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I 'm just trying to assist with these disclaimers ! I don't want to spring thing on anyone. My writing is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write ! You SHOULD feel stinking reading it ! I try to cringe myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not excuse any of the things I write about !

All characters are 18+. This is a employment of fiction. Any resemblance to events, venue, or individual living or dead is purely coincidental.

fetish / admonition

-Rape / Non-con ( but with common pleasure )

-Pervy creeping around ( crawling under desks/skirts, etc )

-Gross Sniffing / Tasting

-Bit of understructure Fetish

-Cruelty and mortification

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Timestop : The family psychometric test

The reposeful silence threatened to lull us back to sleep. The trance-inducing tick of the clock above the teacher's desk in the front only served as a constant reminder that it was 8:13 in the fuck daybreak. Senior year. Monday History class. And it was one of the backbreaking trial of the year. A tediously in-depth testing of the aftermath of World War II. A fun subject normally, but made impossibly abstruse by Mr. Lewandowski. In hindsight it becomes pretty intelligible that teachers thought it was a buffoonery. A matching exertion to get out of class.

For old age after I was gone, off to college, even after that, the son of the school immortalized the date. Celebrating it every twelvemonth. Calling it ‘ Oh-Day ’. A day for teasing girls behind teacher'rachis. Moaning in the centre of family. I never intended it, but honestly it sounds hilarious.

No one ever really figured out exactly what happened, never suspected I was behind it all. And give thanks God. I don't know why I got so rash that day. I mean, I was usually so thrifty back then, so hesitant to use my business leader around people I know. Usually avoiding sticky situations like this. But it was just one of those solar day I guess. I couldn't take it anymore.

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someone's stomach gurgles. Someone snort at the interference. Pencils scratching away at theme. It's so goddamn unruffled, I'm practically worried multitude will hear my thoughts. Because I'm definitely not thinking about this test.

How could I ? Right as I had entered the course of study, on the way to my desk in the back, I walked past Alyssa. The young lady that sits in battlefront of me every day. The hottest girl in class. My prominent crush. She had just sat down, was getting settled, and her Catholic plaid wench caught on her seat. Her legs were open slightly, and I saw way up her thighs before she adjusted herself.

Now I'm just sitting here with that image burned into my brain, ten min into this shit test, still staring at the first poor fish question.

I keep glancing up at the cover of her brain in front of me. She leans back. Her uncoiled, light brown whisker nearly whipping me in the font like it always does. She's the type of girl who has to make a whole thing out of putting her hair up, stretching and showing off as she ties nigh of it into her cute, theme song ponytail that leaves silklike strands draping down on either face of her face.

God, these desks are so minor, she's so close. Smells so fucking good. Her tall, lean organic structure begging to get grabbed from behind. Her polo uniform shirt hugs her athletic physique tightly. The flaccid white cotton fiber clinging to her perky little tits and refined curves. Shit, now I have a boner. I try to focalize on something else to get my nous off her. I notice another girl, trollop, in the row next to us. Her legs. Perfect creamy hide. nooky. This test is never happening.

I could so easily take everything I want right now. halt everyone and explore the class to my fondness's content. But I have to forbear. It's so wanton to get carried away, make mistake. It ends badly sometimes. Just finish month, a girl from my math course switched schools after freaking out so much in the heart of course of study from what I secretly did to her. No one knew what happened, but I can't hold open being so careless.

But as I stare at Alyssa's exposed neck now, my gumshoe pulses under my desk.

fucking it. I look around to make sure no one's looking, and then I gaze at the clock on the paries above the chalkboard. I concentrate, straining. The manus on the clock slows. A fellow adjacent to me starts to yawn loudly… But he never stops, the sharp ingestion of breather becomes a drawn-out razzing. The clock check. And the world goes unsounded. The slight tintinnabulation in my spike and my thumping heart are the lonesome sounds remaining. I glance around and smile.

My eye examine every particular of my environs. I need to reach a mental note of the position of everything. Need to return everything to where it was before I start time again. Or at least close enough that people can think they imagined any slim differences.

I try to remain affected role, pace myself. I've got plenty of meter after all. But my nerve is racing, my breathing heavy with prediction. The exhilaration of being able-bodied to do anything I want is overwhelm. That girl over there. And that girl too. And Alyssa. Mine for as long as I want.

"I can't take it. I've waited too long for this. Come here,"my voice sound reflection through the dumb room full of people that can't try me as I reach forward and grab Alyssa's ponytail, pulling her toward me. With time stopped, she moves a bit leisurely than she would normally. Her back arches over the desk connected to my seat. Holding her straits in both hands, turning her face up and to the side, I lean forward and immediately mangle her with my mouth, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. As if I own her.

I taste her gentle lip, coated in girly lipgloss that gives her a juicy tone. My tongue driving straight into her oral fissure, swirling around and violating her. So this is what it's like to make out with Alyssa ! Her perfect, model-like features patiently allowing the treatment. carriage frozen exactly where I status her. Her piercing green eyes stare blankly, surrounded by sexy contraband constitution that comes to piddling winged full point at the end to give her an edgy, striking visual aspect. Clearly against our Catholic school uniform policy, but she gets away with it. I kiss and lick all across her face. Her lightly tanned skin, a bit shiny with the perfect sum of money of fulgid makeup. The tiny splattering of precious lilliputian freckles on her face. darn, she even tastes estimable. The hot girl in the class, just leaning back casually. forgetful to what I'm doing to her.

My cock throbs painfully against my pants. I pull away from Alyssa's sweet lips, panting. I shove her forward again, then slant down and look underneath my desk, right at her ass. God I've wanted to do this for so long ! I reach out and grasp her rear from the curtain raising in the backrest of her seat. Every ass day, I have to be so damn careful not to happen her with my genu as I tentatively navigate into this little desk that isn't quite big enough for a high schoolhouse aged guy. I squeeze hard. It's so soft ! Even through her tartan skirt, I can feel her warmness, faintly make out the shape of her buttcheeks pressed down onto her seat.

I slip out of my desk, looking her up and down. Then glancing around the room, I hesitate for a moment, deciding what to do. The world is mine to love. No one can see or find out me. I'm costless to be as unearthly as I want !

I head to the front of the class, humming to myself, searching around Mr. L's desk. The crotchety old bastard sits smugly waiting as his students struggle with his test. I find what I'm looking for and render to the binding of the form. As I go, I keep looking around the way with a unhurt new perspective. Jennifer, Calophyllum longifolium, maybe even Simone. I can have all of them ! Ok, breathe, one at a time.

I return to Alyssa, heart beating out of my thorax as I gaze down at the gorgeous girl. I kneel on the laborious floor,"God I can't believe I'm doing this !"I whisper under my intimation. On my hands and articulatio genus, I crawl up under her desk, slowly delving into her. My work force feel her E. B. White knee-high air-sleeve as I open her wooden leg and pivot her toward the gangway a bit to gain entree. I get hunched down low on the floor, scooting in conclude. With no one around to label me, I don't even care how fucking pervy this is. There's something about knowing no one's watching. You stop being self-aware. You're resign to be strange and arrant and uninhibited. I have a perfect sorting of secrecy, in this completely public classroom.

My hired hand slide up her note legs, lifting her tartan dame to disclose more than and more than of her thighs. The Same tan skin-tone all the way up. My facial expression between her legs now, I turn to the side and kiss her warm skin. She's skimpy and gymnastic, but the inside of her thigh are as mild as can be. Her aphrodisiac scent, pampered and feminine, makes me dizzy with arousal.

I've dreamed of exploring this miss. Every day, forced to sit behind my crush. She wants zip to do with most guys, except the very very lucky few. might not even know I exist. She's totally off-limits. But every damn day, glance of her ramification, her hair and neck opening, right in front of me. That sexy giggle. Her besotted clothes.

I continue further, my head fully under her skirt now. And there before me, pastel pink panties. My dick twitches in my bloomers as I gasp and stare for what seems same proceedings. A tiny landing strip of cloth is all that separates me from this girl's pussy.

Then I dive forward without a instant thought, pressing my boldness right into her crotch. Feeling the soft fabric on my mouth and nose, the lovingness radiating from beneath. Her silky thigh hugging my cheeks on either side. And her smell all around me. It's cipher in exceptional, just a girly scent you'd brush in some trendy teen storehouse at a mall. But my mind is being strangled by it. I inhale deeply, breathing in Alyssa's genitalia. Rubbing my face around, suffocating myself with her.

I back off a bit, catching my intimation, then arrive at down and pull out up the scissors I had retrieved from Mr. L's desk. I run the sharp point slowly along her thigh, bunching her skirt up out of the way and caressing her warm leg and hip with my unloose hand as I go. I wiggle the point of the scissor hold under the delicate pink fabric, admiring the wide-eyed yet aphrodisiacal low-rise-style panties. Snip ! Right on the side, on her hip. The cloth relaxes, no longer taut, but stays entire, still covering her. I slide the scissors grip on the other position. clipping !

The panties now loosely overlay her. Holding my breath, my spunk racing, I slowly seize the fabric and pull it away, then tug it sharply out from under her butt. My eyes go wide as I reveal the most intimate area of the hottest girl in the class. Against her will. Under her desk. point between her legs. My face inches away from her bare pussy. And she has no idea.

A gentle perfume hits me first. Completely pleasant, a swoon musk of femininity. I shudder in excitement. And the sight ! Fucking inferno. Tan crease reveal pale pelt, cut off from a two-piece no doubt. Not a fuzz in sight. Immaculately mollycoddle and clean. She takes so a good deal care in her coming into court, even down here. Her outer labia is puffy, a specter darker than the evenhandedly peel around it. And between this, her little inner lips poke out. Dark pinko flower petal, splaying outward externally a bit. And beneath it all, cupping nicely from underneath, her buttcheeks smushed outward onto the hard hindquarters under her. God, I couldn't want this girl any more right hand now.

And I'm starting to conceive her organic structure wants this too. A fragile glistening of wet coats her pussy backtalk, probably from all the attention I've given her. I can only imagine what she'll feel when I start time. I reach out and experience everything, running my work force along her inside thigh, pinching at her soft outer labia, spreading her afford and shut a few times with my fingers. A piano, embarrassing pawl Click phone as her pussy winks at me. I sigh in unadulterated seventh heaven, then dive in.

She tastes tart, a sharpness that makes my mouth pucker as I begin licking and kissing her little snatch. I tug on her sassing with my own. Dig my glossa as deep as I can into her hole, the tightness such a struggle to encroach upon. I breathe in her fragrance, air hissing through my nose as I fervently suck and swirl through her folds. Faster and faster, my mouthpiece devouring her in a frenzy of lust. But not with the distinctive pleasure-giving move. I do this for myself, to taste her, explore her. What she feels doesn't matter.

It's inconceivable to distinguish how long I've been at her crotch. After a piece, I need a breather. I sit back, panting. Cool air so refreshing on my human face after so long under her annulus, engulfed by her stifling second joint and pussy.

I stare up at Alyssa as I catch my intimation, licking her flavor from my lips, reveling in how perfect this bit is. She's so unfairly pretty, so pop, ‘ out of my league ’. She would never allow any of this. But I can explore every column inch of her, and she can't do a matter about it. I glance around the way from where I sit on the level under her desk. It makes me wonder how she compares to the other miss. No one is off demarcation to me.

Like Torie, at the front of our row. I stuff Alyssa's scanty in my sac, along with the scissor hold, and forefront toward the movement of the class.

The squeamish little teacher's pet is quick-frozen partway through finishing her tryout. Perfect waves of natural blonde hairsbreadth flow down to just above her berm, a unproblematic small headband holding it all out of her bespectacled brass, efficiently. Such a petite daughter for her age. shortstop and dainty. Seemingly flat-chested under her white conservative dress shirt. Kind of baby-faced, yet with a permanent strict construction that says she's more mature and just overall a bit better than everyone else. Her grades do tend to reward that whimsey I guess.

While Torie always seems a bit bitchy, glaring over her spyglass, I don't dislike her. In fact, I've always had a bit of a jam on her. If anyone has to be the know-it-all always raising their hired man and speaking up in class, I'm glad it's her. Her cute, squeaky vocalization and delicate features are always fun to admire from the back of the room. And now, kneeling down and crawling around at her feet like a fucking perv, I have to accept I like her Thomas More than I ever thought possible !

With plenty of elbow room to work with since she's in the forepart row, I crawl up to her legs, invading her personal space and groping her up and down. She's one of the few girls who goes through the trouble of wearing silk stocking, and I can see why. They give her the mature, sophisticated coming into court she's clearly going for. I rub my aspect along the quiet material, hugging my arms around her legs and squishing her calfskin. She's sparse and fit, but not gymnastic at all. Every in of her seems to be pliable and fragile.

She has such a subtle, sweet smell. Not at all perfumed or attention-grabbing like Alyssa, just clean, soapy, and fresh. A innocence that makes me want to ravage her for some intellect, better her in a bit.

Sitting under Torie's desk, I grab one of her feet and flog off the uncomplicated disgraceful apartment she wears. God, her metrical foot looks so cute in these tights. I lift it to my human face, rubbing her sole up and down my nose and mouth, feeling the quiet nylon on my skin, inhaling her smell. A clue of sweat, but that's it. This young lady is so pristine, literally from foreland to toe. At this level I'm practically hoping to happen some sort of defect on this thoroughgoing little angel.

My hands fly up and roughly pry her genu apart, my face shooting forward under her plaid skirt. I throw her legs up over my berm and hug my blazonry around her butt, pulling her in her fundament toward me as shadow gasbag my header. Nylon-covered privileged second joint rub against my impertinence, and I nuzzle my nose into her little private parts. more than of her subtle scent.

My pulsing cock makes me impatient to bring out this tightly wound goody goody. So I throw her dame up out of the way, stopping for a moment to admire the pile of her dreary tights clinging to her lilliputian figure, teasing at what's beneath. I groan with anticipation, my men reaching out in haste to clumsily beset and mash everything in wad. There's a slight heat radiating from her cunt. I need to get at it, now.

I grab and Rip ! savagely at the nylons, opening up a pickle in the genitalia. Revealing navy amobarbital sodium fabric beneath. I tear the tights more, caring less and less about keeping thing tidy, and the wholly picture is suddenly exposed. Creamy Patrick White inner thigh. little blanch buttcheeks smushed down onto the seat underneath her. And a aphrodisiac darkness amobarbital sodium thong, totally at odds with her no-nonsense, innocent persona.

I laugh out loudly,"Seriously, Torie ? ! flavour at what you're concealing under here !"She might just wear them for comfort or to hide out panty-lines, but there's also the sense that she gets some form of underground feminine confidence from them.

Then without a moment's hesitation, I grab the scissors grip from my book binding air hole and quickly cut both side of meat of the diminutive pantie, tugging them roughly away from the girl. Leaving only a gawk hole in her Negroid nylons, and her entire private parts fully exposed before my eyes.

Torie's pussy is compendious and small. Almost cute, except for the wispy little blond hair that sporadically cover her private parts. The pubes are sparse and thin, but she doesn't shave or even trim them at all. Finally, an expanse she doesn't pay such meticulous attention to. A pale, almost crude sight, clearly not meant to be seen or played with like this. Of grade this is true for anyone's common soldier areas. No one really starts their day expecting the kid at the spinal column of the class to end up face-first in their twat. But unlike Alyssa, Torie seems so far removed from even considering that anyone will be seeing her twat, that keeping it tidy doesn't even cross her creative thinker. The unbelievable thought process of going where no man has gone before, the thought of how forbidden and intrusive this is. The stupor, the humiliation she would feel from being so exposed. I run my fingers through her rampantly, unkempt whiskers, casually invading her sacred privacy.

Right in the center, a cute footling cunt. Her spongy outer labia completely hides the inner lip. I use both thumbs to spread her unfold, exposing the inner flexure. Delicate, minuscule, light pink sass part slowly before me.

My mouth salivates at the sight, and I can't resist any foresightful. I rest my chin on the seat of her president and push my lips to her cunt, avoiding the little haircloth as best I can. My oculus widen as I notice how unenviable she is. I don't think I caused it, since I haven't done very much yet. She must be like this naturally ! I flick my tongue out and taste sensation. It's sour, almost too much. I dig in deeper. Thick fluids, a tangy flavor overwhelms me immediately. I wrap my arms around her butt, pulling her into my face, fully exploring her vagina. God, she's so wet already ! As I lick and kiss, I can palpate her moistening, oozing Thomas More of her feminine juices out onto my spit and chin. Oddly she doesn't have much of a wind though. Still more of her subtle soapiness, with a touch of sour.

I suck and lap for a few ‘ minutes ’, until it becomes almost too a great deal. She's not unpleasant at all, it's just… a lot. I shake my head at how fascinatingly dissimilar girls can be. Glancing up at the quick-frozen slight teacher's pet sitting above me, I rub at my cock over my pants and nuzzle up to a voiced thigh next to me. I can't believe I get to do this ! Torie, the little blond biddy in the forepart row. Leaking her steamy succus all over me.

Backing out from under the desk, I decide it's time to see Alyssa's and Torie's reaction. But first, I need to clean up tangible quick. I stand and carefully reposition Torie as closely as I can to how I remember her. I gather the scanty and pair of scissors, and walk back to Alyssa. Leaning down over her, I grab her head in both helping hand and rub my case back and forth all over hers, wiping off all Torie's tart juices across Alyssa's back talk and nose. My pecker dude painfully against my bloomers from the roguishness, the corruption. Then I hastily deliver her to how she originated.

Just before sitting back down, I notice my test papers on my desk,"Of course, why didn't I think of this earlier ?"I rush back to Torie and copy her response. There, at least I'll get some of this thing correct.

spinal column in my seat, I try to sit so my pratfall isn't obvious, then concentrate on the clock and release my clutches on time.

The public snaps back into gesture, all the typically snub sounds like air conditioning and the pernicious cause from students is almost overwhelming compared to the stillness of frigid time.

And then it hits them.

Right in front of me, Alyssa makes a strange inadvertent guttural noise, and then stifles it, pretending to cough. Simultaneously, Torie at the front of the row lets out a trashy yelp of surprisal that makes half the class jump and look up from their tests.

Alyssa shifting in her rear end, pressing her legs together and glancing down at her lap. Luckily for her, Torie is drawing everyone's attending. I peek my straits into the aisle to get a good face at the petite blonde.

"What the piece of ass ! ?"She yells, whipping around to incriminate something of Joe, the guy sitting behind her. Someone gasps. We've never heard her cuss like that ! Her human face is flushed bright pink, and I'm the simply one who knows how much it matches the color of the piddling sopping pussy hidden beneath her skirt. I lick my lip, secretly still able-bodied to taste her succus while everyone looks at her. I smile to myself, watching her wrath dissolve into confusion as she realizes she's making a scene, realizes Joe looks just as befuddle as her. Everyone in the socio-economic class is staring at her awkwardly. She pushes up her glasses, adorably embarrassed.

"Torie ? Joe ? What's the matter ?"Mr. Lewandowski demands, frowning over his glasses. Someone whispers something from the early incline of the room, and a few masses giggle quietly in reception to whatever joke they made. It was probably a crude caper, knowing the immature kid in my class, but little do they sleep together the Sojourner Truth is probably cruder.

Torie's chest is heaving, panic rising on her fluster cheek. She turns to the teacher,"N-nothing Mr. Lewandowski. Can I p-please be excused ?"He hesitates, but nods, clearly trusting the straight-A educatee. She gets up carefully and shuffles out of the room.

I try to decide my next move as I watch Alyssa continue to wriggle in front of me. She discretely wipes at her lip as she notices something wet, something tangy on her face. No one seems to notice except me. She leans down to get a tissue paper out of her bag under her desk, a look of disgust and confusion on her fairly nerve. As she moves around, I catch a whiff of her sweet perfume like I do every day sitting this closing to her. That girly perfume. But something else too. The manifest musk of puss ! I grin, glancing around the room. Everyone is too distracted still. No one else smells. No one has a clew about her wet cunt under her desk. About the panties hidden in my bag. About the savour on my tongue.

"Ok, ok ! Everyone back to work !"Mr. L sternly hushes the mumbling students, and the room goes quiet. I give it a minute, letting everyone pass their care to their report, letting Torie get further down the manse on her way to the public lavatory. When I unfreeze clock time again, it helps if no one is looking at anyone I might move. And it helps to let Torie well out of earshot in caseful she makes a prospect again. Because I'm not done with her. I can't leave it like this, can't let her escape. I need all of her.

I wait for the right moment and then stare at the clock for concentration. I feel that familiar fatiguing strain as I pull on the reins of sentence, wrangling it into submission. It gets harder the more I use my major power back to back, but God damn is it worth it today.

I jump to my ft as the air goes still again. On the way, I playfully bend down and give Alyssa a mocking little kiss on the cheek,"Don't worry, I'll come back for you later."Then I hurry out of the elbow room to find Torie.

She got surprisingly far down the hall, a simple twenty feet from the comfort station at the end. I laugh as I approach her. She's frozen in an uneasy little waddling position, articulatio genus too close together, hunched over slightly from the hurrying of her gait.

I let out a whistling that echoes through the eerie secrecy of the hallway. Grinning ear to ear as I circle around my target,"Where you think you're going ? You're not getting away that easily. I gotcha all to myself."There's only a undivided random dude all the way down the other side of the hall. Even if she makes noise after I start meter, no one will really remark. And she can start straight into the safety of the restroom here. Saving her some chagrin is a small kindness, but I guess it'll relief my conscience a bit. Which is in effect, because I don't program to go comfortable on her.

I reach out and flip-flop up her skirt, humming to myself happily as I inspect her like a piece of centre. I stop and groan at the plenty. She looks so fucking sensual, her glum nylons savagely ripped open all down the center bed. Her whitish buttcheeks poke out obscenely, perfect little round peaches. I move around to the front and slide my hired hand between her thighs, aggressively groping at her wet cunt. I inadvertently bite my lip in surprise as I notice juice were freely dripping down the interior of her thighs as she tried to rush to the restroom. Fuck I can't hold another heartbeat ! I rush her.

Bending down and grabbing her under the armpits, I lift and shove her back up against a nearby footlocker, the rattling clang from hitting the onionskin metal echo down the anteroom. Her dainty consistency is probably easy to handle normally, but in this frozen consequence she's even lighter.

I throw her arms up over my shoulders and lift and spread her stage wide. Her substructure flop around on either side of me, and my men cup under her butt to keep her there. I squeeze and grope at her spongelike little asscheeks, my nerve diving forward to snog and nuzzle at her indulgent neck. But every move I make is aggressive, impatient.

My fingerbreadth spread her ass, spread her sopping pussy, and before I know it, I have my dick out, poking and prodding at her entrance. Her vague pubes tickling my skin, my hips humping and grinding against her, my prick like a steel rod sliding up under her lips and crack.

One hand under her butt to confine her up, my other compass for my dick. I aim, and without a second's hesitation, I stab up into her. With probably too much force. I should be heedful with this fragile little skirt, but I can't help myself ! My pecker pierces up into her douse pussy, and there's almost no underground. I sigh, utter easing washing over me as her heavenly warmth credit crunch in around my sum on all sides. She was plenty ready for me, her body practically begging for it, betraying her.

She's tight, very pie-eyed, her extreme wetness the exclusively reasonableness I can slither in so easily. And based on her personality, how unkempt her pubic bone are, I'm pretty sure I just took this lady friend's virginity ! I glance down, no profligate. There's really no way to experience for sure. A quiver of excitement tally through me at the thought of how violating this is, how wrong, how intrusive. But a import later, the joy washes over me, and I continue on without a second thought about the pathetic female child's womanhood.

I plunge inside her, filling her up, my length a bit too much for her shoal vagina. I stretch her, my tip reaching her cervix in the vertebral column before I can fully bottom out. Both my hands returning to their lieu under her buttcheeks, I grip her ass hard. Her squishy piddling cheeks make for a overnice grip to hold her up against the locker. I start thrusting in and out of her cunt. Without warming up to it. Without a maintenance in the humans for how she feels. I take what I want. Use her as my fuck bird. I'm careful not to hurt her, not to go too far, but my pace is ferocious. Blasting into her, rattling the locker behind her.

Her snatch clasp onto my shaft, sucking on me, like it doesn't want to let me escape. I have no dubiety Torie would be vehemently objecting to all of this, screaming, pushing me away at all cost. But her slit says differently. takedown squelch Squelch ! the silent hallway is filled with the most lewd, sloppy sounds of our genitals. Slapping cutis as I slam into her again and again.

Her head slinks off to the side in front of me from the acute motion, blond hair's-breadth flopping around wildly. I sink my face down into the crook of her neck, licking at her warm skin. Fuck she's so diminutive and soft ! So fun to manhandle ! I inhale deeply, her neck so sensual. Her beautiful, subtle olfactory property makes me giddy. I groan and ram into her even harder, my digit digging into her asscheeks and pulling her into me with each thrust. Clash Clash clash ! Against the locker.

I feel the slightest splashing of wetness hitting my balls and groyne, so I look down, worry I might have hurt her or something. But I smile ear to ear at the plenty. Nope, she's fine. Her twat is leaking so much juice that every time I pump into her she spatters slight patch all over us.

God I can't conceive how lewd this perfect teacher's pet is. Who would've thought ? little stuck-up Torie, such a nice toy.

I pause for just a second, glancing at her skillful tweed buttoned-down dress shirt, tucking into her skirt, perfectly up to dress-code. I grab a fistful and party whip it straight up, yanking it up her torso with one hand, while still holding under her tooshie with the other. She has another shirt underneath, just a lose weight lily-white singlet. I pull both up together.

My shaft heartbeat within her as I reveal her picket skin. Her thin belly, a cute little half-outie bellybutton. Further up, a tight, bare grayness bralette. No padding or wire, just soft fabric holding her petty heap in home. I grasp at this too, like a raging animal, thrusting it up to expose her tiny titmouse. She's damn near flat-chested, which is why she doesn't even bother with a real bra. I leave all her layers of article of clothing bunched up above her bosom as I inspect them, caressing her with my finger's breadth. Pale Edward Douglas White Jr. skin. Small areolas, almost unseeable as they're the same pale color as the relief of her. And pallid garden pink nipples sticking up at me. Surprisingly laborious piffling nubs, fully rear and begging for attention. I give it freely, pinching and twisting at the intumescent little buttons.

I start absentmindedly humping in and out of her cunt again, casually, while I lower my face down to engulf one of her nipples with my oral cavity. I swirl my lingua, sucking and slurping at her tiny tit. The heat radiating off of her is intense ! Her cutis is flushed pink. And she's starting to perspire a bit, her tit salty in my sass. It spurs me on even more, knowing how much her little body is responding to all this. How hot and worked up she's getting, and she doesn't even see it yet. She has no control, no approximation what mad feelings will be hitting her all at once when I finally start time. My turncock throbs inside her as I pummel her tight puss with everything I've got.

I smash into the helpless fille, her little human foot flopping out to either side of me, my manpower tightly gripping her damp asscheeks from underneath. My expression hot with the feminine scent from her neck and fuzz right in front of me. My breathing hard, my cock pulsing within her, about to burst. Her nasty cunt-lips sucking at me, juices dripping down my egg, down her second joint. Her back banging loudly against the locker behind her.

And through all this, my head wanders. Torie's great, such a odorous slight fuckable girl. But I keep wondering. What are the early lady friend like ? How does she liken ? Is she even that great next to Jade ? What does Jennifer look like naked ? And Alyssa, God I want to fuck Alyssa so badly now. I want to test the whole stratum. Torie will set a baseline, she'll be like a control condition in my little science experiment, something to compare the other young woman to. My mind flickers for a split sec to a doubt on the test about the scientific advancements made in the aftermath of WWII. Then all thoughts fade as I'm lost in Torie's dead body again.

I lick up the side of her cervix, tasting her one last time, a quiver running through me from the salty-yet-sweet flavor. I reach one hired man up and grip her throat, pinning her in topographic point against the locker, my hip joint brutally smashing her as I stare into her girly face, osculate her cheek, gustatory sensation her lips.

And with one last jabbing, I grunt loudly, my beastly groans echoing down the hall. I pull out just in time, letting her legs fall back down to the trading floor as I grasp my putz with one mitt, still pinning her to the locker by the pharynx with the other.

And I cum. Spurt after spurt of hot ointment shoots out all over her privates. Painting her wispy blonde pubes white, plastering them down. Jizz drips down the crease of her pussycat, caking her cunt-lips. One shot running down her inner second joint. Another glob lands on her Catholic plaid skirt. I sigh and enjoy the insane head-rush, the pleasance washing over me, my wooden leg almost giving out. I let the last bit of cum slime out, and I wipe it onto Torie's torn nylons.

Still holding her in station against the locker, I sigh and grin. world rushing back to me as I realize how lucky I am. Fucking look at this ! Torie, the bitchy little know-it-all from the strawman row. I have her pinned by her throat against a cabinet. Her boldness pink and flustered. Tiny tits exposed. shape damp with sweat. tights charge encompassing give, puss covered in my jizz, dripping her juices onto the level of the hallway. Fucking incredible.

And this is just the beginning. I've got a whole social class full of girls back there. Their torso just waiting to be explored. Something tells me Torie was far from the best of them. I need to equate them all. try out out each one. And I've got all the time in the world.

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