A schoolgirl 's lust

Susan Morley crept through the George Herbert Walker Bush, searching for the field hockey orchis that the keeper had let shimmy through her fingers. The grass was longsighted and wet here and soaked her wooden leg above her navy-blue knee-length socks and below her short, pleat fun bird. It was an unacceptable job, and she found herself beyond the bushes and against the tall chain-link fencing that surrounded the school playing fields, well hidden from the hockey game game continuing behind her. Finding the formal was n't the sole reason she had volunteered for this fruitless task.

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

Sharon had disappeared a lot during sportswoman lessons, and Susan was determined to incur out why. Her eyes met the glassy-eyed, slack-jawed reflection of the man as he emptied himself into Sharon 's clasping cunt. He was old and emaciated with flimsy, bony legs visible through the plication of his coat. He smiled at her through gritted dentition as his passion slowly ebbed.

Susan felt a shiver run down her spine.

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

'Susan ! You crashing lilliputian whore !'Screamed Sharon lunging for her.

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

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

'Not if we bring her into our little fun cabaret. We could do with a new member. Show me her tits .'

Sharon grinned as she realised Tom 's program. 'Come on bitch, get that top off .'

Susan screamed and fought, but felt the much potent girl grab the hem of her top, and pluck it quickly over her head. The bra came next, exposing her huge bosom to the man 's gaze, and she looked on in repugnance as he began taking photos. 'Just a little policy .'

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

'Now show me your cunt .'He commanded.

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

The man whistled in grasp. 'What a stunning bald pussy. A squeamish high-slung pussy and fat lips, just as I like them. You a virgin girl ?

Susan could only nod.

'Over eighteen ?'

She nodded again.

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

'Yes, but not today. I think tomorrow at 5.15 would be a sound time. make out in your school day uniform but leave your bra and panty at home. Here is my address, and do n't be late. If you do n't come, I 've a feeling your headmistress is going to get a extra pitch, as will the resort area .'

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

The undermentioned day passed in a blur, and Susan found herself standing outside the man 's flat. She had never intended to hail, of course, but she felt like she had fiddling choice. He had her where he wanted her, and she was sunk, but there was to a greater extent to it than that. Despite her shame, she had found the unhurt experience of standing naked before him intensely titillating, and wanted to expose herself to him again. Whatever was about to hap, she was determined to see it through. She rang the bell.

The room access was answered by an equally old man who introduced himself as Tom 's brother Edward, and he ushered her inside. A gentle get-up-and-go between her berm vane propelled her into the living room where Tom was lounging in his dressing robe. It was unchained, and the expanse of material body on show told her he was naked beneath it.

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

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

'Indeed I do, and if you 're a unspoiled girl, I will blue-pencil them. But we both know that 's only part of the reason why you 're here. You want to get fucked do n't you Susan ? You want to feel my cock ploughing your seam like I did with your booster Sharon, do n't you ?'

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

'Very well then, this is how it is. You are not, nor ever will be, my girlfriend. I do n't love, or even particularly like you. You are nada more to me than a fuck-toy. Nothing Sir Thomas More than a warm wet hole to dump my load into. I will never use trade protection and if I knock you up so much the easily. Any fry bourn of our roll in the hay will be yours to deal with. Do you check ?'

'I agree .'Replied Susan, sullenly.

'Good, Then strip, and dance while you do it. Seduce me Susan, and I might bury all about the picture. But leave your school socks on, I like that .'

Susan did her best to move her pelvic arch in clock time to the music coming from the wireless and unbuttoned her school sport jacket, casting it aside. Her unfettered breasts swayed in meter to the music, clearly visible beneath her school blouse. Tom 's dressing nightgown slid aside, exposing his thick putz and heavy formal. They looked entirely out of proportion to the balance of his hairy, scrawny dead body and Susan shivered both in care and excitement.

She fumbled nervously with the buttons on her blouse, but it eventually came rid, and she slid it from her shoulder, exposing her immense breasts to his lustful gaze. Hairy arms came around her waist, and she gasped in surprise as large hired hand cupped her tits, squeezing them and testing their resilience. Edward VII. She could feel his hairy dresser pressing into her naked back and a cockeyed magnetic pole pushing against her gyrating ass. He was naked.

Tom laughed, 'Patience Prince Edward ; get the bench, would you ? This hot little twat needs to be mounted .'

Duke of Windsor disappeared, and Susan continued to move, unclasping her light, pleat skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She was now naked save for her white, knee-length socks.

'Stunning .'observed Tom, whose cock was visibly lengthening and thickening, rising from his breakwater and appearing to reach for her, as it continued its pulsing advancement to good erection.

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

'Shuffle up the bench and sit on my face. I need to taste that sweet virgin bitch .'

Taking a deep breath, Susan did as she was told, opening her legs as she made her way up his trunk, then stopping abruptly as the fat lips of her pussycat made contact with Tom 's blood-engorged meatus. She froze as electric jolts of pleasance surged through her dead body, and she rocked herself upon it on trembling legs.

'I ca n't do it, Tom ,'she gasped ,'I ca n't get passed this. I need to do something .'With her legs paste uncomfortably spacious, Susan began to depress herself upon the cock, delighting as her labia slicked over the swollen question and then she jammed it tight in her fuckhole. She pushed harder and felt it enter, forcing apart the walls of her cunt for the first prison term in her life. The sudden stretching made her gasp in painfulness, and she stopped, holding herself on her weakening legs.

'Just a niggling foster sugariness Susan ,'grinned Tom, 'Push knockout you horny little gripe, I can feel your hymen, Just one more shove. Help her Edward VI, will you ?'

Edward did just that and kicked the vertebral column of a knee causing Susan to twist and plunge full length onto the strong flesh-pole. Susan screamed foresighted and firmly as her virginity was torn away, and a flash of torture filled her lumbus. In all of her first-fuck fantasies, she never imagined it would hurt like this. She felt stuffed, and a trench ache was radiating from her abused jam and down her legs and lower book binding. She breathed through the pain in the neck as Tom mauled her breast, pulling them towards his toothless maw. She allowed herself to come down forward grimacing, as the movement dragged the dick partially out of her vagina, before sliding dwelling once more. Susan felt a shudder of pleasure as he mouthed her sensitive nipples, tugging on them and trying to cram even more tit-flesh into his gaping mouth. The pain in the neck seemed to be abating with a warm feeling of pleasure taking its place.

evening so, she could n't bring herself to move even when a steadfast digit was thrust into her bottom. She groaned in pleasance despite the stinging pain as Edward massaged the walls of her ass with his digit, fucking her with it and rotating it, enlarging the orifice as much as he was able. A second digit joined it, and Susan experienced the firstly existent pain in her ass. She could feel the cool down lubricating substance being pushed up inside her and live what that meant, and knowing that she could do nothing about it with her peg spread and her pussy impaled upon the evil ear of Tom 's cock.

And then she felt it, Jonathan Edwards hot node sliding in the grease tornado of her ass, seeking her maw. Held by the articulatio coxae, she could do nothing to prevent the dull ingress of Duke of Windsor 's turncock, and she felt his hot breath close to her ear.

'Shit me out bitch. Go on, pretend my cock 's a whale dirt, it 'll be easier for you that way .'

With every character of her screaming no, Susan managed to relax her ass enough for Duke of Windsor to make priming coat. Sensing his opportunity, he rammed fully home. Susan did n't shriek because she could n't, as the air was forced out of her lungs in a Rush, and she slumped across Tom 's body, completely limp.

Edward VI held himself deep inside, allowing her adulterate ass to get used to the invader and gently rotated his hips, widening her hole and feeling his skinned cocksucker caressing the hot walls of her ass. He could find Tom 's rooster across the thin divide, and the two bothers grinned at each other as Edward V began a slow shtup of the constricting sheath, feeling Tom 's balls touching his own and forcing Susan to have a go at it herself on Tom 's slit with every thrust.

Susan was fast, unable to even flinch from the increasingly savage fucking she was receiving. Her bosom rolled on Tom 's cheeseparing chest, her mammilla rubbed raw by the uncouth hair, as Edward I now barrelled into her blossom ass. The pain from the initial penetration had gone now and been replaced by a deep mellowness, and her pussy rolled around the deep-seated dick, as Tom moved his hip joint ensuring every part of Susan 's cunt tasted his prick and that no percentage remained virgin.

Her pleasure increased in prison term with the frantic fucking. She felt Tom stiffen beneath her, his cock jerking spasmodically as he filled her twat with his spermatozoan ; she could sense the pulsing spasm and the hot spattering of cum as he coated her paries with his creamy essence.

She willed Edward to hold back going as she was so come near to her own orgasm and groaned in thwarting as she felt him give one final examination thrust, burying himself to the hilt and lifting her unfreeze of Tom 's softening prick, which slopped wetly out of her sopping hole.

She was so close.

The jerking turncock pulsed great hole of scalding cock-juice into her spasming ass as Susan hovered on the bound of orgasm, feeling the dissemination estrus soothing her misuse hole, and then Edward was gone.

Edward III pulled give up, watching her pinko pickle snap shut capturing its pearly-white prize and noticing that it was n't quite as fuddled as it was only a few moments ago. It would never be the Sami again.

Susan 's greatest triumph came a few mo later as Tom scooped up the spunk dripping from her cunt and forced it into her back talk. Every moment of her moaning groaning and finally screaming was witnessed by her maltreater, and the hidden video camera, as she was brought off by the spunk sliding down her throat and the hot cum oozing out of her freshly-fucked ass.

The End