("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE CLOSE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 30