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The Crack of Dawn - 2
by Goldrush (goldrush@aussiemail.com.au)

***

The continuing story of a fourteen-year old girl and 
her romantic infatuation for her history teacher. (M/f-
teen, ped, reluc, 1st, oral)

***

Once again, when Wednesday rolled around, Ken wasn’t 
sure whether or not Dawn would turn up in the girls’ 
changing room. But he went there anyway, and he waited 
impatiently for fifteen minutes before deciding that 
the docile little cunt had finally seen through his 
preposterous protestations of love.

But as he opened the door to leave, he met Dawn just 
about to walk in. He stepped aside, and she hesitated 
on the threshold. Without preamble, Ken hooked her 
inside and slammed the door shut: probably nobody would 
be about at this time, but it wasn’t a chance he was 
prepared to take.

"You mustn’t let yourself be seen," he said sternly to 
Dawn. "If anyone catches us together, we won’t be able 
to see each other any more."

Dawn quailed at his anger.

"I’m sorry, sir," she said humbly. "I don’t think 
anyone saw me."

"And you haven’t said a word to anyone else? In school 
or at home?"

She shook her head vigorously. "No, sir. I wouldn’t 
tell – honestly."

Ken nodded, satisfied. "Okay, then," he said. "Good."

Without preamble he pulled her into his arms and kissed 
her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. At the 
same time he grabbed her left tit and copped a good 
feel, his other hand groping at her arse.

When they separated, Dawn flushed and breathless, Ken 
went to a small hold-all that he’d brought with him, 
and took out a camcorder and tripod. He extended the 
tripod and set it up, while Dawn stared at him in 
dismay.

"A... a camera?" she stammered. "You’re not going to 
film... me? ... us?"

Ken nodded, not turning to look at her. "Yeah," he 
said. "I am. Dawn, you’re the most wonderful thing 
that’s ever happened to me. There’s no way I want to 
forget our precious moments together."

"But... but..." Dawn couldn’t articulate her primal 
fear of being caught on film in the obscene acts that 
her new boyfriend had been performing on her.

Ken stood up and crossed to her – carrying the camera, 
which he hadn’t yet attached to the tripod.

"It’s all right," he assured her, putting a finger on 
her lips. "Nobody but me will ever see these films. In 
fact, I promise you I’ll destroy them as soon as I’ve 
watched them. I just want to enjoy your beauty, and 
celebrate it, even when you’re not with me. Please, 
Dawn. Don’t deny me this."

"O… okay," said Dawn, still not happy. Ken rewarded her 
with a smile and another kiss, then he told her 
brusquely to strip off. As Dawn obediently took off her 
school uniform, he filmed her at close quarters, 
zooming in on tits and arse and crotch.

When she was standing naked in front of him, he 
unzipped his flies and pulled out his already stiff 
cock.

"Suck me, my darling," he told Dawn. "Suck my knob."

Dawn seemed reluctant, shooting an unhappy glance at 
the camera, but when Ken pressed down on her shoulder 
she went down on her knees in front of him. With the 
camera catching every moment for posterity, the lovely 
little fourteen-year-old parted her lips and accepted 
his hard-on into her mouth, sucking diligently on his 
swollen knob.

"Oh yeah," Ken groaned. "That’s great, Dawn. Use your 
hand as well – wank me off into your mouth."

Dawn did as she was told, and Ken was soon gasping and 
grunting in delight at her oral ministrations. When he 
was thoroughly turned on, he began to fuck her in the 
face – gently at first, but then harder and deeper as 
he had done on Friday. But when his cock started to 
invade her throat and make her gag, Dawn pulled back.

"What’s the matter?" Ken demanded.

"It... it’s choking me," Dawn explained.

"Don’t you want to make me happy?"

"Yes, sir! Really I do, but... "

"You’re not going to die, Dawn. I won’t really choke 
you. It’s just a few moments of discomfort to give me 
pleasure. Is that too much to ask?"

He was glaring down at her, and Dawn faltered, at a 
loss for an answer.

"Perhaps we should forget this," Ken said, coldly. "I 
thought you loved me as much as I love you, but I guess 
you don’t. We should probably just say goodbye and go 
home."

"No," Dawn pleaded, distressed that he was displeased 
with her. "I’m sorry, sir. It’s all right, really it 
is. You can go as deep as you like."

Ken took her at her word. As she bent again to her 
task, he put his free hand on the back of her head and 
slowly shoved his massive cock, inch by inch, down her 
throat. He passed Dawn’s gag point, and she balked, but 
she didn’t dare now to pull back and offend him again. 
So she stayed where she was, her eyes watering, and 
Ken, smiling tenderly down on her, forced her face even 
further onto his prong.

She couldn’t take it all, but he didn’t stop until his 
glans was lodged at the back of her throat and could go 
no further. Then he just held it there, as she stared 
up at him through watery eyes, her face going from red 
to purple.

"I love you so much, Dawn," he said gently, knowing 
that he was choking her, and that she was close to 
passing out from lack of oxygen.

Dawn made a barely audible murfling noise. Her fingers 
were fluttering helplessly and drool was running down 
her chin as she fought the urge to vomit.

Ken zoomed in to extreme close-up, catching her rolling 
eyes and her obscenely stretched lips. Then finally he 
relented and slid his shaft out of her mouth – but only 
for a moment. Then he shoved it back in again, and 
started to shag her face rampageously. He really cut 
loose on her, slam-fucking her in the throat with 
sadistic relish as she choked and gurgled.

When he finally stopped making love to her face, Dawn 
was close to collapse, so he led her over to the bench 
and dumped her down on her back. "That was great, 
Dawn," he said. "You’re a wonderful lover. I’d like to 
fuck your cunt now, if that’s okay."

First things first. Ken set the camera on the tripod 
and adjusted the focus. Then he went back to Dawn, 
climbed on top of her and shoved his hard-on up her 
twat.

The little girl gasped and moaned as Ken started to 
fuck her hard. He knew that all of this was being 
caught on film, so he gave a great performance – 
hooking open her pussy lips with his thumbs as he 
slammed his turgid pole deep up inside her. He was even 
more brutal than he had been the week before, and Dawn 
babbled incoherent words as her tender gash received an 
unmerciful pummeling.

After a while, Ken repositioned the camera for some 
close-up shots, and then held it in his hand to get 
some reaction shots of her face as she writhed under 
him, her startled eyes staring straight into the 
shutter.

For the sake of variety, and also for the sake of the 
movie, he got her to bend over so he could fuck her 
from behind. This allowed him deeper entry into Dawn’s 
pussy, and elicited louder yelps and gasps from her.

It wasn’t long before Ken was ready to come. Again, 
mindful of the watching camera lens, he pulled out of 
Dawn’s crack and shoved her to her knees in front of 
him. Then, roughly shoving his knob between her lips, 
he proceeded to wank himself off energetically into her 
mouth.

At the last moment before orgasm, he pulled out once 
again. "Keep your mouth open!" he panted, jerking off 
in front of Dawn’s dazed eyes. Then he groaned, and the 
first gooey streamer of cum hit the little schoolgirl 
full in the eye. She flinched away, but Ken dragged her 
back, and his cock spat thick ropes of semen over her 
cheek, her lips, her chin. He milked the last drops 
directly onto Dawn’s tongue and instructed her to 
swallow. Then he spooned some more of his cum into her 
mouth, using his cock as an implement, and she 
swallowed that too.

When he was done, Dawn stayed on her knees, uncertain 
whether it was okay for her to get up now. An evil idea 
stole into Ken’s mind, along with the first twinges in 
his dick that told him he needed a post-orgasmic piss.

"Dawn, my love," he said, "that was truly wonderful. I 
feel so close to you. There’s... there’s something I’ve 
always wanted to do to a girl, but always felt too shy 
to ask. Will you do it for me?"

Dawn nodded uncertainly.

"Will you let me piss in your mouth?" Ken asked.

Dawn gasped in horror and astonishment and tried to get 
up. Ken shoved her down again.

"You said you loved me," he reminded her.

"I do, sir, I do," Dawn squealed, "but... but that 
would be horrible!"

"If you truly love me, you’ll love everything that 
comes out of me," Ken continued, glaring at her again. 
"Or are you just going to be a selfish bitch, and think 
only of your own pleasure?"

"No," Dawn wailed. "Please, sir, I’m not like that. But 
I can’t..."

Ken could see that she was serious, and that if he 
pushed it he might lose his hold on her. "All right," 
he said, relenting slightly. "How about if I just piss 
on your cunt and tits? You don’t have to swallow any of 
it."

Eager to keep his love, and to show him that she wasn’t 
selfish, Dawn reluctantly agreed. With the camera still 
rolling, Ken stood over her, took aim, and let go. A 
thick, heavy stream of piss splashed down onto the 
little schoolgirl’s chest – and then further down, as 
Ken aimed his cock at the furry nexus of her splayed 
legs. He played the stream of piss all over her young 
body, and Dawn flinched as the spray splashed her face.

"Dawn," Ken panted, "I really need to piss on your 
face. Keep your mouth closed and you probably won’t 
taste it."

Dawn looked deeply unhappy, but she bravely stayed 
kneeling with her face upturned. Ken stopped peeing for 
a moment, and rested his deflating cock on her cheek. 
Smiling down at her, he unleashed a further flood of 
urine which sprayed across her cheek, hit the bridge of 
her nose and form an impressive cascade. Enjoying 
himself immensely, he waved his dick to and fro, 
drenching Dawn’s lovely face at point blank range. With 
a certain maliciousness, he made sure a lot of his piss 
ran down over her tightly closed lips – like it or not, 
she would taste his urine at some point: she just 
couldn’t help it.

When he was done, he gave his dick a good shake over 
her face to loosen the last drops, then helped her to 
her feet. Fastidiously he didn’t embrace her, and he 
certainly wasn’t going to kiss her with his piss 
dripping down her face, but he gave her a gentle pat on 
the head.

"Dawn," he said with warm approbation, "you’re the most 
beautiful and sensuous woman I know. You’d better get 
in the shower, now. If you go home smelling of piss, 
your parents might suspect our love."

Staggering slightly, Dawn headed for the showers. 
Watching her soap herself off, Ken was overcome with a 
fresh wave of lust, so he climbed in with her, lifted 
up her leg and shoved his stiffening cock up her slit. 
He gave her a crude, energetic fucking right there, 
spending his second load of the evening right up inside 
her twat-gash.

As soon as he had dropped Dawn off at the corner of her 
street, reminding her very solemnly not to tell anyone 
about their relationship, he came around to me with the 
tape. I watched it with awe and envy – especially when 
it came to the scene where he urinated on little 
Dawnie. "Fuck, you’re the luckiest man alive," I told 
him. "This bitch is pure sugar. How long before you get 
her to suck off your dog?"

"I don’t have a dog," Ken replied, grinning self-
effacingly. Then after a thoughtful pause he added "Get 
a dog from somewhere, Mike. You never know."

Continued in chapter 3...

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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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