Lunch Hour

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Lunch Hour 1 (Mg, pedo, pros, anal)

by Gander Sauce

I checked the name of the road as I turned into it. Yes, this was the one. Now I had to look for green and white school uniforms. Up ahead on the left, a girl was walking away from me wearing a green blazer, green pleated skirt and white ankle socks. Not very tall, with long cascading brown hair. The skirt was hitched higher than necessary, giving a good view of her nice white legs up to mid-thigh; so many schoolgirls have skinny stick-like legs but these were well filled- out.

I pulled my car alongside her and slowed to walking pace, close to the kerb. I saw that she was eating a potion of chips wrapped in paper. The blazer was hanging open at the front, so although I could see the girl's white blouse, I couldn't see the size of her tits.

I would down my passenger door window.

"Are you interested in some business?" I called across.

The girl turned and walked towards my passenger door so I stopped the car. She leaned on the door with her arms folded in front of her, so I still couldn't see the size of her tits. She had an angelic face with a clear complexion but no make-up.

"Could be. Have to be quick though because it's my lunch hour."

"How much for anal?" I asked her.

She thought for a couple of seconds: "Twenty?"

I nearly gasped with shock. I wasn't expecting it that cheap. I managed curb my surprise to reply in a deadpan voice: "Okay."

"Money up front," she demanded.

I took out my wallet and peeled out a twenty, being careful not to disclose the size of my wad in case she revised her fee upwards. I handed the note to the girl, who stuffed it into a pocket inside her blazer. She opened my passenger door and jumped in. She continued eating her chips, not offering me one.

"Bit cramped in here, isn't it. Let's go to the rec. Carry on up this road."

I pulled away from the kerb. After 100 yards, the girl directed my down a side-turning, a narrow track only wide enough for one car. I hoped we wouldn't meet another car coming the other way, but after a short distance the track opened out into an empty shingle car park adjacent to a playing field. The playing field was deserted, not even a dog walker. I got the impression the girl didn't care.

"Come on then," said the girl.

She got out of the car and leaned over the bonnet, resting on her elbows and continuing to eat her chips. I got out too and walked round behind her. I flipped her skirt up over her hips, revealing thick white cotton panties up to her waist. Not what I expected. I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband on either side of her waist and yanked her panties down to her feet in one movement. The girl made no effort to step out of them.

I unzipped my fly and fished out my cock, reaching full hardness as I absorbed the sight of the girl's pert boyish white buttocks. I prised apart the fleshy orbs and stabbed my cock at the small brown puckered portal in the middle.

"Ouch! Haven't you got any oil?" the girl asked in a disgusted tone.

"No."

The girl sighed. She pulled a piece of greaseproof paper from underneath her chips, which she allowed to tumble into the white paper wrapper underneath. She turned to me and wrapped the greaseproof paper round my cock, rubbing it up and down to coat me with the chip fat residue.

"Nice cock," she admitted grudgingly.

"Thanks," I replied, but she turned back to the car and her chips.

I aimed again, and this time the girl relaxed her sphincter and let me in. She was very hot and tight and sticky inside, but I didn't encounter any obstruction so I slowly forced my cock in all the way, until my belly and balls were squished against her buttocks. She was too tight for proper fucking but grasping her hips firmly with both hands to hold her in place, I could pull out an inch or so then thrust back in. Each time I thrust, the girl gave a grunt as her body jolted, but still she kept devouring the chips.

My cock felt like a baseball bat inside the girl's small body, and with the heat and pressure I wasn't going to last long. I felt the urge growing inside me and accelerated my thrusting. Suddenly I felt my groin tighten and my cock throbbed, spurting my semen deep into the girl's insides. Throb followed throb, one of my strongest ejaculations for ages, until my balls were empty and aching.

I collapsed, panting, against the girl. With one hand I felt underneath her to seek out her pussy, with the other I felt in front for her tits.

"Oi, you haven't paid for that," the girl remonstrated.

Admonished, I snatched my hands away, but not before briefly encountering the girl's hairless pussy lips. However I hadn't felt her tits during my quick fumble. I grasped the girl's hips again and held her steady while I pulled my cock out; the tightness of her sphincter had trapped the blood inside so my cock was still erect despite the ejaculation. As I pulled my cock out, I saw that it had a liberal coating of faeces and sperm. Fortunately I had some tissues in the car glove box. As I wiped myself clean I thought to offer some to the girl, but having finished her chips she wiped herself on the wrapping paper and threw it into a litter bin. She hoicked up her panties and pulled her skirt down, so it was now a demure couple of inches above the knee.

"Shit, I'm late," the girl exclaimed after glancing at her watch. "Can you give me a lift back to school?"

Following the girl's directions I drove her back to school. It wasn't far, about a quarter of a mile. She burst out of the passenger door, and turned to me for a second: "Thanks mister, I'm there most days when it's fine." Then she slammed the car door shut ran through the school entrance.

As she disappeared, I noticed the large sign to the side: 'St Mary's Church of England School', and underneath in smaller letters: 'For girls aged 4-11'.


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