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Following your encounter with Mary Black in the corridor and her agreement to meet with you after school, you couldn't help but smile. Everything was going so well for you. In the maths class, you were almost disappointed to see that Mrs Dougherty appeared to have recovered and was now capable of sitting down to teach. But she still looked at you very nervously, obviously wondering what trick you were going to play on her next and this only added to your happy mood. Let the bitch sweat a little, you thought to yourself as you remained the perfect student although your lack of skill in the subject and your inability to answer any serious problem correctly was always just a tad upsetting. You weren't surprised that Linda didn't show for this, the last lesson of the day and you wondered just when she was going to be released from the predicament you had left her in... and by whom.
As the home time bell rang, you left the classroom feeling Mrs D's eyes following you every step to the door but, keeping to your plan, you didn't even glance over at her once. As the rest of your class dispersed, you headed up to the second floor toilets just to check that Linda had, by this stage been released. As you entered the cubicle where you had left her, you found it empty. Resolving to give her a phone call later, you headed towards the building's exit and your meeting with Mary...
The young lesbian was waiting for you at the appointed spot with a scowl upon her face. Acting as if this were just another meeting between friends, you approached her with a smile and draped an arm around her neck. "Evening, Mary, love... how are you? Looking forward to our little encounter?"
You couldn't help but grin as you felt her shudder under both your touch and your words. Clearly, she was hating the very thought of what was going to happen to her. "You will give the pictures to me afterwards, won't you?" she asked, concern ringing in her voice.
"Of course I will," you promised glibly. "Now come with me."
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"A nice, quiet spot where we won't be disturbed," you smiled setting off and half-dragging her along with you.
"Yes, yes, but where?" Mary insisted on knowing.
Sighing, you paused for a moment. "The sports pavilion; happy now?"
"I just wanted to know," she pouted as you set off walking again, crossing the playing fields and heading towards the now deserted pavilion. Arriving at the wooden building, you assisted Mary up the short flight of stairs to the veranda and the padlocked door. "Now what?" she asked glancing at the lock.
"Easy," you replied taking your keys out of your pocket before selecting one and using it on the Chubb.
"Where did you get that?" she gasped.
Smiling, you told her that it was just a copy made from the original that you'd 'borrowed' from the key cabinet in the Headmaster's office when no-one was looking. "Now shut up and get inside before someone spots us..."
The interior of the pavilion was piled high with half forgotten sports equipment, rickety old cane furniture, some ancient lawnmowers and, most importantly as far as you were concerned, a pile of old rubber exercise mats upon which you sat down and looked up at your victim. "Relax, Mary, you'll enjoy it..."
Hearing your words, the girl visibly shuddered, much to your amusement.
"Okay, then, get your kit off," you hinted.
Putting her schoolbag down, Mary slowly unbuttoned her blazer before slipping herself out of it and hanging it up on the leg of an upturned chair. Next came her shoes, then her socks. You licked your lips in anticipation as she started to undo her blouse; you'd already seen her assets, of course, round at Mrs D's but that had been on a television monitor; seeing her naked in the flesh, ah, that was going to be a different matter indeed and your cock was already stiffening at the thought. Mary peeled the white blouse off and you gazed at her podgy body and the large, old fashioned bra that she wore. Clearly very conscious of you watching her, Mary reluctantly unzipped her pleated grey skirt and slid it down her legs before stepping out. Her panties matched the bra - off white and unfashionably enveloping. Her face going red, Mary stopped and gazed at the floor, her arms crossed over in front of her chest, self consciously, as her body rocked slightly from side to side.
"Come along, Mary," you prompted, "and the rest..."
"Please..." she pleaded as she snatched a glance at you from under her downcast brows. "I can't..."
Sighing heavily, you stood and moved behind her. Reaching forward, you unclipped her bra hooks before easing the straps off her shoulders. Reaching round under her arms, you tugged her garment free and let it flutter to the dusty floor before cupping her pendulous breasts in your hands. Pressing your body forward, you could feel her shivering in her embarrassment and disgust but you didn't care as you rolled her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers but there was no response, no stiffening of those little brown buds unlike all the other girls that you had done this to. Giving this up as a bad job, you slipped your fingers into the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down. Mary gave a little gasp, then a whimper but remained as still as a stature as she attempted to divorce her mind from what was happening to her body. But you didn't care for her enjoyment or otherwise was nothing to you. Why should you care what your partners felt as you coupled with them? All you wanted was your own pleasure. And, to be frank, Mary's very negative reaction to you, to sex with a man, was exciting you. Part of you wanted to fuck her so good that she'd see the error of her ways and 'convert' on the spot while another part of your psyche wanted her to hate every moment of the experience... and to continue to do so each and every time that you screwed her because you certainly didn't expect this to be a one off experience!
With her knickers round her knees, you put your hands on Mary's shoulders and slowly turned her to face you. Pursing your lips, you pressed them against hers but she remained as distant and unresponsive as ever. But you didn't care anyway for this kissing and clubbing and whispering sweet nothings was all a load of crap was far as your were concerned. They were to do with 'love' and 'love' was just a fancy means to an end - and that end was to dip your wick into as many females as possible. So what if Mary didn't want any of this love shit? It just made the whole process simpler, more direct and faster.
Pushing on her shoulders, you encouraged Mary to lay on one of the rubber mats and, lifting her legs, you rolled her knickers down to her ankles. By now the silly bitch had started to blubber, a few tears trickling down her cheeks. This was just too good to be true and you eagerly ripped your fly open and hauled out your prick. Mary saw your John Thomas and her eyes widened. "First time you've seen one for real?" you tormented her.
Slowly nodding her head, Mary continued to stare at your cock in horrified fascination. "It's... It's bigger than I expected," she muttered, her words inadvertently filling you with pride.
"Yes," you agreed, "it is, isn't it? Unusually so..." Kneeling beside her, your spread her legs with our hands before manoeuvring yourself into position between her thighs. She gasped as the tip of your penis brushed against her, but it wasn't in pleasure, that you knew and her continued blubbering and whimpering only served to confirm your opinion. But uncaring of how she felt, you used your hand to locate her opening and then guided yourself there. Watching her expression most carefully, you thrust forward and entered her as she squealed and her eyes widened instantly. "NO!" she gasped in denial but it was far too late for that as you pushed forward brutally and, after overcoming some slight resistance, broke through her maidenhead, thus adding a second virgin to your tally. Her whole body was now racked by sobs and her hole was tight and dry. Humping her proved to be both a mentally stimulating experience but also a physically somewhat discomforting one for without her juices lubricating her, your foreskin was being pulled and abused in a manner that you'd not experienced before. But, overall, it was an experience that you enjoyed and you wee looking forward to repeating as your quickly climaxed and shot your load into her. Laying on top of Mary's quivering body, sated and spent, your rested there for a few moments but her constant sobbing proved distracting and you pulled out of her quicker than you would have liked. Kneeling before her, you tucked your equipment back into your briefs before zipping yourself up. Looking down at Mary, you couldn't help but be amused at the expression that was stuck on her face - a mixture of self disgust and hatred for you. Chuckling aloud, you stood and, picking up your bag, headed towards the door.
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