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The Crack of Dawn, part 4
by Goldrush

(MMf, ped, nc, rp, v, ws, tort)

The next morning, the Headmaster called Dawn into his 
office immediately after registration. Then he put his 
head out of the door and told his secretary, Miss 
Tilsden, to take a long break. Miss Tilsden left with 
alacrity, and Mr. Bennett locked his office door with 
lustful joy in his heart. As Dawn sat in the 
malefactors' chair in front of his desk, he stood in 
front of her, unzipped his flies and got out his 
already half-stiff cock.

"Kiss it, you little whore," he ordered her. "Kiss my 
knob-head."

One fearful glance up at his face told the little 
schoolgirl to expect no mercy. She puckered up and 
kissed his glans, making it swell and twitch in 
appreciation.

"Now lick it," Mr. Bennett went on remorselessly. "Lick 
it like a lollipop. Get a lot of spit on it, because 
I'm going to shove it up your arse afterwards."

With many tears and hesitations, the hapless girl 
orally pleasured Mr. Bennett's stiffening prong. After 
a few minutes of her tender ministrations, Mr. B was 
grunting and moaning in pleasure and his cock was 
bigger and harder than it had ever been. The urge to 
shove his tingling knob-end into a warm, moist orifice 
now became too strong for him: grasping Dawn's head 
firmly in both hands, he crammed half his length into 
her mouth in a single thrust, making her splutter and 
gurgle in muffled protest.

"Choke on it, bitch!" he snarled at her, and he started 
to fuck her mouth with brutal delight.

And Dawn almost did choke on it. Mr. Bennett was even 
more ruthless in his oral rape of the pretty schoolgirl 
than Ken had been – and he was more spectacularly 
endowed. His enormous shaft pillaged Dawn's mouth and 
throat with long, slow strokes, the swollen glans 
penetrating well past her gag-point. Her face went red, 
her eyes watered, and drool escaped from the corners of 
her mouth as she retched and gurgled. But Mr. Bennett 
cared nothing for her discomfort: for him, choke-
fucking Dawn was a hugely erotic experience, and he 
soon got so carried away that he was thumping her face 
into his muscular abdomen with each mighty thrust.

Little Dawn couldn't take much of this punishment. She 
was managing to breathe through her nose on each of Mr. 
Bennett's out-thrusts, so she was getting just about 
enough oxygen to keep her from unconsciousness: but the 
battering blows of the headmaster's crotch and thighs 
to her face were too much. 

It was as though she was being repeatedly smacked hard 
in the face at the same time as being choke-fucked: 
under that cruel assault, the little breath she had 
left hiccuped out of her. Her face went from red to 
purple and she lost her hold on consciousness.

Mr. Bennett was way too turned on to care. He still 
wanted to bugger the little schoolgirl over his desk, 
but for now he was enjoying the sensation of violating 
her face far too much to want to stop. He saw that 
she'd passed out, but he continued to force his dick 
down her throat with vindictive enthusiasm. 

In fact, her unconsciousness excited him still further, 
and made him even more extreme in the lustful liberties 
he was taking with her pretty face. It was only when he 
felt his orgasm approaching that he stopped and pulled 
the head of his shaft out of her gullet: he didn't want 
to come just yet.

He hauled the unconscious Dawn out of the chair and 
dumped her face-down on his desk. The little girl 
recovered her senses to feel the headmaster hauling 
down her virginal white knickers and spreading her 
legs. Then she gave a despairing wail of pain, choked 
off by Mr. Bennett's hand over her mouth, as his 
stupendous hard-on poked through her arse hole and 
began its inexorable slide up into her guts.

Dawn's arse had already been stretched by two big cocks 
the night before, but the pain was still incredible as 
Mr. Bennett forced his gigantic fuck-stick up her anal 
orifice and deep into her bowels. She couldn't believe 
that anything so big could fit into her body without 
displacing her stomach, her lungs, her heart. She 
thought that she was going to die.

But she didn't die: she just lay sprawled on the desk, 
gasping and moaning incoherently, as Mr. Bennett 
proceeded to bugger her with slow, deep thrusts.

The headmaster was in a sort of heaven of lust, lost in 
the indescribable pleasure of having an under-aged 
fuck-toy completely at his mercy. "Bitch! Whore! Slut!" 
he panted as he sodomised her. "You fucking love it, 
you little cocksucker! This is what you live for!"

Dawn might have disagreed, but she was in no position 
to reply. All she could do was pant and whimper as the 
headmaster's gigantic erection pumped and pummelled at 
her tender bumhole. The savage anal violation went on 
for what seemed like an eternity to the little girl, 
but Mr. Bennett was mindful of the time. He has a 
funding meeting to attend in half an hour, and before 
that he'd need to freshen up, so he'd have to come 
soon. He debated with himself whether to shoot his load 
up Dawn's arse or to finish off in her mouth.

Up her arse, he decided, because he was already very 
close to orgasm. But a further depraved idea struck 
him. Without shifting his weight from the little girl, 
he reached out and picked up the ruler from his desk. 
By fumbling between her legs, he was able to find the 
entrance to her vagina.

Dawn's eyes widened as she felt the hard, angular end 
of the wooden ruler press against her cunt lips. She 
gasped and squirmed, trying to get free, but the 
headmaster's considerable weight kept her pinned to the 
desk. The ruler raked across her labia, found the 
entrance to her cunt but glanced off.

"N-no!" Dawn moaned. "No, please!"

On the second pass, Mr. Bennett made contact. He 
managed to insert first one corner of the ruler and 
then the other into Dawn's tender twat-gash. The little 
girl gave a cry of pain and alarm, and the headmaster 
was forced to gag her once again with his hand as he 
shoved hard with the ruler. It went up Dawn's cunt, 
with some resistance; and as it went he started to fuck 
her up the arse again with renewed vigour.

The noises that came from little Dawn were barely 
human, as the ruler tore at her cunthole and the 
headmaster's cock pillaged her arse. She couldn't 
believe, couldn't even process the sensations coming 
from between her legs. She came close to passing out 
again, but the pain wouldn't let her.

As for Mr. Bennett, he was enjoying himself so much 
that he couldn't hold back any longer. The ruler was 
like an avenging cock: he was fucking little Dawn front 
and back, wreaking havoc on her unprotected holes. No 
lovemaking that he could remember had even come close 
to this in intimacy, in ecstasy. With a groan of sheer 
delight, he slumped over Dawn's back as his climax took 
him. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he filled Dawn's 
bowels with his semen. Even then he didn't pull out of 
her, but continued to rape her vagina with the ruler as 
his climax subsided.

When he finally pulled his cock out of the little 
girl's rectum and stood up, Dawn slid off the desk to 
the floor with a breathless, sobbing moan. She lay 
there on the floor, the ruler still sticking out of her 
cunthole. Mr. Bennett saw that the ruler was slicked 
with blood, and that the papers on his desk were also 
speckled and streaked with red. He swore under his 
breath.

A cursory examination, though, showed that the damage 
to Dawn's genitals was not serious. The hard edges of 
the ruler had cut her vaginal walls as it went in and 
out of her, and she was sore and bleeding. But it was 
nothing that wouldn't mend. If he'd pushed harder it 
might have been a different story, and Mr. Bennett was 
glad that he'd had a little self-control. He wiped the 
blood off Dawn's cunt-lips with a tissue and told the 
dazed, almost stupefied girl that she'd be fine. Then 
he made her pull her knickers back up and straighten 
her blouse.

Just before Dawn left the office, Mr. Bennett slammed 
her hard against the wall. "Listen, Dawn," he said. 
"Listen to what I'm telling you." To add weight and 
emphasis to his words, he slid his hand under her 
gymslip, hooked her knickers aside and shoved two 
fingers up her lacerated gash. Dawn cried out in pain 
and almost collapsed, but he held her pinned against 
the wall. 

With his other hand around her throat he reminded her 
of the hold that he and Ken Westmore had on her. The 
tape showed her as a willing participant in sexual 
adventures with her teachers: if she told anyone what 
they were doing to her, they'd claim that she was the 
instigator and had seduced them. And they'd send the 
tape to everyone who knew her: her parents would get to 
see her playing whore.

Poor little Dawn was cowed into submission. Though her 
cunt and her arse ached fiercely as she limped away 
down the corridor, she knew that she wouldn't dare tell 
anyone what Mr. Westmore and the headmaster were doing 
to her. She would continue to be their sex-toy until 
they tired of her or took pity on her. And she knew 
enough about men's desires now to realise that the 
first would happen long before the second did.


It was the next day that I got to meet Dawn for the 
first time – when Ken brought her round to my house 
after school. I don't know if this was just Ken doing a 
favour for a mate, or whether my double bed was a more 
attractive proposition than that lay-by, but either 
way, my doorbell rang at four fifteen, and when I 
opened the door there she was.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Just look at you. Come on in, 
kid. Come on in."

She hesitated for a second, but then Ken shoved her 
brusquely in through the door, following on behind. I 
locked the door and then bolted it. My wife was on a 
late shift at the surgery, and wasn't meant to get home 
until nine, but I certainly didn't want her to come 
home early and find me and Ken raping a fourteen-year-
old schoolgirl on our marriage bed. That might put a 
little bit of a strain on our union.

"What's the cover story?" I asked Ken.

"Dawn just told her parents we were holding try-outs 
for the chess club," Ken said. "They don't fucking 
care."

We took Dawn upstairs and got her stripped off in short 
order. Then I licked her tits and felt up her cunt to 
get me in the mood while Ken got his own kit off. 
"You're a very lovely girl, Dawn," I told her tenderly. 
I was poking one finger into her vaginal opening as I 
said it, and she was wincing and gasping. Of course, I 
didn't know then that the headmaster had shoved a ruler 
up her twat the day before: she was still very tender 
there. 

Ken climbed onto the bed and pushed his rampant 
erection against Dawn's lips.

"Lick my cock, Dawn," he told her. "Show me how much 
you love me."

Miserable but outnumbered, Dawn obeyed. I watched 
entranced as she serviced Ken's big hard-on with her 
tongue, lapping obediently at his swollen glans. I 
couldn't resist. I got my own cock out and thrust it 
into her face.

"Both of us," I ordered her.

Faced with two massive hard-ons, little Dawn was 
thoroughly cowed and intimidated. Tears started in her 
eyes as she lapped first at my knob and then at Ken's. 
It felt fantastic, and it looked every bit as good: 
this beautiful little fourteen-year-old was kneeling on 
the bed between us, using her mouth on our cocks, 
getting us hard so we could shag her.

After a few minutes of this treatment, we were more 
than ready to enjoy Dawn's other orifices. We got her 
down on the bed between us, on her side, and I crammed 
my painfully erect prick up her twat. Then as I started 
to give her front bottom a seeing to, Ken rammed his 
own length up her arse.

Poor little Dawn didn't know what had hit her. 
Sandwiched between us, she jerked and writhed like a 
fish on a hook as the two of us pounded our gigantic 
fuck-sticks up her cunt and arse hole. Mine was the 
third cock to enjoy the crack of Dawn, as I knew full 
well, but she was still wonderfully tight, and her cunt 
tube was as soft and caressing as velvet. I was 
groaning in ecstasy as I shagged her – and the fact 
that Ken was buggering her at the same time was an even 
bigger turn-on.

After a while, we rang the changes. We got Dawn to 
kneel on the bed, and I shoved my cock up her arse 
while Ken fed her his length from in front. Dawn made 
muffled gurgling noises around Ken's huge member as I 
enthusiastically buggered her. Our eyes met over her 
back and we grinned at each other: two mates enjoying 
the best boys' night in there ever was.

I didn't want it to ever end. After a few minutes up 
her arse, I laid her out on the bed again and straddled 
her face, fucking her hard in the throat while Ken 
shagged her up the twat. We were both almost sobbing 
with pleasure: Dawn was the perfect lover, and we were 
determined to push both her and ourselves to the 
limits.

Ken had told me that Dawn had passed out on Wednesday 
evening while the headmaster had been fucking her in 
the throat. That sounded so amazingly erotic, I wanted 
to see it for myself. So with Ken's help, I got Dawn 
positioned on her back at the side of the bed, with her 
head dangling over the edge. Then, kneeling in front of 
her, I fed her my cock inch by inch until my balls were 
resting on either side of her cute button nose. 

Dawn's face was a hectic red as I held my strainingly 
erect member down her gullet, jamming her airway 
closed. Her hands fluttered feebly, and very faint 
sounds of protest escaped from around the base of my 
cock as she thrashed, trying to break the oxygen-tight 
seal. But Ken was sitting on her chest, holding her 
arms pinned, and I had her head in a tight grip. She 
couldn't get away. After thirty seconds of fainter and 
fainter tremors, Dawn's trembling hands fell limp to 
the coverlet. Her eyes rolled back into her head and 
closed. All movement died away, and she was clearly 
unconscious.

That was when I started to fuck my tumescent member in 
and out of her throat. I groaned in sheer ecstasy, 
shaking with passion as I made savage love to her face. 

"Mike," Ken warned me, looking a little nervous, 
"Bennett got off her when she passed out."

"I... couldn't... give... a fuck!" I panted, slamming 
my blood-heavy cock deep into the clinging membranes of 
Dawn's gullet. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh goddddd!"

I couldn't stop myself. I just kept humping and humping 
away, watching my turgid cock sliding between Dawn's 
lips, feeling my swollen knob sliding in her tight 
oesophagus. Since she was completely passive, her 
gullet had become a sort of magical second cunt: a 
horizontal channel of unrestricted sexual delight: I 
couldn't have stopped unless Ken had wrestled me to the 
ground.

So I carried on gasping and moaning and shagging on 
Dawn's face until I felt my orgasm building inside me. 
Then with a scream of agonised pleasure I cut loose and 
emptied my balls, spurt after scalding spurt, into the 
unconscious girl's throat.

I don't know if she responded in any way to my orgasm. 
It was so intense that I almost passed out myself. When 
I pulled myself together and climbed off her, my huge, 
half-slack member sliding with an audible pop out of 
her airway, she lolled like a broken doll. A thin 
trickle of semen rolled like a tear from the corner of 
her mouth, and when I peered between her open lips I 
saw more semen puddled in the back of her mouth. She 
didn't seem to be breathing.

"Fuck," I said, looking nervously at Ken. He was still 
sitting on Dawn's chest: now he smacked her face 
experimentally a few times, without producing any 
noticeable result.

"The kiss of life?" I suggested tentatively.

"You just shot off down her fucking throat," Ken said. 
"You give her the kiss of life if you want. I'm not 
going to."

Instead we pulled her further onto the bed so that her 
head wasn't lolling so spectacularly, and we rolled her 
onto her side. After what seemed like a very long time 
she gave a liquid gurgle. Then her chest heaved, once, 
twice, three times, and white bubbles welled between 
her lips as she retched weakly, her head giving a 
single spastic jerk.

We carried her into the bathroom, where she threw up 
copiously into the toilet bowl. She didn't seem to know 
where she was, or even who she was, and festivities 
were halted as we did the "how many fingers am I 
holding up?" routine. Little Dawn was like a prize-
fighter who's taken too many punches to the head: her 
mouth was slack and her eyes were crossed, and her 
voice when she answered our questions was slurred and 
drunk.

But it was a question of priorities. Ken still hadn't 
come, and he was getting very twitchy. After a few 
minutes of this, we said fuck it and got stuck in 
again. I sat on Dawn's face with my cock dangling 
between her tits, holding her legs apart as Ken slammed 
his hard-on up her arse. That soon got me hard again 
too, and by the time he shot his load into her large 
intestine I was ready for a bit more fun.

Ken had told me how Dawn liked to drink piss. I climbed 
onto her face and shoved my stiffening cock between her 
lips. My bladder was very full, as it tended to be 
after a hard fuck, and I happily let go.

Most of it came right back out again. Dawn was still 
dazed and drunk-looking, and her swallow reflex wasn't 
all it should be. Fortunately my cock was more than 
half-hard now: all I had to do was rest my weight on 
her, and my knob was once more lodged deeply in her 
throat. With no other option, Dawn's gullet worked to 
cope with the thick flow of my piss as I joyfully used 
her sweet mouth as a toilet.

As soon as I got off her, Ken climbed on. Now I got to 
watch as he lecherously pissed down her throat, using 
the same method as me. Dawn's eyes rolled slowly in her 
head and she tried very sluggishly to pull away, but it 
was easy to hold her in place and Ken got to finish his 
piss in peace.

We took our time as we fucked her again, wanting to 
enjoy every moment. Dawn was still more or less out of 
it, her eyes unfocused and her movements jerky and 
uncoordinated. I fucked her up the arse and Ken raped 
her in the mouth: then we swapped ends and he slam-
fucked her gash while I choked her with my hard-on. 

We were a little bit worried by how sluggish her 
reactions were, but we were also ferociously turned on. 
When I finally ejaculated up her twat I was howling 
like a maniac with lustful delight: and then I got to 
watch while Ken force-fucked her face before spending 
his load deep in her throat.

By this time, it was definitely time to get Dawn back 
to the school. We cleaned all of our spunk and piss off 
her, but she was still acting as though she was drunk. 
She responded to her name but she couldn't form a 
coherent sentence and she wouldn't respond to her name. 
Twisting her nipples and shoving our fingers up her 
cunt and arse got a bit of a response, and was so much 
fun that it almost led to a third round of love-making, 
but Dawn still wouldn't pass muster and Ken was getting 
agitated.

"Oxygen deprivation," he said. "You shouldn't have 
throat-fucked her after she passed out."

"Well it's a fuck of a lot of good telling me that 
now," I snapped.
We tried everything: coffee, smacks in the face, 
threats, dunking her face in cold water. Finally, at 
the eleventh hour, Dawn began to rally and respond to 
us. We were so relieved that we kissed her tenderly. 
Very tenderly, in my case: I was getting my cock out 
again when Ken shoved me away and got her dressed.

I said a lingering goodbye to Dawn in the downstairs 
hall, thrusting my crotch against hers and whispering 
in her ear what I was going to do to her when Ken 
brought her around next time. Then he hauled her off to 
the car, slammed the door and drove away.

The rest of the evening was a bit of a let down after 
that. But I knew in my heart that this was the 
beginning of a beautiful friendship.


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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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