("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Admissions Test by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A pretty blonde in a plaid skirt asks for a favor. (M/f-teem, ped, inc, oral, reluc) *** I have to admit it; she was just what I wanted, my dream girl, my jerk-off fantasy. I could hardly believe it. But there she was in her tiny plaid skirt and tight white shirt, her half bra showing through, her pink nipples jutting and stretching the thin cloth and even a plaid ribbon holding back her long, blonde hair. Perfect, the porn-maker's Catholic schoolgirl. Her legs were long and shapely, her thighs perhaps a bit heavy but her round ass was prime, incredible, and the little skirt swayed when she walked, swishing from side to side. It might have been twelve inches long, a kilt. Her shoes were hardly standard, spike heels, about four-inch ones. "Sir," she said with a tremble in her voice, pink lips pouting, "they said you might help me. I was late registering, missed the train yesterday." She did not seem to be able to stop wiggling and her big jugs jiggled wonderfully, bouncing in and out of her lacy bra. She knew how to stand, how to arch her back and bend her spine. "Pity. Perhaps I can help. Let me see your form and unbutton your shirt." The goal of our school, unstated of course, is to produce competent sluts, females who love to be loved, who can give pleasure in a multitude of ways. It is why so many men send so many daughters to be trained. We take them as young as 13 and graduate all of them by 18, most in a year or so, prime sex partners, eager to give and take. We have had, over our twenty-some years, no complaints and many repeat customers. Cock Suck U. they call us and Pussy Prep. "Sir!" she said loudly, blinking big, blue eyes, her hard young breasts rising, inviting. I felt my ram trembling. "It's much too tight. Did it fit last year when you were just twelve?" I walked around the desk and quickly undid her buttons, rubbing her mounds with the back of my hands and noting how firm they were. "Doesn't that feel better?" I asked as I spread it over her slim shoulders, unsnapped her tiny center- closing half-bra and tore it from her. "There. I'm sure that feels better. You will not need this. They are so beautiful; it's a shame to cover them up." I stuffed the little bra in my pocket; I had a girl who would look very good in it, a very young one, a private student pupil of mine, one who really squealed when I boned her and could only take half of what I had. "Please," she said, trying to pull the front of her shirt back together over her jutting mounds with their puffy tits. "Yes, Sylvia, I can help you. I can put you in every course you want, even advanced cunnilingus, in every section, but first I want to put you in my bed and fuck you until your eyes cross. It will take a few hours. Let's call it an admissions test, shall we?" She shook her head. "Oh, I can't. You wouldn't. I'm a virgin, no boy has ever. My Daddy's only used my, my, you know, my backside." "I don't believe it," I told her. "Come around here and get down on your knees and show me your talents. Let me see how much you want to enter our school and get your program." I looked at her entry forms. "Who is paying, your uncle?" She sniffed and walked around, her big jugs bobbling in and out of her open shirt and went down on one knee before me. I tore her white shirt away, popping off two buttons. Her breasts were quite young, jutting out, not fully globular yet, but made for sucking, a big pair, D-cups surely, more than a handful. "Dig it out, girl, dig it out and make love to it." I reached down and squeezed them firmly and she winced. Some girls like pain you know. Her big blue eyes were full of tears as she looked up at me and grasped my eager ram and dragged it out of my pants. It jumped and reared, and she squealed and backed away, looking up at me, properly horrified, for I am, I must admit, really well hung. I extracted my scotum. Then I laughed and smacked it hard. It bounced back and rose higher, thick and quivering, actually dripping. I rubbed its huge head across her pouting lips. She moaned, closing her eyes as her tongue tip emerged. I held it up, caressed it, my proud woman pleaser, feeling it pulse and swell, and said, "Lick and suck the balls, Sylvia, first things first." She whimpered, but she did it and, as usual, proved me right. She knew what she was doing, pulling back gently with each testicle in her mouth, shaking it from side to side and licking between them before trying to mouth the whole sack, sucking steadily. I tousled her blonde hair, freed her ponytail and praised her as she gobbled deeply, one ball at a time, always keeping her blue eyes on me. "Now the cock," I demanded. It was iron hard by then, jutting upward and oozing pre-cum. "Please sir," she begged, between licks of my hard- ridged glans, "please don't make me do it; don't fuck me. I don't like it. It hurts; it scares me. You can use my other hole." "That comes from playing with children, with boys instead of men." I pushed it into her mouth. She whimpered and took perhaps three inches of my thick prod and began bobbing, holding back her tangled hair and looking up at me. Someone had taught her well. "Was your father your first?" I asked. She shook her head, moved back until just her lips were touching my crown, flicked it with her tongue and said, "My brothers, both of them. Just last year. I was twelve." "Well you are very good, and I'm sorry if they hurt you." She was good, a suction pump, and she was going to be better, much better. "I was twelve," she said again, and my big cock slid right down her throat. She gagged and looked up at me in fright. "Breath through your nose," I told her as I made very small moves in her gullet and her throat muscles tried to pull me deeper. I felt it surging, pulled back a bit, gritted my teeth and ejaculated in her mouth and again and again. My spend oozed out of her lips and dripped from her chin. "That will do for your lunch I hope. Now lick it clean." I peeled her white cotton shirt off her arm and tossed it aside and then played with her fat tits while she worked, licking up the sides and gobbling the head. I stretched out her large nipples. More tears came to her eyes. I pulled her to her feet, stripped off her wraparound skirt and tore away her tiny thong, noted her carefully shaved pudenda and then walked her around my desk and leaned her across it, admiring her bulbous ass. "Grasp those two handles," I told her as I stroked her tight-lipped peach with my huge horn, enjoyng the feel of it in my hand. "Hold on tight." It took some effort to pop the slope-sided head into her vagina, but once it was in, and the hard ridge grabbed, and she was gasping... the fun began. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 77