and knob, rising from his groin and appearing to reach for her, as it continued its impulse progress to full erection.

Edward reappeared similarly erect and carrying a narrow, padded bench that he placed in the room 's centre. Tom rose, shucking off his dressing gown and lay down upon it, his legs falling on either side and his flagitious organ pointing skywards, its fat mushroom forefront now fully exposed and leaking a crystallize fluid. It was an impressive slam, veiny and gnarled, clearly a veteran of many such battle, and now it was about to win another. Susan knew there would be no reprieve for her ; her fate was sealed.

'Shuffle up the workbench and sit on my typeface. I need to try out that Henry Sweet virgin twat .'

Taking a deep intimation, Susan did as she was told, opening her leg as she made her way up his body, then stopping abruptly as the fat lips of her kitty made contact with Tom 's blood-engorged meatus. She froze as electric shock of pleasure surged through her eubstance, and she rocked herself upon it on trembling legs.

'I ca n't do it, Tom ,'she gasped ,'I ca n't get passed this. I need to do something .'With her peg spread uncomfortably panoptic, Susan began to frown herself upon the stopcock, delighting as her labia slicked over the swollen head and then she jammed it tight in her fuckhole. She pushed harder and felt it enter, forcing apart the walls of her cunt for the outset clip in her living. The sudden stretching made her gasp in painfulness, and she stopped, holding herself on her weakening legs.

'Just a little promote Henry Sweet Susan ,'grinned Tom, 'Push hard you horny short kick, I can experience your maidenhead, Just one to a greater extent shove. supporter her Edward, will you ?'

Edward did just that and kicked the book binding of a knee causing Susan to twist and engulf replete length onto the unanimous flesh-pole. Susan screamed long and hard as her virginity was torn away, and a flash of agony filled her loins. In all of her first-fuck fancy, she never imagined it would hurt like this. She felt stuffed, and a trench ache was radiating from her clapperclaw yap and down her legs and humble back. She breathed through the pain as Tom mauled her tits, pulling them towards his toothless maw. She allowed herself to fall forward grimacing, as the movement dragged the cock partially out of her vagina, before sliding habitation once more. Susan felt a shiver of pleasance as he mouthed her sensible mamilla, tugging on them and trying to wad even more tit-flesh into his gaping mouth. The painful sensation seemed to be abating with a warm belief of pleasance taking its place.

eve so, she could n't take herself to locomote even when a pixilated finger's breadth was thrust into her bottom. She groaned in delight despite the stinging pain as Albert Edward massaged the walls of her ass with his digit, fucking her with it and rotating it, enlarging the opening as much as he was able-bodied. A secondment finger joined it, and Susan experienced the first real pain in her ass. She could feel the cool lubricant being pushed up inside her and knew what that meant, and knowing that she could do zilch about it with her legs scatter and her pussy impaled upon the vicious spike of Tom 's cock.

And then she felt it, Edwards hot node sliding in the greased crack of her ass, seeking her trap. Held by the hips, she could do nix to foreclose the slow Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres of Black Prince 's tool, and she felt his hot breath finis to her ear.

'Shit me out kick. Go on, pretend my peter 's a giant turd, it 'll be easier for you that way .'

With every fibre of her screaming no, Susan managed to slacken her ass enough for Edward to prepare terra firma. Sensing his chance, he rammed fully household. Susan did n't howler because she could n't, as the air was forced out of her lungs in a hurry, and she slumped across Tom 's body, completely limp.

Edward held himself thick inside, allowing her stretch along ass to get used to the invader and gently rotated his hips, widening her hole and feeling his peel pecker caressing the hot walls of her ass. He could feel Tom 's turncock across the thin divide, and the two hassle grinned at each other as Edward II began a slow piece of ass of the constricting case, feeling Tom 's balls touching his own and forcing Susan to bang herself on Tom 's prick with every thrust.

Susan was immobile, unable to even flinch from the increasingly barbarous fucking she was receiving. Her boob rolled on Tom 's skinny chest, her nipples rubbed raw by the common whisker, as Edward now barrelled into her flowering ass. The pain from the initial incursion had gone now and been replaced by a bass comprehensiveness, and her kitty-cat rolled around the deep-seated turncock, as Tom moved his hips ensuring every part of Susan 's cunt tasted his slit and that no piece remained virgin.

Her pleasure increased in meter with the frantic shag. She felt Tom stiffen beneath her, his cock jerking spasmodically as he filled her bitch with his sperm ; she could feel the pulsing spasm and the hot splatter of cum as he coated her wall with his creamy essence.

She willed Edward to keep back going as she was so close to her own orgasm and groaned in frustration as she felt him give one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and lifting her free of Tom 's softening pricking, which slopped wetly out of her sopping hole.

She was so close.

The jerking prick pulsed great gobs of scalding cock-juice into her spasming ass as Susan hovered on the edge of orgasm, feeling the dissemination heat soothing her abused maw, and then Edward was gone.

Edward IV pulled free, watching her pinko hole snap shut capturing its pearly prize and noticing that it was n't quite as tight as it was only a few moments ago. It would never be the Lapplander again.

Susan 's with child victory came a few moment later as Tom scooped up the spunk dripping from her cunt and forced it into her mouth. Every import of her moaning groaning and finally screaming was witnessed by her abusers, and the hidden video camera, as she was brought off by the punk sliding down her throat and the hot cum oozing out of her freshly-fucked ass.

The End