Lil Goth Boy's School Stories 1: Schoolgirl Sarah
A dirty, loudmouthed bitch needs some harsh training. (MF, Teens, Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Bi References, Body
Odour, A2M, Scat)
I experienced my sexual awakenings at a very young age, encountering the guilty thrill of masturbation and unusually strong desires toward my female classmates during my primary school years. I also realise now that my desire to please, later to become key in my sexual makeup, appeared at about this time. But I remained frustrated until, at 15, a girl called Sarah treated me to my first taste of filth.
She was my exact opposite at school- taller and more loud mouthed than any of the other girls, freckled with dirty blonde hair and an almost instant reputation for sluttiness. But she seemed to be the slut that nobody wanted- she wasn't really that pretty and she was far to overbearing to be a bimbo- her endless competitions with the boys about who would be the most outspoken in class made sure of that.
I fancied every girl in my whole year at some point or other, and it was inevitable that Sarah got a turn- but when my desires focussed on her, they stayed focussed. Perhaps it was the force of her personality which did it, but I found my lust for her just grew and grew until I was fantasising constantly. She and I were sitting next to each other in class one day and she began quizzing me about sex and who I fancied. I wasn't surprised, because that was what Sarah always did- assuming (probably correctly) that I was being wound up, I answered guardedly and tried, tensely, to get on with my work. But then she began asking, slightly more quietly than normal, if I would have sex with her. I refused to answer at first, but she began stroking my thigh and I eventually said 'maybe', hoping that she would shut up and leave me alone. Make no mistake, although I desperately wanted to get inside this girl's knickers and vent the hormones of half a dozen years waiting on her delicious body, I knew that she was a menace to everyone, couldn't keep a secret to save her life and would certainly make my life hell if I ever let slip my feelings.
But it turned out I was wrong. She could keep a secret. Because when my answer did not satisfy her, she carried on stroking and her hand located the gigantic, unstoppable erection which had sprung up the moment she had sat down by me. She ran her hand over it, and I was consigning myself over to a life of ridicule and shame when she asked me again, even quieter and this time with urgency, if I would have sex with her. It was no longer 'would you ever...' or 'would you like...'.
It was: Would You Have Sex With Me? Would You Fuck Me? I NEED To Know.
My heart thundered and I felt dizzy. I nodded. "After this lesson?"
Would You Fuck Me RIGHT NOW?
"What?" I said it out loud, incredulously...people would ask me later why and I made up some story. She didn't seem to notice and looked at me intently, her sweating hand still wrapped round as much of my cock as it could through my trousers.
"At lunch- right after this lesson." I could see from her eyes she was sincere
"Yes." I said, trying to sound as definite and manly as I could "Yes I would."
With an almost reverential stroke, she took her hand away and winked at me.
She was back to normal, talking about the usual stuff and being loud and bossy.
I wish *I* could have gone back to normal. I felt as if my erection was draining the blood from every other organ...sick with nervousness and excitement, every second until the end of that lesson was an agony of sexual frustration.
When it was over, we dashed out together as fast as possible. Sarah dragged me, literally dragged me by the sleeve off the school grounds and into a nearby woods which I hadn't been to before. Her eyes darted around, looking for something-she found it. A slight hollow in the ground, far from the paths and covered by greenery, where we could do whatever we liked without being noticed. I felt a thrill of admiration when I realised that she knew what she was looking for - she had clearly done this kind of thing before. Of course, she had done many things which indicated a slutty nature, not least bending over tables in class to reveal her full, juicy backside, barely covered by a skirt that would have been short on anyone, let alone a girl of her height.
My hands were trembling as we went down the banks into the hollow, and I remember thinking 'why can't I be calm like I am in my fantasies?'. It was embarrassing at first as I scrabbled eagerly but incompetently, pulling down her cheap black tights to get at her plain knickers. But she was excited by my lust, and her breathing became panting. I could smell the powerful pheromonal stench of her sweat...I don't think she ever used deodorant and her smell was one of the things I reveled in when, like today, I was lucky enough to sit near her. She was just as eager to get my clothes off, pulling with desperation at my belt. When my cock finally sprang out, she cooed 'Oh my god...my GOD...'
I didn't really think it was that impressive, but her adoration of it as she began rubbing the shaft gave me a glow of pride. I asked what she wanted to do and she replied 'Whatever you want...whatever you want...'
Now here I should have realised that my particular love of female worship wouldn't work here- Sarah, although she loved being in control of social situations, was someone who craved being used for sex. But I didn't realise, and instead of taking the upper hand I decided to give her pleasure. I slipped her knickers down her legs and off her big clumpy shoes. I always thought about using my mouth in my fantasies, but the moment I caught a glimpse of that sweet adolescent fanny, lightly covered with blonde girl-pubes my mild preference became a full blown oral fixation which has lasted the rest of my life. I buried my mouth in her luscious feminine folds, lapping and licking for all I was worth. She enjoyed it, although as it was my first time I was a bit inexpert, but she insisted on pulling me over into a sixty-nine, guzzling my dick greedily and then eating out my arsehole, pulling my butt down so I was almost sitting on her face. This seemed to add new dimensions to her pleasure, and when I accidentally let out a fart (fearing once again that I would now face a life of shame) she got even hotter and begged me 'Oh do it...yeah...more'. I squeezed out another and soon she was yelling 'More, more!'. With a spasm of horror and unutterable lust I realised, strange as it was, that she could only mean that I should shit on her! Unable to do this, even with coaxing, for I didn't know how on earth we could clean it up, I pretended not to hear her and continued devouring her pussy. She seemed to grow bored of this and asked me to finger her. She has to persuade me a bit since I hadn't heard of fingering before, but I was so glad when I acceded...she was so slimy and hot, it blew my mind thinking about what it would be like to fuck her.
Sadly, much as I was enjoying it, I didn't seem able to hit her pleasure points. It just carried on like this- unbelievably sexy things which didn't quite work out because of my nervousness. Eventually, she asked me to go the whole way and fuck her...I tried but the cold air made her pussy tighten up and I just couldn't get anything other than a finger in. I asked if I could fuck her arse and she immediately bent over for me...with a great effort, grunting and pushing as hard as she could, she opened up her hole enough for me to stuff the head of my cock in the tight ring of her sphincter. It felt gorgeously warm and earthy and tight, but she just wasn't loose enough for full anal and eventually we grew disheartened and put our clothes back on. I felt pretty embarrassed, like I hadn't made the grade. While we were walking back, I asked her why she'd chosen me- it had been puzzling me, since there were lots of boys who were tougher, better looking and more popular than me at school. In fact, just about everyone seemed to be in that unhappy period of my life.
She told me that while everyone else talked about, I was the only one who seemed like I might actually do it. My assumption that I hadn't made the grade' was right- I had been too nervous and what was worse, too sensible. We never did anything like that again in school...she never let slip about it though, and our relations went back to normal. We didn't really talk because we were in different social circles.
She gave me my first experience. It was the first point in a long, long learning curve about sexuality- thankfully, that curve allowed me to repay Sarah for the favours gave to me...many times over.
Six years later, at 21, I had learned a lot about myself. I now knew I could please both women and men, although my dictum, of course, remains 'there's always room for improvement'. I had studied sex from books, fiction and fact, experience good and bad, pornography, hearsay, and most of all, people. I had a wealth of knowledge about the various fetishes and methods of implementing them...and I thought it was high time I returned to the girl who set me off on this journey.
I asked the receptionist of the college if Sarah was there- I had heard she was going here from a couple of old school friends, and thought this was the best place to start my enquiries. The receptionist replied that she was, and I left a little message that I would be outside the college waiting for her after this lesson, when apparently she had a free period. I was nervous as hell, but I grit my teeth and determined that I wouldn't show it. I had to be dominant. I am rather short changed in the body department, so I have to rely on personality alone, rather than my apperance, to convince people I can be dominant. My most effective weapon, I've often found, is the voice. It took me quite a while to get used to saying dirty things, although I could always think and write them easily. But when I got the confidence to dirty talk, I cultivated a evil, sinuous, viper-like drawl- a hiss which, when perfected oozed with sophistication and sadism. I recommend it...remember, anyone can shout and scream; but if you never ever lose your temper, people will know you never ever lose control. I practiced while I waited, and told myself that, if Sarah didn't come, which she might not (there were plenty of reasons why) then I wouldn't bother her again. It was a risk to give her this choice...but there was no use putting it off indefinitely. I didn't want to scare her by suddenly turning up at her house or something.
I walked outside, taking out my mobile, that wonderful time-biding device, to send some texts. I also went over my plan to awaken that submissive, slave part of Sarah which I had witnessed before. I hadn't flattered myself that she found me physically attractive all those years ago, but now I could hold myself better and I had a plan of attack.
I nearly had a heart-attack when I actually saw her coming to meet me (after bracing myself for the worst) and I didn't cover it up as well as I would have liked. I managed to say hi pretty casually though. She eyed me up, a little critically, and I did the same for her. She'd hardly changed at all- she was still the same freckled, loud, larger-than-life, rather cheap looking girl I remembered except that she now wore clothes as loud and cheap as her, rather than her school uniform. Also, wheras she had stayed the same height, I had grown, making me just a little taller than her. Perfect. We were out by the back of the college, where they put out the trash in skips, and we walked to behind one to avoid being noticed. I asked her about how she was; she answered quickly and then asked me why I was here, not bothering with the niceties.
Despite the fact that a thought flashed into my head, about how pleasant it was going to be to teach this loud mouthed bitch a lesson, I answered gracefully "You gave me something special, that time." There was no need to say what time "And I think I can finally repay you in the way you want."
"How would you know what I want?" She was nervous and it was making her irritable. I smiled.
"If I'm wrong, you'll just have to tell me. But I can give you a little taste."
She paused, clearly not knowing what might happen if she said yes. Eventually she nodded, and I came closer. Brushing her cheek, I guided her face towards mine, and kissed her. It started off very relaxed and slow...gorgeous. Kissing always makes me horny, even slow kissing. But it didn't stay slow for long. Gradually asserting my dominance, I wrapped her tight in my arms and pushed her firmly against the wall of the filthy skip.
It became violent and passionate and I forced my body against her, making her submit to my will. At the very peak, I broke off suddenly. She looked stunned and I told her: "If you want more, just come up to the gate outside our old school tonight at 8:00...the one we went through to get to those woods. And wear your uniform."
She gaped at me. She mouthed some half-formed questions but I cut her off before she could speak
"If you're scared, bring a pepperspray or an attack alarm. But wear your uniform and be there at 8:00."
She managed to utter, disdainfully "And if I don't?"
I shrugged and smiled
"You don't have to, of course. It's your choice. If you decide not to, I'll still have a nice walk."
Then I turned away to let her ponder this.
Although I would have loved to see the look on her face, I did not pay her one more glance as I left. I knew it would complete the image I wanted to put across- I had decided to do her a favour, and she could take it or leave it.
Little did she know that there were no lengths I would not go to to have her again...and do all the things I wished I could have done the first time.
I couldn't help being a little proud of my skilled manipulation- although it was very underhand, thinking back to our school days it seemed that Sarah needed a little punishment. She would have to sacrifice pride to come tonight...but I was counting on curiosity and lust to get the better of her.
The summer evening was full of the syrupy intoxicating scent of blooming plants when I stepped out that evening. It would have made me sleepy or worse, feverish- but I had taken caffiene pills and antihistamines before coming out, just in case.
It was warm but not hot as evening was drawing in...by the time Sarah and I had walked to the woods, it would be dark enough to obscure us, but light enough that we would be able to see each other. I lounged on the gate, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while I waited for her. When I finally saw her approaching, I looked the other way so she had to draw my attention. It was agonisingly tense, but I knew I had to keep on asserting my position. She eventually "hey'd" at me and I turned round. I looked her up and down, and couldn't help grinning with hungry satisfaction.
As I requested, she was wearing her old uniform- it still fitted. Same clumpy back shoes, same cheap tights, same ridiculously short skirt, same shirt with buttons missing, revealing glimpses of her flesh...and the same face, layered with heavy makeup. She was even, I was delighted to see, wearing pink lip gloss.
This was going to be fun.
"You're looking great." I said, extending my hand to take hers "A perfect school girl. Shall we?"
She didn't reply but took my hand, and we dived into the forest. I had found a place better even than the hollow we had shared all those years ago- a thick rhodedendron bush, impentrable to the eye but with a den hidden inside its arching branches.
She seemed quite impressed with this find, and confident in its ability to sheild us...we immediately started kissing, and I slid my eager hand up her skirt to squeeze her tight-clad arse cheeks. I also played with her hair, running my fingers through the soft, dirty blonde strands. I did not do too much however...I didn't want to come on like an inpatient teenager again.
When we stopped kissing I stared hard into her eyes. She was smiling and gleeful- I think I'd finally convinced her that she'd made the right choice.
"Mmmmmm." She licked her lips "So...how else are you planning to repay me?"
I smiled evilly
"By giving you what no one else is giving you."
I had been guessing that she didn't have a boyfriend, and now I was proved right.
"What makes you think I don't.." She began, angrily.
"Because guys get scared of you." I interrupted her, but without raising my voice "You're so loud and agressive that they don't want you. But I want you. And I know how to tame you."
She half turned, but I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look me in the eye. "What's more." I told her "I know you want to be tamed. So if we're going to do this, I want you to tell me what you are."
She didn't know what I meant. Of course she didn't. As appointed dom, I had to lead her.
So until I spoke again she gaped.
"You're trash." I said, simply "Worthless, slutty trash. Why do you think I wanted to meet you round the back of the college? That's where you belong. With trash. You don't even deserve fucking." It was harsh, but as I watched she bit her lip with pleasure.
"What are you?" I forced the issue
"I...I'm a worthless piece of trash." She repeated "I don't deserve fucking."
"But I'm going to take pity on you."
I stroked her blonde hair and kissed her again, then gently bent her over so I could access her fanny. Pulling down her tights
and knickers so they were around her knees, I lifted up her tarty skirt and glorified in the perfect view of her pussy, so long denied me. I began by eating her, softly kissing and licking around her lips. Then when she was wet I pushed my fingers into her. I heard her grunt as I massaged the leathery spot just inside her hole which I had learnt from varios books was called 'the g-spot'. I couldn't carry on this foreplay for too long though, and soon I pulled off all my own clothes, which were neither sexy nor practical, and prepared to fuck her.
"Do you have a condom, slut?" I asked; she shook her head and mumbled a reply.
"Neither do I. I usually wouldn't fuck filth like you without one, but I suppose its the only way you like it...besides, your cunny looks too appealing to refuse. Just remember to take a pill in the morning." She mumbled again, which I took to be a yes, and arched her back so her sweet hole was even easier to get into. She wasn't even on all fours any more- she was bent right down with her face on the ground. Down in the dirt, I thought- just the place for her. With my heart beating so loud I could hear it, I slid my eager cock into her hungry pussy. It was bliss. The hot, wet tightness of her twat all around me made me dizzy with pleasure. I started thrusting slowly, not wanting to end this too soon.
Fucking from behind is fantastic. Not only can you see the girl's quim, hungrily stretching each time you thrust, and her back arching away with a beautiful curve, but you get an unrivalled view of her butt. As I was fucking her I couldn't stop touching her gorgeous arseflesh- I squeezed her hard, dug my nails in and gave her rough smacks, all of which produced loud, gasping moans.
After a luxurious length of time in which I varied my strokes constantly to keep her guessing, I spoke.
"You're not a bad fuck." I told her "Not bad at all. But I'm not ready to give you my cum yet."
She moaned with frustration- I was going really slowly at the moment and I could tell she wanted nice hard strokes.
"Did you think I would be satisfied with just fucking your pussy?" I said to her, continuing in evil but sickly sweet tones "Because you were wrong. I can get a cunt like yours from any lady, but I expect cheap whores like you to take it up the arse. I suppose you haven't cleaned it, have you?"
"Nooooooooooo..." She moaned as I moved back and forth unhurriedly inside her "No, master...I haven't..."
"Stupid bitch." I snarled, digging my nails into her juicy arsecheeks again, trying to conceal how much her calling me master turned me on "I should have known that your shitter would be as dirty as the rest of you. But don't think I'll let your bimbo mistakes stop me from doing exactly what I want. I think you deserve an extra-hard arsefucking for that."
All this time I was improvising madly...I'd never done this before, but it was working...she was moaning every time I degraded her further, and her cunny quivered and spasmed when I called her slut and whore. Every sentence I uttered made the next one easier.
Pulling out of her slimy cunthole, I quickly squirted some lube onto my cock...be prepared, I thought to myself, like a good boy scout.
Then I bent down by her ear.
"Open up." I commanded
She strained, her sphincter dilating as if she were about to shit.
When it was at its widest, I pushed into her. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I grunted as I forced myself deeper and deeper. She was helping to, her rectum swallowing me up into the muscular, white-hot domain of pleasure that was her anus.
I knew how it felt to have cock inside your arse. It was like being invaded by a huge, thick unpassable turd. It felt satisfying and deliciously dirty and Sarah was loving it.
Whenever I know I'm going to be fucked by a boy or strap-on dom I always make sure I'm clean. I don't think I would have done what Sarah was now doing, willfully allowing me to penetrate an arse clogged with dung.
My sensitive head and shaft were now swimming in an extra lubricant, which could only be native to her slutty shithole.
I couldn't fuck her as violently as I wanted, but the extreme muscular tightness of her arse and the smell and feel of her waste was enough to bring me to the edge, if not over it. Through the haze of my pleasure I could hear Sarah making noises- grunting, panting, growling and yelping like a dog. She was no longer human- she had regressed into a primeval lust-driven mind-scape as her anus was violated.
I buried myself to the hilt for a long time, so that my balls were pressed up against her hot, wet twat. When I finally pulled myself out of that greedy, grasping shithole, Sarah groaned and release fat, pungent farts. I was pleased to see that not only had brown anal slime had been dripping out of her, but that my cock was covered in her greasy shit!
"Time for some arse to mouth." I told her "See what you get for not cleaning your shit-chute?" I grabbed her hair and pulled her around. Nice as it had been doing her from behind and degrading her like a dog, it was good to see her face again- especially as, on seeing my shit smeared cock, her eyes lit up with depraved lust.
"Master...master..I can't! Its so dirty!" She spoke in a pleading whisper, totally different from her normal voice.
"Are you refusing me?" I asked, yanking her up to face height "You won't even clean your own filth from your master's cock?
You ungrateful little cunt...I thought you knew what you were."
"No, no master!" She quickly pleaded "I know what I am. But all the same...it's hard."
She wants me to force her, I thought. Sick bitch...but that's what makes her such a good sub.
I looked in to her eyes...we kissed, her sinuous tongue wrapped round mine.
Then broke the kiss abruptly and forced her down onto my cock.
Her mouth was expert and greedy, slobbering over my shaft and descending up and down, sucking at the shit as if it were chocolate. Her blonde bunches bounced as she gave me the blowjob of my life and her lip gloss ran, leaving garish pink streaks on my cock. She never shrank from stuffing the whole thing in either, deep throating till I was literally fucking her gullet.
I was about to let myself cum in her deserving mouth when I remembered something from all those years ago...I quickly grabbed her off and with great effort, stopped myself from shooting my load.
I ordered her to lie down and eat my arse- but this time I didn't want to be bend over and eat her pussy. I wanted a clear view of her face- I wanted to watch every gorgeous, lustful expression that passed over it as I committed this depraved act...so I straddled her and looked down.
She enjoyed tonguing my arse every bit as much as she had before...but now I was going to give her extra. I blew her little kisses with my ring, and then began to open up slowly,so that she would have no doubt as to what I was doing.
Between her sluping and licking I could hear her... 'Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod yes, do it, do it..."
I tightened up again to tease...then pushed once more, "Yes, yes do it...shit on me, shit on ME!"
That was enough. I let go, and shat right there in her gaping maw. I found I had three big logs inside me, which were, one by one, laid over Sarah's waiting face, covering up her features with brown waste. I also dribbled a little pee into her mouth as I pushed, but she took it like a pro- then I watched her chomp huge mouthfuls of the heavy shit and gulp them down without any hint of a gag.
I decided then that fun as being a dom was, it was time to sink to the revolting level of shit-eating sub.I ripped off all her clothes, destroying the last myth of her schoolgirl persona, and I slipped into her, fucking her in the missionary position. I bent to kiss her turd-filled mouth passionately and then, using my free hand took lumps of my shit from her face and smeared them into her gorgeous breasts. I proceeded to suck on the fat, pink nipples draining their bitter, brown coat to the dregs.
While I pounded away she reached round and fingered my still-dirty anus, then presented a couple of filthy digits for me to suck. I did so eagerly and soon she was smearing my face with the disgusting paste.
I don't think it is possible for me to get as horny as I was then. With the smell of shit and sweat everywhere and the feel of her cunt, Sarah's cunt, my trained dog-slut's cunt gripping me tight, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Putting every last piece of energy I had into pounding her pussy, I splattered her innards with a fountain of sperm, then collapsed panting onto her, hugging her close.
When my head cleared and I came to a minute or two later she was whimpering softly.
My God, I thought, have I taken this all too far?
But no...she was just totally exhausted. I slipped out of her, and lay down beside her. I kissed her all over her body. It was sweaty and smelly and dirty and wonderful and erotic and delicious. I was struck suddenly by how little we really shared.
I said that at school she was my oppisite...different attitude, different interests, different freinds.
"You were fantastic", I told her.
And she was. Although I have concentrated on my part in this gorgeous scene, she was what made it work. She helped me find my dom persona with her sub one- she hadn't complained or spoiled the mood. She had thrown herself into the sex, wallowing in the depravity and filth, which gave me the courage to do it too.
"Thankyou." She said. It wasn't in her normal voice, nor her 'slut' voice. It was very quiet and sincere. "You did know what I wanted."
"I guessed." I said, truthfully "I'm glad I was right."
We lay in silence for a while longer. Eventually she turned round and we kissed for a long, long time...I could taste all that she had had in her mouth,; I delighted in it, and in her.
We went home to my place (a basement flat which I've rented since I moved out) under the cover of night and cleaned ourselves up.
Just before we dropped off to sleep, I heard her murmur "By the way...I like the Eurhythmics too...we should...listen to them together some time..."
She had seen my poster of Annie Lennox, orange haired and muscular, from the album 'Touch'. It hung in the corner of my room above my computer. It was nice to know we had something else in common.