Hi again readers. Here's another in the continuing saga of Lilly and Mary when they were girls at school. If you like it please vote for it. I'm keen to write more. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults.
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MR HAMBLEY AND MR HOBSON
The caretakers shed was at the bottom of the oval behind the bleachers. It was away from the rest of the school and was definitely 'off limits' to all students at 'all times'.
Trying our best to look innocent, Mary and I wandered through the lunchtime crowd like we were just out stretching our legs, all the while making our way toward the bottom of the school. Arm in arm (which is how girls walked together back then) we strolled past the girls eating lunch under the trees, down past the netball hoops and onto the oval where the hockey team was setting up for practice. There was a flurry a 'hellos' that Mary and I pretended we didn't hear. There was no time to waste.
We were both terribly excited. Mr. Hambley had directed us to be there, like detention... like we'd be naughty girls and needed to be punished...
Trying to look inconspicuous, we ran-walked as quickly as we could around the boundary line.
"Are you ready for Mr. Hambley's big cock Mimi?" I asked breathlessly as we hurried along. ".. that great big lovely cock... I sure am..."
"...throbbing and pulsing hard," she gasped. "His lovely big prick fucking me... oh god yes Lil... pumping in me..."
"My pussy is wet," I confessed breathlessly. "I can feel it squelching as I walk...
"Me too Lil," gasped Mary. "It's aching for him... I need it so bad..."
Ben Hambley was our English teacher. He was a tall slim man with a handlebar mustache that waved when he smiled. Just the thought of his big strong body on top of me, his big hard dick fucking me, my legs spread wide and my arms around his neck, smelling that dusty tobacco man smell...
The last four days at camp had been a delicious sexy blur. He had shown Mary and me so many nice things...
With our young cunts dripping wet and busting with anticipation we were unable to contain ourselves. We broke into a run and, giggling like schoolgirls do, we dashed towards the tall wire gate near the stands.
If we were going to get caught it would be now but nobody challenged us.
The gate was unlocked and the padlock was hanging loose, just like Mr. Hambley had said it would be.
We checked quickly that nobody was looking our way and then, with big silly grins plastered on our faces, we slipped through. I closed it quickly behind and we scuttled down the cement path behind the bleachers to the little shed that had been built underneath.
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THE CUSTODIAN
The caretaker's office wasn't much to look at. It was just an old prefabricated workers shed left over after they built the stands. It sat, cool in the shadows, under the descending timber benches above. After the hustle and bustle of the school, it was quiet and still.
Mary, flushed and wide-eyed, was looking at me to take the lead so taking a deep breath I stepped up to the steel door and knocked.
It was opened by the school caretaker, his ugly frog face splitting into a wide grin when he saw us.
"Hello girls," he said eagerly, rubbing his hands together with glee.
He really was a nasty looking guy. I think I remember pissing myself a little. Mary did yell. A little high pitched yelp and grabbing my arm trying to hide behind me. We had both been too excited to even consider that janitor would be there...
There were a bunch of rumors about him. Some say he used to be a merchant banker or a stockbroker but has lost all his money, others say he'd been in jail for killing his wife and her lover... none of us kids knew what the truth was. All we knew for sure is that he'd been part of the school forever.
He was short for a grown man, not much taller than me, and he looked sleazy. The poo brown cleaners uniform he wore was immaculate but couldn't hide his weak chin and red-veined drinkers' nose. He'd combed his sparse oily black hair carefully over his balding head and his pot belly was trying to break out of the tightly buttoned shirt.
"Come in... come in... we've been expecting you," he went on in the sleaziest tone possible, "haven't we Ben?"
"Now don't be frightening our guests Reg," came Mr. Hambly's voice from inside.
The sleazy cleaning man turned in the doorway leaving just enough room for us to squeeze past him. Taking Mary's hand I bravely led her into the cool dark interior.
"You must forgive Mr. Hobson, girls," said Mr. Hambley, rising to his feet from a ratty old desk chair. "He so rarely receives visitors, especially such beautiful young women..."
We ran to our handsome protector's side and Reginald Hobson slammed the door closed behind us.
The room was pretty sparse. The whole place smelt like sweat and a fly was buzzing up in the rafters.
I saw a desk with an oscillating fan on it, clicking and clacking back and forth, vainly trying to blow the stale atmosphere away and a little black and white TV on top of a big steel double door locker... and there was a bed... a proper single bed, with pillows and a pale blue duvet. Apparently, the caretaker lived in this seedy little room.
That was all I had time for. Mr. Hambley's urgent hands were all over us. He had lifted my skirt and was groping my butt... fingers under the elastic... teasing my asshole...
I glanced at Mary snuggled under his other arm and saw by her dreamy smile and hooded eyes that he was groping her as well. There was a big erection tenting the front of his brown slacks.
"Aren't they magnificent Reg?" he said huskily. "I'm going to fuck these naughty girls so good..."
"Fuckin' gorgeous Ben," said the ugly little man lewdly, rubbing his hardon through his baggy work pants. "What a pair of delightful little sluts..."
"Mmmm, yes... and they just love fucking Reg," he continued. "I did them both every night on that school camp..."
I didn't really mind he was talking about us like we were pieces of meat. I suppose we were back then. All I could think about was cock.
"...the question is which one to screw first."
"Me... please me, Mr. Hambley," begged Mary, and falling to her knees began fumbling with his belt.
"Excuse me sir, but it's definitely my turn," I demanded.
"Mmm... ah yes... Lovely Lilly... your dead right," said the big handsome man. He bent down towards me and we were kissing.
"Oh thank you, thank you, Mr. Hambley." I gushed. "I'm gunna do you so good..."
"'Going to' Lilly," he corrected as he lifted my skirt and rubbed my cunt through my panties. "It's 'going to', not 'gunna'.
Mary dropped his long brown pants around his ankles and when she pulled his red striped boxer shorts down around his knees, his big hard cock popped out like a lollipop. She started licking the big swollen head of it and he gasped in my mouth as we kissed. His big manly fingers felt so good between my legs I found I was moaning into his mouth as well.
Soon she was avidly sucking him off and jerking the long thick shaft just like he'd taught us to. His cock was enormous but she seemed determined to get it all down her throat.
Mr. Hambley knew our lunch break wouldn't last forever.
"Are you ready?" he asked me with a big smile.
When I nodded eagerly, my wonderful teacher reefed my cottontail panties down and then whisked me up off my feet. I remember screaming with delight. I just adored him.
He held me up off the ground effortlessly, standing with his pants down in the middle of the tacky room. His hands held my bum cheeks and, with my arms already around his neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was so big and strong and I was light as a feather back then.
"Ahh yessss... my Lovely Lilly," he sighed, teasing his huge cock up under my skirt, probing against my cunt. He dropped me on it a little, drawing the head between my gaping wet pussy lips. It felt enormous...
"Oooo yes, yes, yes Mr. Hambley," I groaned. "More... all in... please..."
He sat carefully down on the office chair and, at the same time, lowered me down onto his huge erection. I screamed with pleasure as his marvelous big penis slid into my slim torso like a hot knife into butter.
"OOOOoooo yessss..."
That old chair was perfect to fuck on. It was just the right height for me to plant my feet on the ground and lift myself up and down or I could put my feet behind on the footrest while Mr. Hambley rocked back and forth. This teased my clitoris so perfectly I was soon crying with pleasure. I just wanted it to go on forever... in out, in out, in out...
I was so randy I felt myself about to cum...
"Oooooo godddd Mr. Hambleyyy... your cock is incredible... I'm gunna... I'm gonna..."
"Not yet little slut," he said grinning at me with that superior mature smirk he had. He held me firmly so I couldn't move and we sat there like that - me gasping... on the edge of orgasm.
"Be a good girl..." he gasped. "Show me those lovely big tits..."
"Yesss... sirrrr," I cried. "Anything..."
Sobbing with pleasure I bracing my feet on the floor and, with his huge hard cock filling my womb, I began to undo the buttons of my pretty white school blouse.
