6 comments/ 120028 views/ 14 favorites Schoolgirl Steph By: Divide Always the same time, around 3:30 or so, school gets out and the sexiest females in the world - schoolgirls - walk down my street. I don’t think I’m alone when I say nothing turns me on more than those short little plaid kilts and sheer knee highs. It’s a uniform that embodies all the innocence in the world, that is, before it’s put in the hands the eighteen and nineteen year olds who love to tease. Skirts that are supposed to be no more than 6 inches above the knee are hiked up to their beautiful thighs; if it’s windy enough you can catch a glimpse of heaven. White blouses are unbuttoned to reveal so much more ripe chest than is allowed. Good girls. Naughty girls. This is the constant struggle. This is the fantasy. It’s a beautiful day in June. Hot, but not so much that you can’t cool off in the shade. She’s walking with her friends, all of them going downtown after school. I, as usual, am keeping my distance but staring like a fiend from under my sunglasses. Watching their short kilts bounce as they walk and laugh, loving their silky long legs and wondering what it would be like to slowly run my hand up their thighs. Her hair in sassy little pony tails that swing and bounce every time she turns her head. She wears shiny black shoes over her sheer white kneehighs. I keep staring, keep drinking her in. The shield of my sunglasses is too much - I want to see her with my own eyes. I take them off. She looks back. Busted. Her friends don’t notice as she looks at me, half scowling, half smiling. They stop and enter a store. She remains outside and musters up some attitude. I catch up with her. “What are you staring at?” Her eyes are made up with girly bluish-green liner, just enough to look sexy, and it seems her lips, soft and pink, could not be shinier with gloss in the afternoon sun. Her upper chest is decorated with glitter and small earrings dangle from her lobes. I try to think of something cool to say, something not too creepy but flattering. “I’ll give you three guesses.” She blushes but continues to stand in front of me. “So you like gawking at innocent little girls?” “I‘d like to know how innocent you are. And you don’t look little; I think you’re old enough.” “Well I am, you know.” She tilts her head. “You are what? Innocent, or old enough?” She doesn't know how to respond to this. Decision time, she’s thinking. She hesitates, strokes her soft neck with her finger. Her perfume suddenly washes over me as the wind changes direction. “Both...” She slowly says and stares into my eyes, "I'm eighteen." She seems hypnotized with some combination of fear and desire. I can only think of one thing to say. “What’s your name, angel?” “Stephanie.” “Stephanie, let’s go.” I start to walk away and she follows me, only slightly looking back to see if her friends have left the store. Is this happening? She trails only slightly behind me, this treasure, so sweet-smelling, so perfect to me in every way. I start to get hard just thinking of her and what could happen, not knowing if anything will. We reach my building and halt. I look at her blue eyes one more time, and, without speaking, ask her if she’s cool with everything. She looks back at me and plays with a little necklace that's nestled in her cleavage. She’s cool. We climb the stairs to the fourth floor. Lots of opportunity to catch a glimpse up her little kilt. I’m puzzled, she’s modest at first, either staying behind me or keeping her hand on the back of her skirt to hold it down. Near the top this all changes - she swings around the corner and her kilt flies up just a little bit. Pink satin panties. You cute, sexy, naughty girl. I feel the blood pressure between my legs increase tenfold; I want to touch her, want to taste every inch of her beautiful body with my tongue, I want to make her scream for more. With every level we go up, the heat increases. The fourth floor is terrible for that. She’s broken a mild sweat by the time I start unlocking my door. She’s panting slowly. We’re inside. This can not be happening. She doesn't speak, neither do I. Is she quiet because she’s afraid or nervous or so damn horny? This is a gamble. She stands looking out my living room window, massaging her neck with her back to me. I need to act. Come on, you wuss, go for it. She’s here. She wants it. Don’t make her wait. I walk up behind her and put my hands on her hips, just above her little kilt. She jumps slightly. My nose caresses her beautiful neck, smelling her sweet perfume; a delicate scent, very girly. I press my crotch against the back of her kilt - I’m rock hard already, just being so close to her. She breathes heavily, still a little tense. Her hands are on her hips, covering mine. I need to say something... “Are you wet, Stephanie?” She sighs at this, “I want to make you squirm.” She moans slightly. “I’m going to make you scream.” She melts. She turns around and presses her shiny glossed lips against mine, moaning as her delicate tongue pushes into my mouth. She breathes in heavily and her hands grab mine, moving them to her ass. I sigh as I squeeze her over her kilt, feeling her tight roundness. My tongue explores her mouth. I move one hand up to her face and stroke her cheek, making her moan again. She’s going to explode, it seems. I like it that way. I pull back from kissing her. She leans forward, wanting more. I brush my lips against hers only slightly. Every time she tries to kiss me I pull back. I dart my tongue across her lips, licking her. She sighs every time I do this, wanting to be kissed deeply. But I won’t let her have it yet. I continue licking her shiny lips and pulling away as my hands reach under her kilt, up the back of her legs to her ass. I caress her panties there, loving their feel, squeezing her tight body. She reaches her hands up and starts to unbutton her silky white blouse, revealing her cute little pink bra. I stop her at three buttons, grabbing her wrists. She looks at me, panting, her lips and chest swollen. I bring my mouth so close to hers. She knows by this point not to try kissing me because I’ll only pull away. “Please,” she sighs, looking into my eyes, “God please...” I finally give her what she wants, and bring her lips to mine. She moans and slides her tongue inside once more. She’s content with deeply kissing me as my hands move around to the front of her kilt, reaching underneath and very, very softly caressing the string sides of her panties, then the front. I move a finger between her legs. She pulls her mouth away from mine and sighs loudly. She's very hot, and very wet. My fingers massage her under her kilt. She clings to me, her breath in my ear, sighing, moaning, whispering unintelligible things as my hand does its work on her. She’s melting; it seems like she can’t take any more. The heat on the fourth floor seems sweltering, we’re both sweating. Her perfume lies heavy in the room and mixes with her scent. I slide my finger out from under her kilt and bring it to her mouth. She hesitates but sticks her tongue out and finally lets me slide it inside her mouth. Stephanie moans as she tastes herself and I nuzzle her ear. I pull away from her. She shivers and brings a hand to her chest. I stare at her. “Lay down, little girl.” She immediately walks to the couch and leans back. I’m on top of her, kissing her deeply and grinding my hard crotch against her kilt. I kiss her neck, lick it, then move to her ear where her cute little earrings dangle. I begin to whisper. “You have no idea what you’re in for.” “Yes..,” she sighs. “I’m going to taste every inch of you.” “Yes.” “You’re going to scream for me, Stephanie.” “Oh God...” I move my tongue down her sweet neck, tasting the alcohol in her perfume. My tongue finds its way to her chest, between her firm breasts. She undoes more of her buttons. I pull her bra down, exposing her nipples, wonderfully pink and firm. I take my time, licking one then the other, slowly, then quickly, then sucking long and hard. My hands squeeze her breasts and she moans. I notice she has one hand under her kilt, playing with herself as I pleasure her. Good girl. Moving down to her belly, I start licking a newly-discovered piercing there. Between the sweat and my tongue her chest is wet now. I slide down to my knees in front of the couch and reach under her kilt. Her panties slide off with ease; I slowly pull them down her legs, past her sheer white knee highs to her shiny black shoes. They dangle on one foot. As I look up at her she’s panting heavily, eyes closed, in a different world. My tongue traces a line up her stockinged shin, over her bare knee to her thigh just below the hemline of her kilt. I raise her leg upward and lick the back of her thigh. Stephanie sighs and squeezes her breasts as my other hand massages her other leg, higher and higher under her little skirt. All I have to do is gently push with my hands and her legs spread wide apart. She hikes her kilt up so I can see her beautiful pussy, neatly trimmed and swollen, glistening with the wetness I’ve already made to flow out of her. I move my tongue higher up her thigh until I’m between her legs, deliberately avoiding contact with the intense wetness and heat. I lick inches away from her pussy - long, hard strokes with my tongue until her entire crotch is wet. She’s breathing heavier now, looking down at me with one hand playing with a pigtail. I sigh against her wetness, teasing her with the thought of my tongue on her. Her hands grab the back of my head and push it toward her pussy, but I all I’ll do is gently kiss it and brush it with my tongue. I look up at her and she knows what I want. “Please..” she sighs, almost inaudible. I give her what she wants. Without warning, I drag my tongue across her wetness, the entire length, hard. She bucks her hips on my face and lets out her loudest moan yet, her hands clenching my head tighter. I go to work on her pussy, alternating long and short licks, drinking in her wetness and loving the way she squirms around, always one hand on my head, the other sometimes wandering to her chest or her mouth where she sucks on a finger. I work Stephanie into a frenzy with my mouth; she’s a panting, moaning, flushed girl. When I think she’s ready I dive right into her clit, and when my tongue hits it, her voice explodes, she lets out a yell and tilts her head back. As my tongue still blazes on her clit, I slowly slide a finger inside of her. She squeals as her pussy wraps around my finger; I can’t believe the heat inside her, and my cock grows solid at the thought of what I await. As my finger slides in and out of her faster and faster, my tongue continues it’s work and she pants heavily with every thrust. Her hands garb tufts of hair on the back of my head hard, she forces her crotch against my face so that I can barely breathe, her ass raised six inches off the couch, the balls of her feet in her little black shoes pressed against the floor and her calves flexing hard under her knee highs. She squirms and moans constantly now, grinding against my face, until her voice explodes once more: “Oh...my..God!” She contorts and her wetness soaks my face and hand as she climaxes, her hands practically pulling my hair out. As her voice dies down to a peaceful sigh, her hips relax and she lowers herself back down onto the couch. Her hands pull my head upward and she kisses me deeply, her tongue drinking in her own juices form my mouth. She shivers occasionally. One of her delicate hands reaches down to my crotch, then under my jeans to feel my hard cock. She moans long and low when she feels me, and undoes my belt. I pull my jeans and shorts off and sit back on the couch. Stephanie slides herself over and sits on my lap, facing me. She begins to unclasp her short kilt. “Don’t. Leave it on,” I say and run my hands over her calves. She grinds her bare wetness against my cock under her kilt, sliding her hips back and forth. I pull her off me and she immediately reaches down for my cock, making sure it’s standing up straight. I feel the head press against her wetness and it drives us both crazy; she rolls her eyes back and sighs. “You want that, Stephanie?” She nods and starts to lower herself down onto me. I stop her. She looks at me wide-eyed, amazed that I’m denying her this, her hands on my shoulders and her little pigtails and earrings swaying. The head of my cock has just barely entered her, and she’s practically dripping down my shaft. My hands grasp her hips tightly, struggling against her efforts to lower herself down all the way. She pants and digs her nails into my shoulders, her legs quivering with effort. I grin at her. She knows what to say, and sighs out the words. “Please...” I smile and shake my head, even though the wetness between her legs is driving me mad. She speaks again, louder. “Please..!” My arms are growing tired and I can’t hold her off me for much longer. I stare at her face, she’s flushed. And then words I never thought could escape her innocent little mouth fly into the air: “Fuck me please!” I don’t hesitate. I pull Stephanie down onto my cock in one hard motion. She’s incredibly tight and she wraps around me like a glove. She screams as all of my cock slides into her, my hands holding her down now. I pull her up once more, almost all the way out, and bring her down again and again, long, hard motions, loving her screams with every thrust. Stephanie is like a rag doll now, so limp as my hands pull her beautiful frame down onto me, her pigtails swinging. I raise my head toward her occasionally to lick her lips and she sticks her tongue out all the way to meet mine. I’m controlling her movements, giving her as much as I want to. She’s licking her lips erotically now as I fuck her; the innocent girl quickly disappearing. As she becomes more accustomed to my cock her screams subside and she whimpers with pleasure. My hands move to her bare ass now, and I slap her there, making her jump and contort around me. I’m working her up and down with my hands on her ass, watching her breasts bounce and holding my orgasm reluctantly. Then something changes. My rhythm is thrown off as Stephanie starts to bounce faster on me, I’m losing control. She grabs my hands from her ass and brings them to the wall behind the couch, pinning them there as she bounces on my cock faster. I know I could easily overpower her, but I can’t help loving the way this schoolgirl is using my cock for her own pleasure now. She stares into my eyes - smiling slightly? - and rides me faster and harder, slapping herself onto me. Her kilt rises and falls; she’s fucking me so hard I’m afraid one wrong move will break me in two. Her moans become louder and I can’t take it any longer. Her tightness, her earrings, the smell of her perfume, and the sudden transformation that has taken place in front of me have taken their toll. “Steph-” She slaps herself onto me hard and fast. “Stephanie...” She screams like some kind of angel as my moans get louder, feeling my cock tense up inside of her. I break my hands free and squeeze her ass hard, taking back control and pulling her down onto my cock fast and hard. I know this is it. Once more. Twice. A third time. “Fuck, Stephanie!” I pull her off my cock just in time to drench the underside of her school kilt with my cum, I’m pressed against the material and she jerks me through it, making my seed leak through to the outside and drip down her hand. I moan again and again, my hands squeezing her ass as she empties me all over her uniform, her hand getting soaked. She switches hands, and brings her wet one up to her right breast, squeezing it through her bra, getting it sticky. Stephanie collapses onto me. We’re both covered in sweat, she’s panting like a marathon runner. Stephanie gets up and slides her panties back on, does up her blouse. She declines to take a shower, saying she has to get home so her parents don’t start asking questions. I kiss her goodbye deeply, multiple times - it takes us forever to part. As she explores my mouth one last time with her tongue I reach my hand down to the front of her kilt, noticing it’s still wet, and gently brush it against her. Stephanie moans. “You must be joking,” she says, “You’re going to drive me crazy doing that.” Her hand grabs mine and moves it away. I watch her cross the street from my window, walking quickly. The thought of her little kilt soaked with my cum and brushing against her soft upper thighs, leaving them wet, makes my cock stir once more. Her scent in the room makes me hot. I imagine her wearing the same uniform, sitting in class, daydreaming about what we’ve just done, maybe secretly touching herself. I’m hard again; I need more of Steph. I grab my keys, throw my shoes on and barrel down the stairs. Schoolgirl Steph Ch. 02 This is a continuation of "Schoolgirl Steph," which can be found in the Non-consent/reluctance section. I'm not sure if that was the right section for it, but it's there! I'm not sure where this chapter is going. If you want the prequel, you know where to look! Nothing. I ran out onto the street and Stephanie was gone. The one and only schoolgirl I had the pleasure of tasting was nowhere to be seen. Not acceptable. I had to find her. Plan B, I guess. Time to go from a casual lover to some kind of creepy stalker. Oh well, I didn't give a shit. My search started with the phonebook. Yeah, that lasted about three seconds, seeing as how I didn't know her last name. It didn't take me long to turn to the internet. A quick search of local high schools, narrowed down to Catholic or private schools, then further narrowed down to the ones within walking distance. Bingo. So Stephanie must go to St. James. Their web page was very easily navigated. Impressive graphics. Wait...what the hell, none of this matters. Bottom line is, their directory made it easy to find her last name. Don't get me wrong; I'm not going to tell you. Perverts. I joke, I joke. However, St. James is not in the habit of giving out the phone numbers of their students. So the next step was to search ICQ and hope she used it. She did. So did five others with the same name. I added them all to my contacts. One didn't speak English, two told me to go fuck myself, and one was a forty-eight year old housewife. One didn't respond. It took a few days, but Stephanie responded to my message (I had simply written "hey schoolgirl, how'd you like the fourth floor?). I was online one night and she just wrote "hey." I was in. After making sure she knew who I was, I told her I needed to see her again. The conversation follows: "Um I dunno, maybe. I had fun too." "Totally, schoolgirl. So what are you up to now?" "Nothing, doing homework. What about u?" "Thinking about your body. And about how amazing you were." "Stop it, you're making me blush lol" "Oh you love it." "So what if I do?" "Now you're just being naughty." "Too bad no one is here to spank me :P" "Stop it, Stephanie, unless you want me to come over there." "Well, um...maybe you should." "Are you serious?" "Ya. I've been thinking about the other day a lot too ya know." "Wait a sec, aren't your parents home?" "Uh huh." "Ok, right. Forget it then." "They don't have to know. They'll be in bed soon. I'm on the ground floor" "Ground floor? Meaning what?" "Meaning you sneak in the window, dumbass :P" Well holy shit. Taking a girl into your apartment is one thing, but sneaking into her house and doing her while her parents are asleep in another. The last thing I needed was some pissed off father with a shotgun chasing me out of his daughter's bed. And what if she gave me the wrong address? That would be fun to explain to my brother on the phone from the police station. I had to make sure. "So you really want me to come over?" "Yes." "Right now? Tonight?" "God, yes! I'm not kidding. They'll be asleep by the time you get here." "Fuck, I don't know. You know I want you, but..." "I want you too, so bad. I'm seriously getting wet." "Damn, you're tempting me Steph." "Good." "Will you wear your uniform?" "Nope, something much better." Needless to say, I gave in. Another once in a lifetime opportunity that couldn't be passed up. Stephanie gave me her address (again, you're not getting it, suckers), and I was on my way. Her place was within walking distance, but pretty far. It took me about forty minutes to get there. Nice house; I think Stephanie's parents were loaded. I approached from the side, cutting across the neighbors' lawn. My stomach was churning by this point; it reminded me of cutting through yards I wasn't supposed to when I was a kid. I crept quickly between the two houses to get around back where Stephanie's window apparently was. I felt like Solid Snake, really cool. Until, that is, I tripped over a sprinkler and took a dive. I smashed my knee on some garden rock or gnome or some shit like that. "Fuck!" Ok, yelling was a bit of a mistake. A dog in the neighbors' house went crazy, lights there went on. But Steph's house was still silent. With my jeans muddy and my knee throbbing, I continued to the back of the house. I felt like some wounded soldier returning home to bang his wife after years of absence. Stephanie's window was right where she had described it, and open halfway, just as she said it would be. Go time. I walked up silently and peered in. The room was dark, but the moonlight allowed me to see my treasure. Stephanie sat on her bed, legs crossed, facing the window. her brown hair was done up in a ponytail that moved a little bit every time her head did. I couldn't exactly tell what she had on, but it looked silky and thin. I pulled myself up through her window, making as little noise as possible. Seconds after I was standing in Stephanie's room. She looked up, then stood up. Her little black chemise came down to her thighs, and I could barely see the matching panties beneath. We just stare at each other for a moment, the she moves. Stephanie walks quickly over to me and wraps her arms around my shoulders, pressing her soft lips against mine simultaneously. She wastes no time, her tongue immediately forces its way into my mouth. I grab her ass, hard, and kiss her back. She lets out a little moan. I can feel the satin of her chemise pressing against me. Her perfume washes over me and makes me remember our first encounter. This makes me twice as hard as I was. Stephanie and I kiss passionately, standing by the window. I grab her knee and lift one of her legs up, my tongue moving down her neck. She tilts her head back and breathes heavily. My mouth finds her cleavage, only partially hidden under black lace trim. She sighs as I explore it with my mouth. I move one hand under her chemise and caress her silky panties at the back. I reach deeper down, deeper, until my hand presses between her legs from behind. "Oh God," she sighs and almost loses balance. "You're wet, schoolgirl." "Yes." I move my mouth to her ear and start whispering. "Do you know how much I've been thinking about you? How hot you were that day, what a good little girl you were for me?" "Yeah...me too." I'm fingering Stephanie through her black panties, and she's grinding on my fingers. Her hand moves to the crotch of my jeans and feels how hard I've become. "Oh, I see," I whisper into her ear "Now that's something you never got to do last time." Stephanie nods and lets a little moan escape as I rub her faster. She undoes my belt. "I want to..." Stephanie doesn't finish her sentence, but drops to her knees in front of me. Again she wastes no time and takes my cock into her mouth a lot faster than I had expected. "Oh fuck!" I say a little too loudly and she punches my shin as a warning to keep quiet. "Sorry, sorry..." I whisper. I brace myself with my hands on the windowsill as Stephanie goes to work. Her tongue darts over my cock and she takes the head in and out of her mouth. She's a little inexperienced, but seeing her kneel in the moonlight, sucking me in her own room while her parents sleep is amazing. "God you make me so hard, schoolgirl." She moans and fawns over my cock, licking the shaft up and down until it glistens in the moonlight. I see her lower one hand down into her panties at the front, and she moans again as she begins to play with herself. Always a good girl. Stephanie is working me with her hand now too, jerking my cock as she takes the head in and out of her mouth. She's like a machine, working as fast as she can. The squishy and sucking noises seem to make her hornier, which in turn makes me want to cum even more. "God Steph, slow down," my hands are on her head, playing with her ponytail, "Not so fast." I can feel her working me into orgasm with her hands and mouth, but I don't want to cum yet. She continues to moan and I subconsciously move my hips toward her as she sucks me. She releases my cock and looks up at me, her face glistening with saliva. We're both panting. She looks back at my cock nervously. "No baby, come on, time to-" Stephanie slowly pushes her mouth onto my cock, her eyes meeting mine. Inch after inch it disappears into her mouth, deeper by the second. She's nervous, but she continues. "Oh God, Steph.." my cock is almost all the way into her mouth now, and the thought of cumming deep in her throat almost makes me lose it. She moans nervously; this is as far as she can go. But she wants to go farther. She tries, and fails. Stephanie lets out a gagged cough and pulls my cock out. She goes into a coughing fit. Stephanie tries to cover her mouth, but it's no good. I hear footsteps coming down the hall. Holy fuck. Not good. I have no time to escape; my pants are down around my ankles and keep me from running like shackles. I freeze. I'm dead. There's a knock at Stephanie's bedroom door. "Steph?" it's her mother, "You ok in there sweetheart?" Stephanie looks up at me, wide-eyed, scared. I'm just as terrified, but I'm trying my best not to show it. Her mouth is still wet and saliva drips down her chin. She's silently asking me for advice. I have none to give. "I'm...fine, mom." She says and tries to sound casual. There's fear in her voice. "Are you sure, sweetie? Do you need-" the doorknob begins to turn. "NO!" Steph yells, a little too harshly. There's a pause, a three-second eternity. "...All right...I'm going back to bed." "Kay." The footsteps fade back down the hallway. Stephanie stands up and faces the door. My erect cock slides between her legs from behind and my hands find her breasts. She reaches a hand down and jerks my cock; I can feel it pressing against her panties. "You are so wet. And you've made me so hard, Stephanie." my tongue traces her neck and she tilts her head back and sighs. "You have to be more careful, little girl. You almost got us in trouble." "Yes...I will be." "You promise?" "Yes I promise." After this is whispered I stop kissing Stephanie's neck and suddenly smack her ass. Hard. She jumps and her hands fly to her mouth to contain a scream. I push her forward onto her bed. She lands and turns around to face me. I kick off my jeans and dive on top of her, grinding my cock into her satiny crotch. "Fuck you!" she whispers and giggles a bit. I kiss her hard and silence her. Our making out becomes passionate and she's soon no longer in a giggling mood. My tongue finds her ear once more and I begin whispering. "I didn't know innocent girls had outfits like this, Stephanie." She sighs and I see her smile in the moonlight. "Do your parents know about this little number?" "No way." She breathes. The head of my cock is pressed against her panties, hard, and she squirms and grinds on it. Enough playing around, I decide. I want to know how much she can take. I dive one hand into the front of her panties and immediately find her clit. She jumps and gasps and my mouth locks onto hers to keep her silent. I feverishly finger Stephanie, her chemise hiked up to expose her stomach and her legs bent and spread wide. She quivers on my fingers and her breathing becomes rapid. Every moan that escapes her mouth is muffled by mine, my tongue intertwined with hers in an everlasting French kiss. She's bucking her hips now, and squeezing her breasts with both hands. I'm enjoying the feel of this satin clad schoolgirl beneath me, quivering as my fingers work her closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly her hands fly down to her crotch and she pulls my fingers away. "Don't...I can't....I'll scream if you keep going." I move my hand back into her panties and touch her clit again. "No! I'm serious, we'll get in a lot of trouble." I keep fingering her, staring into her eyes. "All right. Then you know what we do next...better take your panties off." Stephanie is breathing heavily and moves her hands to the sides of her panties. My fingers continue to pleasure her and she suddenly moves her hands back to mine to try and stop me. She can't decide what to do; she can't bear my hands unrestrained on her for long enough. This goes on for another minute, her hands flying from the sides of her panties to the front, desperate to slide them off, but desperate not to cum. She can't take it any longer. She keeps one hand on mine, trying to slow my fingers down, and pulls with the other. Her panties stretch farther and farther until they suddenly tear and snap away from her thighs. "Omigod," she sighs as I finally pull my fingers away from her pussy. "You naughty little girl." I move the head of my cock until it touches her pussy just barely, my tongue on her neck and shoulder, a thin strap of her chemise slides off and halfway down her arm. "Yessss" she whispers as she feels my cock touching her. She garbs it and pushes it inside of her a little farther. I moan as her wetness and heat embrace my cock; it feels like her pussy is a vacuum, sucking me inside. I don't want to wait any longer. "I don't trust you, schoolgirl. I don't think you'll be quiet enough." "OhyesyesIwillbeplease" she rushes. "Just in case," I say, and grab her torn panties, bringing them up to her face. Stephanie looks at me nervously and slowly opens her little mouth. I slide her black satin panties inside as best I can, a broken string side dangling onto her neck. She breathes quickly and heavily through her nostrils; her eyes roll back and close. "Good girl." I wait no longer, and suddenly slide the entire length of my cock into her. She arches her back and a moan that would have been much too loud is muffled by her panties. My hands squeeze her breasts through her chemise and I slide in and out of her in long, slow thrusts, making sure to go all the way in. Looking down I see my cock shaft shining with her wetness in the moonlight, sliding in and out of this angel. "Ah, God," I moan and Stephanie does too, realizing what I'm seeing. Her hands are on my ass and she pulls me into her again and again, little muffled moans escaping. She pulls me faster with her hands, and I move my hands to the bed beside her head to brace myself. My tongue licks Stephanie's lips and her panties, now getting very wet from her mouth and dripping onto her chest. I'm fucking her fast now, hard, her legs move up onto my shoulders and she feverishly rubs her clit. Her breasts bounce like jello under her little chemise. The bed's springs begin to speak, the headboard is hitting the wall. Neither of us cares. Stephanie is lost in a world of her own, loving the way my cock slides in and out of her so quickly. I'm relishing her sweet neck with my tongue and I hike her chemise up to expose her breasts. With my cock still rapidly fucking her, I move my mouth to her right nipple and suck. She moans and I feel her entire body shake. My fucking continues and my mouth on her nipple and her fingers on her clit take their toll on her. Stephanie begins to orgasm. I want my mouth on hers when she does it. I pull her panties, now soaked and slippery, out of her mouth as she approaches her climax and begin kissing her. Her bodily contortions are driving me wild and I feel my cock stiffen; I want to cum so badly. Stephanie remains as quiet as she can as she starts to cum, my cock sliding in and out lightning fast now. I keep my mouth pressed on hers to muffle her screams, but her jerky movements are making it difficult. I feel my own orgasm building, and just as she's climaxing, I take my mouth off hers. "God, Steph I'm going to cum!" This sends her over the edge and she screams. Loud. Much too loud. She's cumming all over my cock and we both stare at each other. Movement in the house. "Fuck...fuck!" I whisper. I'm still fucking her fast. She pushes her hands onto my chest so that I slide out of her. Someone is coming down the hallway to investigate Stephanie's scream. She looks at me, terrified, her crotch soaked. As soon as my cock leaves her, I start to cum. We're going to get busted, but there's nothing I can do; the dam holding back my cum has shattered and I start to shoot. My seed jets onto Stephanie's silky black chemise; it looks like pearls in the moonlight. Again and again I soak her little outfit; her breasts are wet and they glisten. A fraction of a second later, still quivering from my orgasm, I'm grabbing my clothes from the floor. The footsteps in the hallway get louder. Stephanie is trying desperately to get out of her soaked chemise but the wetness of my cum makes it cling to her young body. I desperately want to help her and I start to head toward her. "Fuck! Go! Go!!" She whispers harshly. She grabs her soaked panties and flings them to the floor beside her bed. I dart toward the window and dive out like some action star with my clothes in my hands. I hit the ground hard, re-injuring my earlier bruised knee. I can't hit the street naked, so I pull on my clothes as fast as I can. My pants are on backwards and my shirt is inside out. I dart from the rear of the house just as I hear Stephanie's bedroom door opening. God, schoolgirl, I hope you covered your ass in time.