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Suzie SleaZe ... Writes to PleaZe!
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SEXCERPTS FROM THIS STORY FOLLOW...
(IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE 'CERPTS' DON'T BOTHER WITH THE REST!)
1. "Like the tits boys? Big fat juicy tits for your grubby
little hands to grope? Like to see a REAL HornSlut with a hand
in her panties ... like this ... frigging her hot n' hornied cunt
- begging for you all to fuck her?"
2. "As Chris moved behind her once more, Karl slowly fucked her
mouth..."
3. "The crop smacked against the crotch of the wet panties,
cutting the flesh beneath with a soft "smack".
Her body convulsed, regained.
Looking Chris evenly, she whispered...
'Hit my twat again.
Do my cunt again ... harder.'"
4. "She stared up at Tubby.
'Do it fatty. Cum in my sluttey-fuckey mouth.'
He didn't.
Instead he blew his ballsload onto the dark-skinned, slutty-
pretty face...
But then that's what she wanted him to do..."
5. "I was in heaven.
A slut-whore's heaven of lust...
A centre-piece - a fuck-machine...
A machine at the epicentre of a fuck-orgy...
Generating the degenerate - the perverse...
Nourishing all their lust."
6. 'Hit my tits,' she said, in a voice cracking with lust.
'And fuckin' well do the bitches hard while I frigg off. I
wanna cum off while you hit me.'
.................................
Suzie SleaZe ... Writes to PleaZe...
E-MAIL me on 101445.2670@compuserve.com
There are five previous 'net' posts in the form of the 'LycraSlut
Letters'. Each post received encouraging E-Mail, prompting the
next...
For those who don't know me ...
I write ... thinking of spurting cocks over computer keyboards
.. or into tissue-padded briefs under computer workstations! I
write, bare-titted, my cunt a soppy, horny-hotted mess - in sexy
panties or lycra shorts - and as I write I get hornier and
hornier, evermore loving my hobby ... evermore loving my hubby
.. waiting for him to come home... so we can cum together after
he's shared the filth I've conjured up for the minds of - dare
I say - my FANS?
Luv and suckies to you all!
(on your drooling cock as you read ... I hope!)
THIS story is ENTIRELY FICTION for a change, and this one is a
complete short story.
ALL SPELLING MISTAKES ARE INTENTIONAL!
START
'SchoolDazed Sex' (NOT PEDO .. KEEP READING!)
By Suzie SleaZe ... (Writes to PleaZe!)
July 1993
'Enter!'
Chris Perkins opened the door of my office slowly. Closing it
carefully, he turned, faced me - and froze. He stared at tits,
then cunt. His expression one of shocked disbelief.
Shocked disbelief because for the four years I'd taught at
the exclusive boys' boarding school, I - 'Miss Pritchard' - Year
Tutor formidable - had been seen wearing only dowdy, sexless,
'oldmaid' clothes.
Perkins was the first pupil to see the REAL me...
The HornSlut, dressed to tease, excite and provoke.
Shimmering-white, wet-look-Lycra hipster-pants hugged every
contour, invaded every crevice. A side-zipper exploiting flat
stomach and smooth, lower-belly drop to the inverted 'V'. There,
the pants-seam cleaved ... exhibiting two softly-bulging, mini-
mountain ranges flanking the deep river gorge of my horny,
juicing cunt...
The deep river gorge of an ever-cock-hungry cunt - extra
horny right now because I'd been reading Chris Perkin's filth.
Above the sexy pants, the school's infamous tits breathed
softly, bared beneath a translucent, white satin blouse...
Hair, - shoulder length, straight and blonde, dishevelled
in a 'slutty' look - instead of in the usual old-maid's bun.
Chris (HornyCock) Perkins had every reason to look shocked!
The close proximity of youthful horniness began affecting
me strongly, so I proceeded with the planned lecture - in my
capacity as his Year Tutor.
'Perkins, at eighteen years of age, one of the most senior
scholars and now ready to leave, you are well acquainted with the
standards of Easton College...
'Writing pornography on college computers in college time
-
swamping school and Internet with filth is assuredly NOT Easton
standard! I understand you have become something of a celebrity
around the world? Easton is now famous - FOR PORN?
He stood quietly. I noticed he had lost a brief struggle to
avert his eyes from my flaunted assets. My teats tingled at the
exhibitionist 'rush'. Chris Perkins - WetCum for any female the
right side of puberty was getting off on me...
But Chris Perkins, today, was in deep shit - the reason for
his presence. The fact that I'd summoned him during a P.E. period
was no accident. I wanted him there, in the last days, to see up
close those sexy shorts he wore for P.E.
I'd seen the too-tight, white-and-blue lycra things before,
but only from a distance. Now, finally, I had them up close and
already the boy's cock was taking on a more distinctive shape...
I realised I was staring...
Gathering my senses, Miss Pritchard - 'Battleaxe' -
advanced, glaring and brandishing the incriminating computer
diskette confiscated that morning by Mr Biggins, (Science).
(After a tip-off from guess who...)
The lad looked decidedly confused. He'd walked in expecting
to see Miss Pritchard - "The Tits", "Les Jugs", "Battleaxe", "Ice
Maiden" - fitting nicknames for the character I'd adopted - that
of the classic, sharp-tongued schoolmarm.
A character adopted to screen the real me - a simmering
cauldron of sexual lusts.
'What would your father have to say, Boy? If he were to find
you have been writing filth in school time, and for personal
gain! I have viewed part of the first page - what you write is
just that - downright filth! Well, what would he have to say,
Boy?'
If he had given a truthful answer I knew exactly what it
would have been - Chris Perkins and twin brother Karl were the
sons of a multi-millionaire soft-porn king. Father would be quite
happy that son was following in the footsteps...
But I carried on with the pretence...
'You realise, Perkins, that if I pass discipline to the
Headmaster an immediate expulsion is certain?
He was gazing at my tits and I knew what he saw - hard teat
extruding thin, white satin...
'Look at me when I'm speaking to you, Boy!'
His gaze snapped upward. The dark-brown, spaniel-eyes met
mine. My senses screamed 'FUCK HIM!' My cunt wept in horny
frustration and a warm trickle spurted - deliciously dirtily -
from somewhere to somewhere deep inside me.
'So what do I do, Boy? Refer this to the Head or deal
myself? Can you think, Perkins, of a reason why I should be
lenient?'
'No, Miss Pritchard.'
'No! Of course you can't but due to your previous
unblemished record, I SHALL deal!'
'Thankyou Miss Pritchard.'
'Report here at tea-bell tomorrow bringing with you all your
diskette filth - and I mean ALL!'
The shape in the shiny-white shorts was doing its own thing
- lengthening and fattening. Now it was me staring...
I turned, walked slowly to the window and looked out.
He had my ass - perfect, high-jutting - bare cheeks sleeked
in shining-white, silky Lycra; the cleft a light shade of grey...
'Well Boy? What are you waiting for?'
He scuttled out, hurriedly closing the door.
Too briefly, I glimpsed the sort of butt I love - one to
hard-rub a horny cunt on - perfectly formed, pushing high beneath
the too-tight shiny lycra.
He was gone - for now.
My hand strayed, slid on slickness, creased the groove...
It'd been fun - hornying a student for the first and last
time, especially a randy Perkins twin. I fantasised for the
hundredth time about the both of them fucking me - of me abusing
those perfect, youthful bodies, pleasuring them...
Later ... soon, perhaps...
Sitting at the monitor I settled to read more of Perkin's
'filth'. My left hand tapped down-arrow while my right traced the
other down-arrow - starting at my clit ... through the filmy
lycra pants.
Slickness. The crotch would soon be stained. The smell of
cunt would soon rise, pushing through the crotch.
The boy could write. I'd already cum twice on his filth...
"She was in super-fuck mode that night - that gypsy slut.
After Karl and I'd fucked her twice apiece she lay back on the
bed with her legs spread and made us stand either side and watch
her stroking her own cunt.
Jizz was sliding right out of her hole and the randy bitch
wiped the stuff up her belly to meet Karl's mess which still lay
where he'd shot his load on her tits after tit-fucking her.
She just sort of lay there and did it, watching us get hard
again on seeing the sexy slut smear our slime over her body. We
both knew what she'd want next - mouth fucking. She always wanted
it that way - cunt, mouth then ass - 'nice and tight for last'
she says - and after the ass-fucking would come the piss - 'piss
on my tits, it makes me cum' - and after we'd drained all over
her she'd use the yellow dildo with balls..."
To anyone reading, Chris Perkins' writing would create a
mental picture of the twins' sex with a slut. To me it did much
more because I'd WITNESSED the very depravity about which I now
read. I made a mental note to pick him up on the grammar ...
sooner rather than later...
......................................
At eight p.m. after a gym work-out, Perkins entered his
poky-but-private domicile, the most valued privilege of final-
year students.
He read again the main points of the letter the twins had
received that morning from their father;
"Dear Chris and Karl,
This will come as a shock to you but on Saturday I'm to
marry again! I've known Claire for two years now ... share
everything. She's pure sex, full of life ... need to be with her
.. we satisfy each other's cravings, dreams ... fulfil each
others' fantasies. You'll love her too ... wedding invitation
enclosed ..."
Lying on his front on the bed, Perkins contemplated what his
new 'mother' would be like. If Dad loved her, he decided, then
so would he.
He replaced pillow with notebook computer and started work.
By ten p.m. the task of editing four of his stories was
complete. 'The Tits' would get her diskettes, with the real filth
edited out! For once the bitch wouldn't get one over on him!
Briefly, he wondered again why she'd dressed like that today...
He stood and stretched, catching his reflection in the full-
length mirror. Perkins liked himself. He was every girl's fuck-
fantasy, and knew it.
A tight, white vest stretched over bulging pecs; laid bare
a muscle-honed torso. Brief, electric-blue Lycra workout short-
shorts displayed thick, downward-curving cock, the flimsy, shiny
fabric hiding nothing. At the bulbous head a darker-blue patch
glistened wetly - editing his own filthy stories had made him
horny. Squeezing gently at the lump, he turned, looking back at
the mirror.
Broad, muscled shoulders swept in to narrow waist and boyish
hips snugged by the shiny-blue fabric. The ass was perfect -
muscled and high-jutting beneath the shiny, stretched Lycra.
Pulling the vest over his head he stood naked but for the
shorts. Squeezing the cock-bulge, he watched slimy pre-fuck ooze
through the lycra, making a dark blue, glistening patch.
He bent quickly and peeled the shorts to his knees,
straightened and played with the thick fluid clinging to the head
of the still-jacking seven-incher.
Lifting glistening fingers to his lips he sucked gently,
slowly wanking, pulling more juice from the cock now standing up
his belly.
Then, kicking the shorts off, he picked up a towel on his
way to the door, cock swaying lewdly.
Directly across the corridor were the showers - just time
for one before Karl and Kikki arrived...
..............................
I watched it all.
Standing quietly in total darkness outside his window I
watched through a crack in the curtains.
Watched ... and waited...
Boy-watching - my favourite fetish!
Especially watching the hornier, older ones deprived of
female contact eke out their spunk - solo, sometimes in groups.
The 'old-maid-schoolmarm' facade had been very successful
-
allowing freedom to exercise my more deviant of habits.
Weekends and holidays though, 'Miss Pritchard' reverted to
be the thirty-two-year-old, lust-crazed, beautiful slut. Weekends
in the City I enjoyed my depravity with others of a like mind -
each slaking our thirsts in evermore more diverse, and perverted
activities.
I'd already cum, watching the beautiful youth in those
tight, sexy shorts enjoying his own body. Enjoying his own cock;
loving the way the light-blue Lycra strained over that jutty-
proud boy-ass!
The licking of his own cock-drool had done it ... that, and
my own digit - gently stroking a tiny, white satin g-string into
the hot n' horny groove of my cunt.
I wore 'uniform' for these nightly forays - an innocent-
looking, black leather, knee length coat. Cut-away pockets gave
free hand access to the lithe body beneath ... a luscious body,
bared save for g-string, suspender belt, black stockings and
ankle boots. My tits thrust hard against the cool leather.
Already on a high, I took a deep drink of Vodka from my hip-
flask and waited...
Five long minutes later, Perkins re-emerged - still naked.
I watched him select items from a drawer - items leaving me in
no doubt that tonight I was in for another treat.
A few minutes later brother Karl entered wearing a short
white robe, showing off deep-tanned, muscled thigh. My hand moved
leisurely in my heat and wet. I swayed, rubbing my teats against
the coarse leather.
A girl followed him into the little room. She displayed
classic gypsy features - black, straggly hair, dark complexion
and, though not beautiful - she was sex. She wore a short white
fluffy bathrobe beneath which black stocking sheened on light-
muscled thigh. Crossing to the bed she sat, watching the brothers
intently.
Karl gazed at his brother, lust consuming the handsome
features. He eyed evil-looking, black metal tit-clamps; stared
at the wide, black leather belt slung loosely from slim hips;
gawped at the riding crop hanging from it; gazed at the shiny-
black latex briefs, hanging heavy with bulging genitals; glanced
at the black leather knee boots ... and back to the swollen
briefs, licking his lips when he noticed ... movement.
Saying nothing, he slipped the robe from his shoulders and
stood silently ... watching the reciprocated lust evident in his
twin.
He bared a muscled, tanned, body of a man-boy, bared save
for a crimson-satin thong.
Chris approached his brother, stood in front of him with
riding crop outstretched. The leather tip stroked up Karl's
thigh, caressed satin'd balls. Karl flinched as it tapped heavy,
downward-pointing cock.
I checked nervously around, slid my left hand through the
coat and squeezed my right teat. My right hand worked silently
at my succulent, slippery core...
Several factors caused pounding heart, quivering knee and
panting lust. Firstly, I knew that these horny boys were about
to share each other - then the girl. Second came the thrill of
the risks of my being there. Third was my hand's caress; my
nakedness; the feel of cool air on bare ass. If only some
anonymous man ... some anonymous cock ... would creep up behind
me, raise the coat and stuff my cunt with man-meat...
The black riding crop slid upwards, over a flat, hard
stomach to trifle with Karl's teat ring. Karl watched it, looking
down open mouthed, tongue flicking nervously.
'What's it to be Karl? What does horny bro' want
tonight?' Come on tell me Karl! You love to tell me! Tell me all
the disgusting things you want me to do to you ... then tell
Kikki all the dirty things you want her to do for us...'
'Kikki' smiled sexily and stood up. Moving slowly to where
the boys stood, she slipped off the robe.
Shiny-black thigh-boots, the sheen of black stockings held
up by a black leather sussie...
Between stockie-top and sussies, dark, firm thigh and a
bright-gaudy 'V' of peachy-satin panties, crinkling lightly into
the crack of her cunt...
A flat, dark-skinned belly with downy-fuzz of black...
Heavy, full tits, swaying gently in a half-cup black leather
bra...
Almost-black teats, large - inviting, and hanging lewdly
over the bra, the black circles each pierced by large, gold
rings.
Kikki was sex.
Pure, debase, wanton cock-fodder.
'Do my tits Chris,' Karl said softly. 'Whip my tits ...
hard, so they hurt ... like before. Then do my ass - then make
me suck your cock and do what you did befo...'
Unfinished words.
The crop raised and slashed downward on Karl's left nipple.
The boy's head snapped backward, mouth gaping in silent scream.
I gasped in climax, sharing Karl's pain as my own fingers
pinched turgid nipple, thrust past the 'g' into my turgid, slimy
cunt.
Upward-flicking crop smacks into satin'd balls.
Karl's body convulsed, knees buckling, hips jerking
involuntarily. His hands flew to his abused crotch.
Kikki stared in depraved exhilaration, her hands sliding
sexually, over her gorgeous body. The fingers of one tugged at
her teat ring, the fingers of the other gently slicked into her
cunt through the crotch of her silky panties.
Her mouth hung open slackly, her eyes wide, her breathing
ragged...
The abuser paused, the lust in his eyes and face matching
that in his brother's - and the girl's. Replacing the crop in the
belt he squeezed at his own latex pants, then hooked the
waistband under his balls, springing a full-erection free. It
slapped wetly against his belly.
I licked my lips, my fingers dug deeper.
Jealous for the thousandth time - wishing that I had a lump
of meat like that instead of a cunt, wishing I had something that
stuck lewdly from my crotch, like an arrogant animal looking at
its kill ... with ugly, bulging balls dangling, hanging...
'Suck cock Karl! It's dirty - needs your mouth to clean it.'
Karl dropped to his knees and held the swaying mutant in his
fist. Looking sexually up at his brother he skinned it, revealing
trapped, glistening fluid.
'Okay so it's juicy Karl! Suck on Dirty Dick!'
The voice almost a hiss.
Karl's lips slipped gently over the head, pushing the thick
fluid over his lips. It glistened, clung - a viscous trickle
globbed down his chin.
Kikki bent to watch the boy suck his brother's cock. Her
head dipped and she licked the slime from Karl's chin.
'That's it horny bro', take ... it ... all, 'cause I'm going
to fuck your pretty-boy face...'
Horny-Talk, I never could resist...
Three fingers thrust, two-knuckle deep. My left hand pinched
my right tit hard. My right knee shook. My eyes closed...
The tip of the crop poked through Karl's teat-ring. It
twisted. Karl looked down, watched his nipple screwed through
three-sixty degrees. His mouth was silently screaming, but his
hand worked cock, stretching the sexy crimson pouch obscenely.
My nipple-finger pinched harder and harder until I gasped
in pain, relishing the pleasure-wave rolling downward to my cunt.
The crop flicked again, smacking the crimson pouch, bouncing
the bulge.
'Tits, balls and cock, Karl! Now your butt! Turn around,
look in the mirror while I whip that sexy butt you're so fuckin'
proud of!'
Karl turned to the mirror, affording me full view now of his
front and rear. Chris moved behind, slid his hands around and
pinched Karl's teats. I watched his ass in the black latex briefs
clench as he squeezed himself against his brother's ass...
'You like that, don't you Karl? Like to watch me nip your
tits ... and like to feel my hard dick in my sexy pants rub
against your sexy butt!'
The white silk g-string was a sodden rag under my
ministrating fingers. My tits burned.
I swigged more Vodka - drink going straight to my head.
Chris stepped back and flicked the insides of his brother's
thighs from the rear, they splayed in recognition and he reached
between them - groping roughly at hot rigidness through shiny
satin.
'Mmmm, nice hard cockie Karl ... Your butt, Karl ... I'm
going to whip your butt. It'll make your dick drool with hunger
and it'll drool some more when I throw you on the bed and ram
mine down your throat...'
A shudder shook me and I had to lean forward on the window
sill to take some weight from buckling knees. The horny-talk was
more than I could endure. Three fingers worked in juice-spewing
slackness. I lifted my hand, smeared my own cunt mess around my
mouth and nose. It felt lovely. I could smell my horny cunt as
I watched - watched the best night of all time...
Engrossed in a private world, my attention never wavered
from the action...
The muscled, tanned cheeks of Karl's ass were split by the
wide band of red satin; a sharp upward 'V' of untanned flesh
showed vividly either side of the split. I wished I'd been there
to see the fit youth sunbathing in sexy swim-pants.
Soon ... probably...
The crop struck, and struck again, cutting the cheeks with
smacking, scarlet stripes.
At each, Karl's body jerked, twitched, begged for another.
At each, I shuddered.
At each, the girl's excitement became more intense.
She pushed between the two and stood. In boots, stockings
and pink panties - bra discarded. Her hands were on her hips and
she thrust her tits out to Chris...
'Hit my tits,' she said, in a voice cracking with lust.
'And fuckin' well do the bitches hard while I frigg off. I
wanna cum while you hit me.'
Straddling muscled thighs, she slipped a hand to her
panties. Her index slid over the contours of her cunt, pushing
through the fabric - pushing shiny pink satin into her hole.
Chris stared.
Karl moved quickly behind her and watched over her shoulder.
He gently fucked his pouch against her silky ass and reached his
right hand around to replace hers, groping soft cunt through
silky satin.
She groaned and squirmed her ass back - silky girl-panties
against silky boy-thong, hard with fuck-promise.
'Go ahead Chris, the bitch's ready for fucking. It feels
like she's pissed her panties she's so fucking hot. There's a
cock-burnin' furnace going in here.'
When the crop struck - a heavy, downward flick - the girl's
mouth screamed but no sound escaped. Young tits bounced,
recoiled, regained their proud stance.
Karl Perkin's hands, reaching around her, grasped the teat
rings and pulled the girl's tits savagely outward from her body.
'Oohhh, shitting fuck! Yessss,' she hissed, looking down and
watching the abusing hands. 'Pull my fucking tits and hit my
twat. Do it soft.'
She spread trembling thighs.
Chris's crop rested on the ground between them. Kikki's
mouth dropped open as she waited to receive the blinding pain in
her cunt that would soon sear.
She watched her tits abused. And waited...
The crop smacked against the crotch of the wet panties,
cutting the soft flesh beneath. She swooned and recovered,
paused, looked Chris in the eye...
'It's nice ... burney ... do me again .... harder.'
This time her knees buckled and she dropped to the floor,
clutching her crotch ... but still hadn't discovered the rush she
yearned...
She turned, looked over her shoulder at Chris...
'Thrash my bottom. I want it stripey-hot when you bastards
fuck it. And do the crack as well. I like that.'
Karl moved to her head, pulling his cock from the pouch. He
wanked slowly in front of her face, pulling more juice to add to
the pool already in the head of the cock. Catching a falling
strand he wiped it on the lips of the girl's gaping mouth.
Chris moved to watch his brother skin his cock, revealing
the collected copious slime. Karl closed the girl's mouth, thrust
forward, and fisting his cock wiped the thick goo around her lips
and chin. Her mouth opened in a wide, white-flashing, sexual
laugh. Then her lips sucked at the piss-hole of the drooling
cock. As Chris moved behind her once more, Karl slow-fucked her
mouth.
The panties clung, moulded to the most perfect of girl
asses, the satin crinkling lightly into the cleft.
When the blow struck across the centre of the cheeks Kikki
mewled, a strangled cry of pain.
She pushed Karl away and stood, frigging herself gently.
'You two now... I wanna watch you. Fuck his mouth Karl,' she
said quietly. 'I want to watch you use his mouth again.'
Chris pushed the tanned, muscled body of his brother roughly
forward. It bounced on the bed, squirmed and turned quickly onto
its back. The crimson pouch distorted lewdly.
Climbing atop, he kneeled astride, sitting on the chest and
pinning the body to the bed.
'I'm gonna fuck your mouth Karl, and there's a full balls-
load, boiling-up, ready to shoot all over your pretty-boy face.
Get ready. Open up Karl, open your fucking mouth bro'.'
I stooped forward on the point of hyper-ventilating. Both
hands worked; one kneading a tit, the other deep in my dripping
core. My nostrils flared with my own heady musk - I wished I
could have a smell of theirs.
The abuser hooked the waistband of his pants under his
balls, releasing the wondrous, seven-inch-fatness. He leant
forward over the prone body and pressed it into the captive boy's
mouth. The cheeks of his ass bunched in the shiny-black pants as
he pressed downward.
Karl stared upward, wide-eyed at his brother and the girl.
She had both hands on Chris's cock and was pushing it into Karl's
mouth with savage lust. When it was in, she moved down the bed
and squeezed Karl's cock through the pouch, reached under to
fondle Chris's balls still within the black briefs.
'Cum for me Karl-Boy,' she said softly. 'Cum for Kikki. I
want to lick your jizz out of this sexy pouch.'
At that moment, my private world fell apart...
Chris pulled out of Karl's mouth, fisting his cock which
spewed its load into his brother's face. .
Karl's jutting, crimson pouch turned dark red as his own
semen pumped into it under the ministrations of Kikki's hands.
My stockinged thighs clamped together, forcing dewy fingers
further inside. I fell forward onto the window ledge, gasping...
Then mewled in shock as my world went black.
Something had been thrown over my head and torso, a rope was
tied around it, binding my arms to my sides. Strong arms
encircled ... bodies crowded, pushed...
Terrified, I realised what I had always known - rape fantasy
was just that, fantasy. The real thing would be terrifying - was
terrifying ... for at that moment I was certain I was to be
raped.
Blissful relief then, when two minutes later the rope was
untied, the sheet whisked off and I found myself standing in the
room into which I'd just been spying; looking into six shocked
and disbelieving, young faces...
The Perkins twins.
'Lurch', nicknamed on account of his six-foot-five height,
lumbering gait and hideously disjointable limbs.
Thomas 'Tubby' Fox - wimp.
Kikki - 'do my fanny' sex-slut.
And dreaded outspoken brat, Simon Mathers who - first to
recover composure - played 'mouthpiece' as usual.
'Well well, if it isn't Miss Tits! It seems it's your ass
on the line this time, if you'll pardon the colloquialism. Wait
'til the Head hears about this! Careless Miss Pritchard, very
careless, leaving footprints under the window last night! A
voyeur gardener we thought we'd check for tonight! And bagged our
own fucking Year-Tutor!'
With my bubble burst, I tried to rationalise a thousand
whirring thoughts ... publicity ... police!
Then the dawn of an idea! I could do as much damage to them
as they could to me! Maybe I could even leave the school with
some sort of legend-status! I'd enjoy the attempt anyhow...
Taking the final draught from the flask, I threw it
theatrically into the corner of the room.
Unbuttoning the coat, I sent it after the flask.
Unpinning my hair I shook it into the blonde fuzz...
The resultant lust in the faces of the five - no six for
Kikki's was apparent too - sent sparks to my nipples and worms
to my clit.
They were transfixed.
Miss Pritchard - hateful, spiteful, old-fashioned schoolmarm
had turned...
Into a cock-bucking, ball-crawling, fuck-me-then-come-in-my-
mouth, vision of slut.
Twelve eyes ogled me standing there, wantonly exposing
myself in shiny-black PVC suspender belt, black stockings and
scrappy-white satin g-string.
Twelve eyes devoured as, with hands on hips, I thrust out
my tits at them, turned to give my ass to them, fucked my crotch
at them...
And played my ace.
Gone the high-pitched, 'Miss Pritchard' voice, this was the
real voice; the voice of me - SuperSlut.
'Mathers, you loud-mouthed, butt-fucking ass-licker! Use
what little brain you have! If the Head 'finds out' about me he
finds out about you! Imagine him knowing the uses to which you
put your "friend" Lurch, late at night when you're half drunk,
after you've plied the poor bastard with drugs! Not just the Head
perhaps? Your parents ... girlfriend?
And you Tubby! Your store of porn made public! Don't look
so shocked ... under the floorboards by your wardrobe - not to
mention the little toys you use on that little-fat cock of yours!
And the stocking and pantie store? Like wearing them don't you?'
And not forgetting the ever-horny Perkins' with definite
inclinations towards even more deviant practises - S/M and
watersports - eh boys?
See? We've all got our little secrets haven't we? So, why
don't we just enjoy our circumstance here - and quietly have some
fun? It's my last week in this hell-hole and I want to go out
with a bang - or with a multiple-fuck to be more precise.'
They looked at one another, then at me, realisation dawning,
slowly.
'Come on boys. Get naked. I want your horny cocks.'
They scrabbled. Clothing everywhere.
I shook the untidy mane of blonde hair.
Parting my thighs, one hand slid to my tits, the other
between my thighs.
'Like the tits boys? Big fat juicy for your grubby little
hands? Like to see a horny slut with a hand in her panties, like
this ... frigging her hot n' hornied cunt, begging to be fucked?
'Like the stockings? Come and drool your cocks on them! Feel
how nice silk stocking feels with a hot, sex-hungry woman filling
them.
'My tits burn for you, boys! My cunt's horny for you, for
your young cocks. I want to horny-fuck with you all ... I want
your horny cocks in my horny cunt, my mouth, my ass ... whip my
ass ... whip my tits... suck my cunt and find out what a real
woman tastes like...'
Kikki stepped forward, eyes shining.
Reaching her hands to my tits she weighed them, staring into
my eyes. I knew what she wanted. The horny little exhibitionist
bitch walked both sides of the fence and she was asking if I did
too!
I did.
My tits felt delicious in her warm, juicy hands.
I leant forward and licked her chin gently, tasting the
smears of glisten, the lovely drool of cock. I licked her lips,
my tongue darting there, fighting, squirming with hers.
My hands slid down her belly, over that downy fuzz and I
stroked her cunt through the pinkey satin panties. They were wet,
and hot, there at the crotch. My fingers probed her cunt. Her
body jerked at the contact. She gasped...
'Let's do ... dirty things for the boys Miss,' she mouthed
into a kiss. 'Show them how dirty us girls can be?'
She sank to her knees, hooked the side-tie of my 'g' and
ripped savagely upward. The crotch tore into my cunt, the tie
snapped, the flimsy triangle of satin slipped to hang around my
knee.
Pain turned pleasure-wave of lust.
Cool air cooled.
She looked around at the boys - who had closed in on us -
all naked, panting and slowly wanking - then looked up into my
face, as she extended her tongue to my cunt.
'Ohhhh...'
I gripped her head, pushed it away, looking down into the
sexfull expression gazing back up. On the tip of her tongue she
displayed the sprig of thick juice, expelled by my burning cunt.
'You're fanny smells horny. You've got a horny cunt. I like
to lick out horny cunts.'
Then the foul-mouthed, dirty slut did it.
Slowly - not too slowly.
All the while, both of us got our tits and asses mauled.
All the while my hands sought rampant cock, full balls or
young, firm ass. Cock slime clung to my hands and arms as they
pushed forward, pressing their sweaty-juicy cocks into my hands
for a feel, a grope, a wank. When I sensed one ready for spurting
I pushed it away, felt for another. My hands were not the place
I wanted to accept their first - their heaviest of loads.
Except Tubby. The excited little fatty couldn't stop himself
gaily wanking after I'd stopped. I pushed him toward Kikki's
head. Though reluctant to have her mouth leave my cunt I wanted
to watch the slut take a load in the face.
Tubby's little, but fat, stubby cock poked Kikki's cheek.
She turned toward him and raked her fingernails up his chubby
thighs. Then, holding the base of his cock she dipped her head
and suckled his balls, the sounds of her lickings and sniffings
(deliberately?) loud.
She knew when it was coming and held it steady in her fist,
a few inches from her face - squeezing, not wanking.
She stared up at Tubby.
'Do it fatty. Cum in my suckey mouth.'
He didn't.
He shot his load all over that dark-skinned, sexy-pretty
face. Mostly, the rich, white-flying ropes missed her mouth -
because she wanted them to.
The slut wanted her face garnished, for all to see, and
savour. When it had done spurting, she noisily sucked for the
last.
And still held the cock in her fist, staring up at the boy.
'There's some left - deeper in,' she said.
Tubby, in the aftermath of cum, looked quizzical.
Kikki defined her request...
'Piss it out Tubby. For Kikki?'
'Filthy bitch!' Mathers muttered, doubtfully.
'You ain't seen nothin' yet,' Karl Perkins muttered back.
Tubby's ass-cheeks clenched. I moved behind him, ticked his
ass, groped under to feel his balls - watched over his shoulder.
The upward gaze of the girl wavered between his face and mine.
The sperm-streaked face opened in that sexual laugh again,
white teeth and lips cloyed - connected - by strands of boy cum.
I wished it were me on my knees.
'Go on Tubby,' I whispered. 'She wants it. Piss in her face.
Give it to her - we want to watch.'
He found it hard. But obeyed. A two-inch squirt, headed by
thickness, followed by yellowness.
The thickness stuck, just below her eye. The rest settled
briefly down the gipsy nose, and slipped onto the licking tongue.
'Lovvvelly,' she groaned.
Just the start of the sexy girl's orchestrated 'show'...
Minutes later she had me, half-sat on Perkins desk, thighs
splayed (still wearing the boots and black stockings). She had
the base of twelve inches of shiny-black, pliable dildo in her
hand.
Nine - so far - were up me.
She was going for twelve and they loved it.
So did I.
To watch another horny girl ramming a huge dildo up my cunt
was good enough. For it to happen there, illegally, in front of
all that rampy-young horned-up cock was fantastic.
She fucked me with it. Almost coldly. Pushing that monster
in and out in long, even strokes. On the insroke she dipped her
head and bit my tits, her face displaying animal lust. I wondered
what it would be like if she had me alone - tied up.
My cunt slurped, widened, choked - and juiced, streaking the
shiny-black with its frothy-thick stickiness. Sweet-heated cunt-
stink rose in the heat from my sweating body.
When she'd taken her pleasure, she gave them all a go at the
new game - dildo-fucking the HornBitch.
One by one they jostled to hold the thing, to fuck me with
it, their time off taken in sucking, biting, kissing, or just
groping my tits.
I was in heaven.
A slut-whore's heaven of lust.
The centre-piece. A fuck-machine.
The machine at the centre of the orgy - generating the
degenerate; the perverse - feeding their lust.
Kikki stood on the desk behind me. On a brief glance upward
I saw her with thighs splayed, both hands at her crotch, reaming
her cunt with a different dildo - a bright yellow dildo one with
incongruous, hanging, latex balls.
She used the balls for leverage, screwing her cunt down onto
the lewd instrument of pleasure.
Kikki also was in exhibitionistic heaven. Our noisy cums
prompted by exclamations from the boys to be quiet. I knew why
-
the corridors at lights-out were patrolled by junior teachers
and the school caretaker. The boys did not want their bubble
bursting before the party was over...
'Someone pull this fucker out, I need real cock-fucking!'
Kikki again. When the mass of flesh receded I saw her on all
fours on the bed - doggying - with balls of yellow latex blooming
from her cunt. With ass raised, she waited for the first to get
to her. Mathers gripped the balls, ripped the yellow thing out
of her cunt and bounced onto the bed.
Holding her ass steady he pushed his cock into the gaping,
horney-hot slickness.
I doggied beside the bed and watched from beneath, knowing
that my tight ass and exposed cunt, my thighs adorned with black
boots and stockings would prompt quick usage of cunt or ass - or
both.
It did. Tubby's little stalk was lost in the warm sea of my
cunt but he fucked it anyway, trying to reach under for my tits.
I wriggled back on the jerking cock, watching Mather's monster
ream Kikki's box, while his fingers went for asshole.
'Ooohhh Yessss! Plug my fucking shitter! Fuck me!' she
screamed at him, just as a cock appeared, wavering in her face.
'MouthFuck me,' she commanded it.
It did.
And I watched, wishing I had one in my mouth too.
She took it right to her throat and beyond, moving her head
like a snake eating a large animal. All seven inches, eventually,
were there.
Little gurgling noises accompanied each of Mather's
instrokes into her hot-box. His hand was busy too - I just made
out what he was doing - screwing her asshole with his thumb.
I wished it was me, where he was.
I love to tongue girl-cunt - and asshole as she doggies for
me - usually before fucking accumulated spunk-fills out of both.
I got my wish a few minutes later.
A few minutes later she was there, doggying in front of me
on the carpet, that dark-skinned ass and back decorated with
flies of Mathers' white spunk, her cunt dripping slime in long,
delicious teardrops. He must've pulled out in half-cum and shot
his load over her ass...
Very considerate.
As a cock sampled Kikki's throat, another sampled my cunt.
I was left with her horny, spunk-juiced cunt, and the little
browny joy-ring - widened, splayed - ready and inviting, right
in front of my face. Where she'd placed it for me...
My nose rested - snuffed the secret hole.
My nose snuffed apples - and the pungent smell of a girl's
clean asshole. Rising from under, in the heat - sweet and heady
-
girl cunt-stink.
My tongue met boy-slime and fought through it to pleasure
her gaping-horny cunt, flicking downward to tease her clit, back
up to taste cunt and spunk in a tongue-lashing swathe.
I swallowed cum - boy-spunk and cunt-cream. Swallowed what
I couldn't smear on my face. The smell of cock provoked...
She wriggled her ass on my face, the two muscle-fleshy
pillows trying to chew my nose.
She came on my mouth.
She came on the ministrations of my tongue, the probing-
sniffing nose...
She came on the hands mauling her tits, and the cock fucking
her throat...
Mewling like a kitten, and shaking her ass, her sweet juice
flowed.
Cunt-cum and boy-cum.
My face was slime.
I went for Mather's spunk then.
The dessert. The smell of it heady, I licked it from her
asscheeks, the musky cleft, sucked it from her cunt and shouted
in orgasm as a cock pumped a sweaty balls-load up my cunt while
an anonymous hand punched my tits and another frotted my clit
into a frenzy of seething delirium.
The sluts got gorgeously, deliciously, used.
As sluts love to be used.
The rest would be only a dream.
If I didn't have it now to play back to my new husband and
friends at the start of a horny night's orgy...
Because they took it in turns to use the Perkins' camcorder.
The rest of the action was filmed:-
Kikki, on her back on the bed.
Knees-high.
Kikki, pushing a full beer bottle up her ever-hungry, spunk-
spattered cunt.
Kikki, her dark-skinned tits and downy, black-haired belly
adorned with the thick-white streaks and glistening trails of man
- shot from now-deflated balls.
Kikki, shaking that bottle, exploding the beer inside her
cunt...
Kikki, mouthing the vilest obscenities, pulling at her tits
while ramming herself full of beer and bottle...
Kikki, with bottle fully embedded, her head over the edge
of the bed, still mauling her own slimy tits while she sucked
each boy-cock clean, licked it back to erection with her slutty
mouth.
Kikki, pleading with each of them to piss in her mouth, or
to stand over her head and piss on her tits while her head raised
up between their thighs, her mouth sucking and her tongue licking
at balls and assholes.
Me. Using her mouth.
Straddling her face, pulling her head into my cunt I slimed
her already-scummy face with the stuff my cunt was voiding.
She relished each precious second.
The words were cunt-muffled, yet excitingly clear...
'Piss in my mouth...'
Her mouth clamped on my cunt and her eyes pleaded up from
down there - between my thighs - I did as bidded while all
watched, while the camera filmed.
I leant forward, my hands sliding over her glistening,
slimy, piss-wet tits. I trapped her head between my thighs and
groaned as I did it.
She gurgled a bit, but took it eagerly, the excess spilling
from her mouth, over her cheeks and neck, dripping to the floor.
The boys gave a weak cheer.
The evening almost over...
With some surprises...
Kikki, standing on Perkins desk - butt-naked, looking down
her body and thrusting out her cunt at Mathers - main camera-man
- who's lens was probably misting with the heat from her box.
She didn't know it - didn't care, she did 'sex' for the
'rush' it gave her - but that film, in a few weeks time, launched
her into a healthy career in 'specialised' movies...
Chris Perkins, film-director and main stud, having just
fucked that proffered cunt with the black dildo, filled the balls
of the yellow one with his piss and proceeded to squeeze his gift
into the used receptacle. We heard it go in - deep.
She loved it ... but still wanted - needed - for more...
Now the camera was rolling, the exhibitionist got her...
It got me, too.
As Kikki shouted 'Fist me you bastard!', pulling her tits
and squirming her hips I got up on that table next to her, pulled
Karl up after me and started sucking the jizz off his cock, right
in camera-shot...
'Ram your whole fuckin' hand up my juicy twat-hole! D'ya
hear?' rang in my ears as I suckled messy cock and reamed sweaty
asshole...
Chris Perkins went for gold...
Four fingers went easy...
She moaned and wriggled a bit to help.
Four plus thumb were hard...
She groaned and winced but when he relaxed the upward-push
of his hand because of it she lashed him...
'Fuckin' get that bastard UP ME!' she screamed and reached
down between her thighs to grasp his wrist and pull more of his
arm inside her.
'Ohhh, sweetest SHIT!' she screamed as his hand and half his
forearm embedded her distended cunt.
Spreading her thighs and leaning forward, she grasped his
forearm and rolled her hips, heaving her body up and down...
She and Chris Perkins were oblivious to the sound of the key
in the door and the creak as it opened.
She and Chris Perkins didn't notice him enter quietly, so
engrossed were they in their show of depravity.
Leonard Shultz!
Head Janitor, Head Gardener, Head Pervert!
My secret Lover on Wednesday nights - my mid-week cock - to
help me endure school life before each weekends' depravity in the
City.
For six months I'd been sneaking over the fields to his
grotty gatehouse - each Wednesday at ten p.m. That gatehouse
could have been a little palace but Lenny Shultz had no pride,
no manners, and no sense of hygiene.
I loved him for all those.
He wanted cunt.
I needed cock - hard - big - horny - dirty cock, attached
to a mans-man who loved to use his women. By the early hours,
each Thursday morning, I'd been thoroughly and almost
systematically used and abused - mouth, tits, cunt and asshole.
After pounding all with cock, he pounded all with his 'toys'.
Lenny Shultz lived and worked for one thing - his porn
collection - and his weekly Wednesday night treat...
Or so I thought...
Kikki was on her back on the desktop, flopping like a landed
fish on Chris Perkins' arm. His free hand slapped her tits - she
screamed at him to smack them harder.
The rest of the boys and me stared at Schultz - Schultz the
hated ... or so I thought...
'Having a little party before term-end, I see?'
Chris Perkins froze, moved his body between Kikki's mid-
section so that Shultz couldn't see (a little late!), and
proceeded to extricate his arm.
Staring around the group, panting a little, Lenny
systematically stripped. I wondered how the hell he dared, in
front of the boys he had terrorised ... especially now, standing
there naked but for lycra 'scanties', the pouch bulging, the
shiny, bright yellow fabric oozing a snail-trail of glistening
juice...
'Well Miss Pritchard, I see you finally succumbed and came
in from the cold - I trust my boys have serviced you well?'
'My boys'! I suddenly realised what the perv had been up to.
I realised more when Kikki trotted up and stood right there,
brazenly naked and spunk-smeared, in front of him.
'Hungry for your supper Lennie?' she asked, her hands doing
something to her cunt I couldn't quite see.
She had her thighs spread, her hands down there, her little
tanned ass clenched and unclenched as she gently fucked her
crotch at him. Shultz stared.
'C'mon Lennie. I'm packed full of Perkie spunkies, come feel
it dripping out, it's all luvvely and slidey. You wanna have
Perkie spunkies early?'
So! He had me Wednesdays, Kikki Thursdays - after she'd been
with the Perkins' both!
'He'd rather suck this,' said Mathers fisting his cock and
standing next to Kikki. 'Right Shultz? What's it to be - horny-
fresh boydick in your mouth or old jerk-off jizz from her cunt?'
'That dick's not fresh,' Kikki giggled, swiping Mather's
hand away.
'It's been up my holes - and hers,' she added, nodding at
me.
'Nice panties, Shultz,' Mathers mocked, reaching to roll his
fingers across the glistening fluid seeping through the bulged
yellow fabric.
'Been watching through the window and cumming in our sexy
panties have we?'
Mathers doubled in pain as Shultz's hand shot out, grabbed
the boy's balls and twisted them in a paw of a hand.
'Shut your fucking loud mouth Mathers and bring Miss
Pritchard over here. I think the two of us should get better
acquainted.'
So, Shultz was keeping our little secret a secret! For his
own reasons - no doubt - but I preferred it that way.I didn't
wait for Mathers grubby hands to 'bring' - I walked straight up
and kissed the beery, black-bearded face.
And stroked my tits on the heavy-pec'd chest.
And slid my hand down the nest of black belly-hair to gently
squeeze the cock I loved - pushing obscenely through the
stretched lycra briefs.
'Lick Kikki out,' I whispered into my kiss. 'Lick out her
horny twat and share the taste with me...'
Shultz sank to his knees. Kikki spread herself once again,
this time right in front of his face. When his head bobbed
forward, she stepped backward.
'Wait, wait Shultzy, let everyone see how jizzie Kikki's
cuntie is before you slide that luvvely thick tongue in there.
'I've been fist-fucked. Look how wide and open I am.'
Kikki's hands split herself, she spread her thighs, almost
squatting, and she lewdly pushed out her crotch.
The fuzz of downy-black belly hair was smeared with juice.
The trimmed black cunt hair frothy with white, slicked-up
spume.
Between the rosy, open lips, fresh spunk oozed.
She used it with flicking fingers.
'Right Shultzy, lick my jizzey-smelly, fucked-out hole,' she
said, pushing it onto his mouth and grabbing his head.
'Oohhh Yessss!' she hissed, mopping the bearded face with
that burning bush before sitting it firmly onto his mouth.
'Now fucking well suck all that boy-spunk out o' my fanny
you perverted bastard ... Oooohhh yes! More, do that more!'
I watched for a second, then knelt beside the pair. Running
one had over his tight, lycra'd ass, the other over the cum-slimy
stretched triangle at the front, I whispered, licking his ear as
his mouth worked on Kikki's cunt...
'Cum in your pants Lennie. Spunk them. I want to suck jizz
out of these sexy pants.'
Squeezing rhythmically at the front, I pressed the lycra
into his ass-crack, my index prodding the hole. He groaned into
his supper.
'Oohh kept it up Shultzy, suck it like that...' Kikky
crooned. 'Yes like that. So we can all hear you sucking cunt.
What's she doing down there ... hope she's not wasting Shultz-
cream on a hand job, if she is she'd better share it...'
She shut her filthy mouth then and stopped moving on his
face. I wondered briefly what she was up to. Briefly because I
soon realised that Shultz was swallowing and also that a warm
trickle was flowing down his belly, and soaking the front of his
sexy yellow briefs where my squeezing hand still worked.
I stroked my hand up his belly and chest, sliding the
wetness over his skin. If Kikki wanted to keep secret the fact
that she was pissing in his mouth then I was happy to go on with
it. Besides that, it felt nicer - my squeezing hand was wetter,
and the lumped man-pack beneath filmy lycra squelched nicely.
'Suck my asshole Shultzy pleeazzze,' Kikki mewled, turning
around and doubling in front of him. The crack of that delectable
ass opened and I watched his tongue flick the hole. It was one
of Shultz's favourite activities - evident because his cock
pulsed and I felt his it pump a ballsload of hotstuff into his
sexy yellows, joining the warm slime already there.
Time for my partypiece...
I pushed him up to his feet, the bulging, wet triangle of
yellow lycra now right in front of my face. Kikki knelt behind
me and rubbed her tits on my back and fucked her wet cunt gently
on my ass. She watched over my shoulder, reaching around to
fondle my tits. I sensed other hands or cocks making use of the
free parts of her body while all eyes watched me.
Good.
An honest slut likes to be watched as she gets her pleasure.
Shultz's lycra briefs were two shades of yellow.
Dry yellow and wet yellow.
The wet yellow was almost translucent, showing his beautiful
cock and balls bulging inside. I licked gently, gazing up into
his face.
The gorgeous smells mixed, yet all were there individually.
Cock, spunk, wet lycra, and faintly - piss.
My hands moved ... lovingley, my lips kissed, tasted...
'Shultzy you've pissed your pants,' said Mathers, matter-of-
factly.
'Typical. But if you're retrogressing this orgy, then let's
retrogress it properly.
With that he stood behind Shultz, holding his cock while
reaching around to pinch Shultz's nipples.
'How's that feel, Sexy Shultzy?' Mathers whispered over
Shultz's shoulder.
'Boy's dangler down your pants, boy fingers nipping yer nips
... and ... boy piss ... on your ass...'
Shultz groaned...
At the same time, Mathers' piss burst into the area of
Shultz's balls, ballooning the lycra. Only briefly. Then it
pushed through the lycra and cascaded from his balls. I could see
all then - even the black wiry hairs through the fabric.
I sucked that fabric, raking my fingers up his thighs to
gently grope. One of Kikki's hands left my tits, smeared down my
belly and fingers prodded my core.
'Do it to him,' she said loudly. 'We're all watching. Lick
out Shultzies jizzey-pissey panties...'
I peeled them inside out. The massive cock swayed in front
of my face, dripping spunk. It wasn't wasted, I put my head under
it, stared up at the monster, and let it drip its filth - long
slimy strands of it onto my face.
'Mmmm...,' Kikki's hands slid over my face, pushing the
spunk towards my mouth.
'Eat it slut,' she whispered to me. 'Eat Shultzy's spunk and
taste piss.'
Briefly I sucked the cock before attending to the collected
stuff clinging to the insides of the triangle of lycra. I licked,
greedily, sucked noisily, and heard with satisfaction the groans
of admiring disgust coming from above.
I was a slut, doing what a true slut does best...
Kneeling before a man doing lovely-disgusting things only
a slut can do ... and getting off on others getting off on her.
Kikki grasped my hair and pulled my head backward, dipping
her own lips to meet mine. We shared a deep, slutty kiss.
Then she licked my face.
Starting at my eyes, she worked down, lapping the whole of
my face like an excited puppy.
And all the time we had our fingers in each other's cunts.
And all the time the others watched...
Enthralled.
Slowly, Kikki peeled away, lay back on the floor. Her knees
were raised, her thighs parted. Grasping her tits, staring at me,
she pushed them up ... at me, and at the circle, grouped to
wonder, to witness - to gawp at the depth of depravity...
'Piss on my tits Claire...
'Lenny - kneel over me and put your cock in my mouth. I want
to frigg off while you both piss on me - in me.'
Shultz knelt over her head, facing down her body, his balls
resting in her eyes. He pushed his cock down into the girl's
mouth which resembled one of a baby bird, searching for food...
Shultz leant forward, slapping Kikki's hands from her own
tits, replacing them with his. He pulled at them, staring at
me...
'Piss on the bitch's tits, then on me. I want to get hard
so I can fuck you...'
I straddled Kikki, standing straight, both hands at my cunt.
When it came it came hard and fast. A hot-aimed stream,
first onto Kikki's tits and Shultz's hands, then onto her neck,
and up...
Up Shultz's body ... with me shuffling forward to get my
pissing cunt to his mouth - to give the filthy bastard what he
liked - the taste of a horny woman's piss.
I leant over Chris Perkin's desk, swayed my tits on the
rough wooden top, thrust my ass out. My thighs were splayed,
opening for them all the bushy-blonde, glistening, hole. I looked
over my shoulder; licked my lips.
'... I like to be thrashed on my ass and tits. It makes me
cum having my ass and tits whipped.'
Karl Perkins joined me, Shultz too. In the mirror I saw
three asses lined up for punishment - all tight, tanned asses,
two with cock and balls dangling between splayed thighs.
The 'smack' of Mather's crop on my soft flesh cracked
through the silence in the little room. I jerked my cunt against
the table, trying to find the edge with my clit.
Mathers went for me. Six blows, each sending a hot, fiery
arrow to my cunt.
I watched my ass being abused.
I watched Kikki watching me get it. She smiled, blew a kiss
with lips glistening with man-slime.
She gave it to Shultz and Karl, hard with a ruler.
Mathers trailed the crop down my back, through the deep-
clefted furrow and paused, prodding my asshole.
I groaned - opened for a shit - pushed backward, eager for
that extra sensation. Mathers lowered the weapon of exquisite
torment, tickled the golden-blonde, hungry lips.
I straddled some more.
Karl Perkin's thighs pressed into the desk from the front,
taunting me with cock in fist, pointing it at my mouth. A dewy,
thick thread of fluid hung from the tip. I stretched forward to
it...
Finding the rough edge of the desk for my throbbing clit.
Heady musk - the musk of fucked-out cock - flared my
nostrils, seized my faculties like an aphrodisiac drug. My lips
closed on the used thing like a baby on a dummy.
Warm thighs pressed against the back of mine. My stockings
rustled and Chris Perkin's cock slid wholly inside. Powerful
thrusts shuttled me to and fro on the desktop, scraping my tits,
banging my clit.
Lurch and Mathers were beside Karl, reaching under to grope
at my tits. Someone stroked the stockinged backs of my thighs;
someone removed my boot and played with my toes. Someone's mouth
closed on stockinged toes and sucked ... I couldn't see him but
I knew that Tubby Fox was enjoying me too.
In the corner of my eye, Shultz fucked Kikki - or rather
Kikki used Shultz's cock, straddling his body as he lay on the
floor. Her back was to me, so as she raised and lowered on the
monster I had clear view of it, creamy with white frothy coat.
His nipples came in for rough treatment until she lay
forward over his body, her head held above his. His eyes stared
up into hers. His cock was poised, just inside the entrance to
her cunt.
'Do it, filthy slut-tart. Spit on me if you want my spunk
up your horny box - you know it makes me cum...'
Her dark-skinned little body shook, as if she were giggling.
When she turned her head a little I saw that she was. I also saw
the strands of spit she pushed from her mouth dripping onto
Shultz's face. I thought I'd seen everything in my life until I
saw that, and how wild it made Shultz.
As he positioned his mouth to accept the offered fluids from
the slut his groin began a wild dance and that cock drilled her
cunt like there was an engine behind it. There was - Shultz. And
as he fucked her he punched her tits with a ferocity that would
bruise.
And Kikki loved it, writhing and jerking as much as she
could writhe and jerk ... while spitting on a guy and getting her
cunt fucked by him at the same time...
But I had my own following and they wanted me. I was leaned
over a table with a cock at my ass and one in my face from the
other side of the table...
Karl Perkins watched as I sucked his cock with hungry mouth,
enjoying feel of the thickness which cloyed my lips and teeth.
He looked over me into the eyes of his brother thrusting deeply
into me and, grasping my hair, he wildly fucked my mouth. The
first jets I tasted, the rest was sprayed into my face as he
withdrew his cock and fisted the spurting rest into my face.
I opened my mouth for him - them.
A silent, sexually-triumphant smile showed my spoil, thickly
cloying to lips and teeth.
Chris Pritchard's sweating body fell onto my back. His
thighs slapped wetly on mine and on my ass. At the moment his
twin shot his load into my mouth, he had shot his into my cunt.
I groaned as the cocks voided cunt and mouth.
For reasons of file size, the remainder of that evening's
fuck orgy, for the moment, remains in my mind. If you would like
the continuation, and the events of the next time we met, I will
be willing to share them ... privately with you, or perhaps via
a posted request...
But be warned ... in order for us ladies(!) to illicit all
from our men that night, something(s) distastfull took place...
LATER THEN...
Only the Perkins twins were left, still naked in the little
room which reeked of sex.
'I think we'd better take you across to the showers, Miss
Pritchard,' Chris said quietly.
Thirty minutes later I was dressed, ready to leave the
building the way I'd come - the fire exit.
'What'll happen now, Miss Pritchard ... you and us I mean?'
Karl asked, almost innocently.
I paused, smiling inwardly...
'I think it's time you both called me Claire,' I said
quietly, gazing into the handsome faces...
'Anyway, by Saturday afternoon it won't be Miss Pritchard,
it'll be Mrs Perkins. Then - I suppose - you could technically
call me "Mother"...
'Though I rather think that your gorgeous-hunk of a horny-
toad father will insist on "Claire"...
'You see, I've only two days left at the school. On Saturday
.. well ... I'll leave that for you two to figure out...'
The fire escape banged closed behind me.
My exit even quicker than my entry!
I disappeared, back into the darkness from which I'd been
so rudely plucked.
Pausing, looking back into the lighted corridor I saw the
Perkins twins staring at the closed fire exit.
Then they stared at each other ... understanding breaking
slowly across their astonished faces...
I smiled.
Miss Pritchard - once again, as always - got the last word!
ENDS.
Suzie SleaZe ... Writes to PleaZe ... and hopes she has!
101445.2670@compuserve.com
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Suzie