Lilly Clarke at High School Ch. 02

Hi again readers. Here's another in the continuing saga of Lilly and Mary when they were girls at school. If you like it please vote for it. I'm keen to write more. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults.

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MR HAMBLEY AND MR HOBSON

The caretakers shed was at the bottom of the oval behind the bleachers. It was away from the rest of the school and was definitely 'off limits' to all students at 'all times'.

Trying our best to look innocent, Mary and I wandered through the lunchtime crowd like we were just out stretching our legs, all the while making our way toward the bottom of the school. Arm in arm (which is how girls walked together back then) we strolled past the girls eating lunch under the trees, down past the netball hoops and onto the oval where the hockey team was setting up for practice. There was a flurry a 'hellos' that Mary and I pretended we didn't hear. There was no time to waste.

We were both terribly excited. Mr. Hambley had directed us to be there, like detention... like we'd be naughty girls and needed to be punished...

Trying to look inconspicuous, we ran-walked as quickly as we could around the boundary line.

"Are you ready for Mr. Hambley's big cock Mimi?" I asked breathlessly as we hurried along. ".. that great big lovely cock... I sure am..."

"...throbbing and pulsing hard," she gasped. "His lovely big prick fucking me... oh god yes Lil... pumping in me..."

"My pussy is wet," I confessed breathlessly. "I can feel it squelching as I walk...

"Me too Lil," gasped Mary. "It's aching for him... I need it so bad..."

Ben Hambley was our English teacher. He was a tall slim man with a handlebar mustache that waved when he smiled. Just the thought of his big strong body on top of me, his big hard dick fucking me, my legs spread wide and my arms around his neck, smelling that dusty tobacco man smell...

The last four days at camp had been a delicious sexy blur. He had shown Mary and me so many nice things...

With our young cunts dripping wet and busting with anticipation we were unable to contain ourselves. We broke into a run and, giggling like schoolgirls do, we dashed towards the tall wire gate near the stands.

If we were going to get caught it would be now but nobody challenged us.

The gate was unlocked and the padlock was hanging loose, just like Mr. Hambley had said it would be.

We checked quickly that nobody was looking our way and then, with big silly grins plastered on our faces, we slipped through. I closed it quickly behind and we scuttled down the cement path behind the bleachers to the little shed that had been built underneath.

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THE CUSTODIAN

The caretaker's office wasn't much to look at. It was just an old prefabricated workers shed left over after they built the stands. It sat, cool in the shadows, under the descending timber benches above. After the hustle and bustle of the school, it was quiet and still.

Mary, flushed and wide-eyed, was looking at me to take the lead so taking a deep breath I stepped up to the steel door and knocked.

It was opened by the school caretaker, his ugly frog face splitting into a wide grin when he saw us.

"Hello girls," he said eagerly, rubbing his hands together with glee.

He really was a nasty looking guy. I think I remember pissing myself a little. Mary did yell. A little high pitched yelp and grabbing my arm trying to hide behind me. We had both been too excited to even consider that janitor would be there...

There were a bunch of rumors about him. Some say he used to be a merchant banker or a stockbroker but has lost all his money, others say he'd been in jail for killing his wife and her lover... none of us kids knew what the truth was. All we knew for sure is that he'd been part of the school forever.

He was short for a grown man, not much taller than me, and he looked sleazy. The poo brown cleaners uniform he wore was immaculate but couldn't hide his weak chin and red-veined drinkers' nose. He'd combed his sparse oily black hair carefully over his balding head and his pot belly was trying to break out of the tightly buttoned shirt.

"Come in... come in... we've been expecting you," he went on in the sleaziest tone possible, "haven't we Ben?"

"Now don't be frightening our guests Reg," came Mr. Hambly's voice from inside.

The sleazy cleaning man turned in the doorway leaving just enough room for us to squeeze past him. Taking Mary's hand I bravely led her into the cool dark interior.

"You must forgive Mr. Hobson, girls," said Mr. Hambley, rising to his feet from a ratty old desk chair. "He so rarely receives visitors, especially such beautiful young women..."

We ran to our handsome protector's side and Reginald Hobson slammed the door closed behind us.

The room was pretty sparse. The whole place smelt like sweat and a fly was buzzing up in the rafters.

I saw a desk with an oscillating fan on it, clicking and clacking back and forth, vainly trying to blow the stale atmosphere away and a little black and white TV on top of a big steel double door locker... and there was a bed... a proper single bed, with pillows and a pale blue duvet. Apparently, the caretaker lived in this seedy little room.

That was all I had time for. Mr. Hambley's urgent hands were all over us. He had lifted my skirt and was groping my butt... fingers under the elastic... teasing my asshole...

I glanced at Mary snuggled under his other arm and saw by her dreamy smile and hooded eyes that he was groping her as well. There was a big erection tenting the front of his brown slacks.

"Aren't they magnificent Reg?" he said huskily. "I'm going to fuck these naughty girls so good..."

"Fuckin' gorgeous Ben," said the ugly little man lewdly, rubbing his hardon through his baggy work pants. "What a pair of delightful little sluts..."

"Mmmm, yes... and they just love fucking Reg," he continued. "I did them both every night on that school camp..."

I didn't really mind he was talking about us like we were pieces of meat. I suppose we were back then. All I could think about was cock.

"...the question is which one to screw first."

"Me... please me, Mr. Hambley," begged Mary, and falling to her knees began fumbling with his belt.

"Excuse me sir, but it's definitely my turn," I demanded.

"Mmm... ah yes... Lovely Lilly... your dead right," said the big handsome man. He bent down towards me and we were kissing.

"Oh thank you, thank you, Mr. Hambley." I gushed. "I'm gunna do you so good..."

"'Going to' Lilly," he corrected as he lifted my skirt and rubbed my cunt through my panties. "It's 'going to', not 'gunna'.

Mary dropped his long brown pants around his ankles and when she pulled his red striped boxer shorts down around his knees, his big hard cock popped out like a lollipop. She started licking the big swollen head of it and he gasped in my mouth as we kissed. His big manly fingers felt so good between my legs I found I was moaning into his mouth as well.

Soon she was avidly sucking him off and jerking the long thick shaft just like he'd taught us to. His cock was enormous but she seemed determined to get it all down her throat.

Mr. Hambley knew our lunch break wouldn't last forever.

"Are you ready?" he asked me with a big smile.

When I nodded eagerly, my wonderful teacher reefed my cottontail panties down and then whisked me up off my feet. I remember screaming with delight. I just adored him.

He held me up off the ground effortlessly, standing with his pants down in the middle of the tacky room. His hands held my bum cheeks and, with my arms already around his neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was so big and strong and I was light as a feather back then.

"Ahh yessss... my Lovely Lilly," he sighed, teasing his huge cock up under my skirt, probing against my cunt. He dropped me on it a little, drawing the head between my gaping wet pussy lips. It felt enormous...

"Oooo yes, yes, yes Mr. Hambley," I groaned. "More... all in... please..."

He sat carefully down on the office chair and, at the same time, lowered me down onto his huge erection. I screamed with pleasure as his marvelous big penis slid into my slim torso like a hot knife into butter.

"OOOOoooo yessss..."

That old chair was perfect to fuck on. It was just the right height for me to plant my feet on the ground and lift myself up and down or I could put my feet behind on the footrest while Mr. Hambley rocked back and forth. This teased my clitoris so perfectly I was soon crying with pleasure. I just wanted it to go on forever... in out, in out, in out...

I was so randy I felt myself about to cum...

"Oooooo godddd Mr. Hambleyyy... your cock is incredible... I'm gunna... I'm gonna..."

"Not yet little slut," he said grinning at me with that superior mature smirk he had. He held me firmly so I couldn't move and we sat there like that - me gasping... on the edge of orgasm.

"Be a good girl..." he gasped. "Show me those lovely big tits..."

"Yesss... sirrrr," I cried. "Anything..."

Sobbing with pleasure I bracing my feet on the floor and, with his huge hard cock filling my womb, I began to undo the buttons of my pretty white school blouse.

His handsome face was flushed and his thick black mustache twitched as I lifted my big firm boobs out over the top of my bra. For all his bravado I think he was pretty close to cumming as well. He cupped them, his big warm hands rough against my skin. I arched my back and he leaned down to nibble and suck my nipples.

It really was heavenly. I put my arms around the head of my fabulous teacher, playing with his hair as he suckled on my big firm teenage boobs.

To my left, I saw Mary with Mr. Hobson. My sweety was standing up on the bed astride the janitor's head. He was lying on his back underneath her, staring avidly up between her legs.

"Look sir," I whispered and Mr. Hambley turned to watch as well.

Reginald Hobson's pants were down around his knees and he was pounding a long thick cock that was disproportional to his size. As he looked up under Mary's pretty pleated school dress, she swished her skirt provocatively, flashing her panties and then hiding them.

"Frickin' hell..." muttered Mr. Hambley.

He started moving inside me again and we watched them like voyeurs. My beautiful love was teasing the ugly little man mercilessly, spreading herself wide, rubbing her pussy through her white cotton knickers. She was getting off too. Her face was flushed and when she caught my eye she bit her pouty bottom lip and groaned... deep and primal.

I started to gasp as Mr. Hambley's cock rocked up inside me again.

Mary took her knickers off, balancing on one foot and then the other and then dropped the damp cotton on Reginald Hobson's face. The kinky panty lover held them to his nose with his free hand, groaning ecstatically.

"Do yu like my panties do yu, mmmm?" she said, rubbing her cunt over his face. "Do yu... Mmmmm... like how dey smew?

I'd seen her like this so many times before. Mary often resorted to baby talk when she was close to cumming. This was one of those times. Her face was flushed and her legs were shaky...

"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." muttered Mr. Hobson as he pounded his huge eight-inch dick. He stared up between her legs, a look of sincere adoration on his face as Mary masturbated over him. She was so wet little drops of her juices fell onto his face in a sexy intermittent rain.

"Mmmm oh yesss..." she gasped. "Tell me how yu like it old guy... you like it don-ch?"

Reginald Hobson groaned like he was in pain and his face was twisted like he was frightened...

"AHHHGGGH," he cried, unable to form words.

When she squatted down and ground her cunt back and forth over the ugly face I lost myself. I let Mr. Hambley's cock bring me off.

I couldn't see how Mr. Hobson was breathing but he was still jerking madly, his hand a blur on his cock. The site of my darling Mimi rocking her big teenage booty over Mr. Hobson's face and Mr. Hambley's magic cock pumping into me like a pile driver was more then I could bear.

Mr. Hambley looked up at me with that secret superior grin. He loved to know he was making me cum... he knew he was doing it to me again...

My scream of ecstasy as I orgasmed set off a chain reaction...

"AAAAAA OHHHH YESSSSS... OH GOD YESSSS... FUCK ME MR HAMBLEY..."

My beautiful girlfriend cried out as well.

"Ohhhh yyyyYYYYYESSSSS!!"

Humping over Reginald's head, she squeezed her plump meaty thighs as she climaxed, completely cutting off his air supply. The old man bucked like he was having a fit, his giant cock erupted with long jets of hot white cum. It sprayed again and again over the back of Mary's school uniform like a tap.

Mr. Hambley pounded me as I orgasmed, my eyes fixed on Mary and the repulsive little man's huge dick as his cum shoot out. Waves of pleasure pummeled me and I was crying out as I bounced up and down on my teacher's cock...

"AAAAH... YESSSS... OH FUCK YESSS..."

...and then Mr. Hambley was shooting his load inside me.

The dear man was trying really hard not to but my clever cunt milked him. I hoped to wipe that superior smirk off his face and eventually, he succumbed.

"Oh, jeeezusss girl... no... I can't... oh noooo... OH... OOOH... AHHHHH YESSS... AHHHH YESSS... OHHH GODDDDD..."

He held onto me like a drowning man thrown a life preserver, burying his face between my tits as his trembling body squirted seed into me.

It all happened at the same time. Fifteen or twenty seconds of mutual orgasmic bliss... a brief moment of pure pleasure that the four of us will ever forget...

... especially Mr. Hambley. Until I could tell him I wasn't pregnant the poor man lived in fear worrying how he'd tell his wife that he'd made a teenage student pregnant!

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PHYSICAL EDUCATION

We spent lots of exciting afternoons in the caretakers shed. It was where we learned just about everything about sex. Sometimes it was just Mr. Hambley and Mr. Hobson. Other times Mr. Hambley invited a different teacher so there'd be three men who needed our attention. Even four sometimes.

But god, it was never a chore. It seemed the more Mary and me got fucked the more we wanted it. Nothing was off the table.

We learned cock-sucking techniques and drank their cum like water. We let them fuck our assholes as well as our cunts. Teachers from all departments, slapped our young butts as they fucked us... in staff rooms or storerooms or teachers lounges... I orgasmed on Principle Chambers cock when he fucked me in his office... we stripped off in the math staff-room and let the three masters jerk off on us for the promise of good marks...

And then there was Jenny Brownbill.

I love Mary's body. Her breasts and ass developed early and they've got progressively bigger and rounder as she got older. Now in her mid-sixties, her boobs and ass have grown to the proportions of a pagan fertility goddess but even when we were teenagers she was fuller and riper than any of the other girls. Her ultra feminine curves drove me crazy.

I know Mary worshiped me back. I was a tall athletic blonde with high full tits, a typical swim-ware model shape like Elle Macpherson. My amazonian body was spectacular and Mary reveled in it. Still does - even though I'm much older I'm still big and intimidating. She loves that about me.

As kids, Mary and I fancied we were quite good at bringing each other off. Our mutual lust for each other made our teen years an explosive blur of erotic passion. We spent way too much time between each other's legs. When we were together it was our main pastime.

Back then we thought our fingers and tongues, so expert at teasing and tantalizing each other, was all we'd ever need... until we met Miss Brownbill.

Jenny Brownbill was our gym teacher.

In her late forties, my parents had established that she had left her run too late to have children. My mother said she was a spinster. "She's had plenty of chances over the years but let them all get away," she'd say in that know-it-all tone she so easily adopted when talking about other people's faults. "We went to school together and she had all the boys back then... it just goes to show you Lilly... slow and steady wins the race!"

My father would say it's because of the way she dressed. "If she grew her hair she'd be quite good looking," he'd say. "She doesn't even wear lipstick."

It was true she didn't seem to spend much time on how she looked. She wore her black hair very short, in a pageboy style and never had makeup on. Her clothes were quite boyish and she wore sensible shoes, not the typical high heels the other lady teachers seemed to wear. Jenny Brownbill nearly always wore gray sweatpants and tops when she was on duty. The big baggy outfit may have been sensible for her to do her job in but it gave no clue to her curves - or lack of them.

For all her apparent problems - no husband, no children - she seemed a particularly happy woman. She always had a big smile whenever we were in her class, looking around happily at all the healthy young bodies she was ordering about.

She was domineering and bossy to all of us young girls. Big and brash and very physical, she was always pushing us to try harder, watching us go through our paces in our skimpy Phys Ed uniforms - a white monogrammed blouse and very short pleated skirt, like a tennis skirt, flashing our regulation white knickers pretty much every time we moved.

"Keep going girls," she'd yell, jogging behind us on cross-country runs. "Only a few more miles." Or, "jump higher," if we were doing high-jumps, or "five more jumping jacks," for calisthenics. Whatever it was she, pushed us without mercy imploring us to try harder... even if we were giving her everything we had. She was always watching us and directing us. Sometimes I felt like she was looking at me in particular, giving me that distant hungry gaze that I get from Mary.

One afternoon the class was playing a particularly physical game of tunnel ball. Mary stepped back suddenly and I tripped over her legs and fell heavily on my ass.

Miss Brownbill was by my side immediately.

"Have you hurt yourself Lilly?" she asked solicitously.

"Oh no ma'am," I said with a big daft grin. "I just lost my balance..."

"I accidentally tripped her ma'am," said Mary contritely.

"That is not a satisfactory excuse young lady!" she said sternly. "Lilly could have been seriously injured because of your carelessness!"

Mary and I looked at each other bewildered. Why was she so upset?

"Gym is nearly over," she announced. "I want both of you to wait in my staff room. I'll look you over then."

"There's really no need ma'am," I implored. It was the last class of the day and Mary and I were planning to go to my place to 'study'. "My bottom is absolutely fine now..."

"I am not asking you young lady," she said sharply. "Go!"

She pointed to her office and we went.

Miss Brownbill's room was a cold uninviting place. There were odd bits of sports equipment everywhere; balls and nets, rackets and shoes, and a big pile of gym mats in the corner. It also had a desk with Miss Brownbill's papers scattered on top and a thin camp bed up against the cinder-block wall for girls who hurt themselves or needed to lie down if they had their period. The floor was polished concrete and everything smelt like sweat.

We sat down on the edge of the bed and jealousy watched our classmates leaving through the open door. A few minutes later Miss Brownbill came in, closing the door behind her and pressing the button lock on the doorknob.

"Now how are you young lady?" she asked briskly as she swirled into the room.