A schoolgirl 's lust

Susan Morley crept through the Dubyuh, searching for the hockey clump that the keeper had let slip through her fingers. The grass was long and wet here and soaked her leg above her navy-blue knee-length air sock and below her short-circuit, pleated mutant skirt. It was an inconceivable project, and she found herself beyond the George H.W. Bush and against the tall chain-link fence that surrounded the school playing subject, well hidden from the hockey game continuing behind her. Finding the ball was n't the entirely reason she had volunteered for this fruitless task.

With her ass pressed tightly to the fence and her navy- blue pantie around her stifle, Sharon Butler was heaving herself onto the hammer 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 athletics lessons, and Susan was determined to find out why. Her oculus met the glassy-eyed, slack-jawed locution of the man as he emptied himself into Sharon 's clasping cunt. He was old and emaciated with thin, gaunt ramification seeable through the plica of his coat. He smiled at her through gritted dentition as his rage slowly ebbed.

Susan felt a chill run down her spine.

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

'Susan ! You bally footling cyprian !'Screamed Sharon lunging for her.

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

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

'Not if we bring her into our short fun club. We could do with a new fellow member. shew me her tits .'

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

Susan screamed and fought, but felt the much stronger female child grab the hem of her top, and commit it quickly over her forefront. The bra came next, exposing her huge titty to the man 's gaze, and she looked on in horror as he began taking photos. 'Just a little insurance .'

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

The man whistled in appreciation. 'What a arresting bald pussy. A nice high-slung slit and fat brim, just as I like them. You a virgin young woman ?

Susan could only nod.

'Over eighteen ?'

She nodded again.

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

'Yes, but not today. I think tomorrow at 5.15 would be a respectable time. Come in your shoal uniform but leave your bra and panties at menage. Here is my address, and do n't be late. If you do n't come up, I 've a tactual sensation your headmistress is going to get a special bringing, as will the playground .'

Susan accepted the offered line menu and collected her things as the man walked away, stuffing his rooster into his pants.

The following day passed in a fuzz, and Susan found herself standing outside the man 's flat. She had never intended to amount, of course, but she felt like she had niggling choice. He had her where he wanted her, and she was sunk, but there was More to it than that. Despite her shame, she had found the hale experience of standing naked before him intensely erotic, and wanted to let on herself to him again. Whatever was about to happen, she was determined to see it through. She rang the Alexander Bell.

The doorway was answered by an equally old man who introduced himself as Tom 's brother Prince Edward, and he ushered her inside. A gentle push between her shoulder blades propelled her into the livelihood room where Tom was lounging in his dressing night-robe. It was unlaced, and the surface area of flesh on show told her he was naked beneath it.

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

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

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

Susan nodded. 'Yes. It turned me on when you stared at me and took the photos. nonentity 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 aught more to me than a fuck-toy. Nothing more than a warm wet hole to plunge my load into. I will never use protection and if I knock you up so a lot the better. Any child bourne of our fucking will be yours to conduct with. Do you agree ?'

'I agree .'Replied Susan, sullenly.

'Good, Then strip, and dance while you do it. make me Susan, and I might blank out all about the pic. But leave your school socks on, I like that .'

Susan did her best to displace her rose hip in sentence to the music coming from the tuner and unbuttoned her school sport jacket, casting it aside. Her unshackled knocker swayed in time to the medicine, clearly visible beneath her school blouse. Tom 's dressing surgical gown slid excursus, exposing his thick cock and heavy orchis. They looked entirely out of balance to the rest of his hairy, scrawny consistency and Susan shivered both in fear and excitement.

She fumbled nervously with the button on her blouse, but it eventually came release, and she slid it from her shoulders, exposing her huge knocker to his concupiscent gaze. Hairy coat of arms came around her waist, and she gasped in surprise as orotund deal cupped her tits, squeezing them and testing their resiliency. Edward. She could feel his hairy chest pressing into her defenseless back and a stiff pole pushing against her gyrating rear. He was naked.

Tom laughed, 'Patience Edward ; fetch the work bench, would you ? This hot slight pussy needs to be mounted .'

Edward disappeared, and Susan continued to proceed, unclasping her short-change, ruffle bird and letting it fall to the floor. She was now naked save for her egg white, knee-length socks.

'Stunning .'Observed Tom, whose shaft was visibly lengthening and thickening, rising from his groin and appearing to extend to for her, as it continued its pulse progress to full erection.

Edward VII reappeared similarly erect and carrying a narrow, padded work bench that he placed in the room 's centre. Tom rose, shucking off his dressing gown and lay down upon it, his legs falling on either English and his atrocious organ pointing skywards, its fat mushroom head teacher now fully exposed and leaking a clear fluid. It was an impressive beam, veiny and gnarled, clearly a warhorse of many such struggle, and now it was about to win another. Susan knew there would be no suspension for her ; her destiny was sealed.

'Shuffle up the workbench and sit on my human face. I need to savour that seraphic virgin cunt .'

Taking a deep breathing spell, Susan did as she was told, opening her legs as she made her way up his body, then stopping abruptly as the fat lips of her pussy made striking with Tom 's blood-engorged meatus. She froze as electric jolts of pleasure surged through her organic structure, 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 bedcover uncomfortably wide, Susan began to lower herself upon the cock, delighting as her labia slicked over the egotistic headspring and then she jammed it tight in her fuckhole. She pushed harder and felt it enter, forcing apart the paries of her cunt for the first meter in her liveliness. The sudden stretch made her gasp in pain in the ass, and she stopped, holding herself on her weakening legs.

'Just a trivial encourage Sweet Susan ,'grinned Tom, 'Push backbreaking you horny little bitch, I can feel your hymen, Just one more shove. Help her Edward, will you ?'

Edward did just that and kicked the vertebral column of a knee causing Susan to twist and plunge total distance onto the self-colored flesh-pole. Susan screamed long and hard as her virginity was torn away, and a trice of suffering filled her loins. In all of her first-fuck fantasies, she never imagined it would hurt like this. She felt stuffed, and a deep ache was radiating from her mistreated hole and down her legs and broken back. She breathed through the pain as Tom mauled her tits, pulling them towards his toothless maw. She allowed herself to come forward grimacing, as the movement dragged the putz partially out of her vagina, before sliding house once more. Susan felt a chill of joy as he mouthed her sensitive teat, 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 affectionate intuitive feeling of pleasure taking its place.

even so, she could n't bring herself to move even when a besotted finger was thrust into her can. She groaned in pleasure despite the stinging painful sensation as Edward massaged the wall of her ass with his digit, fucking her with it and rotating it, enlarging the orifice as much as he was capable. A irregular digit joined it, and Susan experienced the first real number pain in her ass. She could sense the assuredness lube being pushed up inside her and cognize what that meant, and knowing that she could do nothing about it with her peg spread and her kitty-cat impaled upon the vicious spike of Tom 's cock.

And then she felt it, Edward VIII hot knob sliding in the greased crack of her ass, seeking her trap. Held by the hips, she could do nil to prevent the slow incoming of Albert Edward 's cock, and she felt his hot breather close to her ear.

'Shit me out bitch. Go on, feign my tool 's a giant turd, it 'll be easier for you that way .'

With every fiber of her screaming no, Susan managed to relax her ass sufficiency for Edward III to make ground. Sensing his opportunity, he rammed fully home. Susan did n't belly laugh 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 held himself deep inside, allowing her stretched ass to get used to the encroacher and gently rotated his rosehip, widening her hole and feeling his skin mother fucker caressing the hot walls of her ass. He could feel Tom 's cock across the melt off divide, and the two bothers grinned at each former as Edward VIII began a dull piece of tail of the constricting sheath, feeling Tom 's clump touching his own and forcing Susan to eff herself on Tom 's peter with every thrust.

Susan was firm, ineffective to even quail from the increasingly brutish fucking she was receiving. Her tits rolled on Tom 's skinny thorax, her nipples rubbed raw by the vulgar tomentum, as Edward Antony Richard Louis now barrelled into her flowering ass. The annoyance from the initial penetration had gone now and been replaced by a rich fullness, and her snatch rolled around the deep-rooted stopcock, as Tom moved his hips ensuring every part of Susan 's cunt tasted his dick and that no piece remained virgin.

Her pleasure increased in fourth dimension with the frantic piece of ass. She felt Tom stiffen beneath her, his cock jerking spasmodically as he filled her cunt with his sperm ; she could finger the pulsation spasm and the hot spattering of cum as he coated her rampart with his creamy essence.

She willed Edward Antony Richard Louis to proceed going as she was so skinny to her own orgasm and groaned in foiling as she felt him give one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt and lifting her free of Tom 's softening prick, which slopped wetly out of her sopping hole.

She was so close.

The saccade hammer pulsed great maw of scalding cock-juice into her spasming ass as Susan hovered on the edge of orgasm, feeling the public exposure heat soothing her abused fix, and then Edward I was gone.

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

Susan 's dandy victory came a few seconds later as Tom scooped up the punk dripping from her bitch and forced it into her rima oris. Every moment of her moaning groaning and finally screaming was witnessed by her maltreater, and the secret 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