with one hand while with the other he pointed to a bed behind her. The girl seemed to understand only slowly in her half stoned state. And then it dawned on her that she was supposed to be nude. With a smile of comprehension, and a little flick of her head, she grasped the hem of the tartan school uniform she wore and slowly pulled it upwards.
Watching, Mitch Bryant sucked in his breath, then let it out with a long, low whistle as the girl's slim, tapering legs were fully exposed, and then her tight, well-rounded thighs. At the sight of her voluptuous torso, even Bill Lowell emitted a little groan of pleasure. She's luscious, he thought but so is the reverend's wife and it's not going to be long before I have her squirming under my cock!
Now Marilee reached behind her back, to quickly unhook the restraining band of her bra. It fell to the carpeted floor at her feet, and her firm ripe breasts were revealed to the watching men, the turgid nipples standing out on the two snowy-white mounds. She turned now, bending over slowly, and began to draw the thin wisp of her sheer nylon panties down over her curved hips and buttocks. They slid sensuously down over her smooth thighs, over her full, firm calves to her feet and she stepped out of them, pushing them aside with a quick little kick.
The youngster turned towards Dave again, her lust-inciting nakedness completely exposed from the smooth half-spheres of her high, proud breasts to the soft dark patch of sparsely curling pubic hair nestling between her tightly closed thighs.
She hesitated just a second, and then, at a command from him, moved towards the older man. His massive hands slipped around her waist, and he drew her tight against him, and then he slid his hands down to encompass the full rounded flesh of her buttocks. He began to massage them, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh, drawing his fingers along the satin-smooth skin until tiny red welts appeared. The intensity made the girl wince, then draw closer to him in her effort to escape, pressing her pelvis tighter against the rising bulge beneath his pants, now lurching and jerking visibly.
Dave flicked a finger out to find the narrow crevice between the child's ass cheeks, to insinuate it along the slit, while his thumbs pulled the twin half moons apart, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her anus to the leering watchers on the other side of the mirror. The cool air wafted across the tiny opening, teasing and tantalizing it, and now the girl began to grind her hips against Dave's throbbing cock as the pleasure of his stroking fingers overcame the discomfort. The older man lewdly spread apart the young girl's defenseless asscheeks, exposing the tiny puckered hole of her anus to the crowd of excitedly gasping men!
If the reverend could just see this little innocent now, the dean thought, as he watched Dave. His fingers coursed again over the silky smooth softness of the youngster's flesh, then still holding her buttocks firmly with one hand, he slid the other the length of her body almost to the shoulders, so that the plump, rounded spheres of her breasts were crushed against his chest, the taut little nipples biting into his chest like hard little bullets.
Across in the conference room, the voyeuristic members of the School Board chortled gleefully, their eyes fastened on the obscene spectacle of the young girl being lewdly deflowered by their lecherous old cohort.
'Christ,' Mitch moaned. 'She can't be more'n sixteen can she… must be tight as a pipe.'
'Fourteen,' Lowell corrected and Mitch began stroking himself at the thought of what he was going to do to the child forty years his junior!
'Look at her tits… shit, why doesn't Dave start sucking!'
The men stopped talking and stared in silence as Dave's huge hand cupped the full rounded ripeness of Marilee's right breast, squeezing it until the girl's mouth opened with an evident, obvious gasp. Someone had found the other button now and suddenly the voyeurs had sound too!
The child's moans of pleasure/pain came to them clearly as Dave, still not satisfied, commenced to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it tightly between them. Suddenly, he thrust his head forward and his tongue shot out, swirling around the taut little bud, licking it lasciviously before his mouth closed over it. He sucked on the quivering bud as if it were some sweet little bon bon of which he could never get his fill, while his hand reached out to the nipple of her other breast, to tweak and twist it, too, into a throbbing erection.
Abruptly, he lifted his head, tossed it backwards, and then with an equally brusque movement, threw it forward again, to fasten his mouth harshly on her warm, moist lips. His flicking tongue pressed cruelly against them, forcing them open, slipping between her clenched teeth, to seek shelter in the deep cavern of her mouth, slithering in almost to her throat. Marilee, gasping for breath now, began to struggle against the older man, fighting for some fresh air.
She broke free at last, gulping for oxygen, her voluptuous young body trembling visibly. Hudson ran his hands down the sides of her naked body, then up again, rounding them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment, and on to her slim waist. She stood still, trembling again, her eyes wide and round, like those of a young fawn, not quite sure, not quite confident, unable to decide whether this was a friend or a hunter.
Before she could come to a decision, she felt herself lifting off the floor. She was scooped up in Hudson's powerful arms, cradled there a moment like an infant. And then, with two huge strides, he crossed the room, and placed her on the bed. Again her eyes opened wide in partial bewilderment, while Dave stared down at the luscious form laid out before him. What he wanted to do was to fuck this kid so that she would never forget.
He continued staring down at her, feeling the churning in his loins, the ache that spread through his now rigid penis, the fire beginning to burn in his tender, lust-bloated balls. Jesus Christ, these little schoolgirls nearly drove him out of his mind. When he saw all those little girls over at Craven with their little tartan uniforms he nearly flipped his cookies. He had to restrain himself from jumping on them in the schoolyard!
'Spread your legs!' he grunted at her suddenly, and she looked up at him, uncertain, the eyes wide again and soft as velvet. 'Open your legs!' he repeated, his voice harsh with lust.
Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbing her thighs, opening them wide until the fleshy coral lips of her vagina were exposed to his lustful gaze. He dropped to the bed beside her and his hand slipped up and down the soft smooth flesh of her inner thigh, brushing to the peak, to touch with tantalizing lightness her soft, delicate young pussy. Marilee's eyelids fluttered gently over her big brown eyes and she lay back, her lovely child's body aching with pleasure, as she began to emit little gurgling sounds that indicated her arousal.
'Shit! Can you hear her!' Lowell mumbled to still another old codger who had joined the group watching the school girl as she submitted without protest to Hudson's ministrations. 'She's a cherry and that's for sure.' He beamed in satisfaction at the lewd spectacle, then turned back to watch; Dave's thick middle finger was tracing the thin furrowed line of Marilee's naked cunt, and then he slowly insinuated it deeper and deeper inside her moist vaginal lips while she squirmed beneath him, moaning quietly.
She began to grind her buttocks down into the mattress, while his finger teased the moist sensitive slit of her pussy, gently probing it, parting the soft pubic hair that covered her little mound. It played for a moment there, then searched out and found the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, massaged it gently until it seemed to spring to quivering life of its own. She moaned again, and then the moans turned to soft, half-hushed whimpers as Dave's hand curled under her pinkly glistening pussy to part the fleshy cunt-lips. His middle finger traced the narrow hair- lined slit once more, then found the moist little hole hidden within.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he shoved his middle finger deep between the throbbing pink pussy flesh, skewering it deep into the narrow cuntal passage. She jerked as he rotated it around inside, teasing the wet, sensitive walls, then gasped out a little moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering of her young, newly ripened body.
In the conference room where once the august members of the School Board had sat discussing problems of the district, the same members sat watching the lewd tableau behind the two-way mirror. Suddenly, the dean grew impatient. 'Why doesn't Dave ram it to her? Shit, that little kid in there is dying for it!'
Harlan Dryer who had once been on the faculty of Billings college down the road from Craven Girls School spun around to stare at Dean Lowell. 'Shit, if he isn't ready to fuck her,' he advised, his hand indicating the bulge in the front of his pants, 'then I will!' He began to unbuckle his belt, letting it hang open, then quickly unzipped his fly. He had started to pull his pants off when Matt Connors put his hand on his shoulder.
'Wait on,' he said. 'Get a load of that.'
All the men that were voyeuristically observing the proceedings turned to stare into the other room again, and now they saw that Hudson had stood up and was struggling out of his clothes. The metallic rasp of his zipper signaled release of his cock and there was a rustling sound as his shirt and then his suit pants fell to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. His thick, hard penis sprang out, jutting from the coarse gray hair of his loins and his
