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The Crack of Dawn
by Goldrush (goldrush@aussiemail.com.au)
***
A fourteen-year old girl confesses to a romantic
infatuation for her history teacher, who uses the
confession as a means of extorting sex from her. (M/f-
teen, ped, reluc, 1st, oral)
***
And a nice crack it was, too.
I had some fun up there myself, in due course – we all
did. But it was Ken who showed us the way.
Ken Moreland is a pretty good teacher, but he’s a lousy
human being. I can say this because he’s a good friend
of mine. I mean, he can do the job – he can get the
message across, and he’s well up in his subject and
all. But he really doesn’t give a shit about the kids
he teaches, and he’s a bit of a bastard when it comes
to relationships.
Ken teaches History at a comprehensive school in West
London. For reasons which will become obvious, it’s
best to be vague about exactly where. It’s a mixed sex
school, and it has a sixth form, so the pupils range in
age from eleven to eighteen. Ken teaches all the way
through that age range, but sixth form teaching is
highly prized because there are so few discipline
problems, so he doesn’t get very much of it: typically
the heads of department make sure they get the lion’s
share before the rest of the timetabling even gets
started.
What Ken does have is a lot of year nine groups –
thirteen to fourteen year olds. And in one of those
groups, he has, or had until very recently, a girl
named Dawn Clitheroe.
Dawn was a very pretty, very tasty little piece of
cunt, just turned fourteen. She was absolutely fucking
gorgeous: enormous blue eyes, naturally full lips and
blonde hair with a slight curl which she wore halfway
down her back. Plus a pair of tits which were normal-
sized, which meant they looked colossal on her because
she was the size of a button. Ken had noticed her a few
times, because even though she didn’t have much to say
for herself she had a sort of presence – and she was so
cute, it was hard for him not to fantasies about
fucking her. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a pedophile –
not in any real sense. But he’s got this to say on that
subject: "you show me a man who doesn’t get turned on
by pubescent girls – thirteen, fourteen, fifteen years
old – and I’ll show you a queer or a fucking
hypocrite."
Anyway, the point of this story is that Dawn stayed
behind after a lesson a few weeks ago, and told Ken
very shyly that she had something to tell him. Slowly,
with a lot of blushing and hesitation, he got it out of
her. The little slit had a crush on him.
Why the kid thought telling Ken about it would help, I
never did find out. She knew it was crazy, but perhaps
she wanted to hear him give the speech about feelings
and growing up and how it’s a phase that everyone has
to go through. And he did say all that, but at the same
time he was thinking. And what he was thinking about
was getting into Dawn’s pants.
After all, he thought, what the fuck? He’s in loco
parentis, which means he’s not supposed to look after
the kids and not take advantage of them, but this hot
little bitch was practically lying down and spreading
for him. And he’s a guy, with the same urges as anybody
else. So within about the first half-minute after Dawn
told him her "news" he’d decided that he was going to
fuck her if he possibly could.
So as he talked to her, he began to subtly change his
tack. He shook his head, told Dawn that he blamed
himself for all this – because she was probably only
picking up on the feelings that he had for her. He’d
tried not to show it, but obviously she’d seen him
looking at her, and she’d sensed the feelings behind
those looks.
By this time, little Dawn was blushing all the way down
past her tits. She’d never dreamed that Ken would
respond to her like this, and he was turning the charm
on so hard that she was swooning. The net result was
that when he started kissing her on the lips and
stroking her arse she really thought that this was some
kind of star-crossed love, that it was meant to be, and
a whole load of shit like that.
Ken has a practical turn of mind, even when he’s horny,
so he asked Dawn what time her parents were expecting
her home. She didn’t have much leeway – not enough for
him to take her somewhere and do the nasty in her,
anyway – so he kissed her some more, whispered some
breathless words in her ear, and proposed a meeting
after school the following Wednesday.
The point about Wednesday was that the school sometimes
had gym practice on that night that went on for forty
five minutes after normal lessons stopped. Dawn was to
tell her mum and dad that there was a gym practice for
that night – then she and Ken could have a little
quality time to themselves. Dawn was expecting some
kisses and cuddles: Ken was fully intending to shag her
until she couldn’t walk.
It was a slow week for both of them, but Wednesday
rolled around at last, and Ken slipped away at the end
of the day to the sports block. Dawn was waiting for
him in the girls’ changing room, and she jumped up as
he entered.
"Sir!" she said, smiling and blushing at the same time.
"I thought you’d forgotten."
"No way," Ken assured her. "Dawn, I’ve been living for
this moment all week."
He took her into his manly arms and kissed her
passionately, until she was breathless and flustered.
Then he got a hand up her skirt and started feeling up
her cunt. Little Dawn gasped at the first contact, and
she was trembling like a leaf as Ken started working
her clit through her virginal white knickers.
"Oh Dawn," he murmured in her ear. "I’ve wanted this
for so long. I don’t know how I’ve managed, seeing you
in class week after week and wanting to touch you."
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dawn yelped like a puppy as Ken’s expert
fingers stroked her to arousal. He was good at this and
of course Dawn had never experienced these particular
sensations before, so it wasn’t hard for him to get her
all hot and bothered.
Then he made his move.
"Dawn," he said, "when a man and a woman love each
other very much, they-- they have ways of showing their
feelings with their bodies. There are things that they
do to say ‘I love you’ without words."
"I know," Dawn gasped. "And I-- I want to, sir, but--
I’m-- I’m scared, too."
"Of course you are," said Ken, tweaking her love-bud
some more and making her gasp and squeal. "But please,
Dawn, say that you’ll do it for me. That you’ll show me
how much you love me. I’ll go mad, otherwise. I can’t
live without you! Please…"
"All-- all right!" Dawn whispered huskily.
Whereupon Ken laid her down on the bench and got his
cock out. Dawn had never seen one before – at least,
not an adult one, fully erect and sticking out like a
flagpole. Ken’s is a serious piece of gristle, and the
little girl stared at it a bit like a rabbit stares at
a snake.
Ken leant over her and went back to stroking her
through her pants. He knew that by now she’d be very
aroused, and that she’d be very unused to the feelings
he was creating in her. Dawn was panting and
shuddering, and Ken gradually brought his massive hard-
on closer and closer to her face as he worked on her.
Eventually his knob-end brushed her lips, and as though
it was her idea he said "Oh yes, my love! Please, use
your mouth on me!" Then he shoved his glans and about
three inches of his turgid shaft into her mouth.
This probably wasn’t what Dawn thought her beloved was
driving at when he talked about "saying I love you with
your body" – but be that as it may, she now had his
penis in her mouth and it was clear that he expected
her to do something with it. She licked timidly at the
swollen glans, and Ken gave a very sincere moan of
delight. Thus encouraged, Dawn did her best to fellate
him, even though she had no idea what to do and
probably had never even come across the technical term
for what she was doing.
The little schoolgirl was clumsy and overly tentative:
it was probably quite frightening for her to have a
gigantic male member protruding from its owner’s flies
and into her mouth. Ken was giving her lots of positive
feedback, "oh darling! Oh my love, that feels so good,"
but soon his lust got the better of him and he was
shoving his dick into her face with grunts of delight.
Little Dawn probably felt a bit shell-shocked at this
point. Her new boyfriend had gone more or less directly
from sweet nothings to shagging her mouth. Ken has a
very sizeable cock – about nine and a half inches when
fully erect, and very thick – and it was a lot for a
fourteen-year-old girl to cope with. Her eyes were big
and wide as Ken relieved his lust on her pretty face.
Ken was in ecstasy. He loves oral sex, and (as
mentioned above) he loves young girls: copulating with
Dawn’s sweet mouth as he juiced up her cunt was the
best way of rounding off a working day that he could
think of. Admittedly, it was a rather indelicate way of
inducting the tender child into the mysteries of adult
love – but the very crudeness of what he was doing was
part of the fun. He started wanking off with his knob
still in her mouth, grunting and panting in lustful
pleasure. "Oh fuck!" he groaned. "Dawn, this is great.
Christ, keep on using your tongue. Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"
All this while he was still working on her vagina and
clitoris, and it’s likely that the incredible,
unfamiliar sensations between her legs were helping to
keep Dawn more or less docile as her face was lewdly
fucked. She was moaning around Ken’s prong, squirming
energetically, and her cunt was now soaking wet.
At no point had Ken penetrated her mouth very deeply –
his cock was quite big enough to choke her, and at this
stage that might easily scare her off. But as he got
more worked up, it got harder for him to hold back. He
wanted to force his entire length into her mouth and
down her throat; put his full weight into it and slam-
fuck her gullet until he came. But he was sensible
enough to realise that this might not be in his long-
term interests.
Finally he came around and hauled her knickers off.
Then he went down on her for a while, which had her
almost sobbing in pleasure. He started in to sweet-talk
her again. He loved her dearly, passionately,
hopelessly, and he really had to shove his hard-on up
her gash or he’d pine away and die. Dawn was a little
scared, but she was also ferociously aroused: she put
up only a token resistance as Ken spread her legs.
"Oh god, Dawn," he told her, "you’ve got the loveliest
cunthole I’ve ever seen. It’s like--" he groped for a
synonym, because he was only coming out with all this
shit to keep her off-balance while he fucked her. "--
it’s like a little tender mouse," he finished up, and
simultaneously he shoved two fingers up her crack.
This made Dawn cry out in shock, and perhaps a little
pain, but she didn’t try to stop him as he went on to
finger-fuck her vigorously. He wanted to break her
hymen this way, so that when he shoved his cock up her
it would be less of a strain. He was soon rewarded by a
sharp yelp from Dawn, and a slick of blood on his
fingers: her cherry was busted, and there was nothing
to stop him from humping her. Without preamble he
climbed on top of her, told her that he loved her
again, and shoved his stupendously erect cock up her
vaginal slit.
Dawn would have screamed at the sudden pain and shock,
but Ken had his wits about him and gagged her with his
hand. "It’s all right, it’s all right!" he panted
meaninglessly as he shagged away at her snatch. Dawn
was shuddering and jerking, her eyes rolling back in
her head. The sensations coming from between her legs
were unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her
fourteen years, and she was close to passing out as her
virgin twat was brutally pounded by Ken’s massive
prong.
Again, this was a very cruel way to deflower a
fourteen-year-old girl, but that was sort of the point.
Ken was assuming that this was the only time he’d ever
get to enjoy Dawn, so he was going to have as much fun
as he could. Taking his hand off her mouth he replaced
it with his own lips and kissed her hard as he slam-
fucked her gash. Dawn was making little incoherent
noises from the corners of her mouth: she seemed to be
past the point of screaming now, but Ken was taking no
chances.
He could feel his orgasm approaching. This was the
tightest cunt he’d ever been in, and he was having the
time of his life. He didn’t try to hold back: he just
groaned and shot his wad up the little girl’s glory
hole – coming with such intensity that it was almost
painful.
Then he climbed off her, thanking her effusively for
showing him her love, for taking pity on him, for being
so perfect and so womanly, and all this sort of
bullshit.
Dawn didn’t make much response, but that was probably
because she was in a sort of mild shock. Her virgin
pussy had just hosted a monster hard-on, and spunk
mixed with blood was oozing out of her abused orifice
as she lay gasping and trembling on the bench.
At this point, Ken did some emergency psychic surgery.
He kissed Dawn some more – a lot more – and he told her
again how much he loved her. "It’s never been like that
for me, Dawn," he told her. "Not with any woman,
however old or experienced. You’re a goddess. My
goddess of love."
When he thought she was more or les recovered, he wiped
her somewhat swollen genitals with a tissue and got her
dressed. He wanted to get her out of there, and make
sure she was home before anyone could start asking
questions about where she was. To his alarm, though,
she was walking with a definite limp. It wasn’t
surprising, after the punishment her gash had just
taken, but it was a dead give-away. He made her walk
around the changing room a little and practise a more
natural gait, but it was clear she was in some
discomfort. He’d just have to hope that her parents
would put it down to her straining herself at games
practice.
It was getting late. He swore undying love for her
again, and embraced her gently but fervently. Little
Dawn still seemed not to know what had hit her, but she
responded to his loving caresses, and hugged him back
with clumsy enthusiasm. Probably okay, he decided.
Probably she would define this as an act of love rather
than a rape, and wouldn’t feel the need to tell anyone.
Anyway, he’d just have to wait and see.
He drove her home, all the while talking and talking
about how he loved her and needed her. She didn’t say
much in reply, and she squirmed in the seat quite a
lot: her cunt must be really hurting now. He kissed her
one last time and dropped her off: then he came round
to my place to establish an alibi in case she blew the
whistle on him when the shock wore off.
When Ken told me what he’d been up to, my response was
unequivocal. "You dirty bastard!" I said, grinning
broadly as I tossed him a beer.
"Yeah, it was a great fuck," he admitted, opening the
can and modestly acknowledging my jealousy. "I might
end up paying for it, though. If she tells her parents-
- or if they ask her why she’s limping--"
"You think she might be up for it again?" I asked,
preferring to dwell on happy thoughts.
Ken shrugged. "Christ, I think not. I really fucked the
shit out of her. If I don’t lose my job, that’ll be
good enough for me."
He went into school the next day with some trepidation.
Dawn was off sick, which was an ominous sign: if she’d
woken up too stiff and sore to get out of bed,
questions were going to be asked, and Dawn couldn’t be
relied on to lie convincingly.
On Friday he was meant to have that third year class
for the last period of the day. He went into the lesson
not knowing what to expect – he wouldn’t have been too
surprised if there’s been a couple of special branch
officers sitting in the front row. But no, everything
was as it should be: and there was dawn, sitting
quietly at the back and blushing every time she made
eye contact with him.
Ken got through the lesson somehow, and he held Dawn
back on the pretext of going over some homework with
her. As soon as the rest of the kids were out of the
door, he went across and locked it and then came back
to sweep Dawn into his arms and kiss her long and deep.
"I was so worried about you," he said, when their lips
finally parted. "When you were away yesterday. I
thought I might have hurt you when we made love. I know
I got carried away--"
"It did hurt," said Dawn, flushing crimson. "Quite--
quite a lot. And it still does, but not so much now. I-
- I didn’t know that was what it was like. But you do
love me, sir, don’t you? You’re not just--"
He didn’t let her finish. "Dawn, I love you so much my
head is spinning. I’ve had relationships before, but
never like this. You’re the only one for me."
As he was telling her this, he was measuring how long
it was until the following Wednesday. Too long. If this
stupid cunt was coming back for more after the way he’d
abused her, it would be a sin not to get take advantage
of what was being offered.
He half-coaxed, half-dragged her into the stationery
cupboard and started groping her up. Then with many
words of love he shoved her to her knees in front of
her and got out his cock. Dawn knew this time what was
expected of her, but she was a little taken aback by
how forcefully and brusquely Ken stuffed his cock
between her lips.
"Suck me, my angel," he murmured. "Suck me off."
Dawn was soon lapping and slurping at Ken’s mighty
prong, and getting better at it under his expert
tutelage. He instructed her how to bob her head on the
shaft, and how to use her tongue on the underside of
his glans to stimulate him more. It felt fantastic to
have this little whore orally worshipping his hard-on,
and soon he was giving it to her in the face.
Dawn was a little dazed, but she didn’t protest as Ken
started to fuck her mouth, even though he was doing it
with considerable force. Remembering his role, he
panted "My darling! My love!" as he humped away at
Dawn’s pretty face.
I told you Ken was a bit of a bastard. With each
thrust, now, he pushed more of his cock into Dawn’s
mouth. Soon he was choke-fucking her, pushing his knob
past her tonsils into her gullet and making her gag and
choke. He’d always wanted to do this to a woman, and
the docile Dawn was the perfect partner for such a one-
sided sex game. Though she panicked and tried to pull
away, he held her head firmly between his hands and
continued to force as much of his meat into her face as
would go.
There was no way he was going to hold back. He had to
cum in her mouth – it was even a kindness, he told
himself, given how sore her cunt must still be.
"Dawn," he panted, pumping and humping deep into her
throat. "I love you so much I’m -- I’m going to give
you my seed, in your mouth. It’s what a man does when
he really loves a woman. Okay?"
Dawn tried to answer, but since Ken was still fucking
her hard in the face her words were muffled and
inaudible. Anyway, it didn’t matter what she said
because he could feel the cum churning in his balls.
"Oh fuck, drink it!" Ken yelled, and he hosed Dawn’s
tonsils with his sperm. Jet after jet of spunk pumped
from his knob onto the little girl’s tongue. The salty,
bitter taste of it startled her, and for a moment she
didn’t know how to react. But as the thick cum started
to fill her mouth she reflexively swallowed, then
immediately started to cough as it went down her
crowded gullet the wrong way.
The cough wasn’t a great success, because Ken’s
colossal hard-on was still very effectively blocking
Dawn’s mouth. Her face went purple, and she gurgled and
spluttered on the huge shaft as she fought to swallow
the errant semen and draw a breath. Still in the
heights of ecstasy, and even quite enjoying her
discomfort, Ken held her mercilessly onto his cock.
When he finally let her go she slithered weakly to the
floor, coughing up spunk. More of the stuff drooled
down her chin, because Ken had ejaculated very
copiously and some of it had forced its way between her
lips and his thrusting pole.
She looked as pretty as a picture, and with great
presence of mind he took one. The cameras for the media
studies lessons were kept in the stationery cupboard,
and they were usually kept with film in. Stunned and
half-choked, trying to get her breath back, Dawn didn’t
even notice the click of the shutter.
The little girl took a few minutes to fully recover
from the oral rape, but it was a lot easier to clean
her up this time. Ken told her again and again how
special it had been for him – how she was the first
woman he’d ever done that to, and how he’d keep the
precious memories forever. Then he made her come, very
quickly but very skillfully, with his fingers and his
tongue.
"Wednesday," he said to her as he unlocked the
classroom door. "Come to me Wednesday, my sweetheart.
I’ll count the days."
Dawn walked unsteadily away down the corridor, and Ken
very happily zipped up his flies. Then he took the
camera down to the school darkroom…
"This is fucking incredible!" I exclaimed, staring at
the photo. It was a perfectly framed close-up of Dawn’s
face, with her face slack and dazed, her eyes only
half-open, and Ken’s semen drooling down her chin.
"You’re not wrong," he agreed. "Jesus, Mike, I actually
choke-fucked the little bitch. I had my balls on her
chin. It was the best ever."
But it was going to get better. A lot better.
To be continued?
goldrush@aussiemail.com.au
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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.
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