A schoolgirl's lust
Susan Morley crept through the bushes, searching for the hockey ball that the keeper had let slip through her fingers. The grass was long and wet here and soaked her legs above her navy-blue knee-length socks and below her short, pleated sports skirt. It was an impossible task, and she found herself beyond the bushes and against the tall chain-link fence that surrounded the school playing fields, well hidden from the hockey game continuing behind her. Finding the ball wasn't the only reason she had volunteered for this fruitless task.
With her ass pressed tightly to the fence and her navy- blue panties around her knees, Sharon Butler was heaving herself onto the cock of the man in the brown trench-coat who was thrusting furiously into her from the other side of the fence.
Sharon had disappeared a lot during sports lessons, and Susan was determined to find out why. Her eyes met the glassy-eyed, slack-jawed expression of the man as he emptied himself into Sharon's clasping cunt. He was old and emaciated with thin, bony legs visible through the folds of his coat. He smiled at her through gritted teeth as his passion slowly ebbed.
Susan felt a chill run down her spine.
'Like what you see, cunt?' He grinned.
'Susan! You bloody little whore!' Screamed Sharon lunging for her.
Too shocked to move, Susan was seized and dragged towards the fence.
'We can't let her leave Tom; she'll tell on us for sure.'
'Not if we bring her into our little fun club. We could do with a new member. Show me her tits.'
Sharon grinned as she realised Tom's plan. 'Come on bitch, get that top off.'
Susan screamed and fought, but felt the much stronger girl grab the hem of her top, and pull it quickly over her head. The bra came next, exposing her huge breasts to the man's gaze, and she looked on in horror as he began taking photos. 'Just a little insurance.'
Susan was defeated. She stood topless as the man took endless photos of her heavy pale tits.
'Now show me your cunt.' He commanded.
There was already enough evidence to get her expelled, so she reluctantly unhooked her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor and wriggled out of her panties stepping out of them as they puddled at her feet.
The man whistled in appreciation. 'What a stunning bald pussy. A nice high-slung slit and fat lips, just as I like them. You a virgin girl?
Susan could only nod.
'Over eighteen?'
She nodded again.
'You gonna fuck her Tom?' Said Sharon as he took more pictures.
'Yes, but not today. I think tomorrow at 5.15 would be a good time. Come in your school uniform but leave your bra and panties at home. Here is my address, and don't be late. If you don't come, I've a feeling your headmistress is going to get a special delivery, as will the playground.'
Susan accepted the offered business card and collected her things as the man walked away, stuffing his cock into his pants.
The following day passed in a blur, and Susan found herself standing outside the man's apartment. She had never intended to come, of course, but she felt like she had little choice. He had her where he wanted her, and she was sunk, but there was more to it than that. Despite her shame, she had found the whole experience of standing naked before him intensely erotic, and wanted to expose herself to him again. Whatever was about to happen, she was determined to see it through. She rang the bell.
The door was answered by an equally old man who introduced himself as Tom's brother Edward, and he ushered her inside. A gentle push between her shoulder blades propelled her into the living room where Tom was lounging in his dressing gown. It was untied, and the expanse of flesh on show told her he was naked beneath it.
'Susan! I wasn't sure you would come. You really are a cock-hungry slut, aren't you?'
'I had no choice,' she replied meekly, 'You have the photos.'
'Indeed I do, and if you're a good girl, I will delete them. But we both know that's only part of the reason why you're here. You want to get fucked don't you Susan? You want to feel my cock ploughing your furrow like I did with your friend Sharon, don't you?'