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The worst things can happen to little girls on their way to school.

Mmmf, nc

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                    On the Way to School, Part 3
                    by InnerStrength


When we walk in, you see us. There is pure terror in your eyes, and it makes
me so hot. Your shirt is dripping, but we don't have much of a view, because
the stain you were wiping was on the lower half. We'll see what we can do
about that.

"Her shirt is all wet. Somebody should help her out of it before she gets
cold."

As somebody reaches out to you, you dodge by. I grab at your arm. I can see
the white outlines where I am squeezing you. Then you bit into my hand, you
little bitch, and run by. You shut yourself into one of the stalls.

"Get her out. She is just a little scared."

One of the boys walks over to the stall.

"Kid. Come out. We weren't done."

"L-leave me alone, please."

"What's the big deal? We don't want to hurt you?  What's your name?"

"A-Angie."

"Angie, we just want to see your pussy. We won't hurt you."

"No. Go away."

"She won't come out."

"You come guard the door, then. I'll talk to her."

Why can't they ever keep these bathrooms clean? There is a trace of ammonia,
and a faint smell of urine. My shoes stick a little to the floor as I am
walking. I think you picked the ugliest stall. It is painted dull gray. There
are different colored splotches where the janitor has painted over graffiti,
and kids have tried to scratch oh so witty sayings into the door with pens,
markers, whatever they had.

"Come out, Angie. We want to help you wash. Don't you want to get clean
again?"

"I ... I know who you are."

Shit! My voice. You recognize my voice. The last thing I need is these kids
knowing what happened in our little love nest. I'll stick with the story that
I caught you with my son.

"You remember what happened this morning?"

....

"Answer me. You remember what happened this morning?"

"Y-y-yes."

"You remember that good girls don't get hurt and get to go to school, right?"

"Y-y-yes"

"Be a good girl and come out. Good girls don't get hurt."

"I'm scared."

"If I have to break through the door, you'll get hurt.  You don't want to get
hurt, do you Angie?"

"No."

"Then come."

"Angie?"

"Angie?"

"C-can I have my skirt back?"

"Why? We just want to clean you up. We can't do that with your skirt on, and
the boys have all seen you anyway. Besides, we know what kind of girl you. You
are a nasty slut and you want us to see you."

"I am not!"

You jump off the toilet and bang on the door.

"I am not," you whisper.

I see your feet under the door, so I reach down and grab a leg.

"Ow. You banged my leg on the door."

"I told you you might get hurt if you weren't a good girl.

"You're hurting me. Let go."

"I'm pulling you out, Angie. We don't have time for this."

"St-top, please. I'll open the door."

"It's too late for that. I'm pulling you out. Get down if you don't want to
get scraped up."

You lie down on the filthy floor. I grab both legs and start pulling you
out. The boys start breathing heavier when your sloppy little pussy comes out
from the door. Your shirt is getting tugged up a bit while you are being
dragged, and your hair is trailing behind you. You are the most beautiful girl
I have ever seen.

"Now stand up."

You do, and I turn the sink on and let the water run warm. It still feels cool
on your skin as I gently wash around you thighs, with all of the boys watching
intently. I take some soap and water, and wash around your little pussy. I
don't push inside, and I stay away from your cute little button, and I can see
you relax. Finally, I take some towels and pat you down.  You look very
confused. You thought I was mean, but now I am being so nice. Maybe you were
wrong.

"Now, Angie, it is time to thank the nice boys for guarding the door while you
got cleaned up."

"Thank you."

"No problem. Thanks for letting us touch your pussy."

"That isn't what I meant, Angie. You have to help these boys come."

"What .. what do you mean," you whisper.

"Do you remember what we washed off of your legs? You have to help them make
more of it."

"Go get on your knees in front of him. You. Pull your pants down."

"But the floor is gross."

"DO IT!"

You get down in front of him, sniffling. He has white jockey briefs that look
two years old.

"Pull down his underwear."

You grab the sides, careful not to touch the back or the front, and start
pulling down. As you pull, his cock springs out and comes close to your
face. You jerk back in surprise, but keep pulling until they are around his
knees. Then you wait.

"Go ahead."

"What."

"Play with him."

"But I can't touch his thing. It's gross."

"You don't have to do anything gross, Angie. You can either touch it, or put
it in your hole."

"No! I can't do that."

"Then touch it."

You poke at it almost like you are picking your nose.

"Not like that. Wrap your hand around the base, squeeze just a little, and
move it up and down."

You do. The boy is young and doesn't last very long.  He comes, and shoots a
big blob right in the middle of your shirt.

"My shirt! I can't go back to school like this."

"That's enough, Angie. Go to the next boy."

"But he'll make my shirt dirty."

"DAMMIT! TAKE THE SHIRT OFF, THEN."

I pull the shirt open, and some of the buttons pop off. Then I tug it over
your arms and put it in the sink and start filling it with water. You are on
your knees in nothing but your bra, now.

"There. We are cleaning your shirt. Now go to the next boy."

This time you do it without complaining. You pull down his shorts and start
pulling on his dick.

"Stop."

"What."

"You should use your mouth."

"That is gross. He pees there."

"Put it in your mouth."

"I...I can't. I..I'll die."

"I don't have time for this. I am going to get the principal."

I start storming off. You are on your knees inside a circle of boys, wearing
only a bra. Your shirt is soaking in the water in the sink, and your skirt is
in my hands.

"Wait, please, can I have my skirt back, please?"

"No. I am going to get the principal, and he will see what you are doing here
with all of these boys. I hope you enjoy reform school."

"No. Wait."

"Stop."

"Please stop"

You chase me out into the school yard, looking around to see if anybody can
see.

"I'll do it," you whisper.

"It's too late for that, Angie."

"No. Stop. I'll do it. I'll do anything you want. Just don't bring the
principal," you scream.

"You'll do anything?"

"Y-yes"

"OK, but I am getting tired of these games you're playing with me. Don't get
me angry or I'll have to be mean to you."

"OK"

We return to the bathroom. I don't say anything, but just point at the boy
waiting with his underpants around his ankles. You get on your knees (good
girl!)  and gingerly stick your tongue out and touch the side of his cock.

"Not like that. Pretend you are eating an ice cream cone. Hold the base, and
lick all around the head like you would lick ice cream."

You do, and a little strand of pre-cum mixed with saliva stretches between
your mouth and his cock until it breaks.

"Now swallow it."

"How?"

"Put it in your mouth and try to swallow it down your throat."

You do, and start gagging and choking. Your struggling is too much for the
boy, who lets loose, and shoots a load of come into your mouth. You get an
awful look on your face, and run to the sink and spit it out.

"I know you are still learning, so I will be nice, but don't spit it out any
more."

"What should I do?"

"Swallow it."

"But it tastes nasty."

"I told you, Angie, you can either help them with your hands and your mouth,
or let them put their cocks in your pussy."

"P-please don't say that. I'll do it."

"There are boys still waiting."

You go to the next boy.

"Can we play with her titties?"

Somehow, they know that you belong to me now. You are my toy, and they are
asking me to share. How can I say no when they ask so nicely?

"Of course. Angie, Take off your bra."

You do so without complaint, and fold it neatly and put it on the edge of the
sink where your shirt is.  Then you go to the next boy. He looks different
from the others. You lick around the sides, but don't know what to do.

"He isn't circumcised. You have to pull his skin down to get to his head."

"Does this hurt?"

"No. It feels really good."

Now you are sucking his dick like a pro. You are licking, and pumping, and
taking it into your mouth.  This one has more staying power. Maybe he
masturbated this morning. What am I saying? They all did. A couple of the
other boys have reached down and started playing with your fresh little
tits. You almost look like you are enjoying it. How can I stop that?

"Can we play with her pussy again?"

"Angie, raise your bottom up a little."

"You said..."

"DO IT!"

You lift, and go back to sucking, but I still don't give them the go
ahead. Instead, I lower my pants. My dick is rock hard from watching you. It
is my turn now. I get up close with out touching you, and then before you even
know what is happening I grab you waist and slam into you.

You gasp, and look back. I glare at you and you don't say anything.

"I swallowed. Is that good?" You are crying again.

"Yes. Who is next?"

Ahhh. You are so tight. It feels like you are squeezing me with your pussy. It
is almost like getting a hand job. I can feel the blood pounding through my
dick with every heartbeat, you are so tight. The last boy takes his place. I
let you work on your own since you know what to do and I want to concentrate
on your glorious pussy. What a fuck you are!

I feel it building inside me.

"Angie. I am going to come. Do you want me to come in your pussy."

You look back at me in horror.

"I SAID DO YOU WANT ME TO COME IN YOUR PUSSY."

"Y-y-y-es."

"YES, WHAT!"

"Yes, please."

"Say it."

"Yes, please," with tears dripping on the floor again.

"Not that. Say you want me to come in your pussy."

"I want you to come in my..."

Ahhh. Oh. It is so good. I come for hours. That is enough for me for now.

"...pussy."

"Angie, you are a very good girl. Isn't she, guys."

"Yeah, you are great."

"Thanks."

"Do you want to go for a soda or something?"

"I'll see you guys later. I have to go."

"But what about my shirt?"

"It will dry off."

"Buttons are missing."

"You should be more careful, and be a good girl from now on."

"Can I have my skirt, back."

"No."