Juicy Lucy 4 - Sex Stories

Juicy Lucy 4

... control of this group of perverts, there was nothing she could do. Suddenly there was a whoosh and a stinging pain across her bottom.

She cried out.

“That’s just a gentle sample of what awaits you young lady,” he said, “you are here for the entertainment of these fine people and anything less than full co-operation will be very painful l promise you.”

“Stand up and look at me,” one of the voices behind her said. She turned to face him, she guessed he was well over sixty years of age, grotesquely fat and appeared to be sweating. “You will call me Major,” he said, “now kneel, you know what to do, not the same as sucking a dog’s cock l know but you can show me how good a cocksucker you are.”

She saw the headmaster moving into position behind her, she didn’t want to feel that cane again. She dropped to her knees, reached up and started undoing his belt and trousers. When they fell in a heap around his ankles she was confronted with a huge pair of Union Jack boxer shorts, despite the situation Lucy almost burst out laughing. She pulled down his boxers and as he lifted his shirt she was faced with his hairy belly.

“Now suck it,” he ordered.

“I would if l could find it,” Lucy thought to herself as she looked at the way his belly flopped over where his cock should be, plus his pubic area was covered in a mass of hair.

As if he was conscious of her problem he lifted his flabby gut and thrusted his groin into her face. She was immersed in a forest of thick hair ...

... that smelled of stale urine, she desperately searched for anything that could be described as a cock, finally parting folds of fat and exposing a penis hardly bigger than her own clitoris. She clamped her lips around what felt tike a lump of gristle and tried to stimulate some life into it.

“Go on, take it deep in your throat slut,” he said pushing her face into his groin harder.

Lucy tried to get more into her mouth but there didn’t seem to be much more to be had, she did detect some increase in size but even then doubted if he had more than three inches inside her mouth.

Mercifully he pushed her away. “You need to learn how to suck cock slag,” he said, slapping her across her face. “Get on the desk and open your legs, l’ll see if your cunt is better than your mouth.”

Lucy hoped that if she complied her torment would end sooner. She got to her feet and sat on the desk, lying back and opening her legs. Miss Hughes and the headmaster appeared either side of her, each grabbing one of her legs and holding them wide apart.

The Major stepped forward and thrusted his groin at her hard. Lucy was aware of something hard nudging between her labia but hadn’t felt it enter her.

“That’s better,” he said, resting his belly on her as he humped against her, “now let’s see if you can handle a decent cock up your cunt.”

Lucy just wanted it all to end quickly so decided that if she made to right noises it would help her. She began to groan to match his thrusts, trying to push ...