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 Katie Blake: Schoolgirl Whore Vol.  1 By Little Bree (LttlBree@Yahoo.com)
(M/f, teen, Voy, prost) ---------------------------------------------------
Author's Note: This is short, but I had fun with it.  I'd like to write
more, if there's any interest.  Feedback or suggestions on that front would
be very, very appreciated.  (Seriously, it's easy to do.  I'm on email
lttlbree@yahoo.com, or ASSTR even gives you an anonymous form to use if you
don't want to expose your "real" disposable-web-based-email-address.  Or
you can visit my webpage (/~Little_Bree/) and leave a
comment an anonymous comment.  Or, you know, just email.  Emails are nice
:)

   Anyway, make love not war.  Get help if you are actually considering sex
with kids, and if you're not 18 or you're in a country where this sort of
thing is illegal don't read it.

   Thanks Bree ---------------------------------------------------

   Hailey Miller and I were sort of friends once.  In kindergarten.  We
were in Brownies together.  After we finished the cookie sale that year,
her mother invited us all over tot heir house for a big pool party.  We
still go to school together, but we don't hang out or anything.  Hailey's a
cheerleader and I'm...well...not a cheerleader.  We're aware of one
another, but don't even nod hello when we pass in the hallway

   So it was sort of weird to be lying in her bed.

   Naked.

   With her dad.

   "Oh yeah," Mr.  Miller grunted, as he thrust himself into me so hard I
yelped out loud.  "Take that big cock, you dumb little whore!"

   Lots of guys moan that their cocks are big, but Mr.  Miller's really
was. Too big for a girl as small as me.  He knew it, too, but the old
bastard liked to make me wince.

   "Oh yeah, Mr.  Miller," I wailed.  "Pound my cunt.  Do me harder!"

   It turned him on when I called him "Mister Miller", which was good
because I didn't actually know his first name.  Jim or Bob or Tony or
something.

   He was riding me missionary style on Hailey's bed, with my knees pulled
up over his shoulders.  At that angle, his rod strained my vagina, and
every thrust felt like it'd burst right through me.

   "I'm gonna cum in you, whore," he snarled, his facing flushing red. 
"I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna fill your dirty little snatch up and there's
nothing you can do about it!"

   "No, Mr.  Miller, you can't," I pleaded.  "I'm not on the pill!"

   That was a lie.  I'd been on the pill since I was 12, but its what he
liked to hear.

   "I don't care..Katie...you...dirty...little...bitch....  It's not
my...fucking...problem..." his thrusts got quicker and shallower, and his
face got redder.  "You're...a ....worthless..fucking...WHORE!"

   He shouted "whore" and his whole body tensed.  He was cumming.

   After a few breathless moments with my legs still pulled up high on his
shoulders, he collapsed down on top of me and we spooned there on Hailey's
bed.  I didn't even pretend to orgasm, and he probably would've been mad if
I did.

   "Aren't you supposed to be in school still?" he asked.

   "Left early," I said.  "Therapy appointment." That was a joke; my
therapist, the esteemed Dr.  Bruce Elder was our mutual acquaintance, and
the guy who arranged these little rendezvous.  Either Mr.  Miller didn't
get it or he was too disinterested to laugh.  "Aren't you supposed to be at
work?"

   "Yeah, probably," he said.  I have no idea what he did for a living.  He
had plenty of money though, and always called me in the middle of the day.

   We were quiet again.

   Mr.  Miller and I had fucked in Hailey's bedroom lots of times
before--it was like his favorite place to do it--but this was the first
time we'd actually ended up on her bed.  Usually he did me on the floor. 
The mattress was an improvement, super soft and way more comfortable than
mine.  She even had the slippery smooth sheets I liked.  I wondered if her
dad'd let me take a nap before I left.

   His hand traipsed down my bare belly to rest between my legs.

   "Again?" I asked.  It was sort of surprising, since I could feel his
still limp dick against my back.

   "I just like feeling teenage pussy," he said.  "Don't worry, I'll pay
you extra."

   That hadn't really been my point, but paying me "extra" was meaningless
anyway.  The money thing between us was barely defined.  He always paid me,
but sometimes he'd fuck me sideways and leave me with fifty bucks, and
other times he'd pay five hundred just to finger me.  There was no rhyme or
reason to it.

   "Isn't it getting kind of late though?" I asked.  School let out at 2:30
and it was pushing 4:00.  Hailey's cheerleading practice had to be ending
eventually, and Mrs.  Miller wouldn't work all night.

   "Relax," was all he said.

   His fingers danced over my clit and across my pussy lips.  Maybe it was
because the sex had left me worked up and unsatisfied, but it actually felt
really, really good.  Even as I continued to fret about getting caught, I
hoped he wouldn't stop.  "Mmmm," I purred, "I like that.  I might have to
pay you extra!"

   He laughed.  When his cock was throbbing Mr.  Miller was a sadistic
asshole who wanted to hurt me, but between erections he kind of sort of
liked me.

   "I can't believe how wet your pussy gets," he said.  "Taking it hard
really gets you going, doesn't it?"

   I just smiled, closed my eyes and let him continue to toy with my pussy.
If only every man could touch me like that!

   But then there were footsteps.  Right then, when I was so close I could
almost taste it, someone was coming up the steps.  We both jumped up in a
panic..

   Under pressure, I kind of go to pieces.  There's not a resourceful bone
in my body, and true to form I pretty much froze up there thinking of ways
to apologize.  Mr.  Miller, thankfully, was better about it, and he yanked
me with him into the closet.

   We were trapped, but at least we were hidden.  And it was an
impressively large closet, the walk-in kind with a whole set of cubbies for
like a million pairs of shoes.

   Through the slats in the door, we saw Hailey come into her room, still
in her little cheerleader outfit.  Hailey wasn't dumb--we'd even been in a
couple of honors classes together--but its hard to think of cheerleaders as
anything but moronic.  And slutty.  Moronic and slutty.

   And actually, given the slutty part, it wasn't all that surprising when
Hailey's boyfriend, Josh Gillen, followed her into the room and closed the
door.  At least it wasn't surprising to me; those two were way into the
PDA, in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot, there really
wasn't a spot at Harmony High where they hadn't hooked up.



   Mr.  Miller I guess didn't know about all that, cause he looked kind of
surprised and kind of mad.  I wanted to point out the irony of that, seeing
as how we'd just finished screwing on the exact same bed, but some things
just aren't germane to discuss while you're hiding naked with a teenage
prostitute in your daughter's closet.  Also, Hailey and Josh were on the
bed like four feet away and I didn't want to get caught.



   So there we were, a teenage girl and a middle aged man, huddling in a
closet like scared animals.  Also, we were naked.  That last part shouldn't
have slipped my mind--usually, when you're naked, you're very aware of
being naked--but it did.  It apparently slipped Mr.  Miller's mind for a
moment, too.  Which was really unfortunate.

   "Shit," I cursed softly when it finally dawned on me.  "Our clothes are
still out there!"

   In a crumpled pile on the opposite side of the room, my checkered skirt
and school girl top lay conspicuously below Mr.  Miller's khaki slacks and
Polo shirt.  I could actually see my purple bra from the closet, since it
landed on our side of the bed.  The matching panties though, were almost
certainly lost somewhere under Hailey's sheets.

   Lucky for us (and even luckier for Josh Gillen) Hailey was too busy
stripping off her own clothes to even notice!

   The pair of them practically fell onto the bed in a mad rush to have at
it.  It was a frenzied whirlwind of groping, kissing and shedding of
clothes.  They didn't even speak except in moans.

   Hailey was naked in no time at all, probably because cheerleader
uniforms are designed to be stripped away in a hurry (again, because
they're all sluts).  Stripped down to nothing but a pair of striped knee
socks (a look that, I must admit, came off very, very cute) she flipped
around on the bed and practically clawed at Josh's fly.  The girl looked
possessed, like some sort of crazed cock zombie.  If he hadn't whipped it
out right then, I swear she would've chewed straight through his pants to
get at his dick.

   Of course, when it finally made its appearance, I almost couldn't blame
her.  Josh had a magnificent cock--long and stiff, and as fat and wide as
the butt end of a bottle.  Hailey wrapped her ditzy cheerleader lips right
around it, but the massive thing looked absurd in her mouth, like an infant
trying to chew on the wrong end of a baseball bat.

   "That little slut," Mr.  Miller mumbled.  He was watching intently.  He
still looked angry, but also enthralled.

   In his defense, it was a good show.  The pair of them both had really
good bodies-Hailey was a very classically hot cheerleader type, with long
blonde hair, well toned muscles and big bouncy tits that made me jealous;
Josh was broad and muscley, with the chiseled jaw and short cropped haircut
reserved for football players and Marines--and they were all sorts of
enthusiastic.

   That sort of crazy mad lust can be contagious, especially if you're
already horny, unsatisfied and trapped in a closet with a pussy full of
cum, like I was.  I wanted to be Hailey, curled up there on the bed with
her mouth full of Josh's cock .  Heck, I wouldn't have minded being Josh,
with his big cock stuffed in her pretty little mouth and his hands greedily
squeezing at those big boobs.  My pussy was dripping wet and aching for
attention, and all I could do was absently finger myself as I watched.

   After a few minutes of the deliciously slobbery blow job, Josh actually
reached down and lifted Hailey off the bed and flipped her around on her
hands and knees.  I was in awe of the way he manhandled her; Hailey was
thin, but at least 5'7" and maybe 5'8", and he spun her around like a tiny
little doll.

   Hailey, obediently positioned on all fours with her knees parted and her
vagina poised and ready, was looking back over her shoulder, giggling with
anticipation.  Josh's cock was glistening from the spit and drool that
coated it now, and he wasted no time at all taking his position behind her
and lining it up to plunder her doggie style.

   "He's not wearing a condom!" gasped Mr.  Miller.

   I couldn't tell if he meant that to sound like disapproving shock or
horny appreciation.  Even before he asked if I was on the pill for real,
the old fart had absolutely refused to wear one of those with me.

   If Hailey was worried though, it didn't show.  Josh plunged his cock
into her in one single solid thrust and she squealed out loud with a big
dopey grin plastered across her face.  The smile only got bigger as he
started pumping, each thrust harder and faster than the one before it, but
every one sinking in all the way.

   There was a soft low grunt beside me, and I'd barely turned to see Mr.
Miller's now raging hard boner before he'd pushed me back onto the closet
floor and shoved it up inside of me.



   "Take that dick, whore," he said, careful to keep it to a whisper.

   The way I was abruptly repositioned, I couldn't see anything but the
floor and bed outside of the closet, but I could still hear the furious
moaning and the shrieking rhythm of the bed frame.  Mr.  Miller, positioned
on top of me, was still angled to see everything that was happening.  Even
with his dick buried in me, he never stopped watching.

   It was weird how quickly our sex fell into sync with theirs.  Mr. 
Miller thrust himself hard into my pussy, and Hailey shouted "Oh my God!"
while I tried to stifle a yelp.  Before long, I almost forgot that the
creeking bed wasn't under me.

   "Oh God, yeah," Josh grunted.  "I fucking love your pussy, baby!"

   Mr.  Miller's pace quickened.  I knew he was using me as a cum rag,
maybe imagining the whole time that the cunt wrapped around his dick was
Hailey's, but it didn't matter.  He was fucking me so furiously, and with
such reckless abandon that it was impossible to think of anything else. 
I'd never tried so hard not to scream.

   Hailey, on the other hand, screamed.  A lot.

   "Oh fuck yeah!" she shrieked.  "Give me that big cock!  Fuck my tight
little pussy you big fucking man!  OH MY FUCKING GOD YES!  Yes, pound my
cunt, baby!"

   I don't think Mr.  Miller realized how foul mouthed his little princess
really was, but his dick swelled with every nasty word.  He yanked my hair
and somehow managed to fuck me even harder!  It was building so fast. 
Orgasms usually built gradually like waves gaining speed, but this one
charging forward like a speeding train.

   "OH YES!" Hailey screamed.  "I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

   I could hear the bed shaking harder, and imagined Hailey's taut body
jerking up and down and flailing as she orgasmed.  Then I heard Josh grunt
and knew without seeing that he was filling her right then full of spunk.

   That image alone could have put me over the top.  It almost did.  But
then, before I could even begin to compose myself, Mr.  Miller stiffened
and froze inside of me.  I knew he was filling me with cum again for the
second time that afternoon, and all of it was just too much.  The most
intense skin-tingling, toe curling, earth shattering orgasm crashed over
me.

   Which is when I screamed.  Loud.

   "Oh yes!" I cried out.  "Yes!  Yes!  YES!"

   That was seriously it.  Maybe four words.  By the look on Mr.  Miller's
face, though, it may as well have been forty.  His eyes were wide and
terrified, and I'm sure, as soon as I realized what I'd done, mine were
too.

   By that point, though, it was too late.  The closet door flung open and
a still very naked Josh Gillen was staring down at us.

   Hailey shrieked again.  "Oh my God!  DAD?!?!  Katie?!  What the fuck!?!"
She was scampering under the covers, trying to cover up her nakedness.  I
was jealous of her covers, especially after Mr.  Miller scrambled to his
feet and I was left lying there dumbly on the floor with two loads of cum
leaking out of me.

   "It's not what it looks like, honey," Mr.  Miller pleaded.

   Hailey stared incredulously at him and then at me.  It was pretty
obviously what it looked like.

   I stumbled to my feet.  "Do you mind if I just, um, get my panties out
of your bed?" I asked.  At that point, there didn't seem much point in
trying.

   So that's how I spent my Thursday.