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I 'm just trying to aid with these disclaimers ! I don't want to resile things on anyone. My piece of writing is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to indite ! You SHOULD feel icky reading it ! I try to cower myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted scoundrel. I do not excuse any of the affair I write about !

All eccentric are 18+. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / admonition

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

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

-Gross Sniffing / taste

-Bit of metrical foot Fetish

-Cruelty and humiliation

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Timestop : The form test

The reposeful silence threatened to lull us back to sleep. The trance-inducing ticking of the clock above the instructor's desk in the front only served as a constant reminder that it was 8:13 in the fucking morning. Senior twelvemonth. Monday History social class. And it was one of the knockout tests of the year. A tediously in-depth examination of the aftermath of World War II. A fun theme normally, but made impossibly abstruse by Mr. Lewandowski. In hindsight it becomes pretty intelligible that teachers thought it was a prank. A coordinated endeavor to get out of class.

For years after I was gone, off to college, even after that, the boy of the school immortalized the appointment. Celebrating it every year. Calling it ‘ Oh-Day ’. A day for teasing fille behind teachers'vertebral column. Moaning in the heart of classes. 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 heedless that day. I mean, I was usually so careful back then, so hesitant to use my king around hoi polloi I know. Usually avoiding sticky situations like this. But it was just one of those days I guess. I couldn't take it anymore.

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soul's tum gurgles. soul snickers at the racket. Pencils scratching away at paper. It's so deuced lull, I'm practically worried people will hear my thoughts. 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 girl that sits in front of me every day. The hottest little girl in social class. My biggest jam. She had just sat down, was getting settled, and her Catholic plaid skirt caught on her ass. 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 nous, ten minutes into this damned test, still staring at the offset stupid question.

I keep glancing up at the back of her header in front of me. She leans back. Her straight, easy brown hair nearly whipping me in the face like it always does. She's the type of female child who has to make a whole thing out of putting her hair up, stretching and showing off as she ties to the highest degree 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 unspoilt. Her tall, lean body begging to get grabbed from tail. Her polo uniform shirt hugs her athletic mannequin tightly. The soft white cotton plant clinging to her perky piddling tits and elegant curves. Shit, now I have a boner. I try to focus on something else to get my brain off her. I notice another girl, hack, in the row next to us. Her branch. perfective creamy tegument. Fuck. This test is never happening.

I could so easily take everything I want right now. Freeze everyone and explore the social class to my heart's subject. But I have to refrain. It's so easy to get carried away, make misunderstanding. It ends badly sometimes. Just finis month, a young woman from my maths class switched schools after freaking out so much in the eye 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 beat under my desk.

Fuck it. I look around to create certain no one's looking, and then I gaze at the clock on the bulwark above the chalkboard. I concentrate, straining. The hand on the clock slows. A dude next to me starts to gape loudly… But he never stops, the sharp aspiration of breath becomes a drawn-out hissing. The clock closure. And the world goes unsounded. The slight ringing in my ears and my thumping heart are the alone sounds remaining. I glance around and smile.

My optic examine every item of my surroundings. I need to make up a genial note of the position of everything. Need to come back everything to where it was before I start meter again. Or at least closing enough that people can think they imagined any slight differences.

I try to remain patient, pace myself. I've got plenty of clock time after all. But my heart is racing, my breathing heavy with anticipation. The turmoil of being able to do anything I want is overtake. That young woman over there. And that fille too. And Alyssa. Mine for as long as I want.

"I can't bring it. I've waited too long for this. Come here,"my voice echoes through the silent room wide-cut of hoi polloi that can't get a line me as I reach forward and grab Alyssa's ponytail, pulling her toward me. With meter stopped, she moves a bit well-heeled than she would normally. Her spinal column arches over the desk connected to my seat. Holding her head in both hands, turning her face up and to the side, I lean forward and immediately maul her with my mouth, as if it's the most rude thing in the existence. As if I own her.

I taste her soft lips, coated in girly lipgloss that gives her a juicy facial expression. My spit driving straight into her sass, swirling around and violating her. So this is what it's like to make out with Alyssa ! Her perfect, model-like feature patiently allowing the discussion. posture frozen exactly where I placement her. Her piercing honey oil heart gaze blankly, surrounded by sexy black makeup that comes to little winged dot at the end to yield her an edgy, striking appearing. Clearly against our catholic school uniform policy, but she gets away with it. I kiss and lick all across her typeface. Her lightly tanned skin, a bit shiny with the sodding amount of glittery makeup. The tiny spattering of cunning piffling freckles on her impertinence. shucks, she even tastes safe. The hottest girl in the class, just leaning back casually. oblivious to what I'm doing to her.

My cock throb painfully against my gasp. I pull away from Alyssa's sweet sass, 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 longsighted ! I reach out and grasp her butt from the orifice in the back of her fanny. Every fucking day, I have to be so damn careful not to bump her with my knees as I tentatively navigate into this fiddling desk that isn't quite big enough for a in high spirits school day senior guy. I squeeze hard. It's so soft ! Even through her tartan skirt, I can finger her warmth, faintly realize out the configuration 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 humanity is mine to enjoy. No one can see or see me. I'm loose to be as unearthly as I want !

I head to the battlefront 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 mental testing. I find what I'm looking for and return to the back of the course. As I go, I keep looking around the room with a solid new view. Jennifer, Maria, maybe even Simone. I can deliver 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 young woman. I kneel on the hard flooring,"God I can't believe I'm doing this !"I whisper under my hint. On my hands and knees, I crawl up under her desk, slowly delving into her. My handwriting feel her Stanford White knee-high socks as I open her ramification and pivot her toward the aisle a bit to attain access. I get hunched down low on the floor, scooting in close. With no one around to adjudicate me, I don't even care how do it pervy this is. There's something about knowing no one's watching. You stop being self-aware. You're innocent to be strange and gross and uninhibited. I have a gross sort of privacy, in this completely populace classroom.

My hands slide up her note legs, lifting her plaid chick to expose more than and Sir Thomas More of her thighs. The same tan skin-tone all the way up. My typeface between her legs now, I turn to the side and buss her warm skin. She's tip and athletic, but the interior of her thigh are as diffuse as can be. Her sexy odor, pampered and feminine, makes me dizzy with arousal.

I've dreamed of exploring this girl. Every day, forced to sit behind my crush. She wants nothing to do with most guy wire, except the very very lucky few. Might not even know I exist. She's totally off-limits. But every damn day, glance of her legs, her hair and neck, right in front of me. That sexy giggle. Her tight clothes.

I continue further, my principal fully under her chick now. And there before me, pastel pink step-in. My putz twitch in my knickers as I gasp and stare for what seems like arcminute. A tiny strip of textile is all that separates me from this girl's pussy.

Then I dive forward without a second persuasion, pressing my face right into her privates. Feeling the soft fabric on my mouth and nose, the warmth radiating from beneath. Her slick second joint hugging my impertinence on either English. And her olfactory property all around me. It's nothing in particular, just a girly aroma you'd encounter in some trendy adolescent memory board at a mall. But my mind is being strangled by it. I inhale deeply, breathing in Alyssa's crotch. Rubbing my face around, suffocating myself with her.

I back off a bit, catching my hint, then reach down and pull up the scissors I had retrieved from Mr. L's desk. I run the crisp point slowly along her second joint, bunching her bird up out of the way and caressing her warm leg and hip with my free handwriting as I go. I wiggle the point of the scissor hold under the delicate pinko fabric, admiring the dewy-eyed yet aphrodisiacal low-rise-style panties. clip ! Right on the face, on her hip. The cloth relaxes, no longer taut, but stays integral, still covering her. I slide the scissors on the other side of meat. snip !

The pantie now loosely compensate her. Holding my breath, my nerve racing, I slowly grab the fabric and pull it away, then tug it sharply out from under her butt. My heart go wide as I reveal the most intimate area of the blistering girl in the class. Against her will. Under her desk. Head between her legs. My face inches away from her bare pussy. And she has no idea.

A gentle olfactory property bang me first. Completely pleasant, a faint musk of muliebrity. I shudder in excitement. And the vision ! Fucking hell. Tan lines reveal pale skin, cut off from a bikini no question. Not a hair in passel. Immaculately pampered and clean. She takes so much forethought in her visual aspect, even down here. Her outer labia is turgid, a shadiness darker than the fairish skin around it. And between this, her little inner lips poke out. dark pinko petals, splaying outward externally a bit. And beneath it all, cupping nicely from underneath, her buttcheeks smushed outward onto the difficult can under her. God, I couldn't want this girl any to a greater extent right now.

And I'm starting to think her body wants this too. A fragile glistening of moisture coats her cunt lips, probably from all the attention I've given her. I can only imagine what she'll smell when I start clip. I reach out and feel everything, running my custody along her internal thigh, pinching at her soft outer labia, spreading her open and shut a few times with my fingers. A soft, steamy clink pawl sound as her pussy winks at me. I sigh in verbalize bliss, then dive in.

She tastes tart, a sharpness that makes my sassing ruck as I begin licking and kissing her piffling cunt. I tug on her back talk with my own. Dig my natural language as deep as I can into her cakehole, the tightness such a battle 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 mouth devouring her in a hysteria of lust. But not with the typical pleasure-giving campaign. I do this for myself, to smack her, explore her. What she feels doesn't matter.

It's impossible to tell how long I've been at her privates. After a while, I need a breather. I sit back, panting. Cool air so refreshing on my face after so foresightful under her skirt, engulfed by her stifling thighs and pussy.

I stare up at Alyssa as I catch my breath, licking her flavor from my lips, reveling in how perfect this import is. She's so unfairly pretty, so popular, ‘ out of my league ’. She would never allow for any of this. But I can explore every column inch of her, and she can't do a thing about it. I glance around the room from where I sit on the floor under her desk. It makes me wonder how she compares to the other missy. No one is off limits to me.

Like Torie, at the front end of our row. I stuff Alyssa's panties in my pocket, along with the scissor hold, and head toward the front of the class.

The prissy little teacher's pet is suspend partway through finishing her trial run. perfective tense Wave of natural blonde hair's-breadth flow down to just above her shoulder joint, a elementary footling headband holding it all out of her bespectacled face, efficiently. Such a petite girl for her age. Short and dainty. Seemingly flat-chested under her white button-down clothes shirt. Kind of baby-faced, yet with a permanent bottom formulation that says she's more mature and just overall a bit better than everyone else. Her grades do tend to reenforce that belief I guess.

While Torie always seems a bit cattish, glaring over her glassful, 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-all always raising their hired hand and speaking up in class, I'm glad it's her. Her cute, squealing voice and delicate feature film are always fun to look up to from the book binding of the room. And now, kneeling down and crawling around at her feet like a fucking perv, I have to admit I like her to a greater extent than I ever thought possible !

With stack of way to knead with since she's in the front row, I crawl up to her wooden leg, invading her personal distance and groping her up and down. She's one of the few lady friend who goes through the hassle of wearing nylons, and I can see why. They give her the mature, twist visual aspect she's clearly going for. I rub my face along the legato material, hugging my blazon around her legs and squishing her calves. She's lose weight and fit, but not athletic at all. Every inch of her seems to be fictile and fragile.

She has such a subtle, sweet-scented smell. Not at all perfumed or attention-grabbing like Alyssa, just plum, soapy, and tonic. A sinlessness that makes me want to devastate her for some reason, break her in a bit.

Sitting under Torie's desk, I grab one of her foundation and trounce off the simple blacken flatbed she wears. God, her foot looks so cute in these leotards. I lift it to my look, rubbing her fillet of sole up and down my nose and mouth, feeling the politic nylon on my skin, inhaling her odour. A mite of sweat, but that's it. This girl is so pristine, literally from head to toe. At this point I'm practically hoping to find some sort of flaw on this perfect little angel.

My script fly up and roughly pry her knees apart, my boldness shooting forward under her plaid chick. I throw her legs up over my shoulders and hug my coat of arms around her nates, pulling her in her seat toward me as darkness envelopes my headland. Nylon-covered inside thigh rub against my cheek, and I nuzzle my poke into her little crotch. More of her subtle scent.

My pulsing cock makes me impatient to expose this tightly wound treat dainty. So I throw her skirt up out of the way, stopping for a moment to admire the ken of her dark tights clinging to her petite human body, teasing at what's beneath. I groan with expectancy, my hands reaching out in haste to clumsily molest and mash everything in sight. There's a slight heat radiating from her pussy. I need to get at it, now.

I grab and Rip ! savagely at the nylon, opening up a golf hole in the genital organ. Revealing USN blue framework beneath. I tear the tights more, caring less and less about keeping things tidy, and the unit mental picture is suddenly exposed. Creamy Edward D. White inner thighs. Little blench buttcheeks smushed down onto the seat underneath her. And a sexy dark blue angel G-string, totally at odds with her no-nonsense, inexperienced person persona.

I laugh out loud,"Seriously, Torie ? ! spirit at what you're hiding under here !"She might just bear them for comfort or to hide panty-lines, but there's also the sense that she gets some sort of closed book womanly authority from them.

Then without a bit's hesitation, I grab the scissors from my back pocket and quickly cut both sides of the tiny panties, tugging them roughly away from the miss. Leaving only a yaw pickle in her blackened nylon stocking, and her entire privates fully exposed before my eyes.

Torie's pussy is heavyset and low. Almost cute, except for the dim little blond hairs that sporadically cover her crotch. The pubis are sparse and slim down, but she doesn't shave or even snip them at all. Finally, an region she doesn't pay such meticulous attending to. A pale, almost crude sight, clearly not meant to be seen or played with like this. Of course this is dead on target for anyone's individual surface area. No one really starts their day expecting the kid at the back of the course 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 pussy, that keeping it tidy doesn't even cross her mind. The incredible thought of going where no man has gone before, the thought of how foreclose and intrusive this is. The shock, the abasement she would feel from being so exposed. I run my digit through her waste, unkempt whiskers, casually invading her sacred privacy.

rightfulness in the core, a cute footling prick. Her spongy outer labia completely hides the privileged lip. I use both quarter round to spread her undecided, exposing the interior flock. Delicate, lower-case letter, light pink back talk voice slowly before me.

My backtalk salivates at the sight, and I can't resist any longer. I rest my chin on the tush of her chair and push my rim to her cunt, avoiding the footling tomentum as outflank I can. My eyes widen as I notice how mucilaginous 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 lingua out and taste. It's sour, almost too much. I dig in deeper. thick fluids, a lemonlike flavor overwhelms me immediately. I wrap my arms around her butt, pulling her into my fount, fully exploring her vagina. God, she's so wet already ! As I lick and kiss, I can finger her moistening, oozing more of her feminine juices out onto my spit and chin. Oddly she doesn't have much of a odorize though. Still more of her subtle soapiness, with a hint of sour.

I suck and lap for a few ‘ hour ’, until it becomes almost too much. She's not unpleasant at all, it's just… a lot. I shake my chief at how fascinatingly different missy can be. Glancing up at the rooted little instructor's pet sitting above me, I rub at my cock over my pants and nuzzle up to a soft thigh next to me. I can't believe I get to do this ! Torie, the piddling blonde chick in the movement row. Leaking her sticky juices all over me.

Backing out from under the desk, I decide it's fourth dimension to see Alyssa's and Torie's reactions. But kickoff, I need to pick up tangible quick. I stand and carefully dislodge Torie as closely as I can to how I remember her. I gather the panty and scissor grip, and walk back to Alyssa. Leaning down over her, I grab her head in both bridge player and rub my face back and forth all over hers, wiping off all Torie's tangy succus across Alyssa's mouthpiece and nose. My peter swells painfully against my trouser from the naughtiness, the depravity. Then I hastily return 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 sooner ?"I rush back to Torie and simulate her answers. There, at least I'll get some of this matter correct.

back in my seat, I try to sit so my bungle isn't obvious, then concentrate on the clock and release my traction on time.

The world snaps back into question, all the typically ignored sounds like air conditioning and the insidious movement from students is almost overwhelming compared to the stillness of frozen time.

And then it hits them.

Right in front of me, Alyssa makes a strange accidental croaky noise, and then stifles it, pretending to cough. Simultaneously, Torie at the front of the row lets out a loudly yip of surprise that makes half the class jump and look up from their tests.

Alyssa shifts 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 head into the aisle to get a honest face at the tiny blonde.

"What the nooky ! ?"She yells, whipping around to accuse something of Joe, the guy sitting behind her. soul gasps. We've never heard her cuss like that ! Her boldness is flushed bright pinko, and I'm the only one who knows how a great deal it matches the coloration of the lilliputian sopping pussy hidden beneath her skirt. I lick my lips, secretly still capable to try out her juices 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 fuddle as her. Everyone in the class 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 whispers something from the other side of the room, and a few people giggle quietly in reaction to whatever put-on they made. It was probably a crude joke, knowing the immature youngster in my class, but piffling do they have it off the trueness is probably cruder.

Torie's thorax is heaving, panic rising on her fluster 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 pupil. She gets up carefully and shuffles out of the room.

I try to decide my next motion as I watch Alyssa continue to squirm in straw man of me. She discretely wipes at her sassing as she notices something wet, something tangy on her facial expression. No one seems to comment except me. She leans down to get a tissue out of her bag under her desk, a feeling of disgust and confusion on her pretty face. As she moves around, I catch a whiff of her sweet perfume like I do every day sitting this close to her. That girly essence. But something else too. The manifest musk of cunt ! I grin, glancing around the room. Everyone is too distracted still. No one else smells. No one has a hint about her wet cunt under her desk. About the scanty hidden in my bag. About the flavor on my tongue.

"Ok, ok ! Everyone back to employment !"Mr. L sternly hushes the gumming students, and the room goes subdued. I give it a minute, letting everyone take back their aid to their papers, letting Torie get further down the Radclyffe Hall on her way to the restroom. When I unfreeze time again, it helps if no one is looking at anyone I might motivate. And it helps to receive Torie well out of hearing in typeface she makes a scene 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 correct minute and then stare at the clock for tightness. I feel that comrade fatiguing strain as I pull on the reins of prison term, wrangling it into submission. It gets harder the more I use my mogul back to back, but God damn is it worth it today.

I jump to my foundation as the air goes still again. On the way, I playfully bend down and give Alyssa a taunting lilliputian kiss on the impertinence,"Don't worry, I'll come back for you later."Then I hurry out of the room to obtain Torie.

She got surprisingly far down the hallway, a mere twenty dollar bill foundation from the public lavatory 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 focal ratio of her gait.

I let out a whistle that echoes through the eerie silence of the hallway. Grinning ear to ear as I circle around my quarry,"Where you think you're going ? You're not getting away that easily. I gotcha all to myself."There's only a individual random dude all the way down the other side of meat of the hall. Even if she makes noise after I start fourth dimension, no one will really find. And she can jump straight into the refuge of the restroom here. Saving her some humiliation is a low kindness, but I guess it'll ease my conscience a bit. Which is good, because I don't architectural plan to go easy on her.

I reach out and flip up her skirt, humming to myself happily as I inspect her like a small-arm of heart. I stop and groan at the sight. She looks so fucking sensual, her saturnine rayon stocking savagely ripped afford all down the center crease. Her milky buttcheeks poke out obscenely, perfect little round of golf peaches. I move around to the front man and slide my paw between her thighs, aggressively groping at her wet cunt. I inadvertently bite my lip in surprise as I notice juices were freely dripping down the inside of her thighs as she tried to hasten to the restroom. Fuck I can't waiting another heartbeat ! I rush her.

Bending down and grabbing her under the axillary fossa, I lift and shove her binding up against a nearby footlocker, the rattling clangour from hitting the flimsy metal reverberation down the hall. Her dainty body is probably easy to handle normally, but in this immobilise moment she's even lighter.

I throw her arms up over my shoulders and nip and tuck and spread her legs wide. Her foot flop around on either side of me, and my hands cup under her butt to hold her there. I squeeze and grope at her squishy niggling asscheeks, my face diving forward to kiss and nuzzle at her piano neck. But every move I make is fast-growing, impatient.

My fingers spread her ass, spread her sopping puss, and before I know it, I have my putz out, poking and prodding at her entryway. Her shadowy os pubis tickling my skin, my hips humping and grinding against her, my cock like a blade rod sliding up under her mouth and crack.

One hired hand under her hind end to adjudge her up, my other reaches for my cock. I aim, and without a minute's wavering, I stab up into her. With probably too very much force. I should be thrifty with this fragile little skirt, but I can't help myself ! My shaft pierces up into her sopping pussy, and there's almost no electrical resistance. I sigh, verbalise alleviation washables over me as her heavenly warmth squeezes in around my centre on all sides. She was plenty ready for me, her dead body practically begging for it, betraying her.

She's tight, very cockeyed, her extreme wetness the solitary reason I can slip in so easily. And based on her personality, how unkempt her pubis are, I'm pretty sure I just took this girl's virginity ! I glance down, no pedigree. There's really no way to experience for for sure. A shiver of excitement runs through me at the opinion of how violating this is, how incorrect, how intrusive. But a here and now later, the delight washes over me, and I continue on without a second view about the poor missy'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 rear before I can fully penetrate out. Both my hands returning to their plaza under her buttcheeks, I grip her ass hard. Her spongelike minuscule cheeks make for a courteous grip to hold her up against the locker. I start thrusting in and out of her twat. Without warming up to it. Without a care in the worldly concern for how she feels. I take what I want. Use her as my piece of ass wench. I'm heedful not to suffer her, not to go too far, but my pace is savage. Blasting into her, rattling the locker behind her.

Her pussy grip onto my scape, sucking on me, like it doesn't want to let me miss. I have no dubiety Torie would be vehemently objecting to all of this, screaming, pushing me away at all cost. But her puss says differently. Squelch squelcher Squelch ! the dumb hall is filled with the most lewd, sloppy sounds of our genitals. Slapping skin as I slam into her again and again.

Her brain slinks off to the side of meat in front of me from the intense move, blonde fuzz flopping around wildly. I sink my face down into the crook of her neck opening, licking at her warm peel. Fuck she's so diminutive and ticklish ! So fun to manhandle ! I inhale deeply, her neck so sensual. Her beautiful, insidious olfactory sensation makes me light-headed. I groan and ram into her even harder, my fingers digging into her asscheeks and pulling her into me with each thrust. brush clangour clangoring ! Against the locker.

I feel the tenuous spattering of wetness hitting my balls and bulwark, so I look down, worried I might own hurt her or something. But I smile ear to ear at the mass. Nope, she's amercement. Her cunt is leaking so much succus that every time I pump into her she spatters slight fleck all over us.

God I can't believe how obscene this complete teacher's pet is. Who would've thought ? Little stuck-up Torie, such a gracious toy.

I pause for just a second, glancing at her nice flannel button-down wearing apparel shirt, tucking into her skirt, perfectly up to dress-code. I grab a fistful and party whip it straight up, yanking it up her trunk with one hired man, while still holding under her butt with the early. She has another shirt underneath, just a reduce white vest. I pull both up together.

My dick impulse within her as I reveal her pale skin. Her thin belly, a precious little half-outie bellybutton. Further up, a closely, dim-witted gray bralette. No padding or wires, just diffuse fabric holding her short hummock in piazza. I grasp at this too, like a raging beast, thrusting it up to break her tiny tits. She's damn near flat-chested, which is why she doesn't even bother with a real bra. I leave all her layers of habiliment bunched up above her breast as I inspect them, caressing her with my finger. Pale blanched skin. Small areolas, almost invisible as they're the same picket coloring as the residue of her. And pale pink mamilla sticking up at me. Surprisingly hard piddling nubs, fully upright and begging for attention. I give it freely, pinching and twisting at the puffy little buttons.

I start absentmindedly humping in and out of her slit again, casually, while I lower my face down to engulf one of her teat with my mouth. I swirl my tongue, sucking and slurping at her tiny tit. The heat radiating off of her is acute ! Her cutis is flushed pink. And she's starting to perspire a bit, her tit salty in my mouth. 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 pull in it yet. She has no controller, no thought what harebrained feel will be hitting her all at once when I finally start time. My cock throbs inside her as I pummel her tight pussy with everything I've got.

I smash into the helpless girl, her small foundation flopping out to either side of me, my hands tightly gripping her deaden asscheeks from underneath. My face hot with the feminine aroma from her neck and hair right in front of me. My breathing heavy, my turncock pulsing within her, about to burst. Her stiff cunt-lips suck at me, juices dripping down my glob, down her thighs. Her rearward banging loudly against the cabinet behind her.

And through all this, my mind wanders. Torie's great, such a sweet little fuckable lady friend. But I keep wondering. What are the other girls like ? How does she compare ? Is she even that great next to fatigue ? What does Jennifer bet like naked ? And Alyssa, God I want to have sex Alyssa so badly now. I want to prove the whole social class. Torie will set a baseline, she'll be like a control in my little skill experiment, something to compare the former female child to. My mind flickers for a separate second to a enquiry on the psychometric test about the scientific progression made in the aftermath of WWII. Then all persuasion fade as I'm lost in Torie's dead body again.

I lick up the incline of her cervix, tasting her one last time, a shiver running through me from the salty-yet-sweet feel. I reach one hand up and grip her pharynx, pinning her in place against the locker, my rose hip brutally smashing her as I stare into her girly typeface, snog her nerve, tasting her lips.

And with one final thrusting, I grunt loudly, my beastly groans echoing down the hall. I pull out just in fourth dimension, letting her legs light back down to the flooring as I grasp my stopcock with one hired hand, still pinning her to the locker by the pharynx with the other.

And I cum. Spurt after spurt of hot cream shoots out all over her crotch. Painting her wispy blonde pubes white, plastering them down. Jizz drips down the crease of her pussy, caking her cunt-lips. One pellet running down her inner thigh. Another clod lands on her Catholic plaid skirt. I sigh and enjoy the insane head-rush, the pleasure washing over me, my stage almost giving out. I let the hold out bit of cum goop out, and I wipe it onto Torie's torn nylons.

Still holding her in place against the locker, I sigh and smile. 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 front line row. I have her pinned by her throat against a locker. Her face pink and flustered. tiny tits exposed. frame moistness with exertion. Tights snap wide open, slit covered in my jizz, dripping her succus onto the level of the hall. Fucking incredible.

And this is just the beginning. I've got a whole course of instruction full of miss back there. Their bodies just waiting to be explored. Something tells me Torie was far from the best 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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