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disavowal

I 'm just trying to serve with these disavowal ! I don't want to spring affair on anyone. My penning is SUPPOSED to be sodding and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to indite ! You SHOULD feel icky reading it ! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted scoundrel. I do not condone any of the thing I write about !

All character are 18+. This is a workplace of fabrication. Any resemblance to events, locale, or persons living or utter is purely coincidental.

voodoo / word of advice

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

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

-Gross Sniffing / degustation

-Bit of foot hoodoo

-Cruelty and humiliation

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Timestop : The Class test

The restful silence threatened to tranquillise us back to catch some Z's. The trance-inducing ticking of the clock above the instructor's desk in the forepart only served as a constant reminder that it was 8:13 in the roll in the hay morning. elder yr. Monday chronicle course of instruction. And it was one of the hardest tests of the twelvemonth. A tediously in-depth test of the aftermath of World War II. A fun topic normally, but made impossibly abstruse by Mr. Lewandowski. In hindsight it becomes pretty intelligible that teachers thought it was a prank. A coordinated effort to get out of class.

For twelvemonth after I was gone, off to college, even after that, the male child of the school immortalized the escort. Celebrating it every twelvemonth. Calling it ‘ Oh-Day ’. A day for teasing little girl behind instructor'rachis. Moaning in the middle of form. 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 thank God. I don't know why I got so rash that day. I mean, I was usually so heedful back then, so hesitating to use my power around masses I know. Usually avoiding gummy situations like this. But it was just one of those days I guess. I couldn't take it anymore.

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Someone's stomach gurgles. Someone snort at the noise. Pencils scratching away at paper. It's so goddamn tranquillise, I'm practically worried the great unwashed will hear my thought. Because I'm definitely not thinking about this test.

How could I ? Right as I had entered the class, on the way to my desk in the back, I walked past Alyssa. The miss that sits in front of me every day. The live female child in class. My braggy crunch. She had just sat down, was getting settled, and her Catholic tartan annulus caught on her seat. Her leg were surface slightly, and I saw way up her thighs before she adjusted herself.

Now I'm just sitting here with that icon burned into my brain, ten minutes into this damn mental test, still staring at the first dullard question.

I keep glancing up at the backbone of her capitulum in front of me. She leans back. Her straight, light brown hair nearly whipping me in the human face like it always does. She's the eccentric of female child who has to make a wholly matter out of putting her hair up, stretching and showing off as she ties virtually of it into her cute, signature tune ponytail that leaves silky strands draping down on either side of her face.

God, these desks are so small, she's so close. Smells so fucking skilful. Her tall, lean organic structure begging to get grabbed from behind. Her polo unvarying shirt hugs her gymnastic form tightly. The soft white cotton clinging to her perky piffling mamilla and elegant curved shape. Shit, now I have a boner. I try to centre on something else to get my brain off her. I notice another girl, loose woman, in the row next to us. Her pegleg. perfective tense creamy tegument. Fuck. This test is never happening.

I could so easily take everything I want the right way now. Freeze everyone and explore the stratum to my substance's content. But I have to refrain. It's so easy to get carried away, make mistakes. It ends badly sometimes. Just last month, a fille from my math class switched schools after freaking out so much in the heart of class from what I secretly did to her. No one knew what happened, but I can't keep being so careless.

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

Fuck it. I look around to make sure no one's looking, and then I gaze at the clock on the wall above the chalkboard. I concentrate, straining. The bridge player on the clock slows. A fop following to me starts to yawn loudly… But he never stops, the sharp intake of breathing place becomes a drawn-out snort. The clock occlusive. And the humans goes mum. The slim ringing in my spike and my thumping heart are the lonesome sounds remaining. I glance around and smile.

My eyes examine every particular of my milieu. I need to form a mental billet of the attitude of everything. Need to yield everything to where it was before I start time again. Or at least close enough that multitude can believe they imagined any slight differences.

I try to persist patient, footstep myself. I've got mess of clock time after all. But my pith is racing, my breathing intemperate with anticipation. The upheaval of being capable to do anything I want is overmaster. That girl over there. And that female child 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 echoes through the silent way broad of people that can't hear me as I reach forward and grab Alyssa's ponytail, pulling her toward me. With time stopped, she moves a bit well-fixed than she would normally. Her back archway over the desk connected to my seat. Holding her capitulum in both hand, turning her facial expression up and to the slope, I lean forward and immediately maul her with my back talk, as if it's the most natural matter in the human race. As if I own her.

I taste her easygoing sassing, coated in girly lipgloss that gives her a juicy spirit. My lingua driving straight into her back talk, swirling around and violating her. So this is what it's like to induce out with Alyssa ! Her gross, model-like features patiently allowing the treatment. carriage frozen exactly where I position her. Her piercing commons centre stare blankly, surrounded by sexy fatal makeup that comes to trivial winged dot at the end to present her an edgy, striking appearing. Clearly against our Catholic school day uniform policy, but she gets away with it. I kiss and lick all across her expression. Her lightly tanned skin, a bit shining with the perfect amount of sparkly makeup. The diminutive spattering of cute little freckles on her cheeks. Damn, she even tastes good. The blistering girl in the grade, just leaning back casually. Oblivious to what I'm doing to her.

My prick throbs painfully against my pants. I pull away from Alyssa's sweet brim, panting. I shove her forward again, then angle down and attend underneath my desk, right at her ass. God I've wanted to do this for so long ! I reach out and dig her butt from the opening in the back of her arse. Every roll in the hay day, I have to be so damn careful not to bump her with my knees as I tentatively navigate into this lilliputian desk that isn't quite big enough for a luxuriously school day senior guy. I squeeze hard. It's so indulgent ! Even through her tartan skirt, I can experience her passion, faintly make out the human body 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 mo, deciding what to do. The existence is mine to enjoy. No one can see or try me. I'm destitute to be as weird 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 pupil struggle with his test. I find what I'm looking for and give back to the spine of the year. As I go, I keep looking around the room with a altogether new perspective. Jennifer, Maria, maybe even Simone. I can have all of them ! Ok, breathe, one at a time.

I return to Alyssa, heart beating out of my pectus as I gaze down at the gorgeous girlfriend. I kneel on the hard floor,"God I can't believe I'm doing this !"I whisper under my breathing spell. On my hands and knees, I crawl up under her desk, slowly delving into her. My manus feel her white knee-high socks as I open her legs and swivel her toward the aisle a bit to derive entree. I get hunched down low on the floor, scooting in snug. With no one around to estimate me, I don't even manage how fucking pervy this is. There's something about knowing no one's watching. You stop being self-aware. You're gratuitous to be strange and utter and uninhibited. I have a utter sort of privacy, in this completely public classroom.

My hands slide up her pure tone pegleg, lifting her tartan doll to reveal more and more of her thighs. The Lapp tan skin-tone all the way up. My cheek between her legs now, I turn to the side and kiss her warm peel. She's tilt and athletic, but the inside of her second joint are as soft as can be. Her aphrodisiac scent, pampered and feminine, makes me lightheaded with arousal.

I've dreamed of exploring this miss. Every day, forced to sit behind my crush. She wants nothing to do with most guys, except the very very favourable few. Might not even know I exist. She's totally off-limits. But every damn day, glimpse of her legs, her pilus and cervix, right in front of me. That aphrodisiac giggle. Her tight clothes.

I continue further, my pass fully under her doll now. And there before me, pastel garden pink scanty. My cock twitches in my trouser as I gasp and stare for what seems like minutes. A petite airstrip of textile is all that separates me from this girl's pussy.

Then I dive forward without a second thought, pressing my side right into her private parts. Feeling the soft textile on my mouthpiece and nose, the warmness radiating from beneath. Her sleek second joint hugging my brass on either side. And her scent all around me. It's nothing in particular, just a girly scent you'd encounter in some trendy teen store at a mall. But my mind is being strangled by it. I inhale deeply, breathing in Alyssa's genital organ. Rubbing my fount around, suffocating myself with her.

I back off a bit, catching my breathing space, then reach down and rip up the pair of scissors I had retrieved from Mr. L's desk. I run the penetrative point slowly along her second joint, bunching her chick up out of the way and caressing her warm leg and hip with my free handwriting as I go. I wiggle the dot of the scissor grip under the delicate pink fabric, admiring the simple yet aphrodisiacal low-rise-style pantie. Snip ! Right on the side, on her hip. The material relaxes, no longer tight, but stays intact, still covering her. I slide the scissors on the early side. clip !

The panty now loosely cover her. Holding my intimation, my heart racing, I slowly grab the fabric and pull it away, then tug it sharply out from under her goat. My heart go wide as I reveal the most internal area of the raging girl in the year. Against her will. Under her desk. Head between her leg. My face inches away from her bare pussy. And she has no idea.

A gentle scent hits me first. Completely pleasant, a deliquium musk of femininity. I shudder in fervour. And the raft ! Fucking underworld. Tan line of business reveal pale tegument, cut off from a bikini no dubiousness. Not a hair in sight. Immaculately pampered and sporting. She takes so much care in her appearance, even down here. Her outer labia is bouffant, a shade darker than the comely hide around it. And between this, her little interior lip poke out. Dark garden pink petal, splaying outward externally a bit. And beneath it all, cupping nicely from underneath, her buttcheeks smushed outward onto the surd bum under her. God, I couldn't want this girl any more right now.

And I'm starting to think her physical structure wants this too. A slight glistening of moisture coats her snatch lips, probably from all the aid I've given her. I can only suppose what she'll feel when I start time. I reach out and feel everything, running my hands along her inner thigh, pinching at her flaccid outer labia, spreading her afford and shut a few times with my fingers. A soft, sticky Click Click sound as her puss winks at me. I sigh in staring bliss, then diving in.

She tastes tart, a sharpness that makes my mouth pucker as I begin licking and kissing her little cunt. I tug on her lips with my own. Dig my tongue as deep as I can into her hole, the meanness such a struggle to invade. I breathe in her scent, air hissing through my nose as I fervently suck and swirl through her folds. Faster and faster, my back talk devouring her in a delirium of lust. But not with the distinctive pleasure-giving movements. I do this for myself, to taste her, explore her. What she feels doesn't matter.

It's impossible to tell how hanker I've been at her privates. After a while, I need a breath. I sit back, panting. poise air so refreshing on my face after so yearn under her skirt, engulfed by her stifling thigh and pussy.

I stare up at Alyssa as I catch my breathing place, licking her feeling from my rim, reveling in how perfect this moment is. She's so unfairly pretty, so popular, ‘ out of my conference ’. She would never allow any of this. But I can explore every inch of her, and she can't do a thing about it. I glance around the room from where I sit on the story under her desk. It makes me question how she compares to the early lady friend. No one is off limitation to me.

Like Torie, at the front of our row. I stuff Alyssa's panties in my air hole, along with the scissor grip, and header toward the forepart of the class.

The straitlaced little teacher's pet is wintry partway through finishing her tryout. perfective tense moving ridge of raw blond pilus flow down to just above her shoulder joint, a simple little headband holding it all out of her bespectacled nerve, efficiently. Such a petite girl for her age. short circuit and kickshaw. Seemingly flat-chested under her white conservative garb shirt. Kind of baby-faced, yet with a permanent stern expression that says she's more grow and just overall a bit better than everyone else. Her score do run to reinforce that notion I guess.

While Torie always seems a bit bitchy, glaring over her glasses, I don't dislike her. In fact, I've always had a bit of a crush on her. If anyone has to be the know-it-all always raising their hand and speaking up in class, I'm glad it's her. Her cute, squealing phonation and delicate features are always fun to look up to from the back of the room. And now, kneeling down and crawling around at her feet like a nooky perv, I have to hold I like her more than I ever thought possible !

With raft of room to work with since she's in the front row, I crawl up to her ramification, invading her personal space and groping her up and down. She's one of the few girls who goes through the hassle of wearing nylons, and I can see why. They give her the mature, sophisticated show she's clearly going for. I rub my face along the smooth material, hugging my weapon system around her wooden leg and squishing her calf. She's thin and fit, but not acrobatic at all. Every inch of her seems to be pliable and fragile.

She has such a subtle, mellifluous scent. Not at all perfumed or attention-grabbing like Alyssa, just clean, soapy, and fresh. A sinlessness that makes me want to ravage her for some ground, damp her in a bit.

Sitting under Torie's desk, I grab one of her pes and blister off the unsubdivided shameful flat she wears. God, her foot looks so cute in these tights. I lift it to my face, rubbing her sole up and down my nose and mouth, feeling the smooth nylon on my tegument, inhaling her tone. A wind of exertion, but that's it. This young lady is so pristine, literally from head to toe. At this point I'm practically hoping to find some sorting of fault on this gross piddling angel.

My hands fly up and roughly pry her stifle apart, my face shooting forward under her tartan annulus. I throw her legs up over my shoulder joint and hug my blazonry around her butt, pulling her in her hindquarters toward me as darkness envelopes my headspring. Nylon-covered internal thighs rub against my face, and I nuzzle my nose into her little genitals. more of her subtle scent.

My pulsing cock makes me impatient to disclose this tightly wound kickshaw goody. So I throw her wench up out of the way, stopping for a consequence to admire the sight of her sour tights clinging to her midget image, teasing at what's beneath. I groan with prediction, my hands reaching out in hurriedness to clumsily provoke and wedge everything in sight. There's a svelte high temperature radiating from her kitty. I need to get at it, now.

I grab and Rip ! savagely at the silk stocking, opening up a hole in the genitals. Revealing USN blue framework beneath. I tear the tights more, caring less and less about keeping things tidy, and the totally icon is suddenly exposed. Creamy White River inner thighs. short sick buttcheeks smushed down onto the seat underneath her. And a sexy night blue thong, totally at betting odds with her no-nonsense, innocent persona.

I laugh out loud,"Seriously, Torie ? ! Look at what you're hiding under here !"She might just wear them for comfort or to enshroud panty-lines, but there's also the sense that she gets some form of secret womanly confidence from them.

Then without a instant's indisposition, I grab the scissor hold from my vertebral column pocket and quickly cut both sides of the tiny panties, tugging them roughly away from the female child. Leaving only a gaping pickle in her black nylons, and her full crotch fully exposed before my eyes.

Torie's kitty-cat is compact and small-scale. Almost cute, except for the wispy small blonde hairs that sporadically cover her crotch. The pubic region are thin and thin, but she doesn't shave or even trim them at all. Finally, an area she doesn't pay such meticulous aid to. A pale, almost crude sight, clearly not think of to be seen or played with like this. Of course this is true for anyone's private region. No one really starts their day expecting the kid at the back of the class to end up face-first in their goofball. But unlike Alyssa, Torie seems so far removed from even considering that anyone will be seeing her kitty, that keeping it tidy doesn't even traverse her psyche. The unbelievable intellection of going where no man has gone before, the thought of how proscribed and intrusive this is. The jar, the humiliation she would feel from being so exposed. I run my fingers through her wild, unkempt whiskers, casually invading her sacred privacy.

rightfulness in the center, a cute little slit. Her spongy outer labia completely hides the inner lips. I use both thumbs to open her spread out, exposing the inner faithful. Delicate, small letter, light pink lip contribution slowly before me.

My mouth salivates at the sight, and I can't resist any farsighted. I rest my Chin on the seat of her chair and push my brim to her puss, avoiding the little hairs as beneficial I can. My eyes widen as I notice how sticky 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. It's sour, almost too much. I dig in deeper. Thick fluids, a tangy flavor overwhelms me immediately. I wrap my branch around her butt, pulling her into my aspect, fully exploring her vagina. God, she's so wet already ! As I lick and kiss, I can feel her dampening, oozing Thomas More of her feminine juices out onto my spit and chin. Oddly she doesn't have much of a scent though. Still more of her subtle soapiness, with a hint of sour.

I suck and lap for a few ‘ minutes ’, until it becomes almost too much. 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 frozen little teacher's pet sitting above me, I rub at my cock over my pants and nuzzle up to a subdued thigh next to me. I can't believe I get to do this ! Torie, the picayune blond skirt in the front row. Leaking her sticky juices all over me.

Backing out from under the desk, I decide it's prison term to see Alyssa's and Torie's chemical reaction. But first, I need to clean up real quick. I stand and carefully reposition Torie as closely as I can to how I remember her. I gather the scanty and scissor hold, and walk back to Alyssa. Leaning down over her, I grab her head teacher in both script and rub my face back and forth all over hers, wiping off all Torie's tangy succus across Alyssa's mouth and nose. My cock swells painfully against my pants from the shenanigan, the depravity. Then I hastily return her to how she originated.

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

dorsum in my seat, I try to sit so my boner isn't obvious, then concentrate on the clock and release my grip on time.

The human beings snaps back into move, all the typically ignored speech sound like air conditioning and the subtle movement from scholarly person is almost sweep over compared to the stillness of flash-frozen 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 brassy yelping of surprise that makes half the class jump and look up from their tests.

Alyssa work shift in her seat, pressing her legs together and glancing down at her lap. Luckily for her, Torie is drawing everyone's attention. I peek my nous into the gangway to get a good look at the petite blonde.

"What the screwing ! ?"She yells, whipping around to accuse something of Joe, the guy sitting behind her. somebody pant. We've never heard her oath like that ! Her expression is flushed brightly pink, and I'm the only one who knows how practically it matches the coloration of the little sopping pussy hidden beneath her annulus. I lick my backtalk, secretly still able to sample her succus while everyone looks at her. I smile to myself, watching her anger dissolve into confusion as she realizes she's making a scene, realizes Joe looks just as confused as her. Everyone in the stratum is staring at her awkwardly. She pushes up her ice, adorably embarrassed.

"Torie ? Joe ? What's the matter ?"Mr. Lewandowski demands, frowning over his glasses. Someone susurration something from the other side of the way, and a few people giggle quietly in response to whatever joke they made. It was probably a crude joke, knowing the immature fry in my class, but fiddling do they have sex the truth is probably cruder.

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

I try to make up one's mind my adjacent move as I watch Alyssa continue to wrestle in front man of me. She discretely wipes at her mouth as she notices something wet, something tangy on her boldness. No one seems to notice except me. She leans down to get a tissue out of her bag under her desk, a look of disgust and disarray on her fairly brass. As she moves around, I catch a whiff of her unfermented fragrance like I do every day sitting this end to her. That girly perfume. But something else too. The manifest musk of pussy ! I grin, glancing around the room. Everyone is too distracted still. No one else smells. No one has a clue about her wet twat under her desk. About the panties hidden in my bag. About the flavor on my tongue.

"Ok, ok ! Everyone back to work !"Mr. L sternly hushes the mumbling students, and the elbow room goes serenity. I give it a minute, letting everyone pass their tending to their papers, letting Torie get further down the hall on her way to the restroom. When I unfreeze metre again, it helps if no one is looking at anyone I might act. And it helps to have Torie well out of earshot in case she makes a scenery 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 import and then stare at the clock for concentration. I feel that familiar spirit fatiguing strain as I pull on the reins of fourth dimension, wrangling it into submission. It gets strong the more I use my ability back to back, but God damn is it worth it today.

I jump to my infantry as the air goes still again. On the way, I playfully bend down and fall in Alyssa a taunting little kiss on the cheek,"Don't trouble, I'll come back for you later."Then I hurry out of the room to rule Torie.

She got surprisingly far down the hall, a simple XX feet from the restroom at the end. I laugh as I approach her. She's frozen in an awkward little waddling stance, knees too close together, hunched over slightly from the speed of her gait.

I let out a whistle that echoes through the eerie quiet of the hallway. Grinning ear to ear as I circle around my prey,"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 time, no one will really remark. And she can jump straight into the safety of the public lavatory here. Saving her some chagrin is a small kindness, but I guess it'll simplicity my conscience a bit. Which is good, because I don't plan to go easygoing on her.

I reach out and alternate up her skirt, humming to myself happily as I inspect her like a art object of heart. I stop and groan at the quite a little. She looks so fucking carnal, her wickedness nylons savagely ripped open all down the nitty-gritty seam. Her whitish buttcheeks poke out obscenely, perfect little round Prunus persica. I move around to the front and slide my deal between her thigh, aggressively groping at her wet snatch. I inadvertently bite my lip in surprise as I notice juices were freely dripping down the inside of her second joint as she tried to race to the toilet facility. Fuck I can't wait another heartbeat ! I rush her.

bending down and grabbing her under the axillary cavity, I lift and shove her spinal column up against a nearby locker, the rattling clank from hitting the flimsy metallic element echoes down the hall. Her dainty body is probably gentle to palm normally, but in this frozen import she's even lighter.

I throw her arms up over my shoulder joint and elevation and spread her legs wide. Her feet flop around on either English of me, and my hired man cup under her backside to hold her there. I squeeze and grope at her squishy little asscheeks, my face diving forward to kiss and nose at her lenient neck. But every move I make is belligerent, impatient.

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

One hired man under her butt to hold her up, my former reaches for my hawkshaw. I aim, and without a moment's hesitation, I stab up into her. With probably too much military unit. I should be careful with this fragile little skirt, but I can't help myself ! My cock pierces up into her sopping pussy, and there's almost no electrical resistance. I sigh, stark easing washing over me as her heavenly lovingness squeeze in around my essence on all incline. She was plenty ready for me, her consistence practically begging for it, betraying her.

She's tight, very wet, her utmost wetness the only understanding I can slide in so easily. And based on her personality, how unkempt her pubes are, I'm pretty sure I just took this fille's virginity ! I glance down, no blood. There's really no way to know for sure. A frisson of excitement trial through me at the view of how violating this is, how awry, how intrusive. But a moment later, the pleasure washes over me, and I continue on without a second thought about the poor girl's womanhood.

I plunge inside her, filling her up, my length a bit too a lot for her shoal vagina. I stretch her, my tip reaching her neck in the backbone before I can fully penetrate out. Both my hired man returning to their place under her buttcheeks, I grip her ass hard. Her spongelike short brass make for a nice handle to admit her up against the footlocker. I start thrusting in and out of her cunt. Without warming up to it. Without a care in the world for how she feels. I take what I want. Use her as my fuck chick. I'm careful not to offend her, not to go too far, but my pace is blast. Blasting into her, rattling the locker behind her.

Her pussy clench onto my ray, sucking on me, like it doesn't want to let me run. I have no doubt Torie would be vehemently objecting to all of this, screaming, pushing me away at all cost. But her cunt says differently. Squelch Squelch Squelch ! the silent hall is filled with the most libidinous, sloppy sound of our genitals. Slapping peel as I slam into her again and again.

Her principal slinks off to the position in front of me from the acute motion, blonde hair flopping around wildly. I sink my face down into the crook of her neck, licking at her warm skin. roll in the hay she's so diminutive and delicate ! So fun to manhandle ! I inhale deeply, her neck so carnal. Her beautiful, subtle olfactory modality makes me light-headed. I groan and ram into her even harder, my finger's breadth digging into her asscheeks and pulling her into me with each jab. skirmish Clash brush ! Against the locker.

I feel the slightest splattering of wetness hitting my musket ball and groin, so I look down, worried I might experience hurt her or something. But I smile ear to ear at the deal. Nope, she's mulct. Her slit is leaking so much succus that every time I pump into her she spatters little bit all over us.

God I can't believe how obscene this utter instructor's pet is. Who would've thought ? short stuck-up Torie, such a nice toy.

I pause for just a second, glancing at her nice white button-down clothes shirt, tucking into her skirt, perfectly up to dress-code. I grab a smattering and party whip it straight up, yanking it up her torso with one manus, while still holding under her butt with the other. She has another shirt underneath, just a thin out Andrew Dickson White singlet. I pull both up together.

My dick pulses within her as I reveal her pale skin. Her lose weight belly, a cute little half-outie bellybutton. Further up, a tight, simpleton Robert Gray bralette. No padding or wires, just flabby material holding her little mounds in place. I grasp at this too, like a raging animal, thrusting it up to reveal her tiny tits. She's tinker's damn near flat-chested, which is why she doesn't even bother with a real bra. I leave all her layers of clothing bunched up above her pinhead as I inspect them, caressing her with my fingers. Pale ashen skin. Small areolas, almost invisible as they're the Sami pale color as the remainder of her. And pale pink nipple sticking up at me. Surprisingly hard trivial nub, fully erect and begging for attending. I give it freely, pinching and twisting at the puffy piddling buttons.

I start absentmindedly humping in and out of her cunt again, casually, while I lower my face down to engulf one of her tit with my mouth. I swirl my tongue, sucking and slurping at her tiny tit. The heat radiating off of her is vivid ! Her cutis is flushed pink. And she's starting to perspire a bit, her tit salty in my oral cavity. 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 realize it yet. She has no control, no idea what mad impression will be hitting her all at once when I finally start metre. My cock throbbing inside her as I pummel her tight pussycat with everything I've got.

I smash into the helpless lady friend, her little metrical unit flopping out to either face of me, my hands tightly gripping her mute asscheeks from underneath. My face hot with the womanly smell from her neck and hair right in front of me. My breathing with child, my hammer pulse within her, about to erupt. Her fast cunt-lips suck at me, juices dripping down my orb, down her thighs. Her back banging loudly against the storage locker behind her.

And through all this, my mind wanders. Torie's with child, such a unfermented little fuckable miss. But I keep wondering. What are the other daughter like ? How does she compare ? Is she even that great next to Jade ? What does Jennifer look like naked ? And Alyssa, God I want to bed Alyssa so badly now. I want to test the unanimous class. Torie will set a baseline, she'll be like a ascendency in my little scientific discipline experiment, something to compare the other little girl to. My thinker flickers for a separate second to a question on the mental test about the scientific progress made in the aftermath of WWII. Then all thinking fade as I'm lost in Torie's consistency again.

I lick up the side of her cervix, tasting her one cobbler's last time, a frisson running through me from the salty-yet-sweet look. I reach one hand up and spellbind her pharynx, pinning her in place against the locker, my hip joint brutally smashing her as I stare into her girly aspect, buss her cheek, taste her lips.

And with one final examination thrust, I grunt loudly, my beastly groans echoing down the manor hall. I pull out just in prison term, letting her legs shine back down to the floor as I grasp my turncock with one hand, still pinning her to the locker by the throat with the other.

And I cum. squirt after spirt of hot emollient shoots out all over her crotch. Painting her wispy blonde pubes Edward D. White, plastering them down. Jizz drips down the crease of her pussy, caking her cunt-lips. One shot running down her intimate thigh. Another glob lands on her Catholic plaid doll. I sigh and enjoy the insane head-rush, the pleasure washing over me, my legs almost giving out. I let the last bit of cum ooze out, and I wipe it onto Torie's deplume nylons.

Still holding her in situation against the locker, I sigh and smile. Reality rushing back to me as I realize how lucky I am. Fucking smell at this ! Torie, the bitchy little know-it-all from the front row. I have her pinned by her throat against a locker. Her boldness pink and flustered. lilliputian tits exposed. Flesh dampness with sweat. Tights torn wide open, cunt covered in my jizz, dripping her juices onto the story of the hallway. Fucking incredible.

And this is just the beginning. I've got a whole class wide-cut of daughter back there. Their soundbox just waiting to be explored. Something tells me Torie was far from the easily of them. I need to compare them all. Test out each one. And I've got all the time in the world.

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