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Published : 28 August 2020

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Quarryman Part 2
by Isabella

Story Code: M/g, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Underage sex

Sarah started down the stairs, the metal stairway was very noisy under foot, there was no way anyone would be able to sneak into the boiler room without Mr Bennet knowing they were coming. Sarah looked out into the boiler room as she descended, she couldn't see the elderly caretaker anywhere, just the boiler ahead of her and it looked wrong...totally out of place or rather out of scale. The hole in the fabric of the building that housed the actual boiler looked twice as big as it needed to be, Sarah didn't know it but when the school had been designed, they had intended on putting in a solid fuel boiler, hence the boiler house being built below ground level to take fuel drops from lorries, but as the school was being built, the government had changed its guidelines, reducing the use of coal and coke in favour of natural gas so the council had changed the large coke boiler for a much smaller gas boiler and the massive, unused, coke store was now Mr Bennet's underground home away from home.

Sarah reached the bottom step before she saw around the corner into what should have been a store room for hundreds of tons of coke but that had never seen so much as a single speck of the fuel. There were no windows in the coke store but it was well lit, Sarah spotted a rug on the floor first and then she saw Mr Bennet, he was sitting on a comfortable recliner chair, one of those cheap copies of a 'Lazyboy' chair. He was sitting with the back of the seat reclined slightly and the footrest up to take the pressure off of his bad hip.

Sarah moved to a position that was four feet away from his feet and stopped, as she unbuttoned her blouse she asked, "So...Captain Bennet...what do you like to do with a girl?"

He watched until her blouse was on the rug at her feet before he said, "You know...it's been so long ago that I've almost forgotten what I liked to do."

Sarah unfastened her skirt and let that drop to the floor too before stepping out of it and looking at the tent in his trousers.

"Don't you fuck your wife anymore?"

"I was a career soldier, I decided not to marry until after I retired, but..." he slapped his hip and winced in pain, "...after I got this hip problem, no women would want to marry me now!"

"Why not?"

"Because of my hip I can't actually have sex any more!"

Sarah was looking straight at his cock, she had stopped undressing at her blouse and skirt, remembering from earlier that she got a much bigger reaction from the older man when she was wearing her sexy lingerie set than when she was naked, "Why can't you have sex anymore, I can see that your cock works, it looks lovely and big while you're sitting there."

"The problem isn't my cock, that works fine but because of my hip, I can't get on top of a woman without a great deal of pain and I can't even have sex with a women on top of me because that hurts just as much."

Sarah stepped slowly up to his feet, "There's more than one way to skin a cat, Captain!"

Sarah knelt on the chair's footrest, her knees either side of his feet and she reached for his fly. She pulled his zipper down and rubbed his cock through his underpants, she looked at his face to see if he was happy with her touching his cock through his underpants.

Sarah left his cock for a moment and unbuckled his belt, flipped the button holding his waistband closed. Sarah smiled at him, "Do you like to have your cock sucked?"

He returned her smile and he nodded his head, "I love it, but I prefer to cum in a woman's cunt than in her mouth...mind you, most of the women that have sucked my cock in the past wouldn't have let me cum in their mouth anyway!"

Sarah peeled the sides of his trousers open and eased the front of his underpants down, pulling them past his balls before carefully hooking the elastic under. She lifted the weight of his erection and managed to get his cock in her mouth while still being able to look at his face.

Sarah had never sucked a cock before without the man lifting his hip up to fuck up into her mouth, Simon did it a lot, he liked to make her gag as he pushed past the point that she felt comfortable but she soon learned to take his monster cock into her throat to increase the pleasure that she gave him...Mr Bennet couldn't fuck up into her mouth because of his painful hip.

It was much harder for Sarah to gauge when he was close to his climax, he just seemed to look really relaxed, not lying flat but slightly recumbent as the backrest of the chair hadn't been fully reclined. She took her mouth off of his cock and started to wank him with her right hand as she said, "So, when was the last time you had sex?"

He thought for a moment, "My accident was five years ago, so not since then."

"What about before that?"

"Before that, I fucked a whore in Africa, my men had come under attack from the Rebel Alliance troopes. We had a four hour fire fight before our tornadoes got there to strafe their line with fifty millimetre rockets, my men and I rushed them while they were in disarray from the air attack, we killed every last one of them and I was so turned on that I went straight to the nearest whore house and bought the youngest whore they had for twenty-four hours..."

"So killing people really turned you on then?"

"I'm not proud of it, but...that's just the way it turned out, if you look into the true history of war, men always screw women after a battle, that's why there is so much rape in every war, as far back in history as records go, the whores follow the battle, but there are never enough of them so you just take any woman from the enemy's side and do whatever you want to do to them, it's even better if it's against their will and they put up a fight."

Sarah changed her position and stood up on the foot rest, then she stepped forward a pace so that her left foot was at the side of his right hip and her right foot between his left hip and the arm of the chair. She reached between her legs and pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side...he looked very nervous that she was about to hurt him by trying to sit on his lap...or rather on his cock, but she didn't, she keened in and rubbed her bra covered breasts in his face as she pressed down on the back of his seat, just above his head. He couldn't see what she was doing because her tits were in his face, but if he had been able to see her, he would have noticed her carefully lift her left foot and slip her leg over the outside arm of the chair and then she repeated the process with her right leg. She was straining to hold her body at that height above his body but once her knees were properly bent over the padded arms of the chair, she lowered herself, moving her left arm and wrapping it around his neck, her right hand went down to his cock, lifting it away from his belly and aiming it at her cunt and as she kissed him on the lips, she lowered her pussy down onto his cock.

Sarah had to be very careful, she knew if her bodyweight went down onto his lap it would hurt him so she had to manage her body precisely, just lowering herself down for enough so that he felt her and got a little pleasure from her inner friction and not climbing up so high that she would leave his shaft and need to re-target him. After a few minutes of that motion, Sarah realised that he was getting pleasure from her body but she also realised that it would take her longer than she had to actually get him off...then she added inner muscular contraction to her fucking and got him to his orgasm just five minutes later.

Sarah got him off but didn't get any pleasure from the act herself, she just stepped off of the seat and walked to a shelving rack where Mr Bennet kept his janitorial supplies, she picked up a box of sanitary pads that was destined for the dispensing machine in the various female toilets around the school and asked if she could have one to mop up his semen.

His reply took her by surprise, "You can, but I thought that you might just like me to help get you off first!"

Sarah didn't have a lot of experience with different men but one thing that she did know was that once a man had his climax, nature would take over and the man would seriously lose interest, so she tried to get her pleasure first.

It took him a while to get up off his chair and he limped over to a box on the top shelf of his shelving unit, on one side of the box was a box of urinal tablets for the male toilets and on the other side, bottles of bleach, as he struggled to reach the box he said, "You'd be surprised what I find in the toilets after night school classes, one of the teachers fucks a woman from another class in the toilets after her lesson, he always waits until after I've cleaned the toilets though so he knows that I won't be walking in on them while they're at it."

He placed the box on a table and opened the flaps, there were eight opened boxes of condoms, he picked one box up and tumbled it through his fingers, "I would have put one of these on if I'd thought that you stood a single chance of fucking me to my orgasm but I didn't think it would be possible to ever climax in a woman's cunt ever again...are we in a safe part of your period or should I worry that I've knocked you up?"

Sarah shook her head and turned her left forearm towards him, "When I was eleven years old my boyfriend was fucking me one day and he was doing me so hard that he started my period, my first ever period and that was my last one too..."

Sarah explained that her boyfriend didn't like the fact that from then on, he'd only get sex three weeks in four because of all the mess during her period and that the very next day, he'd taken her to a doctor in Kettering, he used his fifteen year old daughter's name and National Insurance details, but his caravan's address to get on the doctor's list. He to registered Sarah as Mary, he had coached her in what to say to the doctor and how to act so that she'd get birth control implants to cure painful period issues so from that day on, Sarah had two doctors, one in Wellingborough and one in Kettering and every three months after that, Sarah had visited the Kettering doctor, even though she hated going, so that she could get the next implant.

As Sarah explained about her birth control and how she, a twelve year old girl, managed to get on implants without her parents knowing, she was watching Mr Bennet rummaging through the box, there were several pairs of stained knickers in the box and then he found what he was looking for, as he pulled it out of the box, it was obscured by sexy underwear, "This is made out of some kind of heavy plastic but I can't find out how the batteries fit in it."

Sarah watched as the twelve inch long dildo emerged from hiding, it had a bulbous head, not quite anatomically correct, like most sex toys would be, it was actually larger than life sized compared to the thickness of the shaft. It was jet black and ribbed, (For her pleasure), the length of the shaft was sculptured, it looked like a series of rings along the length of the shaft of the toy, almost like a hand grip, but for ten inches, rather than just the four inches that would actually be necessary for a hand grip.

Sarah took the dildo and felt the weight of it, "This isn't made of plastic, I saw Mr Patterson, the woodwork teacher, making this last week on his lathe, it's made of ebony and has been varnished since I saw it last week!"

The elderly caretaker smiled at Sarah..."I was trying not to mention the teacher's name...as you know who made this, you obviously know who used it but fortunately not who he used it on!"

Sarah handed the dildo back to him and said, "The woman could actually be my mother, she was on her period last week and she was here the day after I saw Mr Patterson making this, for her night school class, probably Philosophy or Sociology...she's taking both at night school to get her out of the house two nights a week..." Sarah dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a pair of knickers, the crotch had been ripped out in some violent sex game, "...my mother has a pair of these in this size but I haven't seen them lately!"

"What colour is your mother's hair Sarah?"

"Bright ginger."

Mr Bennet grinned at her answer so Sarah asked, "So is the woman that Mr Patterson takes into the men's toilet after class a ginger?"

Mr Bennet just raised his eyebrows and smiled a little more...he gestured with his head towards her pussy where she had been using a sanitary towel to mop up his semen, "You dry enough for a little fun of your own now?"

Sarah nodded her head.

"Hop up on the table, get your legs as wide apart as you can."

Sarah wiggled her bottom until she was well on the table, her knickers were still pulled to one side, exposing her gash, the way it was when she had fucked him moments earlier. He introduced the tip of the dildo to her cunt and even though the dildo's head was twice the size of a normal man's cockhead, it slipped into Sarah's cunt with ease. He looked impressed, "Wow, I thought that you'd be tighter than that!"

Sarah giggled, "That isn't the biggest thing that's been pushed into my cunt so far!"

Sarah lay back and he started to work the fake cock in and out of her cunt, slowly and gently at first, but then faster and harder and Sarah was loving every moment of it, even when he rammed it up so hard and so far that the whole length of the ebony dildo was inside her body, Sarah looked down between her legs, her cunt lips had closed around the base of the dildo and not a single bit of black was showing. She was on the edge of her climax now as she gasped, "It's a good thing that he didn't put the candlestick base on that damned thing...it really would have been a stretch getting that up me!"

He was just retrieving the dildo when his walky-talky burbled, he muttered, "Damned..." and he left Sarah finishing herself off with the dildo as he walked back to his comfortable chair to collect his two way radio and talk to the main office.

"Sorry about this...flooded toilet by the refectory, have plunger and have to travel."

Sarah covered her pussy and dressed while Mr Bennet collected enough tools to sort out a blocked toilet. They left the boiler house together, he turned towards the kitchen area and she went in the other direction towards the playground.

Peter Wilson spotted Sarah entering the playground and made a bee-line to head her off before she reached her usual groups of friends, "I lost a pound because of you today you bitch!"

"And how did you lose that Peter?"

"I bet Gary Smith that your bra was full of Kleenex tissue and he bet me a quid that you weren't even wearing a bra, that's why I had to arrange to rip your shirt off during PE class...so, where have you been since you dashed out of the refectory as we all arrived, I thought that you'd be running home to cry to your mummy about us boys being rough with you!"

"No, I just needed to do something before class this afternoon!"

Peter was using his body to move Sarah away from the main playground, kind of herding her into a secluded corner as they talked and once he thought that he was out of sight, he said, "I didn't get a grab of your tits when I tore your 'T-shirt' off earlier, but Alan did and he said that your tits felt great, really firm and heavy...mind you, they're even bigger than most of the year nine girls that moved from here to High School this time last year so they're two years older than you."

Just as Peter was making a grab for Sarah's right breast a shrill voice from behind them stopped him mid move, "Peter Wilson...what are you doing?"

"Nothing Miss!" Peter's head retracted into his shoulders until it looked like he had no neck at all as he turned to face the PE teacher.

"And Sarah Clarke...where have you been, I've been looking for you all lunch time...I reported your little accident to the principal, she told me to get replacements from our stock so that your mother doesn't complain to the school about the cost of replacement...now come along with me to the store room!"

The PE shirt was a special, it could only be bought from a few school outfitters in the town and as such, it cost at least treble the money that a shirt of similar quality would be and ten time the cost of a cheap supermarket 'T-shirt', but they wouldn't last five minutes in the rough and tumble of sports and PE lessons.

"What are you going to tell your mother?"

Sarah looked at the PE teacher's face, she looked worried, "Well, I was going to tell her that I was larking about during a game of murder ball but if I get a new shirt and gym knickers...I won't have to tell my mother anything at all!"

The teacher relaxed a little at that.

"Sarah, I couldn't help but notice that you weren't wearing a bra under your shirt during PE class!"

"No miss, I don't like wearing a bra during PE, I get too sweaty under my breasts when I run about and then I get sores because I can't dry myself until after the lesson."

Sarah was taken to a store room behind the main office, it looked like a clothing warehouse, nothing was ever mentioned about the store but it was there for those students whose parents were too poor to buy the expensive uniform, they all got free meals at school as well. The money for the clothes was provided by the government because they didn't want parents turning down an offer of a place because the cost of uniforms was so high so it was all done under the counter so that no one ever knew who had the free clothes and free meals.

"Would you like to try the 'T-shirt' on Sarah?"

Sarah looked around the small store room, they were all alone in there with the door shut, not that Sarah was the least bit shy, she had fucked her boyfriend in some very public places...the door being open or closed made no difference to her, but still...there were three and a half billion men in the world still to try before she took the Sapphic route , "I'd better not miss...if anyone walked in while I had my blouse off in here...they may just get the wrong idea..." Sarah had never seen anything going on between her PE teacher and any of the female students but there were hints and rumours aplenty about her sexual proclivities. "...I'll take this one Miss, the label says it is my size!"

Sarah spent a boring afternoon in three single period lessons, the mandatory daily English lesson, the similarly mandatory Maths lesson and a far from mandatory Humanities lesson and of the three lessons, the Humanities was the most enjoyable.

Sarah caught the school bus home for the first time in months and once there she popped into her mother's office to ask her if she'd like a coffee or a cup of tea, Victoria, Sarah's mother, worked from home...she worked online, troubleshooting accounting problems for several large companies and that work kept her at her desk for most of the day, usually six days a week. She seldom thought about meals or drinking once she started working until the day's work was done. Sarah noticed something new on her mother's desk, it looked like a foot long black plastic candlestick with a tapered red candle in it.

Sarah picked the candlestick up and fondled the ribbed surface of the stick, "Is this new mum, I can't remember seeing it before."

Victoria took an age to tear herself away from her computer screen, she was hunting down a database error that was causing a tenfold discrepancy in the expected result, she was hunting for a table that was queried in the sum that held just ten items that was causing the error. Vicky looked over, "Yes it is, I got it last week."

"Don't things like this usually travel in pairs?"

"Yes...there were two but the other one was damaged, I'm waiting for a replacement from the...erm...shop!"

Sarah smiled at her mother, "Do you know Alan Patterson the woodwork teacher at night school mum?"

Sarah spotted her mother fighting back a smile and Sarah had to smile as her mother said, "I think the woodwork teacher's name is Tom Patterson darling, not Alan."

Sarah shook off her own smile to try and hold a serious countenance and she nodded her head as if she had just realised something, "Oh that's right mum, Alan is the metalwork teacher...well, Tom Patterson was making something that looked like that candlestick out of burnt wood last week before his woodwork class started."

Victoria looked a little shocked, "You don't take woodwork do you darling?"

Sarah couldn't hold her smile off any longer, "No, I needed a square of plywood for my art project, girls don't take woodwork or metalwork, they don't trust us with sharp implements in case were suffering from PMS during a lesson."

Victoria lost interest in her daughter and returned to her computer screen and the tens of thousands of lines of code on her screen, trying to hunt down the programming error that was screwing with the companies profit or loss account.

Sarah walked into the living room and spotted her father walking down the drive, he was home at least two hours earlier than usual, he had a jaunty walk, his brief case swinging at his side, she would definitely call his walk a happy one, very light footed for such a big man, unlike his usual gait, the slow, flatfooted, stomp that he usually employed on his walk home from work...usually if you saw John Clarke walking home after work, you'd be forgiven for thinking that he'd walked all the way from his office in London.

Sarah met her father at the front door, opening it for him so that he didn't have to hunt for his keys, "Have you been playing hooky from work today daddy dear?"

No darling, I had a meeting at Luton Airport that finished early, it was too late to go back to my office so I came straight home."

John put his briefcase on the bottom tread of the stairs, Sarah thought, 'That means he found a new magazine on the train!" Her father usually placed his briefcase on the hall stand, where, at that very moment, he was hanging his lightweight mackintosh, Sarah knew that if her father had a new dirty book in his briefcase, he would take it up to the bathroom with him and bring it back down after he'd had his shower and changed into comfortable clothes.

John turned from hanging his coat up and said, "Still in your school uniform darling...you really should change into your casual clothes so that you don't mess up your uniform."

Sarah grimaced at him, "I've only just got home from school, I was going to make mum a cup of coffee before I changed."

"You should still get changed first, you never know what could happen in the kitchen to mess your clothes up."

Sarah ignored her father, she went into the kitchen and put the coffee machine on for her mother's drink and then she had an idea, the machine would take thirty minutes to fill the jug, it was a six mug machine so no small amount of coffee, it also had a steam milk frother built in at the side to make expert looking coffee. Sarah watched the first drip of coffee fall into the jug on the hot plate, that confirmed that she had filled the machine properly and had put everything together in the right place and then she ran for the stairs.

Sarah could see the bathroom door from the top step of the stairs, she saw the little red flag above the lock, someone was in the bathroom. Sarah didn't go to the bathroom door, she couldn't be sure who was in there, she could hear her mother down in her office at the bottom of the stairs so if it wasn't her father in the bathroom, it had to be her sister. Sarah turned her back on the bathroom and walked to her sisters bedroom, she opened the door without knocking and walked in on her younger sister, she was face down on her bed, her pillow between her legs and she was gently humping down on the pillow as she read one of her father's books.

Sarah recognised the book, it was the last one her father had glued the pictures of naked women together in, the only pages that still worked properly were the story pages, they were never stuck together...their father was obviously a visual person, fortunately, both Dawn and Sarah were intellectual girls, they could get turned on by the written word and didn't need pictures to help them to get off...it was one of those 'Jack Sprat' kind of thing! But instead of fat and lean meat as in the Sprat family, it was pornography and instead of Jack and his wife, it was John and his daughters.

Dawn almost jumped out of her skin at the door suddenly opening, Dawn exploded, "Hey cow...knock the door before you open it!"

Sarah laughed at her sister and said, "Where's the fun in that."

Already seen Quarryman Part 2, click here to read Part 1 and here to read Part 3 and here to read Part 4 and here to read Part 5 and here to read Part 6 and here to read Part 7 and here to read Part 8 and here to read Part 9

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