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The Crack of Dawn - 3
by Goldrush (goldrush@aussiemail.com.au)
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The continuing story of a fourteen-year old girl and
her romantic infatuation for her history teacher.
(M+/f-teen, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, ws)
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Thursday was uneventful, and Friday was long. Ken
turned up for last period interested in only one thing:
would Dawn be there? She was, and he promised himself a
very fulfilling half hour with her in the stationery
cupboard once the lesson was over. Of course, he
couldn’t piss on her there, or even have full sex, but
he could certainly get himself off in her mouth.
But as the lesson went on, he realised that this
wouldn’t do. He couldn’t ask her to stay behind two
weeks running without someone in the class noticing and
talking about it. He couldn’t even run the risk of her
waiting for him, for the same reason. He cudgeled his
brain for a solution, and finally came up with one.
He’d marked some homework from this class a few days
previously. He wrote a note in the margin of Dawn’s
exercise book – a very terse note – and then he gave
the books out. He watched Dawn’s face as she opened her
book, and saw by her start of surprise that she’d seen
the note.
The lesson wound up without incident, and Ken wished
the class a pleasant weekend. They all left, Dawn not
even making eye contact with him as she walked past his
desk. He took his time clearing up and locking up,
giving the schoolyard time to clear of all the
homeward-bound students. Then he went out to his car.
Dawn was waiting for him in the trees at the back of
the car park. He glanced in that direction once, saw
she was there, and then walked on to his car. He got
into the car, started it up and reversed almost all the
way to the trees – then he threw open the passenger
door.
"Quick," he hissed to Dawn. "Into the back."
The little girl scuttled from cover and jumped into the
car beside him. Ken told her to crouch down in the foot
space, and threw his coat over her so that she’d be
more or less invisible to anyone looking in. Then he
got back in and drove off.
He hadn’t given much thought to where he was going to
take her: he just needed to fuck her, and he knew there
was nowhere in school that was safe. He considered
checking into a hotel with her, but that was far too
dangerous – she was too obviously under-age, and there
was a chance that a nosey hotel desk clerk would call
the police. A wood somewhere? A public toilet?
In the end he settled for a lay-by on the A412, close
up against a stand of trees. It wasn’t exactly private,
but Ken thought it was unlikely that any of the cars
zooming past would have time to look in and see what
was going on in the parked Focus by the roadside. Here
he let Dawn up into the passenger seat, but stretched
out horizontally, with her head in his lap.
Dawn was hoping for at least a kiss or a hug before her
teacher fucked her, but she found her mouth called into
service immediately as Ken unzipped his flies and fed
her his stiffening cock. Then, holding her head firmly
in his hands, he proceeded to give her pretty face a
ferocious seeing to. Dawn gagged and gurgled on his
pumping meat, and Ken grunted in lustful pleasure as he
forced his massive prong deep into her throat.
By this time, Ken felt that Dawn understood the routine
– and he was so horny that all he wanted to do was to
get stuck into her. It was a great fuck – a crude oral
rape that got him really happy really fast. All too
soon he groaned and shot his load, hosing the little
schoolgirl’s tonsils with jet after jet of thick, ropey
sperm. It filled her mouth, and although she swallowed
as quickly as she could, gooey streamers of spunk oozed
from the corners of her lips and poured down her chin.
He pulled out of her before he was finished coming so
he could pump the last few spurts, with great
satisfaction, into her face.
Finally Ken exhaled explosively and pushed his
schoolgirl lover off his wilting cock.
"Shit!" he sighed. "That was fucking great. Right, we’d
best get ... "
He stopped and looked at Dawn closely. Her shoulders
trembled. Her head was still down in his crotch, but
even from this angle he could see that some of the
liquid trickling down her face was tears rather than
semen. The little girl was crying fit to bust.
"What’s the matter?" Ken demanded, a little annoyed.
"I don’t... I don’t know," Dawn sobbed, heartbrokenly.
"It just... it feels... I don’t know! Oh god!"
Ken realised belatedly that he had missed out all the
"I love you" stuff, so keen had he been to make the
little girl take it in the face and eat his cum. He
suddenly went in to tenderness mode, and held Dawn
tightly to him as he talked about the stresses of his
day and his enormous need for her.
"Only you can make me feel better, Dawn," he assured
her. "I just had to have you. My passion for you made
me impatient – and insensitive. I’m so sorry, my
darling. Oh god, you know I’d never hurt you!"
She was still crying as he made her come by frigging
her clit as he shoved two fingers up her. The orgasm
was a very real one, he could feel that, but Dawn’s
mood was still volatile and she still clearly felt very
sorry for herself. It was very frustating for Ken: he’d
been hoping to get her out of the car by the roadside
and piss on her again - perhaps even make her drink
some this time – and clearly that wasn’t going to be
possible while she was in this state.
He spent another twenty minutes calming her down, and
then had to drive her to the corner of her street
because it was getting late enough that her parents
might be worried. As usual he begged her not to tell
anyone about their love, reminded her that the world
wouldn’t understand, et cetera, et cetera, and extorted
a promise that she’d come to him in the gym on
Wednesday. In parting he kissed her and embraced her
with all the fervour he could muster, and his parting
words were "I love you, Dawn. I want to marry you."
This, amazingly, seemed to do the trick. She gave him a
weak, tearful smile and hugged him back before running
away up the street.
Ken drove away, full of amazement and a certain amount
of optimism. If a promise of marriage would keep Dawn
coming back for more, then he’d promise until he was
blue in the face – and, he reflected with a grin, fuck
her throat until she was.
I needn’t tell you how the days dragged for poor Ken
until Wednesday. He was desperate to renew his vows to
Dawn, and (it must be said) to fuck the shit out of her
some more.
At last the day came around, and the bell rang for the
end of afternoon school. Ken got himself down to the
gym with all speed, and found Dawn already waiting for
him in the girls’ changing room. Mindful now of what
she wanted and needed to hear, he declared undying love
for her and improvised about wedding bells as he got
her out of her clothes. Then with the little girl on
her knees in front of him, sucking him to a full hard-
on, he lamented that they’d have to wait until she was
legally old enough to marry. Curse... uh! ... the
antiquated... uh! ... laws of... aah! ... church and
state.
Dawn seemed to be responding well to all this bullshit,
so Ken felt that he was reasonably safe now in cutting
to the chase and having a good fuck on her. He got her
on her hands and knees on the bench and fed his hard-on
into her cunt from behind, shagging her doggy style as
she gasped and moaned. From this angle he got a first-
class view of her arse, and he succumbed to an evil
temptation. Sucking briefly on his forefinger to get it
wet, he pressed it to her anus and slid it into her up
to the first knuckle joint.
Dawn yelped in surprise, and she squirmed a little
under him: clearly the sensation was not a pleasurable
one for her. But it was for Ken, and he pushed the
finger a little deeper into her with each thrust of his
cock. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Dawn gasped. "Sir, it... it hurts!"
"Only to begin with, Dawn," he panted. "Just let
yourself go, my darling. Let yourself enjoy..."
It was at this moment that the changing room door
opened and the headmaster, Mister Bennett, entered the
room.
For a moment he just stared at the incredible scene
that met his eyes. His eyes widened and his jaw
dropped. And Ken and Dawn stared back at him in mute
horror. It seemed that they were frozen into a tableau
of discovered sin – the teacher with his huge cock deep
in the vagina of his under-age pupil, and his finger
buried in her arsehole.
Then the head exploded into a flurry of indignation.
"Mister Westmore!" he bellowed. "I can’t believe what
I’m seeing. My god! Get dressed, man! Get dressed, both
of you!"
Ken pulled his cock out of Dawn’s cunt and jumped to
his feet. Dawn broke into hysterical tears, snatched up
her gymslip from the floor and tried to cover herself
with it. And the head turned away from them as if the
mere sight of their perversions was too much for him.
"Sir... Mr. Bennett..." Ken stammered, crossing over to
his chief. "I can explain..."
Mr. Bennett stubbornly shook his head without turning
around. "I don’t believe you can, Mr. Westmore," he
said stiffly. "And I don’t think any explanation is
going to save your job."
For a moment they stood like that, Ken panting from his
recent exertions, with the sound of Dawn’s sobbing in
their ears. Then Ken realised that there was just one
chance to salvage the situation.
"Yeah, okay," he said slowly, to the head’s back. "You
could do that. You could come down all heavy on us, and
sack me. Or..."
He let the word hang in the air. Astonished by Ken’s
effrontery, Mr. Bennett turned to glare at him.
"Or you could have some," Ken finished, indicating Dawn
with a sideway roll of his eyes. "She’s fourteen years
old, and she’s the best piece of cunt I’ve ever had.
For free."
Mr. Bennett was not glaring at him now, but staring in
wide-eyed disbelief.
"You can get her to do anything," Ken pressed.
"Anything you’ve ever wanted to do to a girl. Dawn will
take it, and she won’t tell. It’s like Christmas came
two months fucking early, honest to god."
He stopped, trying to gauge Mr. Bennett’s reaction. For
a moment, and then another moment, the silence hung
heavy between them. Mr. Bennett looked at the sobbing,
naked girl on the bench, and it was impossible to tell
what he was thinking.
Then, very, very slowly, he took off his jacket. Ken
breathed a sigh of relief. He was in with a chance now
– so long as he could get Dawn to play along.
Mr. Bennett crossed to the bench and stood in front of
Dawn. She stared up at him out of eyes swollen with
tears, fearfully at first, and then in horrified
amazement as he unzipped his flies with great
deliberation. Looking Dawn straight in the eyes, he
pulled out a very large, very thick cock which was
already half-hard.
"Well you can suck me off," he said. "For starters."
Dawn gasped aloud. She turned from Mr. Bennett’s hard-
on to Ken and then back again, her mouth moving but no
sound coming out.
"But... but..." she managed at last. "I can’t! I
can’t!" It was a pitiful wail that would have melted
the heart of anyone. Well, anyone who wasn’t about to
fuck her.
"You’ve got to, my darling," Ken said, stroking her
hair reassuringly. "It’s the only way. Otherwise I’ll
lose my job and you’ll be sent to an inner-city sink
school. Please, Dawn. Do this for me. For us. Otherwise
we’ll never be able to consummate our love again!"
And this was the real issue for Ken, so there was
enough urgency in his voice to make his little
schoolgirl lover hesitate. Also he was holding her head
a bit more firmly now in case she should try to back
away from Mr. Bennett’s huge cock.
It took a lot more persuasion, and several repetitions
of how the future of their relationship depended on
this, but finally Dawn opened her mouth and Mr. Bennett
shoved his knob between her lips. Tears were pouring
down Dawn’s cheeks as she serviced him with her mouth
and hand, as Ken had taught her. Mr. Bennett gave an
almost agonised groan: he’d always suspected that being
sucked off by one of his own students would be good –
but he’d never imagined it would be this good.
As for Ken, now that his initial fright and panic were
over, he found that this was a situation he could
seriously enjoy. He’d fantasised about sharing Dawn,
but had concluded sadly that he’d never get her to
accept it – but this was great. Another man who could
be trusted to keep absolute discretion, and could
terrorise Dawn into line if his charm failed.
He knelt beside Dawn and started to play with her cunt
as she continued to fellate the headmaster. Mr. Bennett
was groaning and grunting like a stuck pig, hunched
over Dawn’s face as her small mouth worked on his cock.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh yes! Eat my meat, you bitch!"
The feeling of her tongue on his glans was driving him
wild. He started to thrust into her mouth, just as Ken
usually did. Dawn gave a hiccuping sound of dismay, but
she made no effort to pull away from the invading
member, even though Mr. Bennett’s cock was thicker than
Ken’s and her lips were stretched painfully around it.
Meanwhile Ken was doing a good job between her legs,
tweaking and rubbing her little love-bud to keep her
aroused and off-balance. Then, after calling a time-
out, he got Dawn on her hands and knees on the bench so
that he could shag her cunt from behind while Mr.
Bennett continued to make energetic love to her face.
Mr. Bennett turned out to have quite an appetite for
rough sex. He was driving his cock deeper and deeper
into Dawn’s gullet, and keeping up a stream of
invective as he did so. "Yes, eat it, whore. Fucking
eat it! You cock-sucking slut, choke on it!"
Ken was keeping pace with his chief, so Dawn was
getting very roughly humped at both ends now. They
actually shagged her down off the bench onto the floor
of the changing room, bearing her down under the weight
of their thrusting crotches. It wasn’t a planned
manoeuvre, but it finished up with Dawn flat on her
back, with Mr. Bennett straddling her face as he slam-
fucked her throat: Ken, meanwhile, had her knees
pressed up against Mr. Bennett’s back so that he could
splay her legs and screw her immature cunt all the
harder.
Little Dawn didn’t know what had hit her. Ken’s brutal
love-making was enough in itself to daze and
disorientate her – but to have two massive cocks
sharing her body, and pummeling it so cruelly, made her
head swim and the dark tides of unconsciousness beckon.
"Do you... want to try... her cunt?" Ken panted, not
slackening his rhythm.
"In a minute," Mr. Bennett panted back. "Let’s get her
back up on the bench first."
They climbed off the dazed, unresisting girl and lifted
her up between them. But instead of getting her back on
her hands and knees, Mr. Bennett laid her on her back
on the bench, with her head dangling off the end. Then
he knelt himself, in front of her face. Ken watched
with curiosity for a moment, then realised what Mr.
Bennett’s aim was.
In this position, Dawn’s head was lolling back, and her
mouth and throat and gullet were all in one line. With
deliberate, lascivious glee, Mr. Bennett now shoved his
cock back into her mouth – and kept shoving. Ken
watched in awe as the headmaster’s ten-inch prick
disappeared into Dawn’s mouth, inch by inch. It was
like watching a sword-swallowing act. Dawn made a
muffled gurgling sound as the swollen glans reached –
and passed – her gag point. But Mr. Bennett wasn’t done
yet. As the girl jerked and spasmed under him, he
inserted his cock with steady force into her throat.
Ken could see the bulge it made as it slid down her
gullet. By this time he was having to lean his weight
on Dawn to stop her from writhing and struggling
against the obscene invasion of her face.
From this advantageous position, the headmaster
proceeded to fuck her throat with gusto.
"You love it, you bitch," he growled at the choking
schoolgirl. "You fucking love it!"
Ken knew that he should probably step in and help Dawn,
since the head’s cock was in serious danger of
completely blocking her airway – but he was so aroused
by the sight that he had to fuck her. He shoved her
knees up against her chest and slammed his throbbing
prong up her gash.
Both men gave themselves up to their lust, and went
back to shagging Dawn with merciless brutality.
The little girl’s muffled gurgles got fainter and
fainter, as Mr. Bennett ploughed her face with his
obscenely large and thick erection. Only when they died
away completely did he look down and notice that Dawn
had fainted from lack of oxygen. Even then he kept
pistoning his cock in and out of her throat, unable to
resist the velvet feel of her oesophagus against his
over-heated knob-head. Finally, though, with a grunted
curse, he pulled out of her.
Ken was still humping away at Dawn’s twat-gash. He
could see that Dawn had passed out, but something about
the thought of fucking an unconscious girl appealed to
him. "Is she alright?" he panted at his chief.
The head shook his head, slapping Dawn hard on the
cheek to see if she was faking. "I don’t know," he
admitted. "Bugger her."
"That’s certainly an option," Ken agreed, in a jocular
mood. And then he realised that this would probably be
a good time to do exactly that. Pulling his cock out of
Dawn’s cunt, he positioned the head of it against her
anal opening. Then he pushed hard. His cock was well
lubricated from fucking her mouth and twat, so in spite
of its size he was able to slide the first three inches
or so of his shaft into her bum – with some difficulty.
The unconscious girl didn’t even stir.
Mr. Bennett shook his head and grinned appreciatively.
"What’s her arse like?" he asked.
"Tight!" panted Ken. "Very tight!"
"Well, not for long. She’ll be able to shit without
straining after she’s had that thing up her backside!"
Ken thrust a few times up Dawn’s arsehole, enjoying the
amazing feel of its tight grip on his huge prong. Mr.
Bennett, meanwhile, shoved two fingers up her snatch
and explored the interior of her vagina, which he still
hadn’t fucked. Since Dawn still didn’t respond, Ken
leaned into it and with great effort managed to shove a
few more inches of his hard-on up her bum. He buggered
her slowly, with grunts of pleasure. Mr. Bennett by
this time had four fingers up her crack and was wanking
himself rampageously with his other hand.
But after a while her lack of responsiveness started to
worry the two men. Obviously they didn’t want Dawn to
die. So they curtailed their sexual gratification for a
minute or two, laid the girl in a more comfortable
position on the bench and splashed her face with cold
water.
Eventually, Dawn came around, her head fuzzy and
confused. For a few moments she didn’t remember where
she was, and she was startled to see Mr. Bennett. Then
memory slowly began to filter back and she looked truly
woeful as she recalled her unhappy predicament.
Ken asked her a few questions to ascertain that she was
more or less back to normal. Then, satisfied that they
had done their humanitarian duty, they laid the little
girl back down on the bench and went back to fucking
her.
This time Ken took her mouth and Mr. Bennett finally
got to sink his huge cock in her twat-gash. He groaned
in delight as he penetrated her: it was the tightest
cunt he’d ever been in, and juiced up as it was by
Ken’s previous efforts there, it felt like velvet.
Meanwhile, Ken was only too delighted to feed Dawn his
meat: he could feel his orgasm approaching, and he
wanted it to be in her mouth. He wondered if she could
taste her own shit on his cock, and decided that what
she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.
Two massive erections, however, definitely could, and
Dawn moaned and whimpered as the two men got back into
their stride, ruthlessly slamming their colossal
members in and out of her tender orifices. Ken didn’t
bother with the "I love you" stuff – he considered that
it would cut very little ice at this point, when it was
clear that he and Mr. Bennett were making common cause
to rape her. Perhaps he could sweet-talk her again
afterwards, but for now he was just going to enjoy her.
For a few minutes nothing could be heard in the
changing room except for Dawn’s whimpers and the two
men’s panting groans of delight. Then suddenly Dawn
stiffened under Ken, her eyes bulged out and she gave
an urgent grunt of dismay around his cock. Startled,
Ken looked around – and saw the reason for Dawn’s
distress. Mr. Bennett was no longer fucking her cunt –
he was inserting his hard-on into her unprotected
arsehole.
"Holy shit!" Ken breathed. The head’s cock, strainingly
erect as it now was, was the size of a rolling pin. To
see it slowly disappearing up into Dawn’s guts was
awesome indeed. He realised that if he pulled his cock
out of Dawn’s mouth at this point she’d be certain to
scream – so he leant down hard and gagged the little
girl with his prong, alllowing the head to complete his
anal invasion. Then he watched as Mr. Bennett proceeded
to sodomise Dawn with deep, slow strokes. Aroused
beyond measure, he went back to humping Dawn’s mouth
with renewed vigour.
Both men came at more or less the same time. Mr.
Bennett groaned as he shoved his cock balls-deep into
her arse, squirting heroic amounts of semen up into her
guts. Dawn was making little urgent moans around Ken’s
prick because of the pain in her bum, so her airway was
open as he pumped his load down her throat. Once again
his orgasm almost choked her, made her gag and heave
for breath as her face flushed purple. Unmoved, Ken
held her head firmly and kept his cock deep in her
gullet until he’d finished ejaculating. Only then did
he climb off her, his cock trailing festive streamers
of sperm and drool across her face as she coughed and
spluttered and moaned.
They tried to get Dawn to her feet at this point so
that they could clean her up and get her out, but the
poor girl could hardly stand. She drooped on their
supporting arms, sobbing incoherently. Her bowed legs
made it clear that Mr. Bennett’s enthusiastic
lovemaking had torn up her arse quite badly. It was
some minutes before she would even respond to her name.
Both men felt completely satiated, but when Ken told
Mr. Bennett that Dawn liked watersports, he got very
interested very quickly. They took her off to the
showers, where they proceeded to piss all over her as
she knelt before them. Mr. Bennett, confident in the
power he had over the little girl, rammed his wilting
prick into her mouth and urinated directly down her
throat.
Ken was peeing on her face at the same time, so the
tears she shed as she drank the headmaster’s piss were
washed away unseen. Then Ken got his turn in her mouth
and she drank from him too, to his great delight. It
was a hugely erotic experience for both men, and their
hard-ons perked up again in no time. Soon they were
fucking little Dawn front and back, holding her off the
floor between them as Ken buggered her and Mr. Bennett
slammed his length up her vaginal furrow. Again, Dawn
had to be kept from screaming, so Ken kept his hand
over her mouth as they worked their enormous erections
between her legs.
By the time they both came inside her, time was moving
on. They washed Dawn off and got her dressed, and once
again Ken drove dawn home. Mr. Bennett had told her
sternly that he wanted her in his office before
registration the next morning, and she knew exactly
what for, so she was miserable and subdued on the way
home.
At the corner of the street, as Ken slowed and stopped
for her to get out, she turned to him and looked him
squarely in the face with sad, haunted eyes.
"I don’t think you really love me," she whispered.
"No, I don’t," Ken admitted. "Except for the bits of
you I can fuck. But if you try to stop seeing me, I’ll
send that tape to your parents."
He leaned past her and threw open the passenger door.
Dawn was staring at him with big, wounded eyes.
"Friday," he said curtly. "Car park. Be there. And wear
something nice – you’ll be meeting my friend Mike."
And he shoved his little girlfriend out onto the
street, and slammed the door. But he still watched her
as she limped away up the street. The punishment her
vagina and anus had received made her walk gingerly,
like an arthritic grandmother. He put the car in gear
and accelerated past her, blowing her a kiss as he
drove away.
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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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