First of all, let me put the rumors to rest, Yes, I did get fired from the college.
Me…. A Ph-fucking-D in American Literature & Writing.
So what the hell was I doing teaching at Westwood Girls High School? It was boring…damn it was boring. I’d been a college professor, for God’s sake.
Well, to make a long story short, there were two reasons.
One, I was fired from the College, since they suspected that I was fucking some of the girls there, fine… It was true, I did, but the College could never prove anything, so I quit with a settlement.
Not that much money, but they didn’t pursue the allegations.
And two, it was for the money. Universities don’t pay assistant professors worth a damn and a conservative, full-student-uniform, old-line Catholic private academy, Westwood Girls High School had offered me a cool $10,000 more than Camden Community College to teach their “girls” about The Scarlet Letter and other tripe, oh excuse me, classics.
So, I was bored. Buuuut…. Girls girls girls. All around me. Ranging from 14 to 18. Tempting. Tasty. Untouchable. Maddening. Marvellous. They were so bubbly, giggly, perfumed, and young. So innocent, trusting, and untutored. And they looked up at me with their wide, gleaming eyes, their sweet young lips, and they listened with rapt attention to my lectures, mesmerized by my deep voice, educated air, and personable disposition. But sometimes I saw among those innocent eyes flickering flames of puberty-induced desire. They admired me. They loved me. They trusted me, and I was sure that some of them were thinking other things. Some of them were having wicked thoughts about me. I just know it, at least Fiona Carlson, but we’ll get back to her later.
When they hired me, the poor lady who hired me would regret hiring a perverted man like me for the rest of her life… But, I did fuck her nice and hard, I even fucked her asshole and she loved it. The position was mine.
I was 40 back then. But to the girls, I must’ve seemed like a dinosaur. A relic from times past. I was being foolish I suppose, but I always supposed they thought highly of me. I tried to be the fairest and most understanding of the teachers. The most ”laxed” with discipline. Always ready to lend a hand or an ear or a shoulder.
But I was just a silly old man to them. Gray, balding, wrinkled, withered. I don’t know why this bothered me so much, but it did. I’ve never felt so deflated. Damn.
But I didn’t feel old. My hair’s greying perhaps. And I was a bit chubby as well, not fat, but not the lean muscular body I had when I was 20.
But my sister said that I was getting more handsome every year, and she was not one to throw out compliments willingly.
Strong chin, piercing eyes, deep voice. And I went hiking every weekend, to keep in shape, but not compared to how I used to look. Perhaps I should start lifting weights again, I always said to myself when I looked at myself in the mirror. They say that once you build muscles, even if they atrophy, they readily return with regular exercise.
I was ripped back when I first got married to Maddie.
Biceps as big as a loaf of bread.
I wasn’t old. I wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t pathetic. None of these silly girls had any idea how magnificent my cock was. ”I should’ve whipped it out in class, then they’d show me proper respect,” I thought to myself, trying to boost my confidence.
But, let’s go back to where it started: Cherry Hill West High School.
This was maybe 10 years ago. My marriage with Maddie had come to a rather unpleasant ending when she found out I was banging her sister, but that’s another story.
We’d been married for almost 10 years, and the first 5 or 6 were great, but then she turned Muslim and from there to the end was fucking hopeless. The sex was turning into a long boring act of an unemotional, mechanic act and soon I found comfort in her sister.
But, she had met someone new and wasn’t interested in my cock anymore.
I was alone. I was bored. I fucked hookers, anything to relieve my sexual drive.
Fucking Cherry Hill West High School.
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Fiona Carlson sat front row center. Right at the foot of my desk. She had lovely, blue eyes, with strawberry blonde hair, which she wore tucked behind her delicate little ears. She didn’t wear makeup, but she didn’t need it. Her lips were naturally red, and her cheeks vividly rosy.
Good lord. What pretty legs she had. I tried not to look, but my eyes wandered up the inside of her creamy young thighs until they were peering into the mysterious and shadowy depths under her skirt. Sometimes I caught a glimpse of her bright white panties, and a thrill went up my spine and stiffened my cock.
My God… I though to myself, she’s only 14…. A Freshmen… How perverted had I become this past year of hookers?
I had to force myself not to stare. What if one of the students saw me looking? What if they saw my dirty thoughts? Oh, god, if any of the girls knew what I was thinking about them, they’d never see me the same way again.
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About halfway through the semester, I started noticing that she was getting more and more provocative, and by this time I was jerking off in my office watching her in the schoolyard. I don’t know if she suspected or that she’d noticed me staring at her crouch, but she was moving her players forward on the chessboard.
About a month later, I heard her heels click on the floor in the hallway. I checked the doorway and Fiona’s signature blond curls came walking through the door, dressed in a tight black skirt, barely hitting mid-thigh, a tied top showing a sliver of midriff but a huge amount of cleavage, white mid-ankled socks, and red Converse sneakers. And a tie. I think it was from her little sister’s Catholic school, where they all wore uniforms.
God, she was hot, loved the tie.
Her sensuous lips were framed by a lollipop she was sucking on. Innocently, she said as she walked to the top rows of the auditorium.
”Sorry Professor I’m late..”
I forced my eyes away from her amazing little as she walked up the steps.
This was a little odd, as she usually always sat at the front.
Clearing my throat, hopefully calming down my boner, I forced my focus to shift, and I started my lecture.
In the corner of my eye, I saw her cross her legs, her skirt riding up dangerously. I don’t know what drew me to her so much, after all this wasn’t the first time my students dressed provocatively.
Around halfway through I noticed Fiona was sucking harder on her lollipop, her lips curved around its sweet head hollowing out her cheeks before she licked it with her tongue. Spreading her legs wide, I immediately saw that my dirty student wasn’t wearing panties. Was she serious? I took refuge behind my desk, as I didn’t want the whole auditorium to witness my embarrassing attraction to a student of mine.
Fiona did not stop there though, she sucked her lollipop hard enough for my dick to wish it was my head getting sucked before she licked the head a last time and secretly let it slide down between her thighs, stroking her wet pussy lips with it.
My fingers tightened around the edges of the desk I was holding on, my patience thinning by the minute. Literally hoping I could finish the last 5 minutes of my lecture without embarrassment.
Her sweet lips spread wide by the red lolli, one flick of her wrist and the lolli was buried in her tight pussy, soaking it with her juices she drew the stick out brought it back up to her mouth and licked it.
Fuck, I thought. Nope, I am not doing this.
3 minutes before the official end, I wrapped up by saying, “Class, I’ll let you go early today in anticipation of your upcoming holidays.
Don’t forget the assignment though.”
Immediately students started to pack up their stuff leaving the classroom in groups. Fiona was still in her seat, I called her out
“Ms. Carlson, a word with you please.”
I waited for the class to clear until I got up and locked the door. She was almost at the front stage when my eyes found hers, between clenched teeth, I grounded out;
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Her eyes went comically wide, the lollipop leaving her mouth, “Who? Me?”
“Yes, you!” I bellowed.
When I was her age, my mother would have given me a good hiding in a situation like this.
But corporal punishment hasn’t been allowed in schools for ages. And I couldn’t think of any punishment that would make the slightest impression on a stubborn article like Fiona.
With nothing else coming to mind I said,
“You need to learn to take responsibility for your life, Fiona. I want you to name your own punishment.”
She laughed, but I said, “Seriously. After what you did, what do you think you deserve? Be honest.”
She rolled her eyes and said with dripping sarcasm,
“I deserve to be spanked, Mr. Steve.”
So I spanked her.
I couldn’t believe I did it. But I did. I strode over to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to my chair.
She was trying to pull away from me, shouting things, and struggling to be free, but I couldn’t hear her.
It was like I was underwater, seeing and hearing everything from a great distance. And she was so small and light that I had no trouble with her at all.
I sat down and bent her effortlessly over my lap. She tried to twist around but I held her down firmly with my left hand on her back and gave her ass a good strong slap with my right hand.
“OW!” she shouted.
I spanked her a few more times, and she bleated like I was murdering her, but it didn’t sound real.
Then I realized that the generous pleats of her skirt were muffling my blows, so I flipped her skirt up, and exposed her exposing her naked flesh, her perfect little ass to my eager eyes, as she gasped in shock.
She gasped, and yelled, ”DON’T YOU DARE!”
But my eyes were glued to her bottom and my hearing was somehow dislocated.
Just beautiful.
I could smell her powdery, teen perfume wafting upward.
She began to struggle mightily, and I could feel her firm young breasts flopping about on the top of my thighs. She was also kicking her legs desperately, so I put my right hand on them and forced them down for a good long while until her strength began to wane. It gave me plenty of time to feel the silky softness of her legs. No, they were softer than silk. Softer than anything I’ve ever felt. But I could feel the toned muscles under the surface. She had the legs of a dancer. Perfection.
Whether from futility or exhaustion, she finally stopped struggling and hissed, “Don’t. You. Dare.”
I reared back and brought my hand down hard, making a slap that echoed off the walls.
She shrieked in earnest and renewed her struggles with desperate urgency. Even though Fiona was strong for such a petite little thing, she was no match for me. I had her utterly under my power, so I spanked her again, and again, and again, each time a little harder, as she struggled and shrieked in vain.
After each slap, my hand lingered longer and longer on her firm young behind. Until the sixth spank, at which I just held my hand there on her ass, feeling the softness of it, squeezing it firmly with my fingers.
I realized that my cock was fully erect, and pressing up against her hip bone. I knew it was wrong. Totally unacceptable. But I didn’t move. I just held her in place and ran my hand all over her sweet, young ass.
“You better stop this, you fucking pervert! I’ll tell Mrs Paterson!” She said, as firmly as she could manage.
“Please do. See where that gets you. But let me give you something really juicy to tell her about.”
Her pale cheeks were bright pink from the spanking. I laid my big hand gently on them and began to massage her, as if to soothe. I realized that I was touching a student’s ass. After so many years of fantasizing about things I knew I would never do… Now I was actually doing it. I was molesting a student.
“Get your filthy hand off me!”
“Would you prefer I do this…” I said, massaging her ass gently. “…or this?”
I reared back and gave her bottom a stinging slap.
She shrieked loud enough to wake the dead. “HELLLLPPPPP!!”
“These walls are three feet of solid stone. The doors are four inches of solid oak. The windows are dense panes of heavy glass, and overlook the rear garden, which is locked at night. The custodial staff doesn’t come in until five in the morning. Nobody can hear you, Fiona. So please be so kind as to answer my question.
Do you prefer this…” I said calmly, as I stroked her ass gently, and ran my fingertips gently up her ass crack, sinking my fingers deep enough to gently brush her anus, “or this?” and gave her another solid, stinging spank, harder than before.
She thrashed about helplessly, sobbing, “Stop it! Stop it!”
“Do you prefer this?” My fingers went farther down her clenched ass, until I felt my fingertips brushing the margins of her soft little pussy lips. I felt moisture. Definite moisture.
“Or this?” I slapped her harder, though not on her ass this time, but on the back of her thrashing thighs.
That brought a throaty shriek from her lungs. I could actually hear her tears spattering to the marble floor. She was sobbing now, but she yelled;
“SPANK ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER! BUT KEEP YOUR GODDAMN FILTHY FINGERS OFF MY PUSSY!!!”
Fine with me. I began to spank her with a regular rhythm. Though not as hard as before. I didn’t want to leave bruises, after all. Besides, my hand was starting to hurt. She stopped shrieking, but she jumped sharply with each slap, her beautiful bright pink ass rebounding under my hand, as she sobbed. I didn’t feel entirely comfortable, though.
My cock was pressing painfully against her hip bone, so I shifted her slightly forward so that it slipped between her legs. That was much better. It could stand fully erect now, in the warm pocket near her pussy.
After several minutes of this treatment, I heard her begin to make little whimpering sounds. It didn’t sound like sobbing, exactly, but close. She was biting her knuckles, trying to stifle something that sounded suspiciously like moans of pleasure. And I suddenly realized that my cock was rubbing against her clit. At the thought of that, made every hair of my head stand erect, and the tip of my old fella turned to liquid fire.
And then with one last spank, her whole body went tense, and I heard a faint squirting sound.
Then moments later, I felt the warm wetness of Fiona’s cum seeping into the crotch of my pants, just as the pungent, sweet smell of her pussy assaulted my nostrils.
Oh god!! It was so wonderful! So horrible! It almost.
“Get up.”
She stood up wordlessly and smoothed her skirt and top. She was breathing hard, and she looked me right in the eye. I don’t think she’d ever looked at me so directly before. I saw something resembling respect in her expression, down deep under her growing horror of defilement.
I reached down and placed my hands on Fiona’s big tits and began to roughly squeeze them through her shirt.
Fiona looked at my hands and what they were doing to her breasts and was rightly concerned.
“P-please, You have punished me enough… I won’t be a naughty girl at school anymore, Mr Steve, I promise, you must let me go. I need to get to cheerleading practice. Please, I want this to stop now.”
“It will stop when I tell you it will stop, and who said I was done with you?”
And then, I grabbed the folds of her shirt and violently ripped it open, causing some buttons to fly across the room and her delightful teenage tits to shake up and down as they were finally exposed.
“Oh my God!” She screamed out in horror. “Stop! Please, stop!”
“God, these are beautiful teenage tities!”
Was my response to the schoolgirl’s pitiful pleas for mercy as roughly mauled her 34-C breasts.
“So big! So succulent. They were made for men to fuck and abuse. In time you will learn to titie fuck me but for now I want your pussy. I want to fuck your virgin schoolgirl pussy!”
Fiona looked up, terrified at what her attacker was saying. She had always wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. Fooling around with Louise and the dildo was one thing, but allowing a man to take her, a man she did not love was something entirely different. In all her life she had never once contemplated this as a possibility. Even when she was dressing up for him, sucking his cock and calling him “Daddy”, she had in her mind deemed this to be ok because she was not actually allowing him to fuck her. Just as she deemed it ok to fool around with another teenage schoolgirl.
So, the line she had drawn for herself was making love, and what I offered was as far from anything that could be constituted as “making love.” And because Fiona wanted to resist, it would be rape, pure and simple. And she did not want to lose her virginity by being raped by this old, cold-hearted bastard.
”No, M, Steve, you can’t, you can’t make love to me like this. It is not right, Mr Steve, please stop! Stop! I don’t want it! I don’t want it!”
Ignoring her pleas, I unzipped my trousers and removed my throbbing 7-inch cock. With my other hand, I started to force her legs wide open, something which Fiona desperately tried to resist.
”No, please! Please stop!” She tried to close her legs and started to beat against my chest.
I looked down at her young pussy. Her little cunt was really beautiful with little baby girl hairs on it I put my hand on her pink pussy lips and spread them apart, exposing her little clit and the small opening that soon would be honored with my aching cock, which looked huge compared to Fionas small, thin frame.
“Stop it! I am a virgin, I don’t want this, I don’t want to be fucked!”
Sadly I was too strong for her.
I used my weight to ensure that her legs were wide enough to allow me to enter. Holding my cock with one hand, and using the other to grab hold of her two hands, which were thrashing wildly upon my chest, I pinned them above her head. I now had the teenager just in the right position to rape.
Fiona then felt the head of my huge cock make contact with the entrance to her pussy.
She was terrified about allowing such a big cock to enter her young tight body, well any cock for that matter. The dildos that Louise had previously used were always small and were nothing compared to the beast that I possessed.
As I pinned her hands above her head and looked down at her, grimacing with determination, Fiona decided to make one last desperate plea and to say anything that might appeal to me, hoping against hope that there was some kindness in me.
”Mr Steve, please don’t. Your little girl does not want to be raped. P-please, Mr Steve, don’t rape me with your big cock. Mr Steve, please…”
She pleaded, in her most desperate, sweet little voice.
My cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy ready to enter at any moment. I looked down at my captive. She looked so sweet, fragile and desperate that I had to stop for a moment and savor the look. Her large baby blue eyes were staring up at me, clearly imploring me to show her some kindness; her mouth was open and she was panting out loud, she was no longer screaming or saying anything, she was just waiting to see what I would do; and so frightened was she, and upset by her predicament, tears had already started to trickle down her cheek.
The folds of her shirt were spread wide open revealing all of her big tits to my greedy eyes and they were deliciously shaking up and down as she panted with fear. Her school tie still lay in between the valley of her tits, another reminder to me that this was a young teenage schoolgirl that I was about to rape. It was one of the great taboos.
“So young, so beautiful,” I growled, as my free hand moved down and started to play with her tits.
She was so cute; still hoped I would let her go, it actually looked like she believed that her pleas had worked and that I was, after all, going to spare her.
“So beautiful, so big,” I said as I flicked her nipples.
“So, you think I should let you go, that I should show you some mercy?”
She could now well and truly see the light at the end of the tunnel.
“Yes Mr Steve! Yes, let your little girl go. I only want to make love to the man I marry on my wedding night. Please Mr Steve, let me go, you know it makes sense.”
“Yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes Mr Steve, I would like that very much!”
“I am sure you would. I am sure you would. But you have been a very bad girl, haven’t you Fiona?
You have been a bad schoolgirl, dressing up like a slut, trying to entice your Professor with that gorgeous teenage body of yours! Flashing your pussy.”
“No! No! I haven’t, and you’ve already punished m…….”
“Fiona you need to be fucked. You need me to rape that teenage pussy of yours!”
I put the tip inside her entrance and pushed slowly. I felt her vagina stretch to take me in. She was so tight, so hot, wet.
Slowly, another inch, then another. I didn’t know if she had a cherry to break, but sometimes stretching that much can cause some pain as well.
She shrieked, gasping, “OH GOD, YOU DIDN’T! You DID! YOU DID! DISGUSTING!!!!”
Ignoring her words, I slowly eased my cock into her. I felt myself leak, what felt like a pint, of pre-cum, adding some extra lubrication to my journeys I breached her innocence, destroying her virginity, raping her pussy.
Within a couple of seconds, the heels of her shoes were pointing up and towards the ceiling, her legs were spread wide and her body was now bent into two.
“Oh God stop!” She screamed out as she felt the massive head breach her virgin walls.
“Oh my God that feels so big! Please! Please, stop! Mr Steve stop. Ohhhhh that’s huge!
That feels huge!”
I pushed in a little further. Her pleas only spurred me on to fuck her and to fuck her hard. Her little hands were now pushing up against my broad chest in a frantic, but futile attempt to try and stop the attack.
But in this position, with her legs forced up and wide, and my weight bearing down on her, there was little she could do to stop the rape of her virgin schoolgirl pussy.
When I finally bottomed out inside, she looked at me, wide-eyed with horror and disgust.
I drew back slowly, feeling her tight walls all the way out, and slid slowly back in. And again….and again.
“Take that you naughty bitch! You need my big cock, don’t you! Don’t you!”
“Oh God no Mr Steve! Stop, I am a virgin. Oh p-please. That’s so BIG! So fucking BIG!!! It’s splitting me Mr Steve, your big cock is splitting my little pussy… Please, please stop…” Fiona pleaded I lunged forward and forced all 7-inches of my large member into her tight cunt.
It had been some struggle, naturally, she was very tight and I had to muster all of my strength to secure entry. Once I had completed my goal, I looked down at the struggling teenager who was screaming out in agony.
“Mr Steve, it hurts! It hurts! So deep, so deep…”
She moved one of her hands, which was still on my chest trying to push me off, and placed it on her tummy, almost to signify where my cock was.
“God, Mr Steve, it is so big. You shouldn’t be doing this…”
“You need to be fucked Fiona, you need to be fucked hard by your dirty Professor,” I said when I stooped with my entire cock inside her bleeding young pussy, savoring it milking my thick shaft.
“Don’t you bitch, you need your Professor to fuck you hard…”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! So big, so big!”
“It is big, bitch, but you can handle it. You can handle Daddy’s big cock. There, take that!”
“Ouch!!! Oh God, you are raping me, Mr Steve! Oh Mr Steve, you are raping my pussy. You are raping my teenage pussy. Mr Steve, stop, p-please stop! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
The fact that she was crying out rape, only spurred me on further and I began to fuck her even harder, maintaining a steady rhythm of long, deep thrusts!
“There bitch, take my fucking cock as I rape your schoolgirl pussy. Take it! Take it all!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I fucked her furiously increasing the pace and power of my strokes. Her big tits shook up and down in response.
“God you are tight, very tight. You love my cock, don’t you? Tell me how much you love being raped by your Professor…”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“Come on bitch, tell me that you love to be raped, that you need my cock!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh! So big! So big! Your cock feels so big in my little pussy! Oh! Oh! Oh! No, no this is wrong. You……. you shouldn’t be raping my pussy. Oh God! So big! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Fiona was now inevitably becoming aroused in response to her rape. As a natural submissive whore, being roughly taken without consent, and being forced to accept her Master’s cock all appealed to her darkest fantasies. The fact of the matter was, and as her pussy testified to, this bitch needed to be dominated and abused. Fiona needed to be taken by force and to know that her body belonged to her Master. The only way I could demonstrably prove this was by raping her and raping her hard.
“That’s it bitch, take my cock. Take it all.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!. P-please be gentle. Oh you are raping my pussy. You are raping my pussy… Oh! Oh! Oh!”
I carried on fucking her like this for a couple of minutes when nothing was said other than me calling her a “dirty schoolgirl who needs a big cock.” Fiona however was unable to respond, other than pant out loud as her body became overwhelmed by the attack. With her legs spread side up high and wide and with her body bent over, I could gain maximum penetration in the young teenager’s tight little cunt.
Fiona felt like my cock was coming through her throat. Her pussy leaking juices, lubricating her attacker’s cock and making her easier to fuck. She looked up at me, who had a look of pure evil determination as I went about raping her. Clearly, I had no feelings for her. I was only concerned about my pleasure.
As I looked down, mouth open, panting away, ignoring her pleas for mercy and obviously deriving huge pleasure from raping a schoolgirl, Fiona knew that this rapist was never going to let her go, that I was always going to rape her and abuse her at will. And as she recognized this fact she came.
She came like a whore in heat and she could not disguise the fact.
“Oh! God, so big, so big… It feels so good! Oh God, I am cumming! Oh Steve rape me harder I am cumming Ohhhhhhhhh…”
“Yes, bitch, I knew you loved to be raped! I knew you would love Daddy’s cock!”
Instinctively, Fiona spread her legs wide in order to allow her Master even better access to her body.
I pounded away, occasionally my hands would molest her shaking tits, flicking the nipples, or slapping them. The force of my fucking was so intense that the desk had moved 20 cm since I started.
”Oh, you are a naughty little schoolgirl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Steve, I am a naughty schoolgirl. I am your naughty schoolgirl. Oh Steve, fuck me harder. Fuck your little schoolgirl hard. Oh! Oh! Oh! That’s it, honey, rape me Mr Steve! Rape me… Oh Steve, is my pussy tight enough for you? Is it tight enough for your big cock?”
I felt that I was almost at the finish line and started to fuck her hard, each thrust causing those delicious tits to wobble like big blobs of vanilla jelly and for the poor teenager to scream out.
“Oh Mr Steve, be gentle with me, you are fucking me too hard. Oh Mr Steve… Yes, yes, you like fucking little dirty schoolgirls like me, huh?” she said, taunting me.
”Yeah bitch, I’m gonna cum soon, and you’re gonna take all of my spunk, you lovely whore. Ohhhhhh!
”
“Oh yes! Cum in my little pussy! Oh yes Mr Steve cum in my tight little pussy. Oh Steve, I can feel it! Oh my God, Mr Steve!
I was thrusting hard, my head lifted up, my mouth open. Fiona, even though she was about to go out of her mind with rapture, stared up at me, urging me on.
“Fuck it! Fuck that cunt! Ram that hot pussy, darling! Stab me in the fucking cunt hard! Ooooohh baby, I love it so fucking much! I love your cock, your hard cock! My cunt is so hungry for your cum! My cunt is going to fuck your cock… suck your cock! Aaaaahh, give me your fucking cum!”
I heard the tiny 14-year-old sluts nasty words; they heightened my already overwhelmed emotions.
Her cunt was flexing on contracting on my cock each time I thrust in deep.
It was the most delicious feeling I’d ever experienced. My balls kept banging against the searing heat of her spreading ass.
“Ooooohh Fuck,” I groaned, as my hips swung up and down. While her fingers clawed at the cheeks of my ass, squeezing them and pulling at them. I felt the tip of her finger near my asshole, and that increased the fury of my ecstasy.
I thrusted vigorously, as Fiona’s tiny cunt began to grip me tighter, flexing. She lifted her head and bit into my shoulder, muffling a scream.
Her pussy gripped my cock with contractions that were more powerful than ever. The spasms seemed to shoot along her thighs to her toes. She crushed her open mouth into my shoulder to muffle her shouts of ecstasy, as she came. Her cunt exploded in a wild, burning series of orgasms that surprised and delighted her. Her clit was gripped with the most fantastic sensations. Fiona felt her asshole clench and suck inward, and for a crazy, dizzy moment, she wondered if it was going to disappear into her body completely.
I was still thrusting, my cock jerking inside the satiny interior of her convulsing cunt. I held my head up, my eyes squeezed tight, my mouth gaping;
“Aaaahh! Oooohh…aaaahh, Fi!” but she hardly heard my loud wail of agonized rapture.
“I’m Cumming!” I groaned. “I’m gonna come deep in your cunt! Oooohh, now! Now!”
“Ooooohh… Steeeve… Yeeees…… Cum… in…my… God….. cunt… Fuuck.”
Fiona groaned against my shoulder, as the searing juice of my precious hot balls spurted deep into her insatiable cunt. The rapid spasms seemed to tear the tender lips of her pussy, as I was filling her virgin cunt with my cum, and she loved every sweet spurt of it.
“Fuck Fi!” I growled as I continued to stab his cock hard into her cunt.
“Oh yes! Cum in my little pussy! Oh yes Mr Steve cum in my tight little pussy. Oh Steve, I can feel it! Oh my God, Mr Steve! I am cumming too. Oh babe, I am cumming…”
Her young cunt clung to my cock long after I finished, both of us in awe and shame, and lust, and remorse, and a need for more, and a need to never do this again.
“I’m telling Mrs Patterson.
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