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Schoolgirl

By: the1truebob



As your teacher, I call you into my office after class. I see the nervousness in your stance as I usher you in. You know why you are here. Your grades in my math class are suffering and you know if you don't get the credit in my class, you won't graduate this year. I've waited four years for this moment. As of last month, you turned 18 and the possitibilities opened up to me. Walking in behind you, I get another good look at your ass. You don't realize it yet, but I am going to have that ass today.

"Well, we both know why you're here," I say. "Can you give me any reason why I should pass you?"

"You have to pass me," you plead. "If I don't pass your class, I don't graduate."

"I know that, but I can't in good conscience pass you just so you can graduate. I have to know you understand the material," I retort.

"I don't know why I can't understand it. I try so hard. It just doesn't make sense," you say. Tears begin to form in your eyes. You think the situation is hopeless.

"I tell you what. I have an idea of how we can get your grade up," I say, smiling lasciviously. The implication is lost on you. Your eyes start to brighten, thinking there may be a chance to graduate after all. My intentions don't dawn on you until you feel me walk up behind you and place my hands on your supple shoulders. I caress along your arms and you pull yourself away from me.

"How dare you!! I would never do something like that!!!" you scream. More tears flow down your face. You look at me in a new light. You see the dark smile on my face. You turn to leave. But I grab your arm and pull you against me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask. "I didn't say I was done with you yet. I don't care if you want to do this. This is going to happen. You've pranced around this place for the last four years like you own it. You tease every guy you ever come into contact with, including me. Now, you're going to know what happens to teases." Before you have a chance to protest, I kiss you on the lips roughly, mashing our lips together. Holding one arm tightly around your waist, I run my other hand up and down your body, taking in every inch. I feel you shiver from fear underneath my ministrations and it thrills me even more.

My hand finds the bottom of your blouse. I slip my hand up underneath and feel the tiny tits covered in the small bra. This just adds to your innocence and makes me even harder. You're openly sobbing now. I move you over to my desk and bend you over it, holding you down with one hand on the back of your neck. I slip my other hand around your waist and unhook your pants. I roughly jerk them and your panties down in one swift motion. The sight of your bare ass gives me pause. It's even more heavenly than I imagined. I start grabbing at it, spreading it apart and getting a look at your pussy, too. I start rubbing your pussy and much to your dismay I feel the wetness slowly begin to seep out.

I chuckle, "You're liking this you little whore. I knew it. You're a born slut." I feel your body slump, defeated. You're mine and we both know it. I stand you back up and proceed to strip you swiftly. In seconds, your blouse and bra are off and you are naked before me. I drink in your body. Your tiny A-cup tits, your dark tanned skin, your short, petite stature. Your long black hair draped in wisps around your body, partially covering your nipples. I caress your hair, slowly gently almost lovingly. I, then, grab a handful and force you to your knees in front of me. With my other hand, I unhook my belt, undo my button and zipper and pull out my throbbing cock.

Your eyes go wide. You've never seen a cock before. You've always been the good girl. Now, you can't believe the situation you're in, naked, on your knees, in my office with my cock dangling in your face. I move closer to you and my cock begins to rub along your face and lips. I see you purse your lips in one last attempt to regain control. I laugh at this and pry your mouth open with my free hand. The moment it's open, I shove my cock inside. I revel in the warmth and moisture. I begin slowly thrusting back and forth. I look down and see your crying face and it drives me mad. I begin thrusting harder. To my surprise, you take it nicely. I smile and laugh again. "You've done this before haven't you, you slut? Don't deny it. You're taking it better than a two dollar whore. I've seen pornstars struggle more than you."

Your face turns red. You're embarassed at my words. I just keep pumping. It is so good. Better than I imagined. I feel myself building. I want my first cum to be by your pussy, so I stop and pull out of your mouth. I lift you up and once again bend you over my desk. I kneel down behind you and immediately dive into your pussy. It tastes sweet and I feel you squirm under my ministrations. I know you're liking it. I revel in the fact that I'm making you enjoy what you didn't want. I can't wait anymore. I stand back up and line up my throbbing, rock-hard cock with your small wet pussy. I rub it up and down your slit. You're writhing again. This time though, you're not trying to get away. I lean down and whisper in your ear.

"Tell me you want it"

You close your eyes and shake your head. I continue rubbing along your slit. An unmistakable moan escapes your lips. I say it again, "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Again, you shake your head. I slowly insert the head of my cock into you. You gasp. When I pull it back out, you whimper. I lean down again. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

After a few moments, you finally whimper, "I want you to fuck me."

"Say it again."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Beg me for it."

"Please fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Tell me you want my cock in your pussy."

"I want your cock in my pussy. Please, please fuck me."

I smile at my triumph and I thrust forward. In one motion, I am fully inside you. It is the most amazing feeling I have ever felt, soft, velvety, moist. I feel every ridge of your pussy along the length of my cock. Then it hits me. No hymen. "Are you a virgin?" You nod head your head slowly. "What happened to your hymen?"

"When I was 13, I masturbated and broke through it then. It bled for awhile."

"Good, I hate having to deal with that." With that out of the way, I proceed to start pounding into you. With every thrust, I drill you into the desk making your entire body shake. A moan and grunt escapes your lips every time. I just keep pounding you and pounding you, when suddenly your entire body tenses up. You shudder against me and I feel your pussy contract. My final victory is at hand. I made you cum. You never wanted to fuck and I still made you cum.

I start pounding harder. I start moaning. "I'm going to cum soon, slut. I'm going to cum right in your pussy." The fear grips you again. You start fighting one more time.

"Please don't cum inside me. I'm not on birth control. I don't want to get pregnant."

I just keep rutting you...in and out..in and out. I feel my orgasm building. I feel you struggling. With one last thrust, I yell, "I'm cumming." I bury myself deep inside you and feel the spurting begin. It feels like a gallon shooting out. This is four years of frustration releasing inside you. After what seems like a lifetime, my final spurt hits your pussy walls. My cock pops out of you, limp. You begin crying again when you feel my cum start to drip out of you. No more is the thought that I raped you in your mind. You're worried that you may get pregnant now. I bring you back to reality though as I slap your ass. "That was the best fuck I ever had. You were great. Like I knew you would be. Meet me here again next week and we'll discuss your grade further."

With that, I throw your clothes at you and shove you out the door. You stand there whimpering. I stand on the other side of the door smiling, anticipating what next week will bring.

Schoolgirl Blackmail



Ben-Gay! Just what I need. This is NOT a good day. Four pop quizzes out of six periods today. Practice runs late, and now some joker's put Ben Gay in my panties and bra. I'm going to absolutely KILL the bitch if I find out who it was. I'll just have to be careful where I sit on the bus I guess. Don't want some pervert getting an accidental peek of my bare pussy. It's not like I really need a bra.

 I stuffed the reeking underwear in my backpack with the sweaty underwear from practice. I wasn't about to wear either set. Given a choice of cold clammy and stinking, or 'deep heating' of my nipples and pussy, I chose none of the above.

 I put on my thin cotton blouse and plaid wrap-around skirt. By the time I had redone my pigtails, everyone else was gone. Shrugging on my backpack, I left the locker room and stepped into the warm spring night. I tugged the door to make sure it latched, just as I realized the activities bus was already leaving the parking lot.

Shit!!There goes my ride and I just locked the door! The nearest phone now is what six blocks in the wrong direction? The 7-Eleven down on MLK and Fifth? Oh yeah, like I'm dumb enough to walk into that neighborhood after dark with no panties or bra. The Mall? There's a taxi stand there, and I can buy some new underwear while I'm there. I hope I've got enough money with me. I can hit the ATM machine at the Mall if I have to I guess.

 I pulled my pigtails from under the pack straps and set off into the darkness. I headed for the Mall just over a mile away. Halfway there, the top button of my blouse went sailing into a thick hedge when I shifted the backpack to get some air to the sweaty spot on my back.

Damn cheap school uniform! It sure wasn't my giant heaving bosom that caused that. Damn near nineteen, and I still look like I'm twelve. A prepubescent twelve at that. It's like the Breast Fairy lost my address after his first visit when I was nine.

 All of my peers were at least 160 cm tall, and the smallest of the other girls my age was an 88-cm B cup. 

 I'm stuck at mid-puberty at 132 cm and 22 Kg. That's 4'4" and 88 lbs. For the metrically challenged. I tell nosy people that my measurements are 60 cm cubed. Actually, I do have a bit of a figure. Not very much of one at 60 cm, 40 cm 50 cm. That's 24", 16", 20" if you prefer. Just enough that I don't get mistaken for a boy unless I want to be. Not that there's that many boys that sport long black pigtails that just brush their shoulders. In a pony tail or loose, my hair comes to the bottom of my ribcage in the back.

 My long black hair and my nipples are the only 'grown up' things about me. I inherited both from my Thai mother, along with my small stature and near total absence of body hair. Dad calls us both 'Three Haired Doobers.' I have no idea what a 'Doober' is, but three is about right for the number of hairs below the neck. My nipples are like two grape gumdrops on scoops of butterscotch pudding. 

 I'm pretty sure the guy who took my cherry was kidding when he said they tasted like that too.

 Thinking about the night that I lost my virginity was making me aroused. The thin cotton blouse rubbing on my bare nipples as I shifted the backpack again added to my arousal. My nipples came erect to make gumdrop-sized lumps in the thin white cotton of my blouse.

 Damn these cheap blouses. What the hell do they put those buttons on with? Spit? I thought, as the second button from my blouse skittered out into the street. I might as well not be wearing a blouse. Between the sweat soaking my blouse and lost buttons, I look like third place in a two-person wet T-shirt contest.

 Lost in self-pity, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings like I should have been. It was my own fault that I suddenly found myself surrounded by four hulking shapes. 

 "Well, Well, what have we here?" The one directly in front of me sneered. 

 It was "Herman Munster" At least that's what everybody called him at school. I knew the other three must be "Lurch", "Frankenstein", and "Igor". They were always together. Unless he was out of sight behind me, "Renfrew" wasn't around. "Renfrew" was the smallest of Herman's clique. Nevertheless, even Renfrew would have made two of me. 

 "Grade school girls shouldn't be out after dark on their own. Maybe we should escort this little girl someplace safe." Herman leered at my inadequate chest. The nipples pushing into the thin cotton fascinated him.

 I looked around at the others. It was obvious they'd been drinking, and my 'safety' wasn't on their minds. I could see the lights of the Mall parking lot only another hundred yard or so away. 

 "Let us carry that heavy pack for you little girl." Lurch dragged my backpack off, popping another button from my blouse in the process. The fourth button of my blouse proved stronger than the first three. My arms were effectively tied to my sides by the shoulders of the blouse as the backpack dragged them down to my elbows. Lurch's big hand in the middle of my back kept me from shrugging the blouse back into place. 

 "Hey! This little girl's very naughty. She ain't wearin' no panties" 

 From the voice, I assumed that it was Frankenstein's hand that was groping my bare ass. Whoever it was, brought another hand around to my front, and pulled my skirt up in front to show the others my naked childlike pussy. 

 I was blinded by the flash of a camera and heard the characteristic whine of a Polaroid ejecting a picture. It seemed Renfrew was there after all. He came closer and took another picture of me with my tiny tits and bare pussy exposed for all the world to see.

 "Let's go some place where it's safe for a naughty little grade school girl to expose herself." Herman nodded to a nearby house. "We wouldn't want her to get arrested or maybe even raped right here in the street."

 Closing in around me, he and his henchmen steered me into a nearby yard. It must have been where one of these hulking behemoths lived, because I was hustled inside a fairly nice house and down the basement stairs.

 I didn't see who relieved me of my skirt and blouse. I was watching Herman peel his pants off to reveal a cock that was about 25 cm long, and five or six cm thick. Frankenstein concentrated on fingering my hairless pussy, while Lurch and Igor each sucked one of my gumdrop nipples. 

 I threw my head back and closed my eyes as my body responded to their rough ministrations. When Frankenstein roughly poked his big middle finger deep into my wet pussy, I couldn't stifle the moan it produced. The Flash/Whir of the Polaroid came again, as Renfrew took another picture.

 Picking me up by my arms, the three hulks molesting me carried me over to where Herman sat in a straight-backed chair. They turned me facing away from him, and I felt a new hand part the crack of my tiny ass cheeks. I shuddered and screamed as a greasy finger slid into my tiny brown pucker. I forced my sphincter to loosen, so his crude invasion wouldn't damage me. 

At least he is concerned enough for his own skin to use some sort of lubrication. I'm sure it isn't for my benefit.

 Lurch and Igor lifted me in the air while Frankenstein spread my legs as wide as he could force them. As I'm very limber, that was very wide indeed. I felt the greasy finger pull out and return with more lube to be forced into my tight little ass hole. It pulled out again, and the two hulks began to lower me down onto Herman's lap. 

 Frankenstein steered me by my wide spread legs to make sure that Herman's huge organ hit dead center in the tight brown ring of my anus. 

 I screamed, and screamed again as his huge prick slid deep into my bowels. His cock felt ten times bigger than it looked! He was ripping me in half! I screamed again. 

 My body frantically tried to produce more lubrication for this invasion, but it was lubricating the wrong hole. My juices were wasted as they ran from my empty pussy onto Herman's bloated balls.

 His three henchmen released me as my cheeks settled against Herman's stomach. I had to reach back and grab the sides of the chair for support because my feet were nowhere near the floor

 Herman only gave me a second to gain my balance, before he began masturbating himself with my asshole. He grabbed my hips, lifted me up to the head of his cock, and then forced me back down hard. 

 Over and over, he pounded me down onto the throbbing monster invading my ass. As I threw back my head to scream once more, I heard the Flash/Whir of another picture being taken by Renfrew. 

 Herman slammed me down on his cock one last time. His sperm burned its way deep into my bowels. He reached between my legs, and spread the lips of my pussy painfully wide. 

 I heard another Flash/whir, and screamed again at the thought of the image that must have been recorded: My naked prepubescent body arched back with a huge cock embedded deep in my ass, and my tiny hairless pussy held open to expose it's deepest recesses. 

 It surely must be the very image of a pedophile's wettest dream.

 Herman pushed me free of his cock. I staggered forward into the arms of Lurch and Igor. Turning me to face Herman, they forced me to my knees before him. 

 Renfrew handed him a stack of Polaroid pictures. Herman looked over them. 

 After the last had fully developed, he showed them to me one by one. 

 If the truth weren't known, they could easily been interpreted as me having teased and seduced them, rather than them raping me. I had no doubt that Herman's was not the only cock that would be shoved roughly into my tiny body before I was released.

 "Now Miss snooty rich bitch, just what do you think your father, the Honorable Lord Mayor of our fair city, would pay to keep us from scanning these and posting them as E-mail to all of his friends and the city council members?"

 "Oh Please! Don't let my father see those horrible pictures. I'll do anything you want. Let me suck your cock. Fuck me in the ass again. All of you fuck me in any hole you want. Fuck my ass and pussy at the same time! Please don't send those HORRIBLE pictures to my father." 

 The pictures genuinely distressed me. They were really HORRIBLE pictures.

 "Well. I don't know about that. I figure we could get a fair bit of money from your Dad to keep these to ourselves. Tell you what. You suck my cock, and we'll see if you're a good enough cock-sucker to compensate us for the money we'd be giving up."

 I timidly leaned forward and reached for his cock. I licked hesitantly at the drop of cum still clinging to the hole in the end. 

 "You expect me to give up money for that? Come on bitch suck it!"

 Gathering my courage, I sucked his cock into my mouth. I slowly took it deep into my throat and reached up to his hairy scrotum. My nose touched his pubic hair at the same time my long shiny fingernails curled under his balls.

 I bit down hard on his cock; I dug my 2-cm long nails into the tender flesh of his scrotum; and I squeezed hard on his balls. 

 He screamed in pain as I drew blood with both my teeth and nails. 

 I eased up slightly on his balls, and spit out his cock

 "You bitch! You rotten bitch! I'll kill ... AAAAggghh!!" 

 I squeezed a bit harder and dug my nails a little deeper into his flesh, as his Henchmen started forward. He screamed again. They stepped back again, so I eased up a bit.

 "The pictures? Or do I rip your balls off and stuff them up the nose of the stupid asshole trying to sneak up on me?" 

 I held out my hand. He laid the pictures in my hand. 

 "You really should pick your victims more carefully you stupid shits. You obviously know who I am, because you know my father's the Mayor. Did you think he had some other daughter that was State Karate Champion?" 

 I dug my long nails a bit deeper into the soft tissue between his legs. He whimpered piteously.

 "I came with you because I WANTED to. If I hadn't wanted a decent gang bang, you would have all been left lying in the street with broken kneecaps."

 They all looked at me stunned. They were even stupider than I thought. They didn't know that the Mayor's daughter was a Black Belt. I have to admit that my small size and looks are deceptive, but these hulks would have been child's play for me, even if they expected me to fight back.

 "As for these, tear them up! 

 I handed the pictures back to Herman. I squeezed his balls again to remind him who was in charge. I looked around at the other four naked men surrounding me. 

 They looked at me like I had fangs down to my nipples and was breathing fire at them. 

 I laughed aloud at their expressions. Just imagine. Five hundred Kilos or more between the five of them and they were all scared soft by a 44 kilo 'grade school kid'. Bullies are all alike. Big and brave when they're in control. -- Or think they are.

 "My father wouldn't give you a dime for those. You'd have to pay HIM to take them. First because he doesn't deal with blackmailers. He and my lover, the Police Chief, would hunt you down and feed you to the rats at the waterfront."

 I laughed aloud again at the looks the revelation of my involvement with the Police Chief produced. 

 "Second, Those are the worst pictures I've ever seen. What ever possessed you to let Renfrew within a hundred feet of a camera? He couldn't take a picture to the mailbox. My cat takes better pictures by accident than he does on purpose! 

 "Dad already has a copy of the eight thousand or so GOOD pictures of me that are already on the net. I'm the fucking star attraction on every incest, group sex, and Lolita site on the net. 

 "Hell, he took most of them! I'd be ashamed for any of my E-fans to see those abortions." 

 I think that actually shocked them more than the thought of raping the Police Chief's lover. 

 "Now, Throw that camera away Renfrew! Then get that monster cock of yours hard and in my cunt."

 I looked around again. 

 "Frankenstein, you're the next biggest. Grease that thing up good and fuck my ass. Lurch. Fuck my face. Igor, you fuck the first hole that comes open." 

 I snapped orders at them. As soon as the orders seeped through those thick skulls, four cocks sprang to attention. 

 "As for you mister 'I'm going to blackmail the Mayor's daughter'. I'm going to keep a grip on your balls, and if just ONE of these apes comes before I do, I'm going to rip them off and eat them."

 I was hard pressed not to let them know I came almost immediately as I lowered my hairless cunt over Renfrew's fat 30-cm monster. It was even harder to hide that I came again, when Frankenstein's 28-cm monster bottomed out in my tight ass. 

 I managed to hide the first ten orgasms, not counting those I screamed out when Herman raped my ass. 

Too bad Renfrew is such a bad photographer. That last orgasm from just thinking about the picture he took was a really good one. This session would be a really hot addition to my portfolio if there were anyone here who could take pictures. Renfrew probably had the camera because he took the best pictures tho'. There's not much chance any of the others would be better. I wish Daddy were here. He's a really good photographer.

 "Igor! Grease it up a little. I think I've found a hole for you to fuck! Herman, drag your ugly face down here and suck my tits. No don't kneel down stupid! How's Igor going to rape your ass if you're kneeling?"

 Pushing up on Herman's tender balls, I made sure Igor had a good shot at Herman's virgin butt. Herman bit down hard on my nipple as Igor's fat greasy cock ripped open his tightly clenched sphincter to slam deep into his bowels. 

 "OH Sweet Jesus! Come for me you fucking rapists! I'm CUMMMMMMING. Make me cum harder! Fill my little body with your nasty dicks, and fill me up 'til it comes out my ears! Fuck MEEEEEE!"

 Singing out my pleasure loud and clear for the eleventh orgasm, I was rewarded by three simultaneous streams of cum in my mouth, cunt and most especially pleasurable, deep in my ass. 

 Igor came in Herman's ass at about the same time. Herman cringed as I let Lurch's cock free to wrap my lips around his bloody cock. 

 Massaging Lurch's sperm into his wounds with my tongue soon had Herman hard and pumping eagerly into my hot mouth. 

 Renfrew was not only big. He recovered fast. His cock swelled back to full hardness, and he began to hammer into my cunt vigorously. Igor soon was hard enough to fill my ass. Two loads of sperm, and the grease left behind by Herman and Frankenstein made the fact he hadn't re-lubed his cock a moot point. I was more than ready for a third load of sperm in my ass.

I have a feeling this gangbang is going to be even better than the last City Council meeting. I should be able to get twenty or thirty loads of cum in me before these jerks go limp. Daddy's going to get fat from sucking all of it out to make room for his.



Schoolgirl Confessions



I have heard it said that you can never be too rich or too thin but whoever said that obviously didn't know Angela Tubinello. We all watched her waste away to nothing, her hair growing lifeless, her skin patchy as she convinced herself and her body that she didn't need food, her Daddy's money or anything or anyone here at St. Charlotte's. Her whole life she had been the good girl who always did the right thing and where did it get her? Six feet under at Park Lawn cemetery. Now I obviously was taking a different path here at Charlottes for the Harlots as we affectionately called our dear alma mater. I had been here 6 years now and was counting down the days until graduation. College stretched out ahead of me. I was bright, the class valedictorian, the smartest girl in school with the worse reputation! Oh I was a good girl all right, very good at being extremely naughty that is.

It was a bright, autumn day. The sky was blue and dotted with white puffy clouds as I rushed across campus to make it to my AP English class. The leaves had been painted with scarlets, yellows and gold. We had a test today and although I might take my reputation lightly, or entertain a lax moral standard, my study habits were impeccable and my school work untarnished. Mr. Dominic Garity was just pulling the door shut as I slipped through, throwing him an impish smile, "You are late, he whispered with a scowl. 

"Oh just a moment or two", I responded lightly as I slid into my desk, "Test today, right?" I had been busy during the lunch break and I couldn't help grinning as I remembered.

"Right," he replied, pulling the door shut. His scowl deepened as he took in my appearance, hair mussed, knees grass stained, and I laughed quietly to myself when I realized my blouse was buttoned wrong. 

I returned his gaze and winked mischievously at him, causing him to blush and glance about to see if anyone else had noticed. He quickly passed out the tests and I demurely started on mine. Mr. Garity walked about the room quietly at first, ready to answer any questions. Once all the girls had started on their tests he made his way up to the front of room where he busied himself at his desk. Occasionally I would feel his dark brown eyes on me. After finishing the test I brought it forward and handed it to him. As our hands touched I felt the warmth of his tanned skin and I couldn't help wondering if that tan was all over. He was an attractive man, in his mid 20's, but he seemed quiet, and thoughtful. All the girls had a crush on him at some time. It was rumored that he had been a priest but he seemed young for that. 

As I turned in my test he mentioned an award or competition or something he wanted me to enter. The prize was a summer internship and a cash award. Since my parents divorce I had been searching for something to do next summer. Anything would be better than going home, watching my mother drink and listening to my father's excuses. This seemed like the perfect opportunity

It was later that day, only about five but already getting dark when I remembered the application Mr. Garity had mentioned. It was Friday and most of the staff had already left but as I walked past the parking lot I saw his car still parked in the lot.

I slipped quietly up the stairs and down the now deserted hallway. It was strange to be here at night without the hallway filled with chattering girls, laughing and moving from class to class. The hall loomed shadow-filled ahead of me, lit only by the red glare of the exit signs and a small puddle of light that poured out of the open door of the English department offices. You could hear the sounds of the clock hands moving and the rattle of old pipes under the drinking fountain. Somewhere downstairs a door slammed shut and a voice could be heard telling someone goodnight.

I stood for a moment at the door to Mr. Garity's small office. His dark head was bent over a thick stack of papers before him and as I watched he absent-mindedly removed his glasses and rubbed his dark brown eyes. Did I hear a sigh or only imagine one? He stretched, lifting his arms above his head and leaning back in the chair. I took the opportunity to knock lightly and step into the room.

"Miss Gallagher?", he said, surprised, glancing to the functional clock on the wall.

"Yes I was going by and remembered the application you mentioned." I smiled taking a seat. He lowered his arms and ran his hands through his hair glancing over his desk looking for the application.

"Oh, of course," he replied handing it to me, his voice becoming more excited. "When I saw this I immediately thought of you. You are more than qualified and have a real gift. I have no doubt you would do well in this competition." He then leaned forward earnestly, "Miss Gallagher, Colleen?" he paused searching for the right words. "May I be frank with you? I have been your teacher now for over a year and I want you to know I have never met a person your age with such a gift for writing and expressing yourself. You are bright, intelligent, but I worry about some of the choices you have been making lately."

"Choices?", I asked crossing my legs, my short plaid uniform skirt slipped higher. I let my hands slip down over the plaid fabric of my skirt, tugging at the hem, exposing the soft tanned skin of my thighs.

He shifted in his chair trying to tear his eyes away from my legs. His face reddened slightly but he went on, determinedly. "Yes, choices", he continued. "For example, this afternoon, your tardiness and appearance."

"My appearance? I wear the same old blue plaid skirt, white blouse and blue sweater that all the girls here do." I answered, looking innocent. I pouted slightly, my full lower lip jutting out. My tongue flicked out wetting them.

His eyes followed the wet pink tip of my tongue. He closed his eyes, looking for strength. "I'm not sure what you were doing before class but I do know what it seems like when you come rushing in, your hair mussed, your knees grass-stained. Colleen, even your blouse was buttoned wrong!"

"Was it?" I asked, standing up I took a seat on the edge of his desk swinging my long leg. I picked up a photo frame on the edge of his desk and glanced at it, then back to him. He looked uneasy, his eyes staring at my leg. "Are those our tests?" 

He shifted in his chair, obviously uncomfortable and nodded, "Yes", he shuffled the papers, "Yes these are your classes test papers. Of course you did well", he rambled on nervously. He looked terrified and I felt a surge of power deep inside of myself.

Sensing his uneasiness I leaned closer. "What are you doing Colleen, he whispered? His eyes were fixed on the button of my blouse, as he stared I slowly reached up unbuttoning a button. I could see his response as he swallowed hard, sitting back in his chair, trying to put distance between himself and the temptation I presented.

"Were you really going to become a priest," I asked?

"Yes, I studied for six years."

"Perhaps I should make a confession", I smiled.

"No Colleen, I cannot take your confession. I left too soon."

"I know, but wouldn't you love to hear what some people's sins are? Hmmmm? I wonder what you do that is naughty", I said with a smile. I stood up and walked to the narrow window in the rear of his small office. Dusk had fallen and the world outside this small office seemed very far away. Turning back to Mr. Garity, I leaned over his shoulder whispering in his ear, "I know what I do."

Sweat dotted his brow and his hands shook as he grasped the arms of his chair, "We all have sins, we all have to control."

I moved to the side of his chair, "But is control any fun, Mr. Garity", I asked with a grin? My blouse gapped open as I unbuttoned another button, as he was looked up, unable to tear his eyes away from the sheer silk of my lacy bra now visible.

"Life is not always fun Miss,....ummm...Colleen."

"I spun his chair around and leaned over him, looking down, "Mine is!" 

My hair tumbled down over my shoulder, teasing him. He could smell the youth in my hair and skin, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled my scent. I leaned over him, smiling down, I asked. "Do you know what I was doing this afternoon before your class? 


He shook his head.

"Do you want to know," I asked.

He nodded no, then yes, then said, "If it will help you....to be on time I mean," he stammered, opening his eyes. "What are you doing", he begged.

I knelt down before him, my hands on his knees, shoving his legs apart. "This afternoon I was on my knees just like this," I whispered. "Do you know why?"

His cock was raging. I glanced down and could see the evidence of his arousal pressing up against the wool of his trousers. "No", he uttered in a small tight voice. I moved closer and he put out his hands as if to stop me, "You really should go," he whispered.

My green eyes were hooded, filled with passion as I confessed in a throaty whisper, "I was sucking a big hard cock!" My pink tongue flicked out wetting my lips.

He looked lost, stranded. His hand reached out as if to push me away but his fingers brushed the side of my face and slid along the column of my throat. "We should go..." he made one final attempt to stop me.

"Do you really want me to stop confessing? Hmmm? Don't they say confession is good for the soul?"

He was weakening but shook his head no.

"You are concerned about my soul, aren't you Mr. Garity?" My hands slid out over his knees and up his inner thighs

He looked up as if God had left him stranded and I continued, "I had met Tom Jenkins, you know him don't you? He plays QB for the University."

"Yes I know Tommy."

At first we kissed, his lips on mine, his hands sliding all over me"

Mr. Garity stared at me, lost in my eyes, imagining the sweet taste of eighteen. As he stared I unbuttoned my blouse further, "Then his lips slid lower, see? I spread the white uniform blouse open, showing him the bite marks on my fair skin. His hand reach out slipping through my hair, down over my shoulders. His finger traced the curve of my breast lightly teasing the hard nipple visible through my sheer bra.

My hands slipped down, and I moved closer, my head lowering to press against his hardness. I rubbed my face back and forth and I could feel his hands tighten in my hair, feel his hard erect cock pulse beneath me. I lifted my head just enough to see so that I could unbutton his trousers, slowly unzipping them. I tugged down and he lifted his hips, his cock springing free, jutting out. I moaned softly and licked my lips, my head lowering to taste him, to suck his cock into my warm wet mouth

Fluorescent lights snapped to life suddenly bathing the dark shadows of the outer office of the English Department in glaring light. Whistling could be heard and the uneven clatter of the janitor's wheeled cart. Dominic stiffened his hands on my shoulders tightening. "Ole", he whispered panic coursing through him. He shoved me down in the corner of his desk, hurriedly trying to straighten his shirt. Scooting closer to his desk he hid his hard jutting manhood and open pants behind the desk. I scrunched down, no more eager than Mr. Garity to be caught in such a compromising position.

"Working late again Dominic," Ole asked?

"As a matter of fact I am Ole." Holding up some of the tests he continued, "Have to get these tests graded for first semester grades." He sighed as if he was continuing to work.

Ole spoke up, "You know Dominic you need to relax more, get out, have a little fun. You work too hard!"

I smiled at his words, mischief coursing through me. I carefully reached out teasing the tip of his softening cock with my fingertip. It was damp and I smeared his pre-cum about. His cock jumped in response and I covered my smile as I glanced up noting Dominic's attempt to keep a straight face.

Yeah I suppose he agreed.

Ole continued, "I mean it Dominic, you work way too hard. I mean I suppose my work isn't as demanding as yours. Bout the worse thing I have to deal with is some girl flushing the wrong thing down the toilet or peeling gum off the bottoms of desks but even I need a break sometimes. Like this Sunday, I'm going to the game." He nodded, warming up, "Yep, my brother's a pain in the ass if your know what I mean, but he's got Packer tickets so I can be nice to him for a few hours" He laughed heartily, "After all it is the Packers, and I'd do most anything for them,!"

I wrapped my warm hand around Dominic's hard shaft, my hand stroking slowly, up, down, up down. 

"Yeah," Dominic jumped, gasping at my touch, "Oh yeah, gotta love the Packers."

I let my fingers slip down, cupping his soft velvety balls, rolling them about in my hand. I could see Dominic's jaw harden as he tried desperately to behave normally.

Ole moved about the outer office, emptying some trashcans, wiping some shelves and with a last admonishment to not take life so seriously he flipped off the lights and exited the office.

Dominic waited just an instant before jumping up and shutting the door, locking it behind him. He came around the desk, his face scowling, "What were you doing?" 

I grinned up at him, "Having some fun, didn't Ole tell us to do that?"

He reached down pulling me to my feet, "You have to go."

I pulled away backing up and sitting on the edge of his desk. He came towards me, "Colleen, you have to leave, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this."

I sat back on the desk, my hands slipping down to lift my skirt. "Are you sure this isn't right?" I whispered. If so, why am I sooo wet, so aroused? As my skirt lifted my fingertips slipped into my white panties slipping them down over my thighs. My fingers slipped along my wet slit, teasing the hot little nub. I groaned, "Ohhh don't you want to touch me here? Feel how wet I am, feel how horny you are making me." My fingers stroked in and out, in and out.

He stepped closer his hands on my shoulders, "God forgive me" he whispered before pushing me onto my back on the desk, lifting my legs. He turned his head, his lips slipping along the inside of my knee, his teeth nibbling. He tore the white panties away and positioned his hard cock at the entrance of my tight little pussy. He bit his lip, looking for something, anything and only finding my long legs wrapping around him, locking him to me. 

He glanced down and I saw his hesitation, the battle between what he wanted to do and what he had always been told was right. I took the decision away from him, arching up, my feet locking behind him and pulling him closer. I reached up with my hands, undoing the front opening clasp of my sheer bra, letting my young full breasts spill free. My hands cupped them, offering them to him. Dominic leaned down, his mouth closing over them my pert breasts so sweet and young. He licked my nipples and I moaned softly, reacting to his touch, my hands slipping through his hair. I gasped as he took my hard aching nipple between his teeth nibbling softly. The tip of his hard cock pressed against my heated pussy, teasing the hood. Our eyes met, "Fuck me," I begged, and he did. His cock slipping into my tight, warm wetness with ease. 

He moaned as his cock slid deep into me and he leaned over kissing me, savoring this moment when our bodies lay so intimately joined. His hips moved slowly back and forth, in and out of my tight young cunt. My mouth opened under his, our tongues entwining and at that moment I could feel everything. The hardness of the desk beneath me, the wood inside of me, the feel of his lips on mine, his chest pressing against my aching aroused nipples.

Our lips broke apart and I gasped for air, my breathing rapid and excited. My head fell back, and I moaned his name as his cock slammed into me over and over, faster and faster. His hands were spread to give him balance and his hips thrust harder, faster. I cried out as I felt my own orgasm sweeping over me and he reached down covering my mouth with his hand, trying to quiet my passion. My pussy convulsed around him, my body trembling, shaking. He stared down at me watching as I came beneath him, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, the slick juice of my tight pussy washing over him and then with a deep thrust he filled me. His hard cock pumping into me. His cum filling me. He thrust against me, one, two, three times, groaning softly then fell over me. His breathing ragged, his heart racing. I heard him whisper softly, "Oh my God, forgive me." 

I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled against him. He accepted my caress for a moment then stood suddenly turning to cover himself and zip his pants. When he turned back he was more composed and I sat up my hand slipping down to feel his hot cum slowly oozing out of my well fucked pussy. He looked away, biting his lip. "We shouldn't have done this," he whispered. "I shouldn't have done this. Please you have to leave"

I stood up moving closer. I could feel the wetness on my thighs and I leaned against him and he flinched at my touch. "It wasn't your fault," I consoled him. "I had decided I wanted you months ago and I always get what I want."

"But I should have been able to resist," he answered.

"Because I am younger? I am 18, plenty old enough to make my own decisions," I insisted. " And I had decided I wanted you!"

"No, not your age," he said quietly, "Although I should have considered that. I am your teacher, I should have known better. I think you should report this. I will resign."

"NO," I exclaimed. Grasping his shoulder I spun him around to face me. "Don't do anything that stupid. You are a wonderful teacher and reporting this will not help either of us." I quickly closed my bra and buttoned up my blouse. "I know you won't let this happen again, no matter how much I would love it, so I will not press you on it." I stepped closer and kissed him, whispering against his lips, "But you better be free the day of graduation next spring because I am going to do things to you that you can hardly imagine!"

I stepped away and snatching up the application I left the room. He stared after me, then down, noticing my panties left laying on the floor. He reached down picking them up, bringing them to his nose. He sniffed the sweet musky scent of me and stepped to his desk. Opening the calendar on his desk he stared at the month of June and circled June 1...graduation. A slow smile spread over his face.



Schoolgirl Crush



I was about 19 or 20 and was living in a flat in South London with a couple of mates. We had money enough to enjoy ourselves in the local night spots and frequented the local pubs on a regular basis.

Finding girls wasn't generally a problem and at least a couple of nights a week there would be rampant sounds of fucking coming from one bedroom or another. Whoever was unlucky on those particular nights would lie in bed masturbating furiously listening to the sounds of passion until we ended up creaming the sheets.

This story concerns one of my lucky nights. We'd all been down to the local boozer enjoying ourselves chatting up the local girls. I'd got chatting to a girl we hadn't seen before. She looked quite young with long straight light brown hair down to the middle of her back. This was an immediate turn on for me. She was wearing a thin blouse through which you could see glimpses of bra with lacy edges covering smallish mounds. She had a short, tight skirt which showed off ample amounts of creamy white thigh and from the back a nice round, firm arse.

As the evening wore on we were getting on fine. We'd been through the first touches phase and had progressed to a bit of trial hugging and squeezing. The bulge in the front of my trousers was beginning to get a bit obvious and to save my embarrassment in front of the crowd I pulled her closer to hide it.

Well there was no way she wouldn't have felt it as it rubbed up against her tummy. She pulled back for a brief moment and looked down as if wondering what it was. She grinned broadly and pulled me back close to her again.

"I guess you like my company, then." She said coolly. With that she placed her drink on the bar and moved her hand down across my stomach and slipped it between our bodies. I felt her fingers slide over the tip of my erect cock and slowly feel her way down to its base. It was all I could do to stop myself shooting my lot into my St Michael's and cover a look of shock on my face.

"Fancy coming back to mine?" I managed to gasp.

"No," she said "back to mine. My parents are out 'til late but I have to be there when they come back. You'll have to go later".

No second invitation was needed and we headed for the door, me bending forward slightly to attempt to hide my rock hard cock in the folds of my trousers.

Her place was no far but I pulled her up a short way from the pub and turned her around towards me. I pulled her close and bent down to kiss her. I felt her tongue push between my lips and I sucked it up into my mouth feverishly. At the same time our hands explored each other. I ran my hands over her back, through her luscious hair and down over her firm bum. Her hands were running all over my backside kick my prick back into life. I ground against her bending my knees slightly so that the length of my cock rubbed against her mound. She pushed back against it breathing deeply through her nose. "Oh god." She cried breaking away from our kiss. "Let's get back quick." I couldn't agree more.

We practically fell through her front door and onto the hallway floor. I kicked the door close behind me. Kissing and tonguing each other again I moved my hand up and started caressing her right breast through the material of her blouse and bra. At the same time I started unbuttoning her blouse with the other hand, supporting myself on my elbows. I pulled aside the material and started again on her tits.

They were small, as I'd thought, but felt very firm and her nipple was poking up through her bra like a small pebble. I pulled aside the top of her bra revealing her stiff, red button and immediately started to suck on it teasing it with the tip of my tongue. She arched back forcing more of that firm tit into my mouth.

She had already pulled my shirt out of my trousers and was now working on my belt. Soon she had my trousers down a little was and was reaching in to get at my cock. Suddenly I felt her small cool hand locate its target and wrap around my knob sliding up and down on the shaft.

I rolled onto my side to give her better access but more importantly so that I could slide my hand down her body to those lovely milky thighs. She spread her legs wider as I worked my hand up her inner thigh and up under her short skirt. As I moved up her skirt came with my hand until I had a good view of her small red panties. I gently started to run my finger up and down her slit through the material causing her to thrust her hips up to meet my strokes and moan loudly.

Her hand was working overtime on my cock now and she raised her body up pushing me down with her spare hand. She had a wicked grin on her face as she bent over moving her head towards my manhood. There was a large drop of precum at the head which she proceeded to smear over the helmet with her finger. Then she lowered her head and ran her tongue around my helmet lapping up the sticking liquid. She got onto her knees and took the head of my throbbing cock into her mouth. I groaned as she started moving her mouth up and down the shaft working her tongue over it as she did so.

I said "If you keep doing that you're going to get a mouthful of my cum." To which she just looked at me and continued to gobble my prick.

She moved around so that she was facing down my body so I took the hint. I pushed my hand up her skirt again from behind and rubbed my hands over her firm bum cheeks. Then I slid my finger down the crack of her arse until my finger was once again tracing along the lines of her slit. Her panties were soaking with her love juices now and the more I pressed them into her hot slit the more they oozed. I reached up and pulled them down over her cheeks revealing her hot, wet cunt. She had a few wisps of hair down there but otherwise everything was on show: It was beautiful.

By now her mouth had almost done for me and I couldn't take much more. I slipped my finger into her hot hole and started fucking her with it accompanied by some muffled moans of approval. I felt my balls begin to tighten and my whole body stiffen. I shouted out a warning and started to pump my hot cum down her willing throat. It felt like the whole of me was leaving via my cum hole as I shot more and more into her.

Eventually I started to slow down and start to soften in her mouth. She raised her head and smiled at me. There was a few dribbles of my cum at the corners of her mouth but other than that she'd swallowed the lot. No other girl had done this for me before and I was ecstatic. "Don't stop." Was all she could manage as I continued to finger fuck her tight wet cunt. I kept pumping my finger in and out of her quickening my pace as I listened to her fast panting. She pushed back against me and let out a low cry and I felt her pussy tighten around my finger followed by a stream of her juices running down my hand.

We both fell limp on the floor and starting laughing. She broke the ice first "That was fantastic. I've never sucked a boy off before. It tasted fine. It certainly won't be the last either. I'm Sheryl, by the way."

It hadn't occurred to me that we hadn't exchanged names. "Dave," I said. "and you're right, it was pretty fantastic from where I was too. And it was my first time too."

"Do you think you'll get it up again soon?" She almost whimpered. "I would really like you to fuck me." She started slowly rubbing her fingers up and down on her pussy then slid one finger inside. She pulled the finger out and brought it to her lips sucking long and slow tasting her own juices. "Mmmm, would you like some?"

I couldn't believe this young girl was so brazen. I watched her repeat the process and hold her finger out for me to taste. As soon as it touched my lips I felt that old familiar stirring down below. She noticed too and ran her hand up and down the shaft speeding up the process.

"Let's go upstairs. I think we'll be more comfortable up there." She said.

She led me to her bedroom and we quickly stripped off the remainder of our clothes each of us watching the other intently. She was quite petite, her small breasts standing firm against her slim body, her nipples still very erect. My eyes ran down across her flat tummy to the wispy hairs of her pussy. My cock was fully erect again but I knew I wanted to taste her again, this time from the source.

I pushed her back on the bed quite forcibly making her let out a little false cry of surprise. I started sucking on those rock hard nipples taking each in turn into my mouth and sucking them in until my mouth was full of tit and nipple. She had hold of my prick again but I didn't want to come too soon this time and worked my way down her body letting my cock slip out of her hand.

I traced my tongue across her belly, around her navel before descending on the honey pot. I slipped my hands under the top of her thighs pulling them up and spreading them wide apart, my eyes feasting on her open, pink folds of her vagina. My tongue slid from her sweet puckered anus up over her hole ending up flicking across her stiff clit. She let out a long moan and cried "Oh, yes, please. Please use your tongue on me. Make me come. I want to feel your tongue all over my pussy and in my hole."

A young chap doesn't need much encouragement and I set to work rolling my tongue into every part of her sex. Her body twisted and bucked as I pushed my tongue into her hole as deep as I could, sliding it out and running it over her clit time and time again. Her juices were flowing out of her in copious quantities washing over my lips and chin and running down the crack of her arse. I moved my hand up and used my fingers to open her cunt so that I could get my tongue deeper up her. Then I went back to work on her clit sucking it into my mouth.

She started to buck violently now, moans and cries of pleasure coming from her mouth. I used my spare arm across her belly to hold her still while I administered her pleasure. As I sucked harder on her stiff little clit I moved my finger down and started gently probing her little anal ring. "Oh, yes. Do that .. oh god I'm commmmmmming"

With that her whole body convulsed, her hands clamped my head down onto her clit thrusting her body up at the same time. With the amount of her love juice around my finger slipped easily even deeper into her anus.

As she began to calm down I pulled my finger free and pulled my head out from between her legs. She pulled me up her body and started kissing and licking her own juices from my face and lips before sinking her tongue deep into my mouth. "I don't think I've ever come quite that strongly before." She said.

"It's not over yet." I teased and moved my body between her soft milky thighs. The tip of my stiff cock touched her pussy and she let out a cry of pleasure.

"Fuck me, Dave. I want your prick deep up inside my pussy."

I reached down and rubbed my dick up and down her wet slit, teasing her clit before positioning it at the entrance to her hot hole. I then fed it into her inch by inch stretching her cunt muscles and making her moan loudly. God, she was tight.

I started to rhythmically shaft her, feeling her hips rise and push against each of my strokes. Her moaning was getting more intense with each thrust of my rod in that tight wet hole. I arched back, sliding my hands under her firm buttocks running my cock even deeper into her and pumping faster and faster. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me. I'm going to cum, oh please, yes, yes ... aahhh, god I cummming.

Her whole body tensed, forcing her hips up and grinding against my straining cock. I couldn't hold back any longer and shot a second load of hot cum deep inside her. Spurt after spurt jetted into her wet hole as I thrust myself at her heaving body. Her cunt muscles tightened and gripped my cock like a vice. "Oh god, Sheryl, what a great fuck." I breathed.

"God, yes." She moaned. "I felt every spurt of cum. You made me orgasm really strong."

My cock slipped from her soaking hole dibbling a trail of our mixed juices across her thighs. She idly slipped her hand down between her legs and rubbed her well fucked cunt. I watched as my white sticky load, mixed with her sweet juices, seeped out of her and over her fingers. I then watched with amazement as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and nosily licked every drop of liquid from them. She almost purred with satisfaction as she finished off my issue.

She then glance over at the clock and bolted upright. "Shit, Dave. You've got to go. My Mum and Dad will be back any minute."

I quickly got dressed and she ushered me quickly out of the back door. She gave me a long toungey kiss and I could still taste our juices from her. I went home grinning like to cat who had the cream, although I guess it was her that got the cream.

I saw her the next day and got the shock of my life. She was with her mates heading off to the local school in her uniform. My guilt of fucking a young school girl didn't last that long and within the week I was fucking her.



Schoolgirl Debbie



Debbie was so excited that she couldn't stop smiling and giggling all the time. After so many years she was ready to go to school once more. She was hoping that she would be able to complete her studies and ultimately finish high school. What if she was 26 years old? It wasn't her fault that she failed to graduate. She had to abandon school because of an unfortunate incident which occurred when she was 17.

Her father owned a jewelry shop and at that time, he had borrowed a huge amount of money from the local bank in order to renovate it. The strain of the work and the fact that he had to pay every month a rather big interest to the bank, resulted in his having health problems. Poor Debbie had to put everything aside and set to work hard. She would work day and night, conscientiously, without showing the slightest sign of weariness or disrespect. Her father was so grateful and proud of her that he never stopped thanking God for sending him a daughter instead of a son.

Through God's love and excessively hard work Debbie not only managed to overcome all difficulties but she also succeeded in repaying all debts in time. Her family enterprise even experienced a boom in sales; a welcomed coincidence that freed her from any other occupation and allowed to entirely focus on the management. With her father's health fully recovered and having solved all financial problems, she was ready-at last!-to fulfill her dreams.

What exactly were her dreams? Well, first she had to finish high school and then-who knows?-she could study to become an actress. She knew very well that she could become whatever she would dream of, because, besides from being very stubborn she was very clever too, let alone the great potential hidden inside her.

Debbie-wearing only her white cotton bra and knickers-caught her cascading shoulder-length dark hair in a ponytail and then applied light-blue mascara on her eyes. The combination of, the green of her emerald eyes, the light blue of her eyelashes and the black silver of her silky hair, had been proved unbeatable long time ago. She dabbed rouge on her cheeks, powdered her nose and then applied a pale pink lip-gloss on her succulent sensuous lips. Generally, she would rather wear a light make up than a heavy one because she wanted to look as young as possible.

After finishing her make up she wore a white shirt and a red-green plaid mini skirt. Then, she put on knee-high white socks, black leather flat shoes and a black tie which borrowed from her father. She looked at her image into the whole-body mirror and got pleased with what she saw. Her joy and delight was so great that she quickly got aroused and decided to remove her pants and put them in her mini black leather bag. She took her books and off she went.

When she got out of her home immediately felt a sudden blow of morning breeze sneaking under her skirt. The gentle breeze circulated between her smooth thighs, along her sensitive crotch and then up and between her firm buttocks. She giggled when she noticed the tickling on her velvet pussylips and tight anal crack, as the air teased her neglected openings with care and devotion. It felt as if an unsubstantial feather had brushed gently, her crotch and ass, guided by a hand which knew exactly how to take care of her ulterior needs.

She sighed, straightened her skirt and walked away rocking her hips in a marvelous way, which left breathless many passers-by who watched the scene. Heading towards the nearest metro station she couldn't stop thinking of her first day in school and the decision she made about removing her pants. She immediately blushed when she felt that she was acting like a slut.

Who could blame her for feeling that way? Who hasn't ever responded to Mother Nature's imperative carnal calls? Debbie of course had never been a whore and wasn't. She would never do it for money; she merely wanted to explore the limits of her sexuality. We all live in a world of inequality, poverty, untold misery and unfathomed pain. The only thing that we can rely on, in order to find our poor share of happiness, is our sexuality. Is it so bad that Debbie wanted to arouse herself by having those thoughts? She had been working like a dog for so many years without uttering the slightest complaint. It was about time she turned her attention to the needs of her body. So please be kind and don't apply your rigid principles on her too lightly. She was just an adventurous girl. Aren't we all like her?

Debbie stood out among the colorless crowd like an ethereal vision brought from another dimension, with the height of 5'5", 34 C cup size, slim "snake-body", and unsurpassed grace. She looked no more than 16 years old-dressed in her school outfit-and of course no one could possibly imagine that she was walking on the streets totally panty-less.

Finally she got to the metro station and entered the train. The wagon was too overcrowded and the only place she could stand was in front of a window near the doors. She was holding her books, with hands crossed in front of her breasts, and looking out of the window. Suddenly she felt a body pressing against her's. She didn't pay any attention and continued staring out of the window. The stranger became bolder and stuck her body totally on her rear curves; she could tell that she was a "she" because she was feeling a pair of big and firm tits poking her back.

She couldn't see who was behind her because she was cornered by the window and there wasn't enough room to turn her head. The thought of what could possible happen if the stranger was a man made her smile. Her smile didn't last long, as after a while she felt an impatient, exploring hand on her right thigh. The hand traced the length of her thigh gently and slowly, lingering enough to thrill and stimulate every inch of her delicate baby skin. 

Debbie blushed and stood still, awaiting further developments, as she couldn't resist the temptation of having her sensitive areas probed by a complete stranger. She moaned a little and pushed back her firm buttocks against the stranger's pelvis as a sign of her total approval. The vibrations from the train's movement and the slow, but persisting, rotating and pressing of the stranger's pelvis on her bum, gave her the sensual and forbidden feeling of making love right in front of public.

The stranger wasn't new in that kind of action because immediately grabbed Debbie's crotch with her hand and rubbed her nose and lips on her right ear. The fact that she was able to feel Debbie's nakedness and wetness, without having her pants getting in the way, drove her completely crazy. She started breathing in and out next to Debbie's red ear, while her hand was dancing along Debbie's silky slit very skillfully, although a little bit harder than usual. Debbie closed her eyes and bit her lower lip hard in a desperate attempt to completely stifle the moans of her passion.

Her body was trembling and shaking and she could feel her juices running, through her soaking wet opening, along the stranger's fingers, between her sweaty thighs and all the way down to her calves. She even tried to look down to see if she had left any creamy stains on the floor, but in vain.

The stranger with a low hoarse voice whispered: "Get off the train in the next station and head towards the ladies room. I'll be right behind you. Chose a cabinet and wait for me there."

Debbie nodded weakly as after that, the stranger, wanting to lay emphasis on her words, started to rub and press Debbie's swollen clit using the tips of two united fingers in a circular motion, bringing her to the brink of a most powerful orgasm.

Suddenly the train stopped and Debbie, reluctantly, had to leave the train. Without hesitation she followed the signs and headed towards the nearest ladies room. She opened the door and searched for an unoccupied cabinet. Luckily, there was one at the end of the room. So, she went there, entered the cabinet and left the door half-opened.

After a minute or so, a 40 years old, 5'6'' tall, blonde lady came in and shut the door behind her. She had nice big blue eyes, a delicate thin nose, fleshy juicy lips and her face was oval. Her body was curvaceous with big breasts and wide hips but wasn't looking fat. She wore a grey business-suit, white stockings and black high heels.

Without saying a word the stranger lifted her knee-high skirt up and revealed her beautiful shapely legs. Debbie put her books near the toilet seat and squatted before her. She dragged down the stranger's white satin thong and brought her head closer.

First she smelled the peppery musky aroma of the lady's hairy pussy and then brushed her hand along the soaking wet slit. With her fingers parted the pale red petals and rubbed her nose on the oily jelly folds. The lady murmured something incomprehensible and pulled Debbie's head closer to her crotch. Debbie caught the lady's right pussy-lip with her lips and started sucking it gently while looking upwards. Then she dragged it away and let go with a puffy sound.

The lady moaned and grinded her pussy on Debbie's nose and chin while her hands were keeping Debbie's head still. Debbie lapped at lady's fat pussy-lips once and then quickly started licking and nibbling her way along the stimulated folds.

Her whole face was drenched in lady's juices but she never quit slurping and swallowing everything she could. The lady then turned around, bent over and put her hands on the door. Debbie immediately understood what the lady wanted and used her hands to part wide lady's ass-cheeks. She found a rather loose asshole which must have been used relentlessly uncountable times. Alas, she couldn't do otherwise; she just had not only to lick but also suck it as well.

Debbie reluctantly used the tip of her tongue to tease and lick her way around lady's puckered anal crack. She traced the outline of the dark hole and then, hesitatingly, dipped her tongue inside. It wasn't that bad as she had thought at first and decided to give it a try and swallow lady's anal fluids. The taste was salty, fairly spicy, and a little bit smoky. There was also a strong smell of urine resembling ammonia. An undeniable evidence indicating that pussy fluids had broken through and found their way from one canal to the other, spicing things up, pretty much to Debbie's delight.

Putting aside her earlier inhibitions, Debbie shoved half of her tongue inside lady's anus and started moving it in and out, using it lick a small dick. The lady was letting out brisk moans of untold pleasure while rocking and pushing her hips back at Debbie's tongue.

Debbie planted three fingers inside lady's burning pussy and started finger-fucking her juicy hole with vengeance. With a fainted voice the lady was begging for more and more and Debbie complied by planting the thumb of the same hand, deep inside lady's asshole. The lady groaned and squirmed violently as the speed and the intensity of her orgasm hit her on the spot, finding her totally unprepared. 

During the time the lady spent in order to regain her breath and composure, Debbie, like a good girl, had dried clean lady's inner thighs, pussy and asshole using her versatile little red tongue. The lady tided herself up, turned around and made Debbie lean against the left wall. She lifted Debbie's skirt up and started giving burning kisses and hungry bites on Debbie's defenseless bubble ass, leaving hickeys and marks of her lip-gloss everywhere. 

All of sudden something happened, causing great concern to both women. Loud voices, speaking an unknown language, were heard out of their cabinet. The lady panicked and immediately fled the cabinet, leaving poor Debbie alone, with hands on the wall, skirt upturned, ass exposed and totally unsatisfied. As it turned out later, a group of Japanese female tourists had entered the ladies room, looking for relief.

Debbie sadly thought that she was so unlucky that it just couldn't get any worse. Discontented and devastated, she tidied herself up, took her books and left the cabinet. She took the road leading to her school...

FEW HOURS LATER...

PLACE: St. Anthony's Catholic girls' high school-Headmistress's office. Mrs. Henderson: Headmistress, 49 years old, 5' 8'' height, 32 A cup size, 125 pounds, black dyed hair caught in a ponytail, green eyes, myopic goggles, skinny, hairy pussy with lots of grey hair. Sarah: Teacher, 32 years old, 5'6" height, 36 C cup size, 156 pounds, shoulder-length straight red hair, light blue eyes, curvaceous, trimmed red pussy-fur in "Y" shape.

Mrs. Henderson: "Tell me exactly what happened during the last hour in your classroom Sarah."

Sarah: "I entered the class as usually and sat on the master's desk. In the first row of school-desks I noticed a new student sitting. She looked older than the others but then I recalled that a 26 years old girl had enrolled in the morning classes the day before. I began my lesson of history by asking who could tell us anything about the French Revolution. Debbie-that was her name-raised her hand immediately and I asked her to stand up and come closer. I told her to write on the blackboard any names and dates she could think of, regarding the topic. She started writing, but after a while, the piece of chalk cracked into her hand and pieces fell on the floor. She bent in order to pick them up and I saw what I saw."

Mrs. Henderson: "What did you see?"

Sarah: "She wasn't wearing any pants. I clearly saw her ass and pussy and what is more? I saw also some kind of marks on her asscheeks but wasn't sure what they were."

Mrs. Henderson: "What did she do then? Did anyone else notice her nakedness?"

Sarah: "She proceeded in writing and pretending that nothing was going on. I was the only who saw the complete scene."

Mrs. Henderson: "Hmmm very strange. We are having a very strong discipline issue at our hands. Did you tell her to visit my office after she finished her classes?"

Sarah: "I certainly agree with you Mrs. Henderson. Yes of course. I'm expecting her arrival shortly... Am I hearing someone knocking on the door? ...Come in!"

Debbie opened the door and entered the office. She stopped 6 feet before the two women and looked down, waiting for someone to address her.

Mrs. Henderson: "Do you know the reason why you are here?"

Debbie: "Oh, no Madam."

Mrs. Henderson: "Do you usually leave your home without wearing your pants? Is it normal for you to show off your bum to anyone? And why you are having marks on your butt? What is the meaning of this?"

Debbie: "I'm so sorry Madam. It was...it was an accident..."

Mrs. Henderson: "An accident? Are you kidding me little girl? Do you want me to expel you from all schools?"

Debbie: "Oh...No...Madam...Please...you can do anything you want to me...but please...do not expel me...I beg of you kind Mistress..."

Mrs. Henderson: "Shut up little girl. I want to see, with my own eyes, what Sarah described me earlier. Lift up your skirt and start turning around very slowly."

Debbie's face had never been so red but she had no choice. She lifted her skirt up, revealing, first her exquisitely carved firm thighs, then her hairless pink flower and finally her amazing pear-shaped hips. Pivoting on her heels, she was very careful in doing it really slowly and keeping her skirt all the way up. After completing a 180 degrees angle, she stopped and waited for further orders.

Sarah: "Do you see now, Mrs. Henderson, what I was talking about earlier?"

Mrs. Henderson: "I'm not sure. I can hardly make out these marks. Debbie! Bend over completely and part wide your ass with your hands."

Debbie bent over completely and obediently used her hands to part wide her bubble asscheeks.

Mrs. Henderson: "Ha! I clearly see now what these marks are. I see hickeys, bites and traces of red lip-gloss. Her ass has been extremely used by some hungry female. Our little girl is lesbian! She likes sucking pussies instead cocks. I'm very curious to find out whether she is an expert "carpet-muncher" or not. Sarah, lock up the door and remove your skirt and thong. Debbie, on your knees, now! Crawl towards me and make sure to keep your butt always exposed. Understood?"

Debbie: "Oui Madam."

Sarah locked the door and removed her skirt and thong in zero time. Debbie crawled her way towards to Mrs. Henderson swaying her ass as if she was on a rocking boat. Mrs. Henderson gave a signal to Sarah to come over and stand next to her. She then grabbed and forced Debbie's head into Sarah's red bush.

Debbie, finding her face buried in Sarah's pubic hair and having her nostrils filled with musky curly red hair, had no choice but to stick out her little tongue and harvest the juices of Sarah's velvet bloom. Mrs. Henderson guided Debbie's head with her hands for some time and when she saw that she could carry on by her own, she went behind her.

She couldn't stop admiring Debbie's bubble ass and started kneading and massaging those delicious orbs. They were so round and smooth and yet so firm that she couldn't resist the temptation to slap them hard. And she did! Oh yes! She did...many times!

"Ooooh...Madam!!!" Debbie exclaimed with her mouth nearly filled with Sarah's swollen pussylips.

"Do you like it little slut? Oh yes! I know you love it. You would die from pleasure if you had someone to spank your audacious curvy bum every hour, every minute. You have come to the right place! Sarah! Prepare me, for I have to teach a strict discipline lesson to that little twat. You know the drill!"

"Mmmmm...Ohh...Ummmm...Certainly Mrs. Henderson. I'll do your bidding, even though...I loathe parting with her...so soon. She is sucking me so fucking great...Mmmm...Its...Its like...having a vacuum cleaner attached on my pussy...Aaaghh...she...sucks everything in...my vagina is almost...dried...Goshhh!!!!"

Mrs. Henderson stood near her office, with hands on waist, and waited there for Sarah to accomplish her duties. Sarah reluctantly pushed Debbie's wet mouth away from her glistening slit and got on her knees. She crawled near the office, opened a drawer and took a pink strap-on dildo. Then she went back and stood before the headmistress. She ordered Debbie to help her with the removing of Mrs. Henderson's skirt. Debbie unzipped the long skirt and Sarah pulled down the skirt and then the lacey white pants. With great patience, Sarah, first raised Mrs. Henderson's one foot and then the other in order to take away the skirt and pants.

Both girls were knelt and had taken positions in front and behind Mrs. Henderson, respectively. Debbie was bathing with her tongue Mrs. Henderson's soft ass cheeks while having one hand between her creamy thighs. Sarah was trying to strap the dildo along the waist and hips of her Mistress and simultaneously kissing her thighs. Mrs. Henderson was standing there in all her glory, oblivious to anything else, accepting the services given by those playful tongues.

"Debbie! You have to write down a 100 times the phrase "I will never wear my pants again". Take a pen and paper from my office, bend over and position yourself in a 90 degrees angle with your upper body resting on my office. And spread those legs!!!" Mrs. Henderson ordered.

"Tres bien (very good) Madam."

Sarah finished strapping the dildo on Mrs. Henderson's thighs and then she took it in her mouth as if she had done it many times in her life. She watered her mouth with enough saliva and then she started sucking it obediently. Mrs. Henderson was enjoying the view of Debbie's naked ass as she was bent over and the vibrations on her clit caused by the continuous bobbing of Sarah's head on her dildo.

She decided that she had had enough, so she pushed Sarah away and positioned herself behind Debbie's ass. The dildo was lubed and slippery enough for use-thanks to Sarah!-so she wasted no time. She put it right on Debbie's anal tight ring and pushed hard. Debbie squirmed in agony but she didn't scream-she was a brave girl indeed.




Schoolgirl Debbie



Mrs. Henderson never had in her life any inhibitions nor any reservations, thus she was determined to discipline that little girl very hard. She was using quick bursts of her hips to shove the dildo into Debbie's rectum, followed by deep prolonged ones which were the most painful.

Sarah had already positioned herself under Debbie's and Mrs. Henderson's pelvis and she was licking and sucking everything she could. Her tongue was teasing Debbie's clit mostly but she would occasionally tease Mrs. Henderson's hairy slit too.

Debbie was whining and moaning like a little baby and yet, she was trying to follow Mrs. Henderson's orders and complete her writing. Of course Mrs. Henderson wouldn't allow her to carry on with her writing as she was ramming her virgin butt with extreme ferocity. Poor Debbie, having someone abusing her ass, her head buried between piles of files, her hands crushing pieces of papers and someone licking her engorged clit, was still looking like a fallen angel.

"Ohhhhh Mon Dieau (my God)...s'il vous plait (please)!...Madam...encule mon derierre (fuck my ass)...Oui (yes)...Oui...Mmmmm...encore (more)...encore..."

I'm sure that those sex-starved women never left that office and remained entangled in a vicious cycle, doing each other, again and again...for an eternity...

END.

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Written by Christy Mars Copyright © 2006 Especially made for 26 year old Debbie from France.



Schoolgirl Destroyed



Amy Price shivered, more due to nervousness than cold. It was 4 o'clock, and she had been about to leave school for the day. Time to go home, relax, catch up with some of her friends. But as she walked alone down the corridor, a heavy, oppressive hand had landed on her shoulder.

"Miss Price, is that make-up?" The voice was stern, unnerving, powerful. It belonged to the headmaster, an imposing man. Amy would guess he was in his late forties, but it was hard to tell. His streaked grey hair contrasted with his youthful, athletic body. "Well?" he asked.

A small part of Amy wanted to tell him to fuck off; that it was bullshit that an eighteen year old girl couldn't wear make-up in the school. But she felt minute, like she was shrinking in the presence of his six-foot form. She managed a tiny, guilty "yes, sir."

"Come with me, Amy" said the headmaster.

She was lead down the corridor, the headmaster's oppressive presence driving her through the deserted halls as she approached his office. The headmaster opened the heavy oak door with ease, and Amy entered. The office was somewhat Victorian, dominated by a heavy wooden desk. The room was darkening in the Autumnal afternoon light, but she was grateful for the small mercy of the electric heater, warming her as she stood in the centre of the room. She gulped.

"Miss Price, are you aware of the severity of breaking the rules in my school?"

Severity? It was fucking make-up. Did he just hate her or something? "Yes, sir."

"Are you aware of the punishment for wearing make-up in school?"

A small warning? That's what most girls seemed to get. Didn't seem wise to point that out, though. It could be interpreted as sarcasm. He didn't like sarcasm.

"No, sir."

He slid the lock on the door shut, almost casually. He then looked her straight in the eye. She could have sworn there was a cruel glint in those dark eyes as he said "the maximum punishment is a caning."

Amy gulped again. She had never been caned before. It was rare she got into trouble at all.

"H... how many times, sir?" Amy managed.

She saw a sadistic grin struggle to spread itself across her headmaster's features.

"Until such time as the member of staff delivering the caning considers the punishment fulfilled."

"B... but..." she stammered.

"Bend over, Amy." His tone was authoritative, the result of many years of commanding his obedient staff, although Amy could now testify they may well be more afraid than loyal. Almost in a daze, she bent over the desk. Something was brushing the front of her shins.

"As this is your first time, measures will be taken to ensure the punishment is delivered properly."

With that, the headmaster knelt down next to Amy's legs. She felt belt-like leather straps tighten around her calves, and she found she couldn't move her legs if she tried.

"Do not struggle; it will only make things worse."

A third strap was fastened around her torso, forcing her to remain in position. She then felt her skirt being pulled up, revealing her white panties to the world. Please make him let me keep my panties on, she thought, half-praying. There was no such luck, as they were slowly pulled down. She hung her head in embarrassment, her bright red cheeks mirrored in the polished desk.

Then there was a tap on her arse. A single, light, rear tap. A preparatory, aiming stroke perhaps. Amy didn't know. She didn't care. All she knew was that this was real. She was exposed, completely at his mercy. And about to experience her first caning. She gave a sharp intake of breath and her eyes widened in pure fear.

Then it happened. A single, powerful blow. Her eyes screwed themselves shut, and she bit her lip hard. The cane drew back, but it had left its mark. Burning pain had erupted across its length, stinging, like tiny flames were dancing along the stroke, sadistically licking at her.

A second stroke was delivered with the same deafening crack. Her forearms tensed, nails digging into the palms of tight fists. A gasp escaped her as the blow hit. A third swiftly followed it, bringing more pain, spreading across her arse. Then came the fourth and fifth, even faster. She was sure they were getting harder, too. The sixth caused tears to break loose, smearing her eyeliner, leaving black trails running down her face. She didn't cry out loud. Not yet. Her lip was bloody where she had bitten into it.

"That's six, Amy."

She wished she knew how many more there would be. She didn't think she could take many more. She clenched her fists again, mentally preparing herself for the next blow. Nothing came. Was it... over? She hardly dared believe it. The headmaster was standing in front of her now. He had put down the light wooden cane he was using. Amy sighed in relief. Then he picked up a heavier, darker cane. A cruel-looking thing. "I don't think the punishment is getting through to you just yet, so this cane shall now be the one used." Amy just stared at it, struck dumb by fear. "Do you understand, Miss Price?"

"Y... yes sir," she stammered.

And then the next blow came. It tore through her skin. She cried out in pain, tears flowing freely. Then the next came, and she began sobbing through her punishment as blow after blow rained down upon her, each one punctuated by her agonised cry. She'd lost count of how many there had been, but the pain was unbearable. Another one landed with an almighty crack and her back unwillingly arched, straining against the restraints.

"P... please Sir. I can't take any more" she whimpered. She felt pathetic. The headmaster moved around to her face. In her current position, her eyes were level with his groin. And she could see that there was a huge erection tugging against those trousers, wanting to be free. He was enjoying this?

"Oh dear Amy, I'm afraid you're only halfway through your punishment."

"I... I can't take any more, Sir. Please, I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

Her voice was weak, small. It seemed to spring forth without her trying to make the words. "I could suck you off, sir." She could hardly believe she'd just said that. She'd never given a blowjob in her life, and she didn't particularly want to. Especially not for him.

He reached into a draw on one side of the desk, pulled out some strange device. "Open your mouth, Amy."

She did it, desperate to avoid more pain. The device was forced onto her. It was a bizarre thing, somewhat like a harness. She found she couldn't close her mouth with it on, but there was a large hole in it that she found she could breathe through, and put her tongue through if she wished. She probed it nervously. It seemed quite wide, stretching her mouth uncomfortably. The headmaster smiled. It was a terrifying smile. The sort of smile you'd expect to see a medieval torturer flash just before he took out some ancient, cruel device. The headmaster freed his huge erection. He grabbed both sides of her head, and, without warning, forced his way inside her mouth. She gagged and choked at the rough throatfucking, desperately attempting to move her head away from his cock, but she was still bound in place. The headmaster kept his firm grip on her head as he thrust his way into her mouth. She couldn't breathe. It was too much. She was getting light headed. Starving for oxygeb, despite the meagre scraps of air which managed to find their way inside her through the brutal assault on her throat. Suddenly, the cock was withdrawn, the strange gag removed. Amy attempted to suck in the air, but she spluttered as she recovered from her ordeal. "My my, Miss Price, it would seem you aren't very experienced." He looked down at her, face fixed in mock disappointment. Amy said nothing, her eyes were fixed downwards and her chest was heaving.

The headmaster walked around behind her again.

Please, God, no more caning, thought Amy. The stinging was starting to subside, she had no desire to have it return. She waited, but no pain came. Then she had another thought. He's not going to...? No, no he can't. Oral is one thing, but he wouldn't actually penetrate her pussy, would he? Surely not. Her question was answered with an unwelcome finger, probing at her arsehole.

She gulped. Anal. She had once watched it online out of pure curiosity. Even thought about it while pleasuring herself, once or twice. But fantasising and doing are different things, and she was not prepared to do it. The finger found its way inside, pushing on regardless of her pleas to let her go. It was soon joined by a second. They felt huge inside her, tearing her open. Then his fingers withdrew. For one brief moment, there was nothing, no pain, no penetration. But then his hands were on her hips. The tip of what could only be his cock pushed at the entrance to her arsehole. She was about to be taken anally, and there was nothing she could do about it. Desperately, she struggled at her restraints, but to no avail. Then she felt it, forcing its way into her. It was huge; it seemed to rip her in half. The tears started to flow again, and she threw her head back and screamed, screamed in agony as he assaulted her, used her tight arse for his own pleasure. He began to speed up, then she felt a hand. It grabbed her hair. Her head was yanked backwards. She had never felt so degraded, so worthless. The tears kept falling. The Headmaster was grunting. He was getting close, she guessed. Her eyes were screwed shut. Then suddenly she felt him withdraw. She felt peculiar, confused. Had he came? She hadn't felt anything. She opened her eyes to see his huge weapon pointed at her. He was stroking it quickly, as if pumping a shotgun before firing it. Too late, she realised what was about to happen, and her eyes widened in fear. She then realised that this was a huge mistake as soon as a huge, sticky load was fired into her face and into those deep brown eyes. His hot jizz ran down her face, mixing with the tears. She couldn't see much, her eyes stinging. She felt the straps around her legs and torso being undone. She stood up shakily. Over. It was all over. And then she collapsed.