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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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