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(M+/f-teen, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, ws) *** Thursday was uneventful, and Friday was long. Ken turned up for last period interested in only one thing: would Dawn be there? She was, and he promised himself a very fulfilling half hour with her in the stationery cupboard once the lesson was over. Of course, he couldn’t piss on her there, or even have full sex, but he could certainly get himself off in her mouth. But as the lesson went on, he realised that this wouldn’t do. He couldn’t ask her to stay behind two weeks running without someone in the class noticing and talking about it. He couldn’t even run the risk of her waiting for him, for the same reason. He cudgeled his brain for a solution, and finally came up with one. He’d marked some homework from this class a few days previously. He wrote a note in the margin of Dawn’s exercise book – a very terse note – and then he gave the books out. He watched Dawn’s face as she opened her book, and saw by her start of surprise that she’d seen the note. The lesson wound up without incident, and Ken wished the class a pleasant weekend. They all left, Dawn not even making eye contact with him as she walked past his desk. He took his time clearing up and locking up, giving the schoolyard time to clear of all the homeward-bound students. Then he went out to his car. Dawn was waiting for him in the trees at the back of the car park. He glanced in that direction once, saw she was there, and then walked on to his car. He got into the car, started it up and reversed almost all the way to the trees – then he threw open the passenger door. "Quick," he hissed to Dawn. "Into the back." The little girl scuttled from cover and jumped into the car beside him. Ken told her to crouch down in the foot space, and threw his coat over her so that she’d be more or less invisible to anyone looking in. Then he got back in and drove off. He hadn’t given much thought to where he was going to take her: he just needed to fuck her, and he knew there was nowhere in school that was safe. He considered checking into a hotel with her, but that was far too dangerous – she was too obviously under-age, and there was a chance that a nosey hotel desk clerk would call the police. A wood somewhere? A public toilet? In the end he settled for a lay-by on the A412, close up against a stand of trees. It wasn’t exactly private, but Ken thought it was unlikely that any of the cars zooming past would have time to look in and see what was going on in the parked Focus by the roadside. Here he let Dawn up into the passenger seat, but stretched out horizontally, with her head in his lap. Dawn was hoping for at least a kiss or a hug before her teacher fucked her, but she found her mouth called into service immediately as Ken unzipped his flies and fed her his stiffening cock. Then, holding her head firmly in his hands, he proceeded to give her pretty face a ferocious seeing to. Dawn gagged and gurgled on his pumping meat, and Ken grunted in lustful pleasure as he forced his massive prong deep into her throat. By this time, Ken felt that Dawn understood the routine – and he was so horny that all he wanted to do was to get stuck into her. It was a great fuck – a crude oral rape that got him really happy really fast. All too soon he groaned and shot his load, hosing the little schoolgirl’s tonsils with jet after jet of thick, ropey sperm. It filled her mouth, and although she swallowed as quickly as she could, gooey streamers of spunk oozed from the corners of her lips and poured down her chin. He pulled out of her before he was finished coming so he could pump the last few spurts, with great satisfaction, into her face. Finally Ken exhaled explosively and pushed his schoolgirl lover off his wilting cock. "Shit!" he sighed. "That was fucking great. Right, we’d best get ... " He stopped and looked at Dawn closely. Her shoulders trembled. Her head was still down in his crotch, but even from this angle he could see that some of the liquid trickling down her face was tears rather than semen. The little girl was crying fit to bust. "What’s the matter?" Ken demanded, a little annoyed. "I don’t... I don’t know," Dawn sobbed, heartbrokenly. "It just... it feels... I don’t know! Oh god!" Ken realised belatedly that he had missed out all the "I love you" stuff, so keen had he been to make the little girl take it in the face and eat his cum. He suddenly went in to tenderness mode, and held Dawn tightly to him as he talked about the stresses of his day and his enormous need for her. "Only you can make me feel better, Dawn," he assured her. "I just had to have you. My passion for you made me impatient – and insensitive. I’m so sorry, my darling. Oh god, you know I’d never hurt you!" She was still crying as he made her come by frigging her clit as he shoved two fingers up her. The orgasm was a very real one, he could feel that, but Dawn’s mood was still volatile and she still clearly felt very sorry for herself. It was very frustating for Ken: he’d been hoping to get her out of the car by the roadside and piss on her again - perhaps even make her drink some this time – and clearly that wasn’t going to be possible while she was in this state. He spent another twenty minutes calming her down, and then had to drive her to the corner of her street because it was getting late enough that her parents might be worried. As usual he begged her not to tell anyone about their love, reminded her that the world wouldn’t understand, et cetera, et cetera, and extorted a promise that she’d come to him in the gym on Wednesday. In parting he kissed her and embraced her with all the fervour he could muster, and his parting words were "I love you, Dawn. I want to marry you." This, amazingly, seemed to do the trick. She gave him a weak, tearful smile and hugged him back before running away up the street. Ken drove away, full of amazement and a certain amount of optimism. If a promise of marriage would keep Dawn coming back for more, then he’d promise until he was blue in the face – and, he reflected with a grin, fuck her throat until she was. I needn’t tell you how the days dragged for poor Ken until Wednesday. He was desperate to renew his vows to Dawn, and (it must be said) to fuck the shit out of her some more. At last the day came around, and the bell rang for the end of afternoon school. Ken got himself down to the gym with all speed, and found Dawn already waiting for him in the girls’ changing room. Mindful now of what she wanted and needed to hear, he declared undying love for her and improvised about wedding bells as he got her out of her clothes. Then with the little girl on her knees in front of him, sucking him to a full hard- on, he lamented that they’d have to wait until she was legally old enough to marry. Curse... uh! ... the antiquated... uh! ... laws of... aah! ... church and state. Dawn seemed to be responding well to all this bullshit, so Ken felt that he was reasonably safe now in cutting to the chase and having a good fuck on her. He got her on her hands and knees on the bench and fed his hard-on into her cunt from behind, shagging her doggy style as she gasped and moaned. From this angle he got a first- class view of her arse, and he succumbed to an evil temptation. Sucking briefly on his forefinger to get it wet, he pressed it to her anus and slid it into her up to the first knuckle joint. Dawn yelped in surprise, and she squirmed a little under him: clearly the sensation was not a pleasurable one for her. But it was for Ken, and he pushed the finger a little deeper into her with each thrust of his cock. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dawn gasped. "Sir, it... it hurts!" "Only to begin with, Dawn," he panted. "Just let yourself go, my darling. Let yourself enjoy..." It was at this moment that the changing room door opened and the headmaster, Mister Bennett, entered the room. For a moment he just stared at the incredible scene that met his eyes. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. And Ken and Dawn stared back at him in mute horror. It seemed that they were frozen into a tableau of discovered sin – the teacher with his huge cock deep in the vagina of his under-age pupil, and his finger buried in her arsehole. Then the head exploded into a flurry of indignation. "Mister Westmore!" he bellowed. "I can’t believe what I’m seeing. My god! Get dressed, man! Get dressed, both of you!" Ken pulled his cock out of Dawn’s cunt and jumped to his feet. Dawn broke into hysterical tears, snatched up her gymslip from the floor and tried to cover herself with it. And the head turned away from them as if the mere sight of their perversions was too much for him. "Sir... Mr. Bennett..." Ken stammered, crossing over to his chief. "I can explain..." Mr. Bennett stubbornly shook his head without turning around. "I don’t believe you can, Mr. Westmore," he said stiffly. "And I don’t think any explanation is going to save your job." For a moment they stood like that, Ken panting from his recent exertions, with the sound of Dawn’s sobbing in their ears. Then Ken realised that there was just one chance to salvage the situation. "Yeah, okay," he said slowly, to the head’s back. "You could do that. You could come down all heavy on us, and sack me. Or..." He let the word hang in the air. Astonished by Ken’s effrontery, Mr. Bennett turned to glare at him. "Or you could have some," Ken finished, indicating Dawn with a sideway roll of his eyes. "She’s fourteen years old, and she’s the best piece of cunt I’ve ever had. For free." Mr. Bennett was not glaring at him now, but staring in wide-eyed disbelief. "You can get her to do anything," Ken pressed. "Anything you’ve ever wanted to do to a girl. Dawn will take it, and she won’t tell. It’s like Christmas came two months fucking early, honest to god." He stopped, trying to gauge Mr. Bennett’s reaction. For a moment, and then another moment, the silence hung heavy between them. Mr. Bennett looked at the sobbing, naked girl on the bench, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Then, very, very slowly, he took off his jacket. Ken breathed a sigh of relief. He was in with a chance now – so long as he could get Dawn to play along. Mr. Bennett crossed to the bench and stood in front of Dawn. She stared up at him out of eyes swollen with tears, fearfully at first, and then in horrified amazement as he unzipped his flies with great deliberation. Looking Dawn straight in the eyes, he pulled out a very large, very thick cock which was already half-hard. "Well you can suck me off," he said. "For starters." Dawn gasped aloud. She turned from Mr. Bennett’s hard- on to Ken and then back again, her mouth moving but no sound coming out. "But... but..." she managed at last. "I can’t! I can’t!" It was a pitiful wail that would have melted the heart of anyone. Well, anyone who wasn’t about to fuck her. "You’ve got to, my darling," Ken said, stroking her hair reassuringly. "It’s the only way. Otherwise I’ll lose my job and you’ll be sent to an inner-city sink school. Please, Dawn. Do this for me. For us. Otherwise we’ll never be able to consummate our love again!" And this was the real issue for Ken, so there was enough urgency in his voice to make his little schoolgirl lover hesitate. Also he was holding her head a bit more firmly now in case she should try to back away from Mr. Bennett’s huge cock. It took a lot more persuasion, and several repetitions of how the future of their relationship depended on this, but finally Dawn opened her mouth and Mr. Bennett shoved his knob between her lips. Tears were pouring down Dawn’s cheeks as she serviced him with her mouth and hand, as Ken had taught her. Mr. Bennett gave an almost agonised groan: he’d always suspected that being sucked off by one of his own students would be good – but he’d never imagined it would be this good. As for Ken, now that his initial fright and panic were over, he found that this was a situation he could seriously enjoy. He’d fantasised about sharing Dawn, but had concluded sadly that he’d never get her to accept it – but this was great. Another man who could be trusted to keep absolute discretion, and could terrorise Dawn into line if his charm failed. He knelt beside Dawn and started to play with her cunt as she continued to fellate the headmaster. Mr. Bennett was groaning and grunting like a stuck pig, hunched over Dawn’s face as her small mouth worked on his cock. "Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh yes! Eat my meat, you bitch!" The feeling of her tongue on his glans was driving him wild. He started to thrust into her mouth, just as Ken usually did. Dawn gave a hiccuping sound of dismay, but she made no effort to pull away from the invading member, even though Mr. Bennett’s cock was thicker than Ken’s and her lips were stretched painfully around it. Meanwhile Ken was doing a good job between her legs, tweaking and rubbing her little love-bud to keep her aroused and off-balance. Then, after calling a time- out, he got Dawn on her hands and knees on the bench so that he could shag her cunt from behind while Mr. Bennett continued to make energetic love to her face. Mr. Bennett turned out to have quite an appetite for rough sex. He was driving his cock deeper and deeper into Dawn’s gullet, and keeping up a stream of invective as he did so. "Yes, eat it, whore. Fucking eat it! You cock-sucking slut, choke on it!" Ken was keeping pace with his chief, so Dawn was getting very roughly humped at both ends now. They actually shagged her down off the bench onto the floor of the changing room, bearing her down under the weight of their thrusting crotches. It wasn’t a planned manoeuvre, but it finished up with Dawn flat on her back, with Mr. Bennett straddling her face as he slam- fucked her throat: Ken, meanwhile, had her knees pressed up against Mr. Bennett’s back so that he could splay her legs and screw her immature cunt all the harder. Little Dawn didn’t know what had hit her. Ken’s brutal love-making was enough in itself to daze and disorientate her – but to have two massive cocks sharing her body, and pummeling it so cruelly, made her head swim and the dark tides of unconsciousness beckon. "Do you... want to try... her cunt?" Ken panted, not slackening his rhythm. "In a minute," Mr. Bennett panted back. "Let’s get her back up on the bench first." They climbed off the dazed, unresisting girl and lifted her up between them. But instead of getting her back on her hands and knees, Mr. Bennett laid her on her back on the bench, with her head dangling off the end. Then he knelt himself, in front of her face. Ken watched with curiosity for a moment, then realised what Mr. Bennett’s aim was. In this position, Dawn’s head was lolling back, and her mouth and throat and gullet were all in one line. With deliberate, lascivious glee, Mr. Bennett now shoved his cock back into her mouth – and kept shoving. Ken watched in awe as the headmaster’s ten-inch prick disappeared into Dawn’s mouth, inch by inch. It was like watching a sword-swallowing act. Dawn made a muffled gurgling sound as the swollen glans reached – and passed – her gag point. But Mr. Bennett wasn’t done yet. As the girl jerked and spasmed under him, he inserted his cock with steady force into her throat. Ken could see the bulge it made as it slid down her gullet. By this time he was having to lean his weight on Dawn to stop her from writhing and struggling against the obscene invasion of her face. From this advantageous position, the headmaster proceeded to fuck her throat with gusto. "You love it, you bitch," he growled at the choking schoolgirl. "You fucking love it!" Ken knew that he should probably step in and help Dawn, since the head’s cock was in serious danger of completely blocking her airway – but he was so aroused by the sight that he had to fuck her. He shoved her knees up against her chest and slammed his throbbing prong up her gash. Both men gave themselves up to their lust, and went back to shagging Dawn with merciless brutality. The little girl’s muffled gurgles got fainter and fainter, as Mr. Bennett ploughed her face with his obscenely large and thick erection. Only when they died away completely did he look down and notice that Dawn had fainted from lack of oxygen. Even then he kept pistoning his cock in and out of her throat, unable to resist the velvet feel of her oesophagus against his over-heated knob-head. Finally, though, with a grunted curse, he pulled out of her. Ken was still humping away at Dawn’s twat-gash. He could see that Dawn had passed out, but something about the thought of fucking an unconscious girl appealed to him. "Is she alright?" he panted at his chief. The head shook his head, slapping Dawn hard on the cheek to see if she was faking. "I don’t know," he admitted. "Bugger her." "That’s certainly an option," Ken agreed, in a jocular mood. And then he realised that this would probably be a good time to do exactly that. Pulling his cock out of Dawn’s cunt, he positioned the head of it against her anal opening. Then he pushed hard. His cock was well lubricated from fucking her mouth and twat, so in spite of its size he was able to slide the first three inches or so of his shaft into her bum – with some difficulty. The unconscious girl didn’t even stir. Mr. Bennett shook his head and grinned appreciatively. "What’s her arse like?" he asked. "Tight!" panted Ken. "Very tight!" "Well, not for long. She’ll be able to shit without straining after she’s had that thing up her backside!" Ken thrust a few times up Dawn’s arsehole, enjoying the amazing feel of its tight grip on his huge prong. Mr. Bennett, meanwhile, shoved two fingers up her snatch and explored the interior of her vagina, which he still hadn’t fucked. Since Dawn still didn’t respond, Ken leaned into it and with great effort managed to shove a few more inches of his hard-on up her bum. He buggered her slowly, with grunts of pleasure. Mr. Bennett by this time had four fingers up her crack and was wanking himself rampageously with his other hand. But after a while her lack of responsiveness started to worry the two men. Obviously they didn’t want Dawn to die. So they curtailed their sexual gratification for a minute or two, laid the girl in a more comfortable position on the bench and splashed her face with cold water. Eventually, Dawn came around, her head fuzzy and confused. For a few moments she didn’t remember where she was, and she was startled to see Mr. Bennett. Then memory slowly began to filter back and she looked truly woeful as she recalled her unhappy predicament. Ken asked her a few questions to ascertain that she was more or less back to normal. Then, satisfied that they had done their humanitarian duty, they laid the little girl back down on the bench and went back to fucking her. This time Ken took her mouth and Mr. Bennett finally got to sink his huge cock in her twat-gash. He groaned in delight as he penetrated her: it was the tightest cunt he’d ever been in, and juiced up as it was by Ken’s previous efforts there, it felt like velvet. Meanwhile, Ken was only too delighted to feed Dawn his meat: he could feel his orgasm approaching, and he wanted it to be in her mouth. He wondered if she could taste her own shit on his cock, and decided that what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. Two massive erections, however, definitely could, and Dawn moaned and whimpered as the two men got back into their stride, ruthlessly slamming their colossal members in and out of her tender orifices. Ken didn’t bother with the "I love you" stuff – he considered that it would cut very little ice at this point, when it was clear that he and Mr. Bennett were making common cause to rape her. Perhaps he could sweet-talk her again afterwards, but for now he was just going to enjoy her. For a few minutes nothing could be heard in the changing room except for Dawn’s whimpers and the two men’s panting groans of delight. Then suddenly Dawn stiffened under Ken, her eyes bulged out and she gave an urgent grunt of dismay around his cock. Startled, Ken looked around – and saw the reason for Dawn’s distress. Mr. Bennett was no longer fucking her cunt – he was inserting his hard-on into her unprotected arsehole. "Holy shit!" Ken breathed. The head’s cock, strainingly erect as it now was, was the size of a rolling pin. To see it slowly disappearing up into Dawn’s guts was awesome indeed. He realised that if he pulled his cock out of Dawn’s mouth at this point she’d be certain to scream – so he leant down hard and gagged the little girl with his prong, alllowing the head to complete his anal invasion. Then he watched as Mr. Bennett proceeded to sodomise Dawn with deep, slow strokes. Aroused beyond measure, he went back to humping Dawn’s mouth with renewed vigour. Both men came at more or less the same time. Mr. Bennett groaned as he shoved his cock balls-deep into her arse, squirting heroic amounts of semen up into her guts. Dawn was making little urgent moans around Ken’s prick because of the pain in her bum, so her airway was open as he pumped his load down her throat. Once again his orgasm almost choked her, made her gag and heave for breath as her face flushed purple. Unmoved, Ken held her head firmly and kept his cock deep in her gullet until he’d finished ejaculating. Only then did he climb off her, his cock trailing festive streamers of sperm and drool across her face as she coughed and spluttered and moaned. They tried to get Dawn to her feet at this point so that they could clean her up and get her out, but the poor girl could hardly stand. She drooped on their supporting arms, sobbing incoherently. Her bowed legs made it clear that Mr. Bennett’s enthusiastic lovemaking had torn up her arse quite badly. It was some minutes before she would even respond to her name. Both men felt completely satiated, but when Ken told Mr. Bennett that Dawn liked watersports, he got very interested very quickly. They took her off to the showers, where they proceeded to piss all over her as she knelt before them. Mr. Bennett, confident in the power he had over the little girl, rammed his wilting prick into her mouth and urinated directly down her throat. Ken was peeing on her face at the same time, so the tears she shed as she drank the headmaster’s piss were washed away unseen. Then Ken got his turn in her mouth and she drank from him too, to his great delight. It was a hugely erotic experience for both men, and their hard-ons perked up again in no time. Soon they were fucking little Dawn front and back, holding her off the floor between them as Ken buggered her and Mr. Bennett slammed his length up her vaginal furrow. Again, Dawn had to be kept from screaming, so Ken kept his hand over her mouth as they worked their enormous erections between her legs. By the time they both came inside her, time was moving on. They washed Dawn off and got her dressed, and once again Ken drove dawn home. Mr. Bennett had told her sternly that he wanted her in his office before registration the next morning, and she knew exactly what for, so she was miserable and subdued on the way home. At the corner of the street, as Ken slowed and stopped for her to get out, she turned to him and looked him squarely in the face with sad, haunted eyes. "I don’t think you really love me," she whispered. "No, I don’t," Ken admitted. "Except for the bits of you I can fuck. But if you try to stop seeing me, I’ll send that tape to your parents." He leaned past her and threw open the passenger door. Dawn was staring at him with big, wounded eyes. "Friday," he said curtly. "Car park. Be there. And wear something nice – you’ll be meeting my friend Mike." And he shoved his little girlfriend out onto the street, and slammed the door. But he still watched her as she limped away up the street. The punishment her vagina and anus had received made her walk gingerly, like an arthritic grandmother. He put the car in gear and accelerated past her, blowing her a kiss as he drove away. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 30