She Just Won’t Stop Butt-Fucking Me!

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By Lauren McAllister

I guess one should never hope that one’s high school years are life’s very best but I had an especially shitty four years. Made far worse, quite probably, by me foolishly deciding to attend an all-girls school. While the theory is – away from the dominating personalities of “boys” – we put-upon girls would flourish in an environment awash in feminine love. We even had school uniforms so everyone, no matter how humble one’s origins, would be equal and the sun of human kindness and sisterhood would shine down up us all. Needless to say, that was not my experience.

I was certainly not one of the “cool” girls. I had a few friends but we mostly steered well clear of the rich and gorgeous and stuck up. Perhaps you’d describe me as a tad mousy. I’m cute, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve always possessed a bit of a shrinking personality.

Even so, I had managed to get through most of my time at Henry Devenpool High without any major problems or run-ins with the snot lot. Alas, that all changed in the spring of my senior year.

I had discovered a rarely used classroom in one of the wings that was mostly used at night for driving school. There were pictures of cars and crashes and people correctly signally before making a turn adorning the walls. I used to go there during my spares to study and do my homework. It was very peaceful. Perfect for me and my bookish ways.

I was working my way through some rather tricky algebra when I heard a noise behind me. Oh shit! It was Samantha “Sammy” Birkshaw. She looked like she’d been drinking. I turned back to my book and just hoped she’d go away. She didn’t.

“So this is where you get to, Parker,” she snootily observed.

I kept on reading, still hoping she’d go away.

“That’s very rude of you, not to answer me. I’ll have you know that I’m a prefect at this here school and I could have you in detention hall, just like that!” She tried to snap her fingers but no real sound resulted. “I demand you show me a little more respect.”

“Sorry, Sammy,” I mumbled.

“I’m not ‘Sammy’ to you, little field mouse. That is a name only my friends are allowed to call me. Stand Up!”

I blushed the color of cricket ball and complied with her demand. My knees were practically shaking.

“Bend over that desk.”

“Pardon,” I almost whimpered.

She pushed me in the back, roughly. “I said bend over the desk!”
I did as she asked, not know what horrors awaited me. The next thing I knew, she’d pulled up my school uniform skirt!

“You’ve got a little boy’s ass under this thing.”

There was something about the tone of her voice that I found exceedingly disturbing. And then she pulled my underwear down!

“Yeah. What a tiny little ass you have.” She smacked it with the flat of her hand. I’m sure I gasped. “Hmm, smooth too.”

Now she was feeling my butt cheeks. I didn’t know whether to cry out of just hope that she’d get bored of abusing me and leave. Then, when she pulled my cheeks apart, Iwas mortified beyond description.

“And there’s your little butthole,” she sing-songed, placing her thumb on my rectum. “Ooh, look at it wink.”

“I… I have to go to my next class,” I lied.

“You’ll go when I say you can go,” she replied, sliding her fingers down and touching the lips of my vagina. Again, I gasped. “I think we’re going to have to teach you a little lesson, Parker.”

Smack. Smack. Her hand came down twice more upon my naked derriere but then there was a small abeyance while Samantha fiddled with something. I was afraid to turn around to see what she was up to. That’s when she grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust her pelvis into my defenseless fanny.

“Oh my God, she’s dry humping me,” I thought, in my utter shock and disgrace.

“Oh yeah, your little boy’s ass feels real good.”

Slam. Slam. She pounded her pussy into me. Now I was just hoping that she’d finish quickly and leave me in peace. Bam. Bam. I could feel my cheeks jiggling and her naked pelvis and she continue to pound herself into me. Samantha began to alternate between violent thrusts and sliding her very moist pussy up and down my ass cheek. Things were getting a little more frenzied back there. I heard a few moans between the clatter of the school desk I was draped over banging against the classroom wall.

Jesus!@ What if someone heard and rushed in to see what was wrong.

Now, she was moaning and calling me her little slut. There was definitely more pussy sliding that pelvic banging at this point. She had a vice like grip on my hip bones. All of a sudden Samantha let out a demonic groan and folded herself on top of me. I knew she was cumming. Climaxing on my naked, pillaged ass! After a few more seconds, her spasming stopped. She reached round, gave my breasts a quick feel and got up off me.

“Nice pair of tits for a girl with a boy’s ass,” she chuckled. “Don’t get up and don’t look round. I want you to stay like that until I’ve gone.”

She took her sweet time getting dressed but finally left. I stood up and looked down. I had a big red line across my lap from where I was being slammed into the desk. My lip wobbled a little as I meekly pulled my panties up and sat back down gingerly. Here I was, a virgin, and my first sexual experience with another person was being butt-fucked by a prefect!

I finished class that day without lifting my head up once. I just basically stared at the floor in shame and humiliation. “I wonder if she’s told any of her horrible friends,” I wondered.

That evening, I had a shower to try and wash away the memory but I couldn’t. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch myself for some unknown reason. Before I knew it, I was full on masturbating. My orgasm was amazing and I ended up as a big soggy lump on the shower stall floor.

I went back to that same classroom the next day. Sure enough Samantha came in.

“Stand up,” she commanded, “and face that wall.”

As I stood there, she pressed herself against my back and began to feel me up. I just stood there and didn’t move.
”Yes, oh yes, you’ve got a nice set of tits here, Parker.”

She undid the buttons on my school blouse and removed it. A cold shiver ran down my back as I felt her pop the clasps on my bra. Now she began to play with my nipples roughly. Sometimes she’d flick them with her finger and I’d start.

Then she bent me over the desk again, lifted my skirt, removed my white cotton underwear and dry humped me ‘til she came all over my ass. After Samantha had gotten what she came for, she got dressed while I remained mostly naked with my backside exposed to the world.

This went on for weeks, getting more invasive and humiliating as time passed. Sam would put her fingers inside me. Into my butthole and in my pussy. Fiddling around in there like some kind of perverted doctor doing a pelvic exam. Thank God she didn’t have long nails. And then she would ass-fuck me, call me a slut, cum and leave. And me, I’d pull up my panties, put on my blouse and go back to class like we’d just talked about the weather.

There were a couple of days were Samantha was off sick. I’m ashamed to say I really missed her visits. During her absence, I would bend myself over the desk – after removing my underwear, of course – and played with my vagina till I came. If anyone entered the room while I was masturbating, I was fully prepared to let them do anything they wanted to me back there.

One Friday, she stuffed a piece of paper between my ass-cheeks before she left. It was her address. Sammy wanted me to be at her house at 11 o’clock that Saturday.

Sure enough, good little Parker showed up on time, after spending two hours waiting for and catching various buses. Her mother let me in and gave me directions to her room.

I knocked on the door, not knowing what hideous, demeaning fate awaited me on the other side.
”Come!” was shouted from inside.

I timorously entered. Samantha was tapping away on her phone by the window and didn’t turn to look at me.

“Take off all your clothes and lay face down on the bed,” she casually instructed me.

Shit! Her mother was down stairs. I have to admit, I was blushing like an overcooked hot dog as I removed my jeans and underwear. The bed was comfortable enough but she made me wait forever before she finally got up out of her chair.
”And there it is; my favorite little boy’s ass,” she observed as she removed her clothes. I’d never seen her naked before, because she was always behind me. Sammy (don’t let her know I called her that) had a beautiful body. Her pussy was shaved, except for a little tuft of hair above her opening. She climbed onto the bed and rubbed my ass. “I could fuck this amazing ass all day, and today, I’m going to.”

With that Samantha climbed on top of me, reaching around to grab hold of my breasts as her pelvic thrusts started to grind into my butt cheeks.

“But what if your mother walks in?” I quite reasonably questions.”

Sam stuck her long fingernails into my breasts. “Shut up. You’re ruining my concentration.”

Soon she was humping my like a crazy person and whispering dirty and insulting things into my ear. “God, I love your tits… and you’re ass… and….”

Samantha didn’t get to finish her sentence, as a wild, uncontrollable cum-fire broke out between her legs and swept up her jizz-tunnel. She was holding onto my poor boobs pretty tightly as she bucked and drove her crotch deep into my ass crack.

Then Sammy got quiet and just laid on top of me a big bag of rib eye steaks. When she finally got up, I think I felt her kiss the back of my neck.

“I want to see you masturbate.”

“Pardon????”

“You heard me Parker. Roll over and rub one out exactly like to do it at home or wherever you pleasure yourself.”

I sat up and made myself comfortable against her ridiculously large pillows. As I opened up my legs, Sam gazed deep into the heart of my womanhood.

“Play with your tits, if you play with your tits at home. I want it to be like I wasn’t here.”

My fingers were almost trembling as I began to softly stroke my outer lips. That at least got the tingle going. My vagina was already sopping wet from being butt-fucked. Yes, amazingly, I had grown to somewhat enjoy being rectally abused.

I was a two finger girl and those two digits were now circling round my clit three times and then sliding into my custard hole – repeat until not necessary. My eyes were mostly closed but when I did managed to open them up, Samantha was totally riveted to what I was doing. That really got me going. Now my two yum-fingers had transitioned from circling to pounding. The first few orgasmic sparks began to ignite in my misbehave cave. It didn’t matter that I had a somewhat cruel audience, I was now hell bent for satiation. My left hand ring finger had slid inside my girlie gulch, right up to the knuckle! Pardon my French, but I came like a motherfucker. If I wasn’t afraid of Samantha’s mother rushing in, I would have screamed the house down. The throb between my legs was devastating and left me gasping for air and twitching uncontrollably.

“Very nice,” Samantha declared, after I’d finished. “Now, lie down on your stomach, I shall probably want to fuck you again in ten or fifteen minutes.

And that she did. In fact, Sam fucked me eight times that day! Eight! I certainly sat on tender cheeks during the bus ride home, I can tell you that.

And so it went. Butt-fucked in school during the week and then multiple times every Saturday. And then one weird, wonderful day, Samantha actually came up to me at my locker. I had no idea what she wanted. I sure hoped not the usual!

“Hi,” she said, almost shyly.

“Hi.” I looked around. “Are you sure you want to be seen talking to me?”

“I wanted to know if you’ll go to the prom with me.”

“What?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you and I’d like you to go to the dance with me.”

“You want to go with me?”

“I’ve already had Devin McCord as me but I’d rather go with you. Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

“Are you having trouble with your hearing?”
”No, but you’ve never asked my permission for anything.”

“I can be a real asshole sometimes. And telling you what to do is so fucking hot, but I promise to treat you like the really special person you are from now on. …so, can I kiss you?”

I was stunned beyond comprehension but I managed to eek out a “Yes.”

And Samantha leaned in and gave me a kiss for the ages. She parted my lips and gently wonderfully, masterfully introduced her tongue to mine. I could hear the people around us whooping and cheering as she put her arm around my waist and pulled me close. After we finished smooching up the place, she repeated her question.

“So, you and me? The prom?”

“Under one condition,” I smiled.

“Name it.”

“That I get to butt fuck you in the study room.”

And boys and girls… that’s just what I did.

The End

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