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Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 01

By: PrevertedMe



The thin second hand crept around the clock face until its snail-like progress caused the minute hand to finally snap into the position over the 12. 

"Okay, that's it for today," Mrs. Chandler announced.

Tossing her book bag over a shoulder Danielle Lawrence joined her three detention fellows into the hall. Outside they each went their separate ways, a couple climbing into cars. But not Danielle. She hadn't told her mother about the detention, she'd lied and said she was going over to a friend's house after school. Being 18 meant she didn't require a parent's signature on her detention slip so she could avoid the inevitable lecture if her mother had learned of her misconduct.

The thick soles of her black shoes smacked the sidewalk as she strolled to Judy Grant's house. Rising up out of those shoes her white socks covered the majority of her calves. And above those socks her tan thighs eventually disappeared beneath the hem of her school uniform's skirt. Inches higher the garment hugged her delicate hips. Tucked into its waistband her white blouse flowed up to snuggle the curvature of her 36C breasts. The blouse's top buttons were open and above the resulting vee her fresh face soaked in the bright sunshine, her long, thick brunette hair pulled back in a sporty ponytail.

Prancing up the steps to Judy's door she rang the bell. It was answered by a nice looking man in his late 30s wearing dark khakis, a dress shirt with cuffed sleeves and a white t-shirt beneath its open front. It was easy to see that he liked to keep in shape, but wasn't fanatical about it.

"Hey Danielle," Judy's father wore a surprised smile as he greeted her.

"Um... Hey Mr. Grant," she half-stuttered. "Is Judy here?"

He hesitated for a moment, giving her uniform a quizzical look. "No, she... uh went for a quick shopping trip with her mother."

"Oh. Um...," Damn, she thought, I forgot to remind her about today.

"I doubt she'll be too long," Mr. Grant offered. "You wanna come in and wait?"

"Um, yea sure," she nodded. She knew she couldn't go home just yet. If she did her mother would wonder why she hadn't spent longer at her friend's and might become suspicious.

Moments later she was sitting on the couch with a soda, absently watching a television news program. Her host sat at the other end of the couch, his legs kicked out so that his bare feet rested under the coffee table. The news program didn't exactly interest Danielle and her mind wandered.

"So how's school going?" Mr. Grant's question brought her back to the present.

Blinking, she realized the TV was showing a commercial.

"About the same as that question . . . Boring," she smirked.

"Ok. Ok." He held up a hand in mock surrender as he turned toward her slightly. "I'll try to refrain from asking boring questions."

In the ensuing silence Danielle found it difficult to meet his gaze. She'd had a crush on her friend's father ever since meeting him, and her nerves were tingling as he stared at her.

"So... um, Mrs. Grant took Judy shopping?" she asked, trying to calm herself.

"Yeap," he nodded.

Another silence unfolded and she wished the commercials would end and the news, as boring as it was, would return.

"You have to stay late at school?" He asked.

"Um . . . Yea," she kind of whispered. She didn't want to tell him about her detention either and she was suddenly afraid he'd ask. "What . . . Um, What happened between you two?"

"Huh?"

"Between you and Judy's mom. What happened? Why'd you guys split-up?" While she was asking the question as a way to change the subject, it was something she'd actually been curious about for some time.

"Oh. We just kind of grew apart," he shrugged.

She made a scoffing sound.

"What?" He asked.

"That's what all divorced parents say," she challenged. "Unless they actually admit to someone having an affair . . . Or one of them just takes off."

"Oh yea, Judy told me about your dad. How old were you?"

"Eight," her temporary bravado faded away to another near whisper.

"That had to suck."

Over the years plenty of adults had expressed this same general sentiment, only they'd all used softer phrases such as "that must have been rough" or "that must have hurt." So Mr. Grant's choice of words surprised her.

"Yea . . . it did," she nodded, lifting her eyes to look at him. When she did she thought she caught him admiring the way her shirt flowed over her breasts and she felt her cheeks warm.

"So what about you and Mrs. Grant?" She pressed, absently turning slightly toward him.

"Like I said, we grew apart," he shrugged again.

"Come on," she sighed. "What happened? Did you get caught?"

"Oh, because I'm the man, I must be the one that had an affair?" He mocked indignation.

"No. That's not..." her voice trailed off to keep her from expressing her thoughts.

"Yes?" He pressed after a moment.

"That's not what I meant," she stared at the floor.

"So what did you mean?"

She remained silent.

"Danielle, do you think I had an affair?"

"I don't know," she whispered. "But that whole 'we grew apart' line just sounds so phony. And it does usually mean someone messed around." She paused then, considering how much more she dared say.

"Ok, I can understand that," he shrugged. "But why would I have to be the guilty one? Certainly women are just as prone to cheating."

She tried to lift her gaze and look at him, but couldn't.

"S- Sure," she whispered. "It's just that . . . um . . . It just seems like . . . like you'd have more opportunities to . . . you know..." She felt her cheeks flushing with the realization of just how close she was to sharing one of her secrets.

"Ok. So why is that? Why would I have more opportunities?"

"Because-of-how-good-looking-you-are." Although she didn't want to say it the sentence spilled from her mouth as if a single word.

"Ah. Well, thank you," he chuckled softly.

Her gaze remained downcast, her cheeks burning a deeper red.

"But I didn't," he sighed after a moment. "And neither did Carol. As cliché as it may be, we honestly just kind of grew apart."

"Ok." She decided to accept his answer in hopes that it'd allow the topic to be dropped, saving her from further embarrassment. On the TV the news had resumed and she hoped it would draw his attention.

And for the moment it did seem to.

But then another commercial break came.

"So what about you? " He muted the television. "What brings you by today?"

Looking over, Danielle saw that he'd never turned back to his initial position facing the TV, but had instead remained turned partially toward her.

"I just thought I'd drop by," she lied, her gaze once more falling to the floor.

"Uh-huh," he didn't sound convinced. "And it's just a coincidence that you arrived minutes after detention lets out while still in your uniform?"

Her eyes shot up to find him wearing a confident smirk, one that let her know that he knew.

"I guess maybe I should've changed before coming over," she surrendered with a sigh. She did have a change of clothes in her book bag which she'd expected to change into here . . . at the Grant's home. In Judy's room. With Judy.

"I'm glad you didn't," his smirk turned mischievous, his gaze drifting down over her body for a moment. "You're old enough to sign your own school slips, aren't you? I'm guessing you told your mom you were coming here after school so that she wouldn't know about the detention."

"Yes," she whispered, her gaze once more falling to the floor.

"So why'd you get detention?"

"I cut a couple classes," she admitted.

"To go shopping?"

She didn't want to answer and so she said nothing while staring at the floor.

"No? Not shopping, huh," his tone was calculating. "Then it must've had something to do with a boy."

Danielle fought the urge to raise her eyes and look at him.

"You're not gonna try telling me it was just to meet him for ice cream, are ya?" His voice held a knowing chuckle.

She felt the couch shift and through the tops of her eyes she saw him shifting a couple inches toward her.

"It was to hook-up, wasn't it," now his tone was heavy with his breath. "Was it the first time?"

The couch shifted again as he moved to a point where a mere foot of cushion remained between them. She could feel his body heat, smell his cologne. She also felt his eyes crawling over her body. 

Suddenly Danielle's mouth was very dry. She took a nervous sip of her soda.

"M- Mr. Grant . . . I, um, I . . . don't know if..." her voice trailed off, unable to continue as she managed to lift her gaze and meet his.

His eyes simmered with a hunger. One she'd seen before . . . kind of. It'd been in the faces of the boys she'd been with. And a few she hadn't. But this time . . . in Mr. Grant's gaze . . . it was different. She didn't know how it was different, she couldn't have explained it, she only knew that it was.

"It's okay," he whispered. "It's just the two of us here."

There was an emphasis in his last words, one that made her acutely aware of where she was and who she was with. Briefly, for just a split-second, she thought about making up an excuse so she could leave.

But then that split-second was gone.

And she did not. 

Instead she drew in a deep breath and held his gaze as her heart began to race.

"It wasn't your first time, was it?" His voice carried that same hunger.

Her entire body tingled with the electricity shooting along her nerves. Her eyes once more fell to the floor as she found herself unable to continue meeting his gaze. Timidly she shook her head.

"How many boys have you been with?" His tone still carried that hunger, but was also relaxed and confident.

"M- Mr. . . . Mr. Grant," she whispered, her voice shaking.

His hand came up to brush her cheek. The contact sent a shiver racing down her spine and stirred a warmth deep inside her.

"It's all right," he assured her. "You can tell me." His fingers caressed her cheek with a gentleness she'd never experienced before. "How many?"

Then he cupped her cheek and his thumb lightly traced her jawline.

Instinctively Danielle leaned into his cradling hand.

Thoughts about the boys she'd been with flowed through her mind. There'd been three. She remembered how they'd been, how they'd acted. How their touch had felt heavy and cumbersome, not light and delicate like Mr. Grant's. In fact, she couldn't remember them caressing her cheek at all. Only rushing to grab at her breasts and reach under her skirt.

"How many?" He pressed.

"Th- Three," she breathed, almost involuntarily.

"Three, huh. You're naughty," the hunger in his tone thickened.

Another shiver, this one heavier with electricity, raced down her spine. It caused her to tremble. She tried to raise her eyes to look directly at him, but couldn't. So instead she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"You are a naughty girl, aren't you?" He sighed.

Gusts of hot air wafted through her. Deep inside her she felt those gusts fanning her embers into smoldering coals.

"You are also quite beautiful," he added. He brought his other hand to rest on her thigh, an inch below her skirt's hem.

Another electrified shiver raced down her spine. She trembled again. Now her flesh began to simmer with the heat building up inside her. Fighting her anxiety she raised her eyes while opening them.

He was staring at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of adoration and hunger.

"How many times, Danielle?" His fingers made light, nearly undetectable scratches on her thigh just below her skirt.

"Huh?" She whispered. She knew what he meant, she just didn't want to answer.

"How many times have you been with someone?" His fingers slid up to the very edge of her skirt.

"Jus- Just a few..." she inhaled deeply, trying to calm her jangling nerves.

"So, just once with each of the boys?"

Her heart pounded within her chest. Electricity crackled along her nerves. Heat wafted through her from the embers smoldering within her loins.

"Wh- Why do you wanna know?" She managed to ask.

"I can see how beautiful you are," he whispered. "And how sexy. But I can't see how naughty you are."

Silence filled the next moments.

The man's one hand continuing to cradle her chin while his other teased her thigh, the fingertips at the edge of her skirt.

"Fi- Five times," she whispered. "I've had sex five times."

She'd been sitting fairly stiffly, her petite body tense with her rolling uncertainty. But her body was also simmering hotly and that growing heat caused her to relax slightly. As she sighed out the words her one knee fell a couple inches away from the other.

"Oh yes," Mr. Grant chuckled. His fingers slipped up to under the hem of her skirt while also dipping a smidge downward onto her inner thigh. "You are naughty."

For the next few moments they remained like this: Danielle sitting motionless with her friend's father next to her on the couch, his hands caressing her cheek and thigh. During those moments she thought about the three boys and what they'd done . . . how they'd treated her. How they had acted and how they'd been. She instinctively compared them to the present situation . . . Mr. Grant's words and touch.

"You are so beautiful," he sighed. His fingers slid down from her chin to brush at the side of her neck a few times. "Just beautiful."

Then he cupped her chin again and tenderly turned her face toward him. She raised her eyes to his and saw that the mixture of adoration and hunger had intensified. His other hand gently pulled her leg toward him, increasing the gap between her knees by another inch even as his fingers danced over her flesh under the hem of her skirt.

"So. It seems that you've been a naughty girl for others," he whispered. "And now I think you're gonna be a naughty girl for me."

"Ye- Yes, Sir," she whispered without knowing why.

The hunger in his eyes flared. "Oh yes. You are gonna make me very happy."

Still cradling her chin he lifted it slightly as he leaned in. Instinctively Danielle closed her eyes. His lips pressed smoothly against her full ones.

The girl was dazed by the chain of events . . . by the idea of her friend's father actually touching her. She'd had no idea such a thing could . . . or ever would . . . happen. So she was extremely unsure about how to act or what to do. 

Yet when she felt his lips parting she freely opened her own mouth and raised her tongue to meet his. They kissed for several long, hungry moments, their tongues swirling. His hand slid back around to cradle the nape of her neck. His other fingers slipped half an inch up her inner thigh.

Her body's temperature climbed as her smoldering embers began to sizzle and glow with her passion. She began to tremble and she shifted toward him as she brought her hands up to timidly grab at his shoulders.

After a couple minutes his hand came out from under her skirt and moved to the top of her other thigh, rubbing at it through her skirt. It then gradually slid up to cup her hip, gently tugging at her a few times before moving further up. Crawling to her waist it cradled her and gently squeezed. From there it began a slow ascent along her side, lightly massaging her through her blouse until he was cradling her breast.

One of the boys Danielle had been with had used a less sophisticated form of this same technique; his hand having leapt from her thigh to her breast in a rush to maul at her. While that had been stimulating at the time, Mr. Grant's slow, deliberate approach aroused a much deeper pleasure within her. The heat from his hand radiated through her clothing, making her flesh simmer. His thumb brushing along the bottom of her breast made it - and its twin - ache with need. Her nipples swelled, poking into her bra. Her breathing grew heavy, panting between their kisses. Her nails scratched at his shoulders.

Then his hand slipped up to fully cup and cover her breast, squeezing it with gentle insistence.

Danielle whimpered through their kiss. Her body quivered, her back arching outward to press into his grasp.

While they continued to press their lips together and their tongues swirled, Mr. Grant concentrated on her breast. In response her nipples hardened more, jutting and jabbing at her bra as their ache made her cram herself harder and harder into his hand. Her fingers grabbed at his shoulders, her body starting to wiggle with the heat simmering through her.

As they continued to share passionate kisses, she instinctively shifted her position upon the couch. Laying back she kind of snuggled into its corner. Her one foot remained on the floor while her other was drawn up so her leg lay across Mr. Grant's lap and the foot itself dangled in the air. The maneuvers caused her clothing to become mussed. Her prim skirt no longer lay modestly over her thighs but had ridden up to expose inches of previously covered flesh. Also her once snuggly tucked-in blouse was now partially untucked and loose.

After a few more minutes Mr. Grant broke their kiss. Pulling back he gaze down upon her lovingly.

Danielle's heart raced as she half-sat, half-lay there before her friend's father while he fondled her breast. Nibbling at her bottom lip she nervously returned his gaze from under heavy lids, her green eyes smoldering with her growing desire.

His one hand slipped away from the back of her head. As it slid down toward her chest his other stopped massaging her breast. Danielle quietly mewed with the loss. Then his two hands began unfastening her top's buttons and her breath caught as she watched him start to reveal her.

Being careful not to pull the top open, his fingers deliberately undid the buttons, working their way down one after another. While doing this he gazed adoringly down upon the sight they slowly exposed; the teasing glimpses of her flesh and the inner curves of her breasts, her simple, white cotton bra cradling them. After undoing the last exposed button just above her skirt he paused for a moment, his eyes crawling back up to the rise of her breasts. Then he opened the top, folding its two halves aside.

Danielle's shallow breaths were evident in the way her pert tits rose and fell within that simple bra. Her swollen nipples stood out clearly beneath its soft material. Below them her flat tummy trembled with the electricity sparking along her nerves.

Settling his hands at her sides he held her, his eyes crawled over her again, his pleasure obvious in their glint. By gently tugging at her he coaxed her to raise up. He leaned in and their lips met once again. As their tongues resumed their duel one hand slipped around to her back to unhook her bra through her blouse. As it slipped back around to the front it slid under the loosened bra. His fingers danced over the delicate flesh of her breast with a soft touch that was nearly non-existent. They fluttered across her nipple, sending jolts of electricity shooting out from the sensitive nerve-endings to the deepest depths of her body.

Her embers began to glow red-hot with the heat sizzling within her loins. She panted . . . quietly mewed. Her body softened and he allowed her to lean back into the corner again.

His hand covered her tit. As his fingers splayed out to cup the firm mound his palm flattened over her swollen nipple. Then his fingers tensed, squeezing it with a firm gentleness, his palm rubbing against her nipple.

The ache that had been awoken within her tits responded to the attention, making her whimper excitedly. Waves of passion washed through her. Her back arched, shoving her tit into his hand.

He massaged the mound for several long minutes while they continued kissing passionately. With every tensing of his fingers the ache flowing through her body increased, fanning the glowing coals of her desire.

Eventually his fingers slithered up to focus on her nipple, They flittering over and across the sensitive bud, causing sparks of excitement to explode through her.


Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 01



Her embers grew hotter, more intense. Her body took control over her thoughts and actions so that when he broke their kiss moments later she offered no resistance as he guided her into a more laid back position against the armrest, her body molding into the position his hands suggested.

From under heavy lids she watched him lean down.

He kissed her lips . . . her cheek . . . her neck. His lips brushed her flesh again and again as they worked down her shoulder . . . then further. While his lips were making the trek he pushed her bra up off her breasts, fully exposing them to the cool air and his massaging hands. He cupped her ripe mounds, gently squeezed. His thumbs swiped back and forth across her nipples.

Danielle's body simmered with the desire being fanned within her loins, her embers flickering into flames. Her breasts ached with need. She panted, her bottom lip open and quivering. Her nails scratched at his shirt.

Then his lips closed over one nipple, his moist mouth covering it. His tongue curled over and around it.

Electricity shot along her nerves.

He gently suckled on the swollen bud.

Scorching wind blasted through her loins. Her flames blazed.

"Oh God." She moaned out, her back arching.

He suckled on her breast, cupping and squeezing it. His other hand fondled her other pert mound, the fingers brushing at her nipple before closing around the whole breast.

Panting and moaning, she started to squirm with the heat flowing through her.

He pulled back, lifting his mouth from her nipple.

She whimpered quietly.

Raising up he gazed down on her, his hands fondling her tits, before leaning down again. This time his lips converged on the opposite nipple.

"Oh," she whimpered, her back arching more. "Oh God."

Her friend's father spent the next several minutes massaging and suckling her twin peaks; his lips locked atop one then the other, his fingers teasing, his hands squeezing. He switched between them smoothly, his mouth gliding from one swollen nipple to the other. Back and forth he moved. His gentle lips kissed and suckled, his tongue swirling.

The boys . . . The ones she'd been with . . . None of them had ever treated her like this. None had showered her breasts with such appreciation. They had only grabbed at her awkwardly, pawed at her with their clumsy hands. There had been nothing like this man's gentle and confident attentions.

Danielle's fires raged. She moaned and whimpered. Her body arched and squirmed with her building desire. And her movements changed her position upon the couch even more. So much so that she was soon laying on it with just her head supported by the armrest. Her one leg still lay across his lap, its knee bent sharply and pressed against the back cushions. Her other leg was thrown out along the side of the couch's length, her foot resting on the floor.

Eventually he stopped loving her breasts. Withdrawing his mouth he pulled back and gazed down on her once again. But while his lips left her, his hands did not. They remained on her, cupping and fondling her tits.

Panting, she stared down along her body. Past where her bra had been shoved up and out of the way his hands manipulated her breasts which surged with her labored breaths. At the corners of her vision lay the edges of her thrown open top. Further down her skirt was disheveled, much of it piled high on her thighs where it had ridden to, revealing much of her tender flesh.

After a moment or two, one of his hands slipped away from her breast. Its fingers drew subtle lines down across her tummy. Her abs quivered with the electricity they created. Reaching her waist the hand slid down past her rumpled skirt to settle on her exposed thigh. His fingers scratched delicate lines into her flesh.

The contact sent tropical gusts flowing through her, adding to the heat simmering in her body.

Biting her lip she looked up to see his eyes crawling up and over her body. They inched their way up from her thigh, over her quivering abs, and past her heaving, firm breasts to eventually meet her gaze.

Again she saw hunger there . . . a primal need . . . a feral desire coursing through him as he touched and toyed with her younger body. In that moment Danielle understood why his was different from those others. Theirs had always been an uncontrolled appetite, something overpowering and unyielding. But his was a more controlled craving, one of a patient predator.

This new understanding triggered a question in the girl's mind; Exactly how long had her friend's father been waiting to touch her?

The question was forgotten almost immediately though.

The hand on her thigh had been stationary, the fingers light scratching its only movement. But now it slid up to disappear beneath her skirt. It stopped with its fingertips a hair's breadth from her crotch.

Danielle's fires roared with hungry anticipation, vanquishing the question, as well as most other thoughts. Need and desire rolled through her making her hips roll upon the couch as her body screamed for his fingers to travel the last few millimeters to touch her.

But they didn't.

At least not immediately.

Instead they lingered on her inner thigh for what was an excruciating long minute for the girl. The tips traced delicate circles on her sensitive flesh while his other hand continued its fondling of her breast and he stared down on her, watching her whimper and pant, seeing her bite at her lip.

Then . . . eventually . . . his hand did crawl forward. It inched across the last tiny fragments of her flesh to the edge of her panties. It slithered across that edge to the center of her crotch where his fingers pressed at her sex through her panties simple cotton.

The girl's hips jerked.

The man's eyes blazed with lust.

"Your panties are soaking wet, Danielle" he told her.

The statement didn't surprise her. She knew she was aroused, that her pussy was growing moist with her juices. She could feel it. And she knew that her panties would be absorbing some of those juices.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, again without knowing why.

The lust in his eyes flared higher. And for the first time he responded in an obviously uncontrolled manner with both his hands tensing simultaneously. The one on her breast constricted hard enough to cause portions of her pliant mound to squeeze up between his splayed fingers. The other jerked between her legs, the fingers jumping against her crotch and pressing hard at her panties-covered sex.

The duel actions caused Danielle's body to jump and roll before him. Her back arched and her hips hopped off the couch.

"Damn. You're such a naughty girl," he groaned.

"Ye- Yes, Sir," she whispered yet again.

This time his reaction wasn't as reactionary. Instead of squeezing at her breast, he switched positions and grasped her swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger so he could tweak the hard nub, pulling on it while twisting slightly. At the same time his other hand swept up to cuff the joining of her leg and torso. This allowed his thumb to stretch up across the wet patch of her panties and rub while searching out and rubbing at her clit.

Electricity and heated air rushed through her body, making her nerves jangle and her fires roar. She gasped. Her hips bucked up, cramming her sex at him. Her torso kind of coiled in an attempt to pull her nipple away while simultaneously increasing the tension of his tweaking digits.

"You are gonna be such a good little slut for me," he groaned, watching her.

The duel assault upon her body continued for several more moments. While he never released her nipple, the tension fluctuated; his digits pulling and twisting hungrily one second, then simply tugging on her swollen point the next. His other thumb bumped and pressed at her clit, the button swelling to poke out from beneath its hood and into her panties. Meanwhile the digit's pressure on her swollen pussy-lips through the wet cotton of her panties made her juices flow more, weakening the material of her panties more and more.

"Oh God. Oh God," She whimpered between gasps.

She was squirming and rolling upon the couch, her one leg jerking in his lap, her other bumping against the couch. Her scratching nails lost their grip at his shoulders and fell; one grabbed onto the couch's back cushion and the other clutched at the cushion under her.

"So, so naughty," he sighed happily.

His hands shifted, both of them stopping their manipulation of her body. This elicited a sad whimper from her. While the hand already under her skirt moved up to the top of her panties, the other slid down and dipped under her skirt to join it. Gripping her panties at either hip he began to tug at them. Danielle raised her ass to assist him. He pulled the panties down both her legs then over her shoe-clad feet. Once the garment was free she instinctively opened herself to him, dropping the one leg back over the couch's side while bending her other knee up and planting that foot into the crook between the couch back and seat. Now her skirt was even more disheveled, piled up so that it barely covered her crotch. He gazed down at her, his expression filled with lust and admiration. Reaching out, he laid one hand at the mid-point of each thigh. He caressed her flesh, his hands crawling up a couple inches then retreating a little, then progressing a little further.

Laying there under his hungry scrutiny, Danielle's body seethed with her own desire. Her fires raged, scorching her loins with need.

"You're so damn beautiful," he sighed, his palms hot against her flesh. "So beautiful . . . And so naughty."

"Pl- Please, Mr.- Mr. Grant," she whispered.

"'Please' what?" His hands were now only an inch from her crotch.

"Wh- What are you gonna do?" She continued to whisper, liking the way the hunger in his eyes flared when she did.

His hands pushed her skirt up to pile the entire thing at her waist. Between her spread legs her pussy glistened with her wetness, downy-fine hairs sparkling with dew. Between her puffy labia her wet slit shimmered bright pink.

"You mean you don't know?" He dragged his eyes up to her face.

The excitement in his eyes fanned her already raging fires. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her hips rolled. When she opened her eyes again she met his gaze and nodded timidly.

"Bu- But I want you to te- tell me," she whispered.

"Oh fuck," his groan of approval rolled up from deep in his chest. His two hands converged on her crotch. Some fingers drew her lips apart, allowing his thumbs easier access to her slit where they played in her juices and probed at the edges of her opening. Other fingers searched out and rubbed at her clit. "You are so naughty."

She gasped, her hands clawing at the couch. Her hips rolled, her ass lifting up.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Sweetie," he told her, his tone thick and heavy. "I'm gonna put my hard cock in your sweet little pussy and fuck you."

She whimpered, biting harder at her lip as her hips started to gyrate.

"But first I'm gonna eat your pussy," he announced, his gaze once again dropping to her sex and his busy digits. "Have you ever had your pussy eaten, Danielle?"

She had not. She'd heard about it. She'd wondered what it would be like. But none of the boys had ever taken the time to do it. They'd simply rushed from putting their finger in her to putting their thing in her. In fact, one had barely even gotten her panties out of the way.

She quietly shook her head.

"Well, I bet a naughty girl like you is gonna love it," he sighed. Then he shifted back and lowered his face between her legs. His fingers held her open as he placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her pussy then slowly drew it up, being sure to apply extra pressure as he slid past her opening.

Danielle whimpered.

At the top of her pussy, his tongue lapped at her swollen clit.

The girl gasped and her hips jumped.

Then he licked his way back down, again pressing harder as he passed her opening. Reaching the bottom he retraced his path upward, again paying a moment's attention to her clit at the top before once more retreating.

"Oh God," she whimpered.

He repeated these actions over and over, his tongue licking her from bottom to top. With each stroke he paid more and more attention to her opening, hesitating momentarily to swirl the tip of his tongue around its edge before moving on. He also increased the pressure with which he lapped at her clit each time.

"Oh God yes. God yes," Danielle panted, her ass hopping and jerking with the singular jolts of electricity buzzing along her nerves. Upon the armrest her head lulled from one side to the other. Her hands clutched at the couch cushions they gripped.

At one point he paused to suck at her clit, the tip of his tongue flicking it rapidly. Simultaneously he positioned his thumb to massage her opening.

"Oh God, Mr. Grant," she gasped, her hips bucking and her ass hovering.

He pressed a little harder with his thumb, its tip spearing past the edge to wiggle and rub. His tongue lapped at her clit faster . . . harder.

"Oh God yes!" Danielle cried. Her body twisted before him. Her muscles tensed, her hands pulling at the cushions. Her back arched and her hips pushed herself at his thumb and active tongue. "God yes. Oh God, Mr. Grant."

His thumb progressively penetrated her to the first knuckle. His tongue lapped.

Electricity jolted along her nerves with both increasing force and frequency. Her fires roared higher and higher, searing her loins. Whimpering with her broiling passions her one hand snatched at the back of his head only to jerk back up and claw at the couch.

His tongue settled into a uniform licking rhythm and his rolling thumb slipped completely inside her.

From deep within her burning loins an orgasm was drawn forward; his exploring digit heaving it into existence, his lapping tongue propelling it toward release.

"Oh God. Oh God!" Danielle cried, her head snapping from side-to-side, her body tensing from the impending explosion. Her one foot kicked down into the crook of the couch and her other thumped down onto the floor. "Oh Mr. Grant."

He continued his attentions while her hips bucked and jerked before him.

"Oh God." The orgasm teetered precariously upon the ledge for a moment, her body quivering with anticipation.

His tongue lapped at her, his thumb rolling and rubbing.

"Oh God yes!" Her orgasm rushed over the edge, crashing through her with tidal force. Her body jerked and twisted inches above the couch. Her hands tore at the cushions. Her neck bent back, her head lulling with it. Her mouth hung open, her eyes clamped shut. Upon her chest her tits rolled with her body's spastic twitching.

He continued licking . . . probing.

"God yes! God yes!" she cried between gasps. "Oh my God!"

The girl had experienced a few orgasms before, a couple with the boys even. They'd been okay; warm and fuzzy shudderings that tingled through her body.

They had been nothing compared to this.

Her entire body screamed with thundering intensity. Lightning crackled along every nerve making them shriek. Her fires raged. Her hips humped and jerked, pushing her sex at . . .

The man's tongue licked. His thumb pressed . . .

Her pussy muscles locked around the digit.

"Oh God yes!" She panted.

Then gradually, like the retreat of an ocean's tide, the orgasm began to ebb.

Her body calmed. Her neck relaxed, her head settling limply on the armrest again. Her leg muscles eased and her ass glided back to the couch. Her hands loosed their clasp upon the cushions.

Mr. Grant remained between her legs for a couple minutes, his tongue gently licking her sex and brushing across her clit, making her gasp and shiver. Then he pulled away, raising up to kneel between her legs and gaze down on her.

From beneath heavy lids she returned his gaze. Her lust had been sated . . . But it had also been fueled . . . intensified. Her flesh shimmered beneath a light sheen of sweat. Her breast rolled enticingly with her labored breaths.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He grinned.

Silently she nodded.

His hands moved to his belt.

Her eyes were drawn to his crotch. The obvious outline of his bulging cock beneath his slacks sent excitement rolling through her and she bit at her lip anxiously.

"You like having your pussy eaten," he undid his pants and pushed them down. The confines had kept his member from attaining complete erection, but now those confines were gone and it pulsed hungrily. "You like having your body played with. Your titties sucked on. Your pussy licked."

The girl stared at his throbbing cock. It was big . . . bigger than any she'd had. Two of the boys had been kind of big, but not like this. One of them might have been as long as Mr. Grant, but he'd been thin. And the other had been thick, but shorter.

Staring intently she watched him take it in hand and give it a couple of strokes, watched it grow and stiffen.

And she suddenly wanted it inside her. She wanted to feel the hard cock being buried deep inside her pussy. At the time she'd wanted those others too, but not like this. That had been a root necessity . . . a primal need grounded in the instinct to reproduce. This . . . This . . . THIS was so much more. It was a feral desire . . . a savage craving with no basis in propagation . . . no concern for the next generation at all. It was a yearning to feel the cock penetrating her . . . fucking her.

Her leg visibly pressed into the couch back as she tried to open herself more for him. Her hips rolled in invitation.

"Yes. You are a naughty girl." Hunger and joy flared in his eyes. Holding onto his cock he grabbed the couch back with his free hand and lowered himself toward her.

Danielle's body froze. She held her breath.

He guided his cock to her sex. He slid it up and down her slit, bumping against her swollen clit.

Her hips jerked.

He set the tip against her opening.

Her desire combined with his thumb's activities had her ready for him, her sex flowering open invitingly. But she was relatively unused so her muscles were still taut.

"Damn your tight," he groaned as his cock head forced her walls apart.

"Oh God," she quietly whimpered.

"Oh yes," he pushed part of his rigid shaft into her.

Danielle trembled beneath him.

Releasing his hold on his cock he brought his hand up to the armrest next to her head. Then he pulled his hips back slightly, withdrawing a portion of himself before pressing forward again, penetrating her further.

Whimpering she grabbed at his shoulders.

He had to pull back and push forward a couple more times before burying his full length inside her and grinding his crotch against hers.

"Oh God yes," she gasped as the cock filled her. Her nails scratched at his shirt. Her fires roared and her flesh shimmered hotly. "God yes."

He pulled back, removing a few inches. Then he pushed the whole thing back in again and once more ground his crotch against hers.

"Yes," her body quivered.

He repeated the action again and again; pulling back . . . pushing forward . . . grinding. Each time he withdrew a tad more of his cock, then pushed it back into her a little faster. And between these actions he spent a few less seconds grinding against her.

"Such a tight pussy," he groaned.

"Oh, Mr. Grant," she whimpered.

Back and forth his hips rocked, pumping his cock into her until only the head remained with each withdrawal and he was driving the full length back into her harder and harder. The force of these thrusts was soon shoving her ass down into the couch.

"Oh God. Oh God," she gasped over and over.

"You feel so good," he panted, his hips thrusting. "So good on my cock."

"Yes. God yes." Danielle lay upon the couch whimpering . . . panting. Her legs spread wide for him.




Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 01



His pistoning cock caressed the nerves lining her entrance. His pelvis slapped against her swollen clit.

"Fuck yea," he grunted above her. "So damn good."

"Oh, Mr. Grant." Her body was jolted by his thrusting hips. Her breasts rolled upon her chest.

"So damn good. You naughty girl."

Her feet found holds and humped her hips up to meet him, pushing herself onto his shaft.

"You're such a naughty girl," he groaned. "Letting me put my cock in you . . . Letting me fuck you."

"Oh yes." An orgasm stirred within her loins. Her head rolled to one side, her eyes closing tightly. Her nails clawed at his shoulders. "Yes Sir."

"Bad girl. Naughty girl. Letting me have you." The force of his thrusts continued to build. "Letting me fuck your sweet little pussy."

"Yes, Sir. Oh God yes." The orgasm was coaxed to the ledge where it lingered teasingly, making her nerves ring with anticipation.

"Such a naughty girl," he growled, his cock slamming into her, driving her ass down into the couch. "Letting . . . me . . . Letting me fuck you."

Her orgasm hung upon the edge, taunting her with its promise. She bit at her lip. Her muscles tensed. She whimpered with needy anticipation, dug her nails into his shoulders.

"Yes. Take it. Take my cock!" He growled, his hunger vanquishing any remnants of control. His hips drove at her, slammed his cock into her again . . . and again . . . and again. "Take it! Take it you naughty . . . little . . . slut!"

Her ass bounced off the couch even as her leg muscles strained to cram herself up to meet his wild thrusts. Her head snapped from side-to-side. Her torso writhed with the fevered action, her open blouse and loose bra slipping and sliding along with it.

"Naughty girl! Dirty slut!" He fucked her with abandon, used her tight pussy for his own pleasure.

"Mmm. Mmm." She whimpered, his words adding urgency to her looming orgasm, making her body tremble with heightened anticipation.

"Letting . . . me . . . fuck . . . you." In and out his cock pistoned, driving deep into her pussy with each forceful thrust.

Suddenly her orgasm was thrown from the ledge and sent crashing through her with thundering force. Her back arched up, her head snapped back. She cried out. Her muscles screamed with the electricity jolting along her every nerve. Her feet kicked down into their holds and shoved her ass into the air, cramming her pussy onto his cock while her hips humped and jerked.

Growling, he continued to fuck her for a few seconds more.

Then he slammed himself deep inside her and ground against her, his cock twitching and jumping with his own climax.

"Oh God!" Danielle cried, her orgasm being propelled to a new zenith. Fireworks exploded throughout her mind and body. "Oh God!"

"Fuck yea. Fuck yea," he groaned.

They ground their bodies together, humping . . . twitching . . . straining. They panted, gasped, and moaned through their orgasms.

His ended first.

He kept himself buried inside her, his hips rolling against her while she continued to tremble through the last moments of hers.

Then she slowly settled back onto the couch as hers faded.

"Oh God, Mr. Grant," she sighed, quivering with the aftershocks.

After a couple minutes his softening cock slipped from her and a thin trail of juices ran down into the crack of her ass. Pushing off the armrest he sat back, sighing.

From under hooded lids she stared at his smiling face, her mind a jumble of confused and excited thoughts. She could not believe what just happened, the intimacy she'd just shared with the older man . . . her friend's father. She'd had a crush on him for quite a while, yet she'd never allowed herself to imagine such a thing might happen . . . not really. Yet it had and she was laying splayed upon his couch with his semen in her pussy.

Shit! Judy! What if she walked in right now and found us like this? The sudden thought made her throw her one leg off the couch and quickly sit up, her hands fixing her clothing.

"Relax. We won't be discovered," he chuckled, reading her mind. "Judy's not coming home tonight. She's staying with her mother."

She gave him a questioningly look but his confident expression assured her he knew what he was talking about. Leaning against the armrest she settled back into the corner of the couch, her hands holding her top closed, her disheveled skirt pulled partway down.

"I guess it's confession time," he grinned mischievously. "When you showed up here, in your uniform, I guessed the whole didn't-want-to-tell-your-mom-about-detention thing and that Judy had failed to tell you about her change of plans. So, I decided to play along and see if I could . . . well . . . see if I could do what I just did."

"But . . ." her voice trailed off, her eyes finding her white, cotton panties laying on the floor where he'd dropped them. She could see the dark stain her juices had created at their crotch. "Mr. Grant?"

"Yes?" He stood up. Pulling his pants up he buttoned and zipped them closed. Then he sat back down and took a deep drink from his glass.

"Is Judy gonna be spending more nights at her mom's?"

To be continued...



Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 02



Judy Grant began spending a lot of nights with her mother. This provided her eighteen-year-old friend Danielle plenty of opportunities to be alone with Mr. Grant.

Over the following months the older man introduced the pretty brunette to a world of sexual adventures and pleasures. Sometimes he was rough and demanding; throwing her across his bed or the coffee table and taking her with animalistic fervor, calling her a dirty slut and howling about how she loved cock. Other times he showered her body with delicate kisses before gently penetrating her, telling her she was beautiful and calling her a sweet girl. They made love in his tile and glass shower. They fucked on the desk in his home office.

Through some awkward missteps and failures she learned how to give a quality blow-job, discovering along the way that she enjoyed it. Her sex would grow wet while she slid her lips along his rigid shaft and sometimes she fingered herself to orgasm just before he exploded in her mouth.

One night he presented her with a vibrator, then watched her use it on herself.

He also introduced her to anal sex.

No matter the place or the escapade, the girl reveled in the experiences; quaking through multiple, explosive orgasms and routinely finding herself trembling and breathless afterwards.

She'd learned long ago that guys appreciated a girl in a school uniform, and Mr. Grant was no exception. He especially liked a top she found that was from her freshman year and was now a bit small on her, its crisp white material was strained by her pert, young breasts. Since she couldn't wear it to school she left it at his place where she'd change into it if the evening warranted. He also liked it when she wore either frilly Barbie-socks or thigh-high white stockings.

She was wearing the little Barbie-socks one Friday evening when she arrived to find he had company.

"Hey Sweetie," he greeted her at the door.

She discreetly waited until he'd shut the door behind her to reach up on her tiptoes and kiss him passionately, her body leaning into his.

"Listen, Joe and Ken are here," he informed her after their lips parted. "And Bill's gonna be coming by too. It's about a special project I've been working on."

"Oh? How long do you think you'll be?" She pouted, unhappy with the idea of having to wait for his undivided attention.

"It's probably gonna be a while," he cupped her ass through her skirt, pulling her into him.

Danielle had met her lover's friends previously. Usually when they were over she'd simply disappear into the bedroom and amuse herself until they left. But she had spent a few times sitting with them all, listening to their conversations and generally being bored. 

It turned out that this time Mr. Grant wanted her to join them.

"Why don't you change your top and hang out with us," he said.

Leaning back she gazed up into his face, her head quizzically tilted slightly, her thick hair swayed with the action. He was smirking mischievously. She assumed it meant that he merely wished to have a little fun with his friends. That he simply wanted to tease them. She knew he enjoyed showing off - or more accurately - showing HER off. He delighted in his friend's envy. But only he had ever seen her in the too-small top.

Now he was asking her to wear it in front of these other men.

Beyond his mischievous smirk his eye had an excited spark. She couldn't interpret that, but it did make her heart race and her breath catch.

"Um... Ok," she finally whispered.

After another passionate kiss they separated and Danielle stepped into the living room. When she did both men stood up from their seats to greet her, their smiles genuine, their eyes enthusiastic.

"Hello Mr. Craig, Mr. Stone," she said while their gazes crawled over her body. She was always a little nervous in these moments, when her lover's friends would devour her with their eyes. But when Mr. Grant stepped up beside her and rested his hand on the small of her back it calmed her slightly. "Won't you all excuse me for a minute? I need to... um..." she hesitated, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to tell them she was going to change, but she didn't know what else she could say. "I'll be right back," she finally stammered.

As she walked through the living room, past the men and into the hall, she felt their eyes follow her. Felt them admiring the way her skirt covered the small orb that was her ass.

Her freshly laundered top was right where it always was, hanging in the master bedroom closet. Putting it on she remembered she'd never worn a bra with it before. She quickly realized why too. She couldn't. The top was so tight that with any extra padding - even the thin layer of her simplest bra - kept her from hooking any of the upper buttons. So she had to either go with her bra-encased breasts near fully exposed. Or wear it like usual - braless. This made the outline of her breasts obvious beneath the stretched material, which was the majority of the reason Mr. Grant liked it so much. Either way the men would be getting quite an image. Wrestling with the options she decided to skip the bra since it seemed that likely be what Mr. Grant expected.

She still didn't understand why he wanted her wearing it now . . . in front of his friends.

Suddenly she felt a rush as her flesh began to simmer gently and she realized it was the idea of these other men seeing her in the outfit that was causing her body to react so. For a moment she stood there trying to understand her reaction, but like Mr. Grant asking her to do it in the first place, she couldn't explain it.

So she took a few deep breaths, bracing herself. Then she headed back to the living room.

Her return was greeted with enthusiasm. All three men stood and watched her walk over to stand beside Mr. Grant. Her cheeks reddened as six eyes devoured the sight of her taxed blouse.

Beaming with pride Mr. Grant slipped an arm around her. His fingers gently held her arm so that when they sat down on the couch he forced her to sit facing straight ahead. Meanwhile the arm behind her back compelled her to jut her chest out, effectively offering his friends with an enhanced display. 

A fact they didn't fail to notice. Or enjoy. Sitting in chairs across from the couch, the coffee table between them, they openly admired her.

Their attentions kept Danielle's cheeks rosy with color even as she tried to ignore them.

She'd always been aware of their admiring glances, but they had been just that . . . glances. Gazes that lingered for an extra moment before being redirected. But today their gazes were not being redirected. No. Their eyes were openly crawling over her again and again.

She found herself revisiting a thought she'd had after meeting each of them; would she date, or more honestly sleep with them? While neither of the men were exactly hunks, they were good looking and in shape and she had to admit to herself that had either of them been her friend's father that day some months earlier...

The line of thought was interrupted by the doorbell.

Danielle's heartbeat suddenly leapt ahead a few beats. Of his friends, Mr. Kole was the best looking. In fact he was nearly as handsome as Mr. Grant himself and she'd developed a little crush on him.

Entering the room Mr. Kole's eyes instantly tracked to her. "Danielle, you're as beautiful as ever," his smile reflected the admiration in his gaze.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, her own gaze dropping, her cheeks darkening.

"Drink?" Mr. Grant indicated the bar.

With a glass in hand Mr. Kole took a seat in a third chair while the others caught him up on their discussion.

Danielle again tried to focus on the conversation, but was again sidetracked by the sense that at least one pair of eyes was staring at her each and every second. The idea that she was on display made her stare at the floor and chew on her lip nervously. After a few minutes she also started to uncross and re-cross her legs.

Although the attention was a little disconcerting, it also managed to awaken a certain kind of warmth deep within her. This sensation coupled with a coolness in the air caused her nipples to start hardening and she soon realized the men were being provided a much more provocative image than just the blouse straining against her breasts.

She didn't need to look up to know they were admiring this development and her cheeks' blush deepened. She suddenly felt extremely nervous and uncomfortable. Jumping up she excused herself then rushed out of the room.

Alone in the bathroom she tried to make sense of all the questions she had:

What was Mr. Grant doing? Why'd he have her change into the special top? Why was he so proudly displaying her for his friends? Yes, he'd showed her off before, but nothing like this. He'd never actually displayed her. And why was she even slightly aroused by it?

These questions and thoughts - and other variations on them - looped through her mind again and again with no exit, nor answers, in sight.

Mr. Grant was waiting outside the bathroom when she opened the door.

"Oh!" She yelped quietly in surprise.

"How you doing, Sweetie?" he whispered, slipping his hands onto her waist.

"I - I'm okay. Just a little bored," she partially lied.

"Yea, I know," he chuckled. "Let's leave the guys to themselves for a few minutes. Come here." He led her into his office, swinging the door shut behind them.

Pulling her to him, he leaned down while she raised up on her toes. Their lips met, parted. Their tongues swirled together. She reached her arms up, lacing her fingers behind his neck. She melted into him, her body molding against his. His hands roamed over her back and sides.

Danielle had spent the entire day anticipating the moment when she would be in his arms so her embers had already been smoldering long before arriving at his home. Now tropical gusts blew across those embers, sending their heat radiating out to make her flesh simmer. Sighing into their kiss she pressed herself harder against him.

Mimicking her building desire he pulled her to him as well.

When they separated she dropped from her tiptoes and leaned in to rest her head against his chest with a heavy sigh. For a minute they stood there; his arms holding her, hands rubbing her body.

Then he pulled away.

Taking her hand he led her across the room to the couch sitting against one wall.

"What about your friends?" She whispered.

"Don't worry about them just yet," he answered, his tone thick.

Later she would think back to his words, but at that moment their odd choice and possible meanings failed to register.

Laying her back into the corner of the couch he laid partially atop her, his hip snuggled against her crotch. Cradling the back of her head in one hand he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

Kissing him back she quietly mewed.

Again and again they kissed, their lips briefly separating then quickly pressing together once more. Their tongues swirled, dueling and diving over and around one another. His hand pressed her to him, making their kisses more and more passionate. His other hand roamed over her body, rubbing at her sides, sliding across her flat tummy, and dancing down along her thighs.

Her passion grew with each swirl of their tongues. Her body's heat increased with each caress. Tropical gusts flowed through her, fanning her smoldering embers. Her own hands came up to grab at his shoulders, her fingers clenching.

Long moments passed. Moments with their hands on each other's body. Moments filled with deep passionate kisses. Danielle's coals began to glow red-hot, their heat radiating throughout her body and making her squirm upon the couch. His roaming hand caused her to squirm even more as it passed near her breasts without touching them . . . tickled her inner thighs without slipping beneath her skirt to reach her sex. As the hand neared either of these points she would wiggle in an attempt to make it do the things she wanted it to . . . the things her body wanted it to.

But for long, long moments it didn't.

Then it did.

Sliding across her tummy the hand whispered up along her side. Previously it had either retraced its path back down along her side or brushed across her upper chest.

This time it did neither. Instead it cupped her breast.

The feel of its weight atop the pert mound, its heat reaching through her blouse, made her inhale sharply. Her back instantly arched upward, her body trying to press herself firmly into his hand.

Mr. Grant massaged her tit, his fingers molding her pliant flesh eagerly. The hunger in his manipulations told her that he was also already quite aroused.

Maybe he spent the day anticipating my arrival, she thought. Or maybe he really enjoyed showing me off...

Her thoughts were interrupted by him pulling away from her breasts to undo the top's buttons. Then his hand slid inside to cover her firm mound directly, his flesh against her flesh. Brushing across her swollen nipple his palm covered it, flattening the hard nub beneath its weight. His clenching fingers squeezed and molded her tit with his need.

Her back arched more, offering herself to him. Electricity shot along her nerves. Whimpering needily she scratched at his shoulders through his shirt as her body sank deeper into the couch.

They continued to kiss deeply . . . passionately, while he fondled her breast, his fingers squeezing and molding her flesh voraciously. His hand shifted, his fingers rolling her swollen nipple between them. Then his hand shifted back so he could fondle the mound again.

After several minutes of this he extracted his hand from inside her blouse. The loss of the contact made her mew sadly.

His hand followed her arm up to her wrist. Gripping it he gave it a gentle tug. She immediately released her grip at his shoulder and allowed him to guide her hand down, although she needed no such guidance. With her heart racing she reached for his crotch. There her fingers grabbed at the bulge confined within his pants, trying to wrap themselves around it. 

Danielle's loins sizzled. Her glowing embers crackled with increasing heat. Her passions rolled through her, causing her to whimper and mew, making her shift beneath him. One foot fell to the floor to provide better leverage for her to press her crotch up against his hip.

Mr. Grant's hand returned to her breast. As it covered her simmering flesh her back arched again, her body wanting the contact more pronounced.

Danielle's arousal grew with each deep kiss, every heated second of petting. Her body simmered hotter and hotter. With one hand she grabbed at his shoulder. With her other she clawed at his pants. She kissed him deeply, raising her tongue to swirl over his.

Soon the tangle of questions which had plagued her moments earlier simply disappeared. She no longer wondered why Mr. Grant had put her on display for his friends. In fact, she forgot all about those other men in that other room.

All that existed in her fevered mind now was the two of them and this room.

He shifted atop her. His hand slid to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the first.

Mewing louder she turned her arched back to offer this tit to him as well. She wiggled, rubbing her crotch against him. Her hand scratched at his bulge more and more insistently, the sound of her nails scrapping at his pants reaching into the air.

Over the next minutes, as they shared one passionate kiss after another, his hand shifted back and forth between her tits, massaging one then the other. Each time she would turn her body slightly, arching her back to press whichever breast he was fondling into his hand. His body remained weighted atop her with his hip between her legs. She squirmed beneath him, rubbing herself against that hip and causing her skirt to gradually ride up, exposing more and more of her thighs.

Then he broke their kiss and pulled away. Raising up he gazed down upon her.

She lay there panting, her head propped on the armrest. One hand raised, grabbing at his shoulder, the other still clawing at his crotch. From beneath heavy lids her own lustful gaze looked back at him. Her cheeks were flushed and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. Her too-small blouse, now with all the buttons undone, lay disheveled, its flaps shoved aside. Her flesh shimmered with a light sweat. Within his hand her one breast was being squeezed and molded. The other firm mound quivered with her heavy breaths. Her swollen nipples, darker than the surrounding flesh, topped both glorious mounds proudly. Her skirt had worked its way up to where her panties could just be glimpsed between her spread legs as her hips continued to roll and hump herself against him.

"You're gonna be a naughty little slut tonight, aren't you," he smiled.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered submissively.

"Oh yes, you are. You are gonna be very, very naughty."

The hunger in his eyes and the joy in his voice fanned her embers into flames that flickered excitedly within her loins. Reflexively her hand dug at his crotch even more vigorously, her fingers scratching hungrily.

"Yes, such a naughty little slut."

As if to affirm his words Danielle jerked her other hand down to join the first at his crotch. Mewing, she tore at his belt . . . jerked at the button . . . yanked the zipper down. One hand shot inside, under his clothing. Her delicate fingers encircled his cock, pulling on it eagerly.

The semi-hard member quickly grew firmer.

She whimpered, the sound a mixture of hunger and satisfaction.

"Oh yes. So naughty," he sighed, continuing to fondle her breast and watch her squirm beneath him.

Her flickering fires grew hotter, making her flesh shimmer. Her teeth caught at her lower lip. Her eyelids closed with waves of passion rolling through her.

"You wanna suck my cock, don't you, Sweetie?"

Her eyes opened slightly, her lustful gaze meeting his. Mewing hungrily her fingers tightened as she tugged on his member.

"You like sucking cock, don't you? It makes you hot and wet."

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her tugging growing more urgent.

"Yea it does. It makes you all hot and wet. Makes you want a stiff cock in that sweet little pussy of yours. And that's only part of what you're gonna get tonight."

Danielle didn't know what he meant.

At that moment she couldn't . . . didn't want to think or try figuring it out. Maybe she would have, except he chose that moment to lower his mouth over the nipple of the breast he was fondling. His lips locked around her swollen bud, his tongue flickered over it.

"Oh," she gasped. Her back arched even higher, feeding herself to him as her free hand clamped onto the back of his head and pressed him to her. "Oh please Baby."

He suckled on her tit, his tongue swirling over the hard nipple while his hand continued to squeeze and mold the mound. After a couple moments he turned his attentions to the other breast, his hand and mouth moving to it as one and giving it the same attentions.

"Oh Baby. Oh yes, please," Danielle panted. Her body squirmed, her crotch rubbing at his thigh. Her fingers jerking at his cock.

After a couple minutes he pulled back to once more rise up and gaze down upon her.

Now her swollen nipples glistened atop her firm breasts.

"You wanna be my naughty little slut tonight?"

"Ye-Yes, Sir," she whispered, something in his tone making her slightly hesitant.

"That's a good girl," he smiled. "I want you to do that. I want you to be a naughty slut."

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue delving past her lips and into her mouth vigorously. His hand on her tit squeezed hungrily.

"Mmm," she mewed into the kiss.

Then he was pulling back again. As he gazed down upon her this time his fingers tweaked first one nipple, then the other. Danielle squirmed as his actions sent electricity shooting along her nerves.




Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 02



"I'm gonna watch you be a naughty slut," he whispered. "After you suck me off you're gonna entertain my friends."

Instantly a new series of confused questions flooded her mind.

What did he mean by 'entertain?' Was he not going to reciprocate her act of fellatio like he usual did? If not, why? There had been a couple of times when he'd brought her to a heightened state of arousal only to make her wait before giving her relief. Did he mean to do that tonight? And if so, why make her 'entertain' his friends in the meantime?

And again, what did he mean by 'entertain?'

Her immediate ideas of what he meant created even more confusing thoughts. Thoughts about being with his friends . . . intimately. The idea of that . . . of being with Mr. Stone . . . Mr. Craig . . . Mr. Kole . . .

Her fires roared as hot air blasted across them. Whimpering she bit at her lip. Her hand jerked at his cock with new vigor. Her foot pushed down into the floor to lift her crotch against him harder.

"Yea, that's what I thought," he grinned before leaning down for another kiss.

This time her tongue drove up past his lips. Her hand on the back of his head pulled him to her, mashing their lips together.

Through the next moments' kisses she humped and rubbed herself against his thigh, her skirt riding higher, exposing the dark spot where her juices were soaking into her panties. As her fires grew hotter and hotter her jerking action on his cock grew more eager. Her back arched higher, shoving her tit into the hand that was manipulating the pliant mound.

Breaking their kiss he pulled back. Standing up he guided her up off the couch and to her knees before him. Refusing to release her hold on his cock she hastily helped him drop his pants down around his ankles. Filling his hands with her hair he used that grip to lead her to him as he sat back down on the couch. He then held her hair up out of the way while also pushing her head down to his lap.

Danielle didn't need any guidance though.

She readily crawled forward on her knees while retaining her grip on his rigid member. Kneeling between his legs she rested her other hand on his thigh. Looking up at him through the tops of her eyes she leaned in to swirl her tongue over and around his cockhead a few times. Then she placed her closed lips against the peak, giving it a sweet little kiss before allowing the cockhead to gradually part her lips as she pushed her mouth onto him.

"Oh yes," he sighed.

Keeping her fingers wrapped tightly around the base she worked her mouth onto him. Locking her lips snugly around his shaft she slid them down over the first part. Then she pulled back until her lips caught on the bottom ledge of his cockhead. She pushed down again, taking a little more of him before pulling back once more. She did this again and again, all while her soft eyes looked up into his. Soon this led to her lips being pressed against her fingers and part of his shaft stuffing her throat. Closing her eyes she held herself like this for a moment, her throat muscles clenching.

"Oh God yes. That's a good little slut," he moaned.

Pulling back she stopped with only his cockhead in her mouth's moist embrace. She held it there for a moment, suckling and rolling her tongue over the tip.

"Oh yes."

She slid her lips back down his shaft. This time when the head bumped the entrance to her throat she pulled back. And when her lips reached the bottom of his cockhead she pushed forward again without pause. Keeping her lips locked securely around his shaft she pumped them back and forth several times; taking inches of him into her mouth with each forward dive. All the while her fingers stayed locked tightly around the base, tugging and squeezing. The sensation of his rigid cock sliding along her lips stoked her fires more and more, making them burn within her loins. Her body sizzled with their heat and she mewed around his shaft.

"That's it, Baby. You're such a good slut. Such a good slut." He groaned above her, his hands tensing in her hair. "And tonight you're gonna be so damn naughty."

Mewing hungrily she pulled at his cock . . . pumped her lips along his taunt pole. She slid her lips up and down . . . back and forth on him . . . on his shaft. Her tongue swirled over his flesh.

"Yes you are. You're gonna be a naughty little slut for us."

His words reminded her of her thoughts from just moments earlier . . . thoughts about his friends and the things they might be planning to do with her . . . to her . . .

Her fires roared inside her, their dancing flames searing her loins with desire and making her body ache. That ache filled her breasts and she leaned forward to press them against the couch, the action of her pumping mouth making her swollen nipples rub against the cushion.

"Oh yes, Sweetie. You're gonna love having their cocks in you."

His words continued to stir her desire as they filled her mind with thoughts and images she doubted she'd have ever conjured on her own. Thoughts of the men taking turns with her body. Images of their rigid cocks surrounding her as she jerked and sucked on them all at once.

Her dancing fires made her suck harder on his cock . . . made her hand tug at it with heightened urgency. She leaned firmly into the couch, mashing her breasts against it.

But why? Why was Mr. Grant doing it? Why would he want her to?

These questions conflicted with the emotions driving her actions. That conflict caused her to hesitate in those actions, her lips skidding along his cock as her pumping mouth faltered.

That was when Mr. Grant took control.

Until now his tense grasp in her hair had only been enough to keep the tresses up out of the way, helping her avoid them while allowing him to watch her fuck his cock with her mouth. But as her actions faltered his grip tightened and he began pushing and pulling her mouth along his shaft. He shoved her head down, smashing her lips against the fingers wrapped around the base. Pulling her back up when her lips touched his cockhead he immediately shoved her back down. Again and again he did this, using her mouth to fuck his cock.

"Mmm!" She whimpered.

"Yes. You dirty little slut," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Oh god yes, you naughty little girl."

Kneeling there, her mouth being used for his pleasure, she struggled with the thoughts and questions filling her mind . . . ones she had no answers for.

Wasn't it wrong for him to let his friends be with her? To want them to be?

They were so good looking . . . especially Mr. Kole.

Why did she like the idea? Why did it arouse her?

What exactly would she be expected to do . . . to allow?

Would she even have any say in their actions . . . in their treatment of her?

Shouldn't she do something to stop it? Could she stop it?

Would they have her one at a time . . . or would she be with all three at once?

What would it be like to have two cocks at once? Three?

How big were they? Could she even handle them . . . in certain places?

"You're gonna enjoy it. Being their little slut. Letting them put their cocks in you. Fucking you."

His words only served to enhance her questions rather than answering them.

Seconds later she realized she needed to push those questions aside for the moment. Within her grasp his cock was growing more rigid. Before her his hips began jerking upon the couch, his body trying to fuck her mouth in unison with his shoving and pulling of it along his shaft. Danielle recognized the signs of his approaching climax. Turning her attention to him and his she tried to concentrate.

But his building excitement caused him to utter more words and phrases . . . ones that did kind of answer her question. And definitely made it difficult for her to concentrate.

"They're gonna use you. Fuck you. Use you, one after another. Cock after cock fucking you."

Images filled her mind. Mental imaginings of these things. Things the men would be doing with her . . . the things they would be doing TO her. Within her loins her fires raged as she thought about having a succession of cocks filling her sex.

"Oh yes, you little slut. You're gonna have one cock in that sweet little pussy of yours and another in your filthy mouth."

Danielle's entire body trembled as she imagined these things . . . those men . . . their cocks.

Mr. Grant continued to fuck her mouth both through his powerful hold in her hair and his jerking hips before her.

"Yes, they are. They're gonna fuck you like a dirty slut. A naughty girl. Make you. Make you their whore. Oh yes. Dirty girl." Mixed with guttural grunts, his phrases were growing disjointed as his climax neared.

The electricity shooting along her nerves made her cram her tits hard against the couch, the cushion roughly rubbing her swollen, sensitive nipples.

"Oh yes they are. You are. You're gonna be a good little slut. A naughty girl. For them. Your pussy being used. Your mouth. Oh fuck yes."

Mewing hungrily, sucking and jerking on him eagerly, she let him use her mouth. His vigorous momentum rocked her body against the couch, smashing her tits even harder into it and rubbing at her nipples more.

"God yes. Suck it, Sweetie. Suck my fucking cock."

His entire body tensed up, muscles clenching with his hips lurching spastically upward. His hands in her hair locked down to hold her head firmly in place with a couple inches of his cock in her mouth.

Danielle yanked on him feverishly.

"Oh god yes," he moaned.

Within her mouth his cock twitched . . . jumped. The first shot of his semen sprayed her throat. She readily swallowed it. And the next. And the next. She knelt there with her tits smashed against the couch, her schoolgirl uniform in disarray, his cock unleashing his seed in her mouth.

"Oh fuck yes," he sighed when he finished, his body starting to relax.

She didn't pull away. Instead she kept him in her mouth, suckling and rolling her tongue over him, her hand milking his last from him.

Before her, his body responded to her actions; his muscles flexing . . . trembling.

As his cock began to soften Danielle pulled her mouth off him. Retaining her hold on it she licked it a couple times before resting her head on his thigh.

"Ok, Sweetie. Time to get cleaned up for our friends," he whispered from above.

To Be Continued...



Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 03



At one time eighteen-year-old Danielle Lawrence had fairly limited experience sexually. She'd been intimate with only three boys, kids her own age who were as inexperienced as her. That time now seemed like ages ago. But in reality it'd been mere months earlier.

So much had changed since then.

One day she'd lied to her mother. She'd gotten detention for cutting class . . . to engage in one of those intimate encounters, a fact that would prove ironic. Being eighteen she didn't need a parent's signature on the detention slip so Danielle had told her mother that she was going to a friend's house after school. And she did. After detention she'd walked to Judy Grant's house. Only Judy had forgotten the plan and wasn't home. Her dad was though, and he invited her to hang out and wait for Judy to return. Fearing her mother would figure out the truth if she got home too early Danielle accepted his offer.

The older man had taken advantage of the situation to seduce his daughter's friend, fucking her on the living room couch. That was the beginning of their relationship and since then he had introduced Danielle to a world of sexual experiences.

And now he was about to introduce her to a whole new one.

While she'd knelt before him, using her mouth to pleasure him, he'd informed her that once she finished, his three friends would be sharing her.

The idea made her nerves ring with nervous excitement. She'd met the three men during previous nights at the Grant home. They were all good looking and kept in shape, so the notion of being with any one of them was not disagreeable. In fact, just that evening she'd come to the realization that had any of them been her friend's father she might well have still been seduced that fateful day. Especially if it'd been Mr. Kole, who was nearly as handsome as Mr. Grant.

Yet, she had never been with more than one partner at a time . . . or in a day . . . or even in the same week for that matter. Now she was going to be with three . . . after having already sucked off Mr. Grant. And it still wasn't clear if they intended to be with her all at once, or if it would be one after another.

As her mind contemplated this question, and the possibilities, she realized she was staring absently into the mirror, a brush frozen partway through her long, dark hair. In the mirror her eyes returned her gaze, their green pools sparkling with desire and surrounded by flesh that shined with the internal heat simmering through her.

Her simmering body was not just the result of the thoughts running through her mind . . . thoughts about Mr. Kole and the others . . . about the different things they might be doing with her . . . TO her very soon. Although those thoughts certainly were stoking the fires.

No, her fires had been well tended for most of the day.

She'd spent the school day thinking about coming to the Grant home and being with her lover, thoughts that had started her loins to smoldering. When she'd arrived Mr. Grant had her change into her too-small white uniform top that put her firm C-cup breasts on exhibit for his friends, a situation which she'd been surprised to discover stirred her smoldering embers. This in turn caused her nipples to harden and poke obviously against the top's cotton material, providing the men with an enhanced display. Then Mr. Grant had taken her into his home office where he'd further fanned her desire by kissing her passionately and toying with her breasts before having her suck his rigid cock. The blow-job alone would have gotten her fires burning. But with it as the latest link in the chain of events her fires were roaring within her loins.

Forcing her mind back on track she straightened her clothing, smoothing down her skirt and buttoning her top. Her nipples, now much harder and more swollen than earlier, were nearly poking through her top's strained cotton material. Seeing them she thought about how the men in the other room would soon be seeing them too . . . and how they'd be...

She finished brushing her hair then took some deep breaths to steel her nerves. Before exiting the bathroom she did the last thing Mr. Grant had told her to do as she'd left the office moments earlier.

He was waiting for her by the office door. Smiling broadly, his eyes consumed her; her petite frame dressed in the rumpled uniform with its white top, checkered skirt, frilly Barbie-socks, and black shoes. When she reached him he leaned down for a kiss, one hand cupping her hip. Raising up on her tiptoes she pressed her lips to his, then opened them to accept his tongue into her mouth.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered when they separated a moment later.

Blushing slightly she silently slipped her wadded panties into his free hand.

"Good girl," he didn't bother looking before simply slipping them into his pocket.

Taking her arm he led her to the living room. His friends were where she'd left them, sitting in the chairs across from the couch. When the pair entered the room all three stood up, their eyes zeroing in on her. Stopping a few feet from the coffee table's end Mr. Grant slid in behind her. His hands came up to rub gently at her arms, holding them against her sides.

This caused Danielle a mixture of emotions as the men openly devoured the image of her taxed blouse. Part of her wanted to cross her arms over her chest and hide herself. But another part of her was glad she couldn't.

So she stood there, frozen and vulnerable, the men's eyes crawling over her.

Suddenly she started to wonder again why this was happening? Why Mr. Grant was doing this? Why he wanted it? Why she wanted it? Why it was arousing her? Exciting her? Why were her fires raging so hotly as the three men devoured her with their eyes? Why did the anticipation of what they would soon be doing stoke those fires so? And should she actually be allowing this? If she did, what did it say about her? Was she THAT girl?

Then Mr. Grant's hands left her arms. Coming up from near her wrists they crept inward with a deliberate slowness. Their heat radiated through her blouse to her belly making her heart race. As they stole up and across the inner curves of her breasts their gentle weight against her mounds caused her breath to catch. Reaching the center of her blouse his fingers undid the top button . . . then the next . . . then the next. One by one he gradually unhooked one button after another. As he did the sides of her top fell away, revealing her breasts to the men standing just feet away. Her heart raced faster. Her breathing grew shallow. As he undid the last button his hands fell to her hips. She stood there on full display, her blouse now hanging completely open, allowing cool air to swirl over her flesh. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath. Her nipples stood out; hard, dark, and swollen.

"Oh my God," Mr. Stone moaned.

"Beautiful," Mr. Kole sighed in agreement.

"Yes," Mr. Craig concurred.

For a minute they all simply stood there; her on display, the men staring intently.

Then Mr. Grant's hands rose once more. Leaving her hips they traveled across her belly, his lightly dancing fingers making her abs quiver slightly. Rising higher they slipped under her breasts to cradle and cup the firm mounds, his palms hot against her flesh. His fingers pressed into her tits, squeezing and molding them.

Danielle inhaled sharply. Feeling her legs weaken she reached back to grab at his legs for support.

After a couple minutes his hands shifted up and around to cover the fronts of her tits. Her swollen nipples were flattened under his palms as he kneaded her pliant mounds.

Her fires raged higher, searing at her loins as she stood there being fondled for show. Her eyelids gently closed and her teeth nipped at her bottom lip in unison with the waves of passion rolling through her.

"My God, she is so beautiful," Mr. Kole sighed.

"Yes, she is," Mr. Stone agreed.

Mr. Grant continued to manipulate her breasts, his fingers squeezing, his palms hot against her flesh. He cupped and massaged them, loving them for long, long minutes. A few times his fingers found her swollen nipples and tweaked them.

Danielle's tits ached with the hunger of her now deeply entrenched desire. So she stood there, allowing it to happen, allowing him to molest her aching breasts while his friends watched. Her fires grew hotter and hotter and her legs grew weaker. Leaning back against Mr. Grant she rested her head on his chest, the position jutting her chest into his hands. Her heavy breaths panted past her dangling lower lip which quivered each time his fingers tensed just so.

After a few more minutes Mr. Grant shifted behind her so he could lean down.

"Lift your skirt, Sweetie" he whispered, his breath stirring in her hair.

She hesitated, not because she didn't understand. But because she did. She understood that if she lifted her skirt she would be revealing her most private part to the other men. Until then she had only allowed them to see her tits. Not too big of a deal actually. But to show them her sex was serious. That was really a point of no return.

"Lift your skirt, Sweetie," Mr. Grant repeated.

Hesitantly she brought her hands to the front of her skirt, her fingers slipping under the hem. She saw the men follow the movement, saw their eyes flare with animalistic hunger. Her head still rested against Mr. Grant's chest. She turned her face away so she wasn't looking at the men then she timidly lifted her skirt, raising it and exposing herself to them.

"God, she is so wet," Mr. Stone groaned.

"So damn beautiful," Mr. Kole sighed.

"Fuckin' gorgeous," Mr. Craig admired.

She knew what they meant. Perhaps it was even why she'd looked away as she'd revealed herself. The time her fires had been raging meant that she was extremely wet, her downy hairs surrounding her sex glistening with the dew of her juices. Her labia were flowering open, between them her bright pink slit gleamed wetly.

For several minutes she stood there, on display, leaning back against Mr. Grant in her frilly socks and black shoes. Her legs were parted slightly, her skirt held up, exposing herself. Her blouse hung open, her ripe breasts being fondled. Her face glowed with arousal, her eyelids heavy, her lower lip quivering.

"It's time, Sweetie," Mr. Grant eventually whispered, his hands sliding away from her breasts to hold her waist.

From under heavy lids she watched his friends step around the coffee table to stand towering before her. She watched three sets of hands reaching for her. Then six individual hands were on her. Each of her breasts were massaged differently; one being gently caressed, the other groped hungrily. There was a hand on one shoulder and another holding her arm, both offering support. Yet another hand was on her hip, its fingers reaching around to press into her asscheek.

But it was the sixth hand that made her hips jerk.

It caressed her inner thigh as it slid up between her legs. Then it cupped her sex-mound. One finger slithered and played in her slit's wetness while the heel bumped against her clit.

"Oh God," she whimpered, the multitude of sensations making her nerves scream. She released her skirt, her hands coming up to grab onto a couple of the men's shirts. "Oh God. Oh God."

She stood there, whimpering . . . being fondled and played with for long, glorious moments. At some point the hand on her hip slipped away, coming up to brush her hair back. Fingers caressed her cheek, traced her jawline. They cupped her chin, turned her face forward. Mr. Kole stood before her. He leaned in, pressed his lips to hers. When she felt his parting she opened her own, raising her tongue to meet his.

Mr. Grant stepped away from behind her, removing his support. But his friends supported her, their hands holding her up on her wobbly legs.

They supported her . . . fondled her.

Their hands roamed over her body; caressing . . . squeezing . . . manipulating. Her tits were loved . . . molded . . . grasped. The finger played in her slit . . . rubbed at her entrance . . . massaged its very edge.

Her kiss with Mr. Kole was broken. Her head was turned. While she next shared a deep kiss with Mr. Craig someone nuzzled her neck, kissing it. Then when she was kissing Mr. Stone, someone nibbled on her earlobe. She was turned again and again, sharing more passionate kisses with each of the men.

Danielle's fires raged. Electricity jolted along her nerves. The desire rolling through her filled every nook and cranny of her being. Her mind drifted into a fevered dreamland.

Then the kissing stopped.

So did the fondling.

The hands moved away from her sexual parts to find new holds and lift her up. The room kind of spun. She was laid back, her body coming to rest on something very hard and she realized she was laying on the coffee table. Her legs were manipulated, spread and bent, her feet propped against the table's edge. Hands caressed her thighs. From under heavy lids she saw Mr. Kole and Mr. Craig standing to either side, towering over her. Then her tits were once more being manipulated by two different men. Closing her eyes she sighed contently.

"Oh please," she mewed.

" 'Please' what?" Someone asked.

Danielle wasn't sure why she'd said it. Not consciously at least. But somewhere deep down in her subconscious she did. And the fact that one of them was responding stoked her fires.

"Please," she repeated meekly.

" 'Please' what?" They insisted.

Opening her eyes she saw Mr. Stone leering down at her from between her legs.

"Pl-Please tell me wh-what you're gonna do?" she whispered submissively.

The men's reactions were immediate.

Mr. Stone's eyes flared with infused lust. Both hands on her tits tensed, the fingers plying at the mounds hungrily.

"Oh fuck," Mr. Craig groaned.

"Sweetheart, we are gonna enjoy you," Mr. Stone told her. His fingers tickled her inner thigh's little hollow area by where they met her torso. "We are going to use you for our pleasure. We're gonna treat you like our little slut."

Staring up at him Danielle caught her lower lip. Her fingers gripped the edges of the table tightly. Hearing his words . . . hearing him tell her their intentions . . . sent waves of desire rushing through her and made her squirm a little. Her fires grew even higher . . . hotter . . . and her flesh shimmered with a light sheen of sweat.

"We are gonna fuck you," he continued. "We're gonna put our cocks into this sweet little pussy of yours and fuck you."

"Oh," she whimpered.

"That's what you want, isn't it? You want us to use you?"

Although his words were fanning Danielle's desires, the concerns she'd had earlier were also reasserting themselves, making her hesitant to answer. What did it mean if she did . . . THAT she did . . . want the men to do exactly what he was saying? What did it say about her that she wanted these three men to each push their hard cocks deep inside her pussy and use her for their pleasure? The idea that it meant she might in fact be THAT girl caused her some anxiety.

Yet, she could not deny her desire.

Closing her eyes she sighed heavily.

"Yes you do, you sweet thing," Mr. Kole leaned down to whisper in her ear. Continuing to mold and caress her tit with one hand he used the other to brush her hair out of the way so he could kiss her earlobe. His warm breath tickled the inside of her ear. His tongue traced the lobe's edge and he kissed it again. Moving up he kissed her cheek. Then he pressed his lips to hers.

With another passionate sigh she eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth. One hand came up to cradle the back of his head, her fingers playing in his hair.

Cupping her other tit, Mr. Craig lowered his lips over the nipple to suckle at it, his tongue swirling over and around the swollen bud.

Danielle mewed. Arching her back off the table she offered her ripe mound to him. Her other hand raised up to cradle the back of his head.

Mr. Kole's hand shifted on the tit he was fondling. His fingers found her nipple and gave it a gentle tweak, sending powerful jolts of electricity shooting along her nerves. His hand shifted again, his palm covering the hard nipple as he once more molded her pliant mound.

As the two men continued manipulating her tits; one of them suckling on her nipple, the other kissing her passionately, Mr. Stone's breath caressed her crotch. His hands slid closer to her sex, his thumbs caressing the outer edges of her glossy slit.

Her mind screamed from the various sensations . . . and with anticipation.

Slipping between her pussy lips Mr. Stone's tongue started at the bottom and licked upward along her slit. It glided past her opening, teasing the edges ever so briefly. Reaching the top of her pussy it found her swollen clit poking out from under its hood and throbbing with her lust. His tongue barely touched the button as he gently licked it a couple times.

Danielle's mind and body screamed with the electricity lighting up her nerves. Her fires raged within her loins. Deep inside her an orgasm was awoke. Her body started to writhe, her flesh shimmering brighter with more beads of sweat. Her squirming body raised her back up, arching it to feed her tit to the mouth suckling on it. She smashed her lips against Mr. Kole's, her tongue dueling excitedly with his.

Mr. Stone's tongue slithered back down through her slit. Reaching the bottom it swiped upward again. This time when it reached her clit it licked at it slightly firmer.

Danielle moaned. Her orgasm was yanked forward and her body kind of jumped.

The tongue quickly slithered back down, licking its way past her opening and to the bottom of her slit once more before returning upward.

Mr. Kole broke their kiss. Pulling his lips from hers he lowered them over the hard nipple of the tit which he cradled. His tongue swiped at the bud several times.

"Oh God," she gasped.

Mr. Stone's tongue grew more and more animated as it licked her pussy. Up and down through her slit it slithered, lapping at her juices and pressing at her opening. One arm slipped around her leg, holding it while his fingers reached out and pulled back her clit's hood, exposing more of the aching bud to his tongues attentions which were gradually growing in force. His other hand remained cuffing the point where her leg and torso met, his palm hot on her flesh.

She lay there, being toyed with by the three men and reveling in their devotions. Their hands . . . their mouths on her different parts . . . the sensations drew her orgasm closer and closer to the ledge.

"Oh God. Oh God," she whimpered, the orgasm's impending force increasing.

Mr. Kole's free hand came up to caress her cheek. She rolled toward his fingers, pressing her face against them.

Mr. Craig's hand mauled at her tit, his fingers clutching and pressing while he continued to suck on her nipple.

"Oh please God. Yes please," she panted.

Once more Mr. Stone brought his tongue to her clit. He rapidly lapped at the throbbing button. His one hand slid inward so that his thumb could slip between her labia and into her slit. Playing in her juices it massaged the edges of her opening.

"Oh God. Oh please God."

His tongue lapped at her clit. His thumb massaged her edges, pressing gently and opening her to him. Just the tip of his thumb slipped inside, enough to caress the actual hole and massage the nerve-endings lining it.

Danielle's orgasm shot forward. It teetered upon the very edge of its release. It hung there precariously, awaiting that one last bit that would push it off the ledge. Send it careening through her. And she lay there with the three men loving her body anxiously awaiting that same . . . last . . . little . . . bit.

Mr. Kole's hunger was growing as well. The amplification of his attentions to her breast the only proof required. His suckling was more urgent. His tongue's licking of her nipple more insistent. His hand plied at her ripe mound more vigorously, his fingers clutching . . . pressing into her flesh needily.




Schoolgirl Uniform; Danielle Ch. 03



"Oh please. Oh please God," she gasped.

Then Mr. Stone's entire thumb entered her pussy. The thick digit hooked around to rub at her inner wall.

"Oh God! Oh God yes!" Danielle's orgasm dangled by one single thin thread.

Mr. Kole's teeth gently nipped at her swollen nipple.

The orgasm flew off the ledge. It crashed through her with hurricane force. Brilliant skyrockets exploded in her mind. Her muscles clenched. Her feet pressed down, her body arched up off the table. Her hands snapped down to grab the table edges, her knuckles turning white. Her head rolled back, her hair hanging over the edge. Her mouth hung open, her eyes shut tight.

"Oh God! Oh God!" She cried along with unintelligible moans and whimpers.

The three man continued toying with her body, their hands and mouths following her twisting movements.

Her entire body and mind screamed with the lightning screeching through her. Her nerves were jolted and tortured by powerful pulses of electricity. Her body writhed and squirmed. Her rising ass crammed her pussy at Mr. Stone's thumb and tongue.

"God yes! Oh God yes!"

Over and over her body jerked and tensed as the orgasm rolled through her, tsunami like waves crashing against her inner cliffs. She panted and moaned, her fingers gripping at the table edges, her feet shoving down and raising her ass even higher.

"God yes. Yes. Oh yes. Oh God."

Then, eventually, the seas did calm . . . the waves faded. The electrical storm tearing at her nerves receded. Her muscles gradually relaxed. Her body softened. Panting, she slowly sank back to the table.

The three men continued licking and touching her for a few moments, their attentions making her body shiver.

Mr. Stone was the first to pull away. At first he simply sat back, removing his tongue from atop her clit, but leaving his thumb firmly planted inside her sex.

"God, that is a sweet pussy. I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my hard cock."

"Mmm," she sighed, her body quivering through an aftershock.

Withdrawing his thumb and unwrapping her leg he stood up. From under heavy lids she watched him stand between her legs, smiling down at her as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Then both the other men pulled away to step back and start undressing as well.

She lay on the table watching them, her eyes sparkling with excited anticipation. Her flesh shimmered with a sheen of sweat, her skin glowing with her lust. She'd released her grip on the table edges and her hands now hung limply over the sides. Her loosened blouse lay under her, wrinkled and rumpled. Her skirt was piled at her waist. Her black shoes remained hooked on the table edge.

After removing their shirts the men undid their pants, revealing their semi-erect cocks one after another. Each man then stood naked, towering over her, slowly stroking his cock to full erection. None of them were excessively large, but they did all look about the same size as Mr. Grant's, long and thick enough to fill her pussy well.

Danielle reflexively licked her lips as she gazed at the stiff members. Her feet slid apart a couple more inches, spreading her legs wider.

"Damn she's hot," Mr. Craig growled, stepping back up to the table, his hard cock in hand.

Danielle immediately reached up, her fingers wrapping around his cock to tug at it. Mr. Kole approached her other side and she grasped his cock as well. The sensation of holding two hard cocks at once sent another aftershock quivering through her.

"Oh God," she sighed.

"That's it, Baby. Play with our cocks," Mr. Kole grinned.

Mr. Stone stepped up between her spread legs. He guided his cock to her pussy. The tip rubbed at her slit. Finding her hole he settled against it and applied pressure.

Danielle was suddenly filled by the craving to have that cock inside her . . . a primal need surging up from deep within her. She pushed down with her feet and lifted herself up in an attempt to slide herself onto the rigid member.

"Oh," she whimpered.

"Fuck your horny." Mr. Stone's hips jutted forward. His cockhead opened her, the first inches of his shaft penetrating.

"Yes," she mewed, her hips rolling before him.

"Fuck, is she tight," he groaned, his progress halted. He pulled back, withdrawing all but his cockhead. When he pushed forward again more of his rigid shaft entered her. Groaning, he pulled back once more. He steadily worked his cock back and forth, working it into her little by little until the full length was buried in her pussy, his crotch smashing against hers.

"Oh God yes," she gasped as they ground themselves against one another.

At that point the other men each grasped one of her breasts again. Their hands covered her ripe mounds. Their fingers plied . . . squeezed . . . manipulated.

Staring up at their cocks she licked her lips.

Mr. Stone pulled back slightly, removing an inch or so of his cock. Then he pushed it back inside her. He pulled back again, this time removing a little bit more. He did this again and again; pulling back, then pushing forward. Each time he removed a little more of his cock, and each time he slid the full length back into her. Eventually his withdrawal left only his cockhead inside her wetness. Moaning, he shoved his entire length back inside her, burying himself deep in her pussy.

"Oh my God yes," she whimpered.

He grabbed onto the table sides for support as he started to fuck her; his hips rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her. Using her own foothold she lifted herself up to meet his thrusts. Gradually they worked themselves into a humping rhythm; one driving his cock into her pussy, the other sliding her sex onto his shaft. Back and forth they rocked, their body parts fucking each other while her tits rolled and shimmied beneath the pair of hands fondling them.

"Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good around my cock," Mr. Stone moaned.

"That's our little slut," Mr. Craig praised, his fingers molesting her tit.

"Oh yes," she whimpered. She lay there being fucked and fondled, her hands tugging at the two cocks.

"You're being such a naughty girl," Mr. Kole groaned.

"A dirty little whore," Mr. Stone said.

"We're gonna take turns fucking you," Mr. Craig declared.

"Yes. Oh please yes." Within her loins a second orgasm stirred. It was drawn from the shadows by the cock pumping in and out of her pussy.

"You're gonna have each of our cocks in that you before we're done," Mr. Craig asserted.

"Oh God. Oh God," she mewed. Their words . . . their hands . . . their cocks . . . the orgasm was drawn further forward, pulled toward the ledge and the light. Her head lulled to one side and she stared up at Mr. Kole's cock in her hand. She watched her fingers squeeze and tug at the member . . . felt her fires roaring, her blood boiling with lust . . . desire . . . hunger. Lifting her eyes she met the man's gaze as she caught her bottom lip with her teeth.

"Hell yes," he growled in answer to her silent request.

Moving closer and leaning over he watched her guide his cock to her mouth then slide her lips over the cockhead and onto the shaft.

"Oh fuck," he moaned as most of his cock disappeared into her mouth.

"That's a good little slut," Mr. Craig cheered.

"What a dirty girl," Mr. Stone said.

"Oh yes. Suck it, Baby."

Danielle's lust screamed through her body. She mewed around the cock as she took more and more of it into her mouth, her tongue rolling over its flesh.

"Such a beautiful little slut," Mr. Stone huffed, his cock pistoning into her sex.

"Oh suck it," Mr. Kole started rocking his own hips, sliding his cock along her lips, pumping it in and out of her mouth. "Suck it like a good girl."

She lay there being fucked by two cocks, a pair of hands molesting her firm, young breasts. The multitude of sensations drew her orgasm toward its release.

"Your pussy feels so good. So good on my cock. You naughty little slut."

"Suck it. Oh yea, suck my cock."

"Mmm. Mmm." Her body was rocked by the men, her orgasm pulled closer.

"Fuck. So good. So tight." The force of Mr. Stone's rhythmic fucking was building, his cock jackhammering in and out of her. "Take 'em. Take our cocks."

"Mmm. Mmm!" Driven by her pending orgasm her hunger made her want . . . made her NEED the things being done to her . . . their hands . . . their hard cocks fucking her . . . using her. "Mmm."

"So damn good. So damn tight."

She lay there, writhing with lustful fever, being used by their cocks, their hands toying with her breasts.

"Oh suck it, Baby."

"God she's a beautiful little slut," Mr. Craig growled.

"Yes, suck it. Suck my cock."

Their cocks fucked her, pumping in and out of her mouth and pussy. Their hands mauled her tits, the fingers plying into the fleshy mounds.

"So fuckin' good on my cock."

Their attentions . . . their cocks fucking her . . . pleasuring her . . . drew her orgasm ever closer to its release. She pushed her hips at Mr. Stone, meeting his forward thrusts, driving her pussy onto his cock. She released her grip on Mr. Kole's cock. Her arm wrapped around his thigh and her hand grabbed at his ass, pulling him to her.

"Fuck yea. You naughty girl." He grabbed the back of her head, holding it in place as his hips started rocking faster, fucking her mouth. Without her hand to stop it his cock's full length disappeared into her mouth with each forward thrust, inches of it stuffing her throat.

She lay there being fucked . . . being used . . . the pair of rigid cocks filling her over and over.

"Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!" Her orgasm teetered at the edge . . . teasing her. Her muscles started to clench. Her tensing body lifted her ass in offering to the cock fucking her pussy.

"She's getting ready to cum," Mr. Craig cheered. His hand grew heavier on her tit, his fingers greedier.

The pair of cocks rammed into her body, fucking her with increasing need.

"Mmm! Mmm!" The orgasm launched off the ledge to crash through her furiously. Electricity shooting along her nerves made her body jerk spastically before the men. Her back arched off the table, lifting herself higher, cramming her pussy at Mr. Stone's cock and her tits into the pair of hands. Wanting to cry out she moved to pull her mouth off Mr. Kole's cock.

But he didn't let her.

Holding her head in place he grabbed hold of the cock base himself and pushed his fingers against her lips. While this didn't allow her to cry out, it did keep the shaft from stuffing her throat, letting her pant and moan as the orgasm wracked her body.

"Mmm!" The sensation of having her lips wrapped tightly around a hard cock as she climaxed added to her orgasmic explosions. She writhed and twisted, skyrockets filling her mind. Tidal waves crashed through her, her nerves snapping and sparking with electricity. Her pussy muscles clenched around Mr. Stone's cock . . . gripping it . . . squeezing it.

"Oh hell yes!" He growled, ramming himself into her fiercely once more before cramming his cock as deep inside her as he could and grinding, his member twitching and jumping as it erupted inside her.

The sensation propelled her orgasm to new heights. She squirmed and writhed before the men, her body tensing spastically. Fresh sweat shimmered upon her youthful flesh. Hungrily she jerked at Mr. Craig's cock, tugging on it awkwardly while moaning around Mr. Kole's.

"Fuck yea," Mr. Stone growled.

"Fuckin' slut," Mr. Craig groaned.

She whimpered and mewed, her body thrashing through the exploding orgasm.

At some point the cock in her pussy stopped twitching, Mr. Stone having sprayed the last of his seed.

Eventually, her own orgasm began to fade. Her muscles gradually relaxed. Panting, she settled back to the table, an aftershock making her quiver.

"That was great," Mr. Stone crowed as he removed himself from her.

As his cock slipped from her she felt a line of cum run down the crack of her ass.

Almost instantly Mr. Kole started pumping his cock into her mouth once again. For the moment he kept his hand at its base so that her lips bounced off his fingers with his forward thrusts.

"Damn, this is gonna be good," Mr. Craig groaned. He let go of her tit and pulled away, forcing her to release his cock. Moving around he stepped up between her legs, his hand guiding his rigid cock to her pussy.

Danielle lay there, her body vibrating from the orgasm. Her fevered mind recognized that she was about to have a second hard cock penetrate her right after one had just finished cumming inside her. This, while yet another one was fucking her mouth. She told herself she should have concerns about this, that she should be hesitant.

But somehow she just couldn't be.

In fact, the fires raging through her body not only had her wanting this . . . but they had her lifting her ass in needy anticipation of the second cock.

And Mr. Craig wasted no time.

Her used pussy offered him much less resistance than it had Mr. Stone so that his cock slid completely inside her in one smooth stroke, filling her with its rigidity.

"Mmm," she mewed around the cock fucking her mouth.

Mr. Craig ground his crotch against hers for a moment. Then he started fucking her, his cock pumping in and out.

"Damn, that does feel good," he growled, grabbing the table sides for support.

Danielle's free hand also grabbed onto the table side and she raised her ass to meet him, pushing her pussy onto his cock. Working to find his rhythm she readily fucked him back, humping herself at him while mewing and whimpering needily.

"Oh God, suck it, Baby. Let me fuck your mouth." Mr. Kole's one hand slipped from his cock base to join his other at the back of her head. Holding her firmly in place his hips rocked, his cock once more thrusting into her throat.

"Oh so damn good." Her time jerking on Mr. Craig had had an effect. The intensity of his rhythmic fucking rapidly grew so that he was soon ramming himself into her harder and faster with each and every thrust.

She lay there being fucked, her flesh shimmering, her tits rolling upon her chest.

"Oh yes suck it, Baby."

"Fuck, her pussy's so good. So damn hot and wet."

"Suck it, Baby. Suck it."

Harder and faster the men fucked her. Their hips rocking. Their cocks pumping.

"Mmm. Mmm," she mewed as her body was rocked atop the table.

Faster . . .

Harder . . .

Pumping . . .

Fucking . . .

Humping . . .

"Take our cocks."

"Oh yes, suck it."

Harder . . .

Faster . . .

"Suck it. Suck it, Baby."

"Fuck she's hot. Such a naughty little slut."

They continued to use her, Mr. Kole's cock growing stiffer as it slid along her lips. The humping rhythm of his hips turned awkward . . . kind of disjointed.

Danielle recognized the signs of his imminent climax and she was struck by the thought that this would be the second man's load she'd be swallowing that evening. And she'd be doing it while being fucked. That led her to noticing Mr. Craig's own rhythm stumbling, indicating his climax was also close.

"Fuck yea. Fuck yea."

"God, her pussy feels so damn good."

Her lust raging, she thrust herself at Mr. Craig, stuffing her pussy onto his cock with ravaging need. She locked her lips even tighter around the cock fucking her mouth, sucking at it hungrily.

"Fuck . . . your . . . mouth."

"So hot . . . So good."

The two cocks pounded into her . . . fucking her . . . using her. Mr. Kole's stiff cock pumped past her lips. Mr. Craig's jackhammered into her pussy. Their building force made the table beneath her sway with her body's rocking action.

Releasing her hold on that table, she brought her hand up and across her body to wrap her fingers around the base of Mr. Kole's cock to stop it from ramming into her throat.

In and out their cocks slid . . . humping . . . pummeling.

In . . . Out . . . Fucking her . . . Using her.

Then they stopped.

Mr. Kole was first. One second his hips were rocking back and forth before her, his cock sliding along her lips and into her mouth with a progressively jerky rhythm. His fingers twined in her hair, holding her head firmly in place so that he could freely fuck her mouth. The next second his body tensed up and froze, his hips shoved forward to hold the first inches of his cock inside her mouth with her fingers jammed against her lips.

Danielle eagerly swallowed as his cock twitched and jumped, releasing his seed.

As this happened Mr. Craig rammed himself into her a few more times, pounding his cock into her pussy deep and hard. Then he too froze. Cramming every possible centimeter of himself in her he ground his crotch against hers as his cock erupted.

"Dirty . . . little . . . whore," he panted.

"Such a beautiful girl," Mr. Kole moaned.

She lay there, the two cocks cumming inside her. While their fucking of her hadn't lasted long enough to create another full-fledged orgasm, their dual attack coupled with the sensation of them both cumming inside her did send a series of rapturous waves rolling through her. Sparklers snapped and flashed in her mind. Electricity tingled along her nerves making her muscles quiver.

Groaning, Mr. Craig continued to grind his crotch against her for a minute after cumming, his cock shifting inside her pussy.

Mr. Kole also kept his cock in place. Danielle's fingers squeezed the shaft, milking the last of his semen while she licked and suckled on him.

As their cocks eventually grew soft they pulled themselves from her.

Now she lay there alone . . . on display. Her features softened in euphoria, her hair disheveled. Her flesh shimmered with her sweat and passion, her clothing rumpled.

Mr. Grant beamed at her from a couple feet away, holding his erect cock.

"Mmm," she mewed quietly.

"That was beautiful, Sweetie," he sighed. "Simply beautiful. Now, let's get those cloths out of the way and move you to the couch."

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

In her weakened state the men had to help her off the table. Several hands worked together to remove her top and skirt, leaving her in just her shoes and socks. Then they helped her to the couch on which she was made to kneel with her body bent down so that her head rested on the cushion and her ass was raised high into the air.

"You have such a beautiful little ass," Mr. Grant praised as he climbed behind her and his hands roamed over the proffered orbs, caressing and squeezing them lovingly. "I love gazing down on it while I fuck you this way."

One hand slid down so his thumb could rub at her opening and dip into her pussy. The digit played in the combination of her own juices and the two loads of cum that'd been deposited there. After a couple moments it exited her and he guided his cockhead to her instead. The previous cocks had loosened her, allowing him to easily penetrate her, his full length sinking deep inside her, his crotch rubbing against her ass.

"Oh God yes," she gasped. "It feels so good. Oh, so good."

"Yes. Yes, it does," he agreed, his thumb finding her rectum. As it applied pressure the juices coating it and her taxed muscles allowed the digit to effortlessly open her. "I bet it won't be long before our friends are ready for you again, and I told them how you like it in the ass."

Danielle whimpered as another orgasm stirred in her loins.

 The End