Extra Curriculum

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By School Swat

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Lucy Bainbridge checked the time on her pink pop-swatch and quickened her pace. The last thing she wanted was to be late for Mr Turner, her friendly old maths teacher who had so kindly offered to run her through some modules she’d missed recently due to an illness.

He’d said to be there for 4:30 sharp and Lucy hadn’t even had time for a shower after last period PE, this combined with the uncomfortably hot August sun made her feel decidedly clammy in her uniform of black blazer, light blue shirt with the tie quite loose and short box-pleat grey skirt, thankfully she’d stuffed her tights into her bag earlier, though her feet were chafing gently in her leather shoes as a result!

Cawood Drive-Mr Turner’s smart little semi lay just a hundred metres away when her mobile rang…It was her father.

‘Hi, dad...no-no I shouldn’t be too late, probably erm…just after six I should think,’ Lucy climbed the few short steps up too the house and pushed the buzzer, ‘OK then dad-I’ll let myself in…’ She smiled, ‘Dad? Are you going out on a date?’ Her father laughed down the phone and said goodbye.

Lucy worried about her dad, ever since her mum had been killed in a freak car accident two years previously he had become sullen and withdrawn from the world. She’d only been twelve at the time but old enough to understand the loss. Recently though he’d been going out quite a bit and certainly seemed a lot more cheerful, perhaps he was beginning to put the past behind him.

The heavy door clanked from within as a dead bolt was slipped and Mr Turner’s apprehensive smile beckoned her into the house.

‘Lucy…’ He said affably as the diminutive schoolgirl smiled shyly,’ Come inside, dear…come in…’

‘I hope I’m not late, Sir, only I had PE last period-’

‘Not at all!’ Turner crowed, ‘Plenty of time…Straight through into the kitchen dear,’ He let the smile drop from his face as the girl turned her back and walked ahead of him into the neat little kitchen. She was small-petite-like most of ‘em, luxurious dark hair pulled back tightly and held in place by a sparkly red bobble, shoulders a little stiff perhaps, under her heavy blazer, and-what Mr Turner appreciated most-a lovely box pleat school issue skirt showing a full eight inches of milky white thigh…A growl almost escaped the back of his throat as he sniffed the air behind her, eyes burning over the knock-knees of her girlish adolescence and chunky, smart leather shoes…

He had her sit opposite him at the dining table where she began fussing through her school-bag, finally locating the maths text-books.

‘Drink?’

‘Yes please, sir,’ She smiled her gratitude,’ I’m parched…’

Mr Turner appeared with two open cans of diet coke and sat down. Over steepled fingers he watched the schoolgirl drain half her drink in one go, ‘ So I see dear,’ He grinned strangely at her, ‘ So I see…’ he added thickly…Lucy smiled nervously, sipping at the coke under his watchful gaze.

‘Right then,’ he coughed, seeming to clear his throat, ’ You were absent for two weeks in July, Lucy?’

She nodded her ascent as Mr Turner leafed through his familiar old case of course work, ’ Which leaves us modules six and seven…and the beginning of eight also?’

’Yes, sir,’ Lucy confirmed and began leafing through her jotters, ’ I’ve done quite a bit while I was off but got stuck on one or two of the…’

Turner let the girl ramble on, his mind elsewhere. She was pretty this one which was why he’d spent so much time setting up this scheme…Her head was down and he took the opportunity to duck sideways, a pen in hand and peer along the underside of the table…This time a growl of lust did rumble from the back of his throat as his eyes bored up her skirt-her firm thighs culminated in a triangle of white cotton knickers, Turner felt the saliva build in his mouth, eyes squinting at the apex where the material disappeared sensually into the delicate folds of her sex…

Lucy had stopped talking when she finally noticed Mr Turner had dropped something and a second later the maths teacher appeared red faced from below the table clutching his pen, smiling in explanation. Lucy giggled softly, surprising herself, had he just been peeping up her skirt? She should have been outraged but instead she felt…well-funny! She thought she might have a slight headache coming on and her mouth felt like it was full of cotton wool…she sighed-another giggle, and sipped at her can.

‘Shall we begin, Lucy?’ Mr Turner gave her one of his smiles.

‘Ye-yes, sir…’ She stammered, passing a pretty hand across her forehead and frowning as the words in the textbook floated slightly before her eyes.

Turner chuckled to himself, ‘ Are you alright, dear? You look a little peaky…’ And almost drooled on the table for the hunt was almost over, the sport was down and awaiting the kill…

‘I-er…I don’t know, sir…’ Lucy heard her own voice as if from another room, the kitchen span around her, she tried to get up but only when Mr Turner took her arm could she get shakily to her feet.

‘There there, dear…’ She heard his muffled voice as he led her into another room, ‘ I have a surprise for you…’

Turner hooked an arm around and under her arms and took the girl’s weight, she was light as a feather and no trouble to lead from the kitchen into his specially prepared room. Her drug induced state would leave the pretty schoolgirl malleable enough for what he had in mind…Opening the door with is free hand his breath deepening with lust as he reached the other down her slender back, reaching her petite arse, the thin, coarse feel of the polyester pleats…Hmmmm…He felt himself grow to a rock like hardness as he tipped the girl’s lolling head back and nuzzled her throat, the sweet smell of her cheap perfume clinging around the collar of her shirt, his lips closed on the taught flesh of her neck and felt the soft buzzing of her heart. He sucked gently, drawing skin into his mouth as his hand gripped her arse, squeezing hard, fingers exploring the pleats around the crack of her little arse…probing and stroking as he sucked harder before releasing her from his mouth. Now the girl would be marked with his love bite…the sweetest reminder of this occasion when he next took her for maths…he licked at her neck and heard her gurgle slightly as his hand behind reached the hem of her skirt, lifting it, his whole body shaking with lust as he put his palm gently onto her knicker covered arse, smoothing over the warm cotton…But Mr Turner had a plan. He snapped from his delicious reverie and broke from his clinch with the girl. She did indeed have a fine love bite on her neck, far to high for any scarf to hide, he chuckled and led her fully into the room.

Intentionally bare it contained only a double bed pushed into the furthest corner and his equipment. Two arc lamps dominated the centre of the floor together with a high spec video recorder on a tripod, another door led to his pantry on the adjacent wall. There was also a small chest of drawers beside the bed where he knew there were a number of items of interest.

Putting the schoolgirl down gently on the bed, Turner reached inside the first drawer and took out a thin pink silk scarf. Looking down at her sweet face-neck cruelly marked-he stroked her cheek briefly, like satin…Then took her school tie in his fist and lifted her head off the bed in one swift movement. With a little difficulty due to the shaking of his hands he wrapped the scarf around her eyes, blind-folding her with the sheer fabric and tying it off securely below her pony-tail at the back. A quick check of the camera equipment and the arc lights blazed into life, starkly revealing the prone girl within there glare. Turner focussed in on the spot where her legs lolled off the bed, a teasing darkness hiding her knickers from direct view. Everything was ready to begin…He strode to the other door, slipping through into the small room beyond.

’Are you ready?’ Turner asked commandingly. The huge figure rose from a chair and grunted, naked with the exception of a skin tight rubber mask, the man put his arms out and advanced in Turner’s direction. The mask was one of his toys, one zip built in for the eyes, another for the mouth, ‘ Better open this one up…’

‘Thank you master…’

‘Shut up-I don’t want you to talk…We’re ready for your entrance…I want you to really go for her, understand?’ The gimp nodded, huge penis coming to life, Turner knew this man to be a satyr-largely insatiable he could go on coming for hours and still not lose his hard-on.

‘I want no-holds barred,’ he continued, ‘ Don’t stop fucking her till I say…then you can take the mask off and see what’s left of your conquest…But until then-just pound her…OK?’ The man nodded, his cock now fully erect and curving upwards as if reaching for the ceiling and fully eight inches long. This was going to be a treat. Turner led the man into the other room and up to the bed.

‘Don’t expect too much of her,’ he joked, the satyr reached a hand down and took one of Lucy’s slim legs in his grasp as Turner ducked behind the camera, ‘ Ready…’ he said in a tremulous voice.

The man orientated himself blindly to the girl on the bed, cock throbbing as he took her legs in both hands. He knelt before them and advanced, head disappearing under her skirt, jaw working as he lapped at the girl’s now exposed knickers. Turner felt his own cock cry for release as the man’s breathing quickened in time with his movements.

The gimp got on the bed and pushed Lucy’s legs back till her knees were pressed to her shoulders and licked furiously at her sex, pushing her pants aside as his tongue entered her like a lizards.

‘That’s it…’ Turner said softly from behind the optic, ‘ Throw me her knickers!’ He blurted as an after-thought.

The man now sat up on his knees on the bed yanking her underwear off roughly and tossing them across the room before collapsing onto the tiny frame of the schoolgirl, cock hard in one fist as he grappled for the entrance of her pussy…with a soft moan he eased into her full length, his engorged bell-end breaking her hymen and probing deeper. Lucy groaned slightly as she was de-flowered but never stirred beneath the man’s bulky frame. A long, slow thrust brought his balls to rest on her buttocks and he whimpered with accomplishment as buried fully inside her, he relished the tightness of her virgin pussy.

Turner knew this was the calm before the storm and sure enough the masked man withdrew his huge cock almost to the tip before thrusting it back in to the hilt with a growl. He picked her pants from the floor and held them to his face, inhaling deeply as his senses sparkled.

From behind the camera he watched as the man picked up his pace, pounding into the schoolgirl remorselessly. Grunting and heaving, his cock slamming into her, red and slick with pre-cum and her juices. Lucy was being forced up the bed by the power of the man, jamming her into the corner as he gripped her legs tightly in the air. He knocked off one of her shoes and clamped his mouth onto the arch of her foot, saliva trickling from his mouth and down to her ankle as he continued fucking her with increasing urgency…The gimp released his hold on her legs and fell forward on top of her, clamping her jaw open in one large hand as he forced his tongue down her throat, teeth grinding in time with his awesome thrusts, he probed her mouth fully, licking it out ever further as he fought to get his tongue in.

Then with a final grunt he pulled his throbbing cock from her body, standing up he dragged Lucy by the tie so her head hung backwards over the edge of the bed. Again blindly the man positioned his cock tip to her lips and holding her mouth fully open squeezed it inside.

‘Christ…’ Turner gabbled, ‘ That’s it…’

The gimp slid his full length effortlessly into her mouth, feeling her teeth around the base of his cock as her throat spasmed around his foreskin, he held it there. Balls resting heavily on her nose the girl was suffocating and when she coughed, beginning to gag he began his thrusts, all the way out then fully in where he held it till she gagged, the sensation of her throat around his foreskin almost proving to much for him.

Turner realised the man wasn’t going to last much longer-his legs had begun to shake when he forced his cock into the girl’s mouth-round one would be over soon…he found the gusset of Lucy’s knickers and put it in his mouth like a gag, tongue working at it furiously.

The gimp felt the tell-tale signs that he was about to climax. There was no going back, as he felt the girl’s throat contract again around his cock, the slimy hot mouth and her teeth…with a gasp he felt his balls tighten and with all his strength rammed his exploding cock down her throat, again and again he spurted a mass of jism straight down her now crazily spasming throat, coating her all the way to her stomach in his thick seed…

With a shudder the gimp took his cock from her mouth, a thick strand of mucus connecting his raw bell-end to her mouth.

‘VERY…good…’ Said Turner. The length of jism broke over Lucy’s blindfold as the man grasped her pig tail and pitched her forward by the hair, roughly arranging his conquest onto her hands and knees as he stroked extra life into his rampant cock behind her.

‘Do you think you could get that up her arse?’ Asked Turner through Lucy’s knickers.

The man made no reply, feeling her up through her school skirt. Turner already knew the answer to his question.

Gently, he squeezed the tip his cock against the tiny opening of her arse. The girl flinched through her stupour, her arse-hole seeming to kiss his bell-end. Still sticky with cum he gripped himself tightly and stretched her cheeks apart with his free hand. Slowly…he forced the very end of his cock inside her excruciatingly tight arse and began feeding it in, first just the very tip disappeared then, having gained entry his fore-skin slid up her. Leaning forward over her back and sweating with effort his rock hard cock cleaved it’s way up the schoolgirl’s arse. Clawing at her skirt two inches were in, then three…

Turner watched mesmerised as his gimp somehow managed to keep entering her anally, the pain must be intense…

The gimp’s cock felt like it was on fire but still he forced it home. Desperate now to have this girl’s tight arse he gritted his teeth and began a quick series of short thrusts which drove his cock half an inch further with each stab.

Finally, and with a huge bellow of sexual release the man managed to get his whole cock up her arse. Turner zoomed in to where his pendulous balls were wedged against the girl.

The gimp took the girl’s hips in his hands and began fucking her arse with short strokes, soft moans were escaping Lucy now and Turner snickered at the redness of her face as her arse was plundered. Bending over her back the satyr fucked her from behind like a dog, wedging himself into her with short sharp strokes he took her small form into his arms. Lucy’s uniform was now in complete disarray, the thick strand of cum still plastered over the blindfold and across her forehead. The gimp was breathing hard now, his spittle spraying over the side of her face as he clutched at her tits with one hand and gripped an arse cheek with the other.

Turner got the shot just right for the climax and watched in awe as the satyr pulled himself from Lucy’s distended arse hole, span the schoolgirl round on the bed and positioned his now scarlet cock above her face. Turner at last unzipped his own manhood and yanked off into the girl’s underwear as the gimp shoved his hard-on toothbrush style into her mouth before spitting another huge load across her lips and straight down the hatch, thick gobs of cum hosing from his cock into Lucy’s mouth. Turner came too, spitting his much smaller wad into the schoolgirl’s knickers…

‘Well…’ Turner gasped…still clutching Lucy’s cum soaked underwear, ‘ I suppose she’ll be coming too soon…I’ll leave the two of you if you don’t mind? Don’t worry-she’ll be too out of it to notice much for a couple of hours…’ He took the tape from the camera, ‘I’ll be back soon so just get yourself cleaned up and the girl back into the kitchen.’ With a final look back at the ravished schoolgirl and her cum soaked face he laughed and made a hasty exit, ‘ Oh-and take that mask off!’ He shouted as he headed for the front door.

Back in the house the man managed to prise the sweat soaked rubber from his head, he turned as his eyes adjusted to the light…The girl was stirring on the bed but-

Turner waited until the anguished scream died from within his house before turning the ignition key of his car, and with a laugh of joy at what he had just accomplished drove out of his drive. Good old Tom Bainbridge-he’d always been a sucker for a girl in uniform…even if it was his own daughter…!

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