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Monday, 4th September 2000.
Nigel Dawson was a tall lanky 17 year old with spots, body odour and a bad attitude. His intellect was not vast, but such as it was, it had secured him a place in the 6th Form and he was now entering his final year. He had a sadistic streak that manifested itself on anybody smaller and weaker than himself. Fortunately, the school had found a way of channelling his antisocial behaviour: They gave him a badge and put him on door duty.
"What?!?" Shouted Nigel, at the collection of little year 7 girls who had tapped on his window.
"Please sir, can we come in, please, sir?" pleaded the little blonde girl.
"Do I look like a teacher?"
"Yes, sir."
Nigel rolled his eyes skyward, at the naiveté of 11 year old girls.
"Well, I'm not, alright? I'm a prefect. Now piss off!"
"But we've got to come in!" the blonde girl continued.
"We need the toilet," the black girl with her added.
The dark haired girl with them remained silent.
Nigel sighed.
"What is it with you girls," he asked, "why can't you ever go to the toilet one at a time?"
"Pleeease!"
"No."
With that Nigel slammed the door shut.
Looking down the corridor, he could see pretty lower 6th girl, Helena Bold. She was beautiful, a tall girl with long blonde hair and longer legs. God he'd like to fuck her! But she was so prim and proper, she wouldn't look at him twice. She was a frigging ice-maiden.
Still, Nigel's sweaty hormones couldn't resist the opportunity. He lurched towards her.
"Hi Helena!" He called, although he was almost on top of her now..
"Oh, hello Nigel," she replied, uneasily.
"How do you like the 6th Form then?" he asked, struggling to find something better to say.
"Its OK," Helena replied, trying to move discretely away from Nigel's awful body odour.
"Well, if you get any problems, you just call me, OK?"
"Oh yes... Right... I'll do that..." She replied nervously, aware that even though Nigel was taller than she was, he was addressing her at a point about 6 inches below her chin.
"You know its really good here on door duty."
"Really."
Suddenly, a loud girlish giggling broke into the conversation. Nigel spun round and saw two of the year 7 girls running back from the girls toilet.
"Oi!" he shouted, running to cut them off, "what are you two little bastards doing in here?" Seeing her opportunity, Helena quietly departed.
Nigel ran on. The black girl made it to the exit door and escaped, laughing. He stopped in front of the blonde girl and she cannoned into him.
"What are you two doing in here?" Nigel repeated.
"Please, sir," said the blonde, "there's a girl & a boy snogging in the toilets."
"That doesn't answer my question," the 6th Former snarled.
"We wanted to go to the toilet."
"I told you to stay outside."
"But we were desperate!"
"Have you been now?"
"No. I told you. There was a girl and boy snogging in the..."
"Right, stand there." Nigel pointed to an alcove in the wall.
"What?"
"You heard."
"How long am I supposed to stand here for?"
"You can stand there for the rest of the lunch hour."
"What?!" the young girl whined.
"You wanted to come in. Now you can stay in."
"But I need the toilet, still."
"Tough. You should have thought of that before you tried to sneak in on my lunch duty."
"But, sir!"
"I'm not a teacher."
The young girl pouted in defeat.
"Oi blondie," said Nigel after a while, "you know any blonde jokes?"
"No."
"My mate knows loads of them."
"Oh."
"Do you want to hear one?"
"No. I want the toilet."
"What's the difference between a blonde girl and a washing machine?"
"Dunno."
"You can dump your load in a washing machine and it won't follow you round all week. Har, Har!"
"I don't get it."
"Aah. Sweet and innocent too."
"Please, I need the toilet."
"Stay where you are."
The little blonde girl began to fidget.
"You'd better have good bladder control. Its a long time until the bell," Nigel commented sadistically.
The little 11 year old scrunched her fist into her crotch through the material of her little grey pleated skirt.
"I'm going to wet myself," she pleaded.
"Not my problem." Nigel replied. He heard the little blonde girl's friends tapping on the window, so he turned and gave them a one-fingered reply.
"Pleeease! Can I go to the toilet?"
"No."
"But I'm going to wee my knickers!"
"Well take them off."
"No!"
"Suit yourself."
The little girl started to cry and Nigel smiled cruelly. Then suddenly the youngster looked stricken and began desperately struggling under her skirt to pull her panties down. Nigel licked his lips. The little grey skirt was hitched up, the panties were tugged down with undignified haste, and Nigel was treated to a full view of the youngster's sweet virgin cunt. The blondie squatted down, pulled her panties quickly off each foot and managed to discard them just a split second before her cunt lips opened and her piss sprayed out. There was a mingled expression of relief and deep shame etched on the young girl's face, as her urine washed out across the tiled floor.
"Ugh! You dirty bitch!" commented Nigel, but his erection betrayed his true feelings, "I hope you're going to clean that up."
The humiliated young girl, weeping made a lunge for the exit door, hit the crash bar, and fled the scene with her friends in tow. Nigel nonchalantly picked up her discarded panties and followed her to the open door.
"Oi blondie!" he called to her departing back, "I think you forgot something!" He waved her panties around, to the amusement of a few pupils standing by, but the embarrassed year 7 girl never looked back.
Nigel stepped back inside. He examined the panties critically, snorting disdainfully at their teenybop "S Club 7" logo. He dropped them into the spreading pool on the floor and mopped at it half-heartedly. Now what had she said about a couple in the girls loo?
Nigel made his way towards the toilets. Putting his ear to the door, Nigel could indeed hear muffled sounds from within. Carefully he pushed the door open and crept in. The door to the central cubicle was slightly ajar and the sounds were coming from there. Nigel knelt on the floor and peered under the gap at the bottom of the door.
What greeted his eyes was not one pair of legs, but two. A boy of perhaps 12 years of age was sitting on the toilet, with the lid down. Sitting astride him was a girl of about the same age, facing away from Nigel towards the wall. They were kissing with an intensity that kept them wholly oblivious to Nigel's presence. The girl rocked gently on the boy's lap, obviously teasing a hard erection that was presently hidden from view. For his part, the boy's hands roamed all over his girlfriend's soft thighs and smooth back. He played with her long auburn hair with one hand, whilst he rucked up her little school skirt with the other. His fingers probed under her white panties and over her arse. Nigel could have watched them all day. But the urge to ruin their little world was just too strong.
Nigel got to his feet, and pushed the toilet door open.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!" he yelled.
The young year 8 girl straightened up in shock, jumping instantly off of her boyfriend's lap. In doing so, she revealed his exposed penis that she had been massaging with her crotch and hand.
"Well!?"
"Dunno," mumbled the young girl, almost incoherently.
"What do you mean you don't know, you fucking whore!?" Nigel towered about the frightened schoolkids, "you've got your boyfriend's dick in your hands. What were you going to do with it in here? Were you going to let him fuck you? Or were you going to suck his cock?"
"Dunno."
"What do you mean 'dunno'? What was it going to be? Fuck or suck?
""
"Well!?"
"suck"
"What was that!? Fuck!? Were you going to fuck him in here!?"
"Suck."
"What!?"
"Suck!" the young girl almost screamed at him.
"Go on then."
"What?"
"Suck him off. I want to watch you."
"No!"
"For an underage tart caught with her hands around a schoolboy's cock, you're prim and proper all of a sudden. Now suck his cock, or I will go and get the headmaster. I was talking to him out in the corridor just now."
The schoolgirl looked at their tormentor, as if trying to work out whether she believed him or not, or if she dared to call his bluff. In the end she sighed, knelt down and took her boyfriend's almost hairless cock in her mouth. As her lips rode up and down its length, the boy's eyes half closed and his head lolled back as despite the strange situation he could not fail to take pleasure from her soft plump lips.
"Bet you're enjoying that, mate." Nigel commented to the boy. The boy nodded in blissful contentment.
Nigel crouched down behind the auburn-haired girl. She was kneeling on the hard tiled floor, with her head in the young boy's lap. Nigel gently lifted her short grey skirt, and exposed her firm young arse and white panties. She froze as he began to gently stroke her silky thigh.
"Keep sucking!" Nigel ordered. The girl continued. Fearful of the tall 6th Former, she let him grope her as he pleased. Nigel carefully pulled the young girl's panties down to her knees, then began to run his index finger slowly across the downy fur of her crack. She tensed at first, but did not try to resist this time. As Nigel continued to gently stroke, his 12 year old victim began to respond to his ministrations. She arched her back as instinct forced her to push down on his finger with her pussy. Nigel licked his finger and this time when she bore down on it, he allowed it to slide inside. This time the girl did not even tense, she simply continued to work her boyfriend's cock with her mouth and Nigel's finger, with her other lips.
"Is she a good cocksucker, that slut of yours?" Nigel asked after a while. The boy did not seem to know how to respond to that question, so Nigel went on:
"Do you think she would do the same for me?" he asked. The boy's eyes shot open and the girl stopped sucking.
Nigel got to his feet, undid the belt of his trousers, pulled down his zip, and pulled out a huge hairy savage erection. The boy looked at it in envy, the girl looked in horror.
"Lets see how you deal with the real thing," Nigel snarled, "Get yer gob round that one."
"N-n-no," she stammered, "you can't make me."
"Remember, the headmaster is outside. I'll tell him what you were doing."
"But you were fingering me!" protested the girl, "I'll tell him that!"
Nigel folded his arms, looking down at the pair from a great height, his large penis bobbing inches above the girl's head.
"I'm of legal age," he informed them, "I can have sex with whoever I please. Its you two who are underage. You're the ones who would get into trouble."
The girl frowned at him. She was sure that wasn't right. But it sounded plausible. What if the 6th Former was right? She looked at her boyfriend for support, but he just looked blankly at her. Sighing, the girl realised what she had to do. She turned to face her tormentor, and crouching before him, she took his monstrous rod into her mouth. It smelt sweaty and unwashed and it made her want to gag, but she realised that nothing less than total enthusiasm could save her now. She sucked for all her worth, as if her future depended on it - which, as far as she was aware, it did.
Nigel smiled down at her. The little girl's technique was not brilliant. She didn't lick him or fondle his bollocks. Nor did she run her tongue up and down his shaft. She just sucked. Like a vacuum pump, or a baby with its dummy. But her mouth was wet and warm and the sensation was pleasing. And when her eyes looked plaintively up at him for approval, Nigel had to fight back the urge to just shoot jets of cum into her face there and then. His eyes wandered down to her legs. She sat in a crouched, with her pleated skirt rucked up on her thighs and her panties round her ankles. As the year 8 girl continued to suck, Nigel glanced across at the boy. He was still sitting on the toilet seat and Nigel noticed with amusement that he still had the rigid pink boner that his little playmate had not quite brought to release. Not only that, but whilst his girlfriend was being degraded, the boy was wanking himself off.
"Well, your boyfriend's a big tough man isn't he?" Nigel said to the girl, "You're sitting there with your lips around another man's cock and he's wanking himself! I think he needs to be taught a lesson about defending a woman's honour don't you?" Neither of them replied, so Nigel instructed the girl to sit down and instructed the boy to take over sucking his cock.
The two kids moved awkwardly past each other in the cubicle. Finally the girl sat on the toilet, whilst her boyfriend gingerly put the 6th Former's cock in his mouth. He sucked slowly and with a look of distaste on his face. The girl took the opportunity to pull her panties back up, but Nigel ignored her.
"Put some effort into it," Nigel instructed the boy. "Lick it," he added.
As instructed, the 12 year old washed his tongue around the older boy's cock. The effect was electric. Nigel gasped.
"Fuck me!" he said to the girl, "your boyfriend may be a bit queer, but he's a better cock sucker than you are!"
The boy continued to suck. He had his eyes closed in humiliation and was desperately trying to forget what it was he had in his mouth. But then as the tall 6th Formertensed, the young boy suddenly found he had a mouthful of hot, foul-tasting, salty liquid. He turned and gagged on the floor.
"Don't stop, you bastard!" Nigel bellowed in frustration and anger. But it was too late, the boy was retching on the floor. The girl looked at her pitiful boyfriend and realised what she had to do. She lunged at Nigel's exposed penis, with its globs of sperm dangling off the end, and clamped her lips around it. She began sucking for all she was worth, taking down the salty goo that coated its surface and sucking more up from its depths. Nigel gasped as the rhythm of the girl's sucking matched the last spasms from his cock. Drained, the tall 6th Former fell back against the toilet door, pulling himself out of the young girl's limpet-like mouth.
"Fuck me, that was good!" exclaimed Nigel,
"Because you did so well," he continued, "I've decided I won't report you to the head. But I don't appreciate having my spunk spat all over the floor," he glared at the young boy, "so I'm going to have to punish both of you."
"Oohhh!" pleaded the young girl.
"Give me your names."
"Mandy Peters," the girl pouted after a pause.
"Show me your books," ordered the prefect. Dutifully, they rummaged in their bags and pulled out exercise books confirming there identities, and revealing that they were both in Miss Fosdyke's registration group.
"I'm putting you both in detention." He continued, "You will both report back here at the beginning of each lunchtime, for the rest of this week."
"What about our lunch," pleaded the girl.
"I'm going to feed you with my dick. Now piss off, the pair of you."
© Aaron Webster December 2000
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