Two words Catholic schoolgirls

Part 63
 

Part 63

Mrs Powell once more ran through her spiel regarding the history of the Roman fort and then she allowed the pupils free reign to explore for themselves for the first hour or so.

There was only one thing that Paul wanted to explore – the group of Catholic schoolgirls that were obediently listening to their teacher. Paul inched his way towards the group of girls under the pretext that he was studying the remains of the fort. He had his eye on one particular girl.

She was immaculately dressed in her uniform, as were all the girls, and her chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore glasses and she was reasonably attractive.

Paul nudged her deliberately as he moved past her but he tried to make it look like an accident. “Sorry,” he said to her with a smile.

The girl smiled back, “That’s okay,” she said in a slight Irish accent. “No harm done.”

No, Paul thought, not yet.

“Margaret?” The schoolteacher called out, “Are you paying attention?”

“Yes, Miss McDonald,” the girl said.

Margaret, Paul thought, Jesus, what a name for a kiddie. Paul stood a few feet away from Margaret, listening to the teacher going on about the reign of the Emperor Hadrian. Every so often he glanced at Margaret and the two of them exchanged smiles.

Eventually, after what seemed to Paul like an eternity, the teacher allowed the girls some free time to themselves. “But be back at the minibus by one-fifteen,” she concluded.

Paul glanced at the time on his phone. It was twelve–ten. He had just over an hour; he had to work fast. Where was James?

As Paul was waiting for James, he noticed another girl, a redhead wither braided hair, walking away from the archaeological site and heading towards a rocky outcrop.

Paul watched as she disappeared from sight. He wanted Margaret but she was with some other girls. The redhead was alone and she was wandering away from the others. He decided to take a chance.

Paul didn’t want to startle the girl and make her scream, so he crept silently in the same direction that the redhead had gone. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

The girl was crouching down, holding her skirt up at the back, and peeing. Her buttocks were facing Paul. Her panties, which Paul identified as navy-blue regulation school knickers, were looped around one ankle and she’d spread her legs.

It was a delightful position, Paul thought, almost as if she’d adopted it especially for him. In that position, her butt cheeks were spread slightly and her anus was exposed. He could also see the slightest hint of her slit between her legs. It was a lewd spectacle.

Although he had every intention of letting her finish her peeing before he introduced himself, he decided that a souvenir would be in order. He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of the peeing girl and then stepped forward.

“Excuse me,” he said, loudly.

Her braid tossed girlishly to one side as she turned and looked over her shoulder at him. She looked startled. “Go away,” she said, in an accent that could have been Irish. Her liquid still flowed and the ground beneath her was getting wet.

She can’t stop, Paul guessed. She was in full flow and even though she looked surprised, she appeared unwilling or unable to stop what she was doing.

Pert arse flesh and parted thighs went round and round in Paul’s mind. The girl didn’t say anything and couldn’t run away, so Paul took the initiative.

He snapped a few more pictures, this time with her face in the picture. “I hope Miss McDonald doesn’t see these,” he said, as he waved his phone.

That got her attention. She stood up as her pee subsided. “Don’t,” she said.

Close up, Paul could see that she had a silver crucifix pendant around her neck and he could see the school logo on her tie.

“Please,” the girl said, as she lowered her skirt. Her knickers were still around her left ankle. She had obviously taken them off one leg only, to make it easier to spread her legs for the squat.

“Spend some time with me,” Paul said.

“I can’t,” the girl said, “I have to...”

“What’s your name?” Paul asked her.

“Anne,” the girl said, “Anne O’Leary.

Paul wanted to know more. “How old are you?”

“Thirteen,” she replied, as she attempted to pull her knickers up.

“Leave them off,” Paul said, “Or I’ll show these pictures to...”

“Okay,” Anne said. She pulled her knickers off.

“Now,” Paul said, “We’re going to get to know each other a bit better.”


To be continued...

this is quite the educational field trip now isn't it..

Part 64
 

Part 64

“Don’t hurt me,” Anne begged Paul, as she fingered her crucifix.

“I’ll try not to,” Paul said, “But I can’t promise.” He put his hands on her, touching her in various places through her uniform. “I love girls in uniform,” he said, as he caressed her breasts through her blouse. “So sexy.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Anne begged him, “I’m a...” She couldn’t get the word out.

Paul helped her. “A virgin!” he said, “Yes, I guess you would be. Those Catholic priests are only into little boys, aren’t they?” He pulled her skirt up at the front.

With her knickers off, her bare cunt was exposed. It was covered in wispy dark-red hair but the tight slit was visible and her thighs quivered, either through cold or fright.

Paul didn’t care which. He just wanted to fuck this little virgin schoolgirl. He was getting hard and his cock was almost forcing its own way out through his jeans. “Let’s do it,” he finally said.

“Will you...” Anne considered what to say, “Will you... withdraw when you... finish?”

“You mean when I come?” Paul saw Anne nod in reply. “No way,” he said, “I want to fill you up.” He nodded at the soft grass. “Lie down and spread those beautiful little thighs of yours.”

As Anne lowered herself to the ground, Paul lowered his jeans and boxers, freeing his rampant hard-on.

Paul knelt down in front of Anne with his erection pointing in her direction.

Anne was muttering some kind of prayer or something under her breath; something about Holy Mary, mother of God.

“Shut the fuck up,” Paul said, “Holy Mary isn’t going to help you now. Spread your fucking legs.”

Anne obeyed and opened her legs, bending her knees slightly. Paul lifted her skirt up to her waist so he could see her cunt and then lowered himself on top of her. Putting his hands on the ground, either side of Anne, to support his weight, he positioned his cock at Anne’s slit and pushed forward.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said as he forced himself inside her. He saw Anne doing that thing with her hand making a cross sign. He ignored her.

Anne closed her eyes as Paul continued fucking her. Paul gave several long deep thrusts and, with the tightness of her vaginal muscles pressing against his shaft, he came very quickly. He waited until he’d emptied his sac and then withdrew from her.

Anne was half-crying and half-praying. She had a few spots of blood dripping from her.

“Congratulations,” Paul said to her, “You’re now officially a woman.”

He got to his feet again and pulled up his boxers and trousers. As he turned, he saw James standing behind him.

“What have you done?” James said.

“I’ve just fucked her,” Paul said, as if it was bleeding obvious, “What do you think I’ve done?”

“Can I have a go?” James said as he got closer.

“Sure,” Paul said, “These Catholic girls are very accommodating. Don’t ever let anyone tell you they’re prudes.”

James unfastened his jeans. His cock sprang up because he wore nothing underneath and Anne did the cross thing once more as James took Paul’s place in front of her. “Keep a look out,” James said to Paul, “In case someone comes.”

That reminded Paul that Anne had not come when he fucked her. He preferred a girl to respond to his affections. “She’s a bit frigid though,” he said to James.

He crouched down behind the rocky outcrop in front of them so he could see where everyone else was. No-one was even slightly interested in exploring over this side of it so Paul turned to watch James fucking the schoolgirl. He took a few pictures with his camera, more for something to do than anything else. He would have rather fucked that little Margaret than Anne but, what the heck, one Catholic schoolgirl is very much like another. He made another mental notch on his mental bedpost. Chalk off Catholics, he thought, as James came with a muffled grunt.


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Part 65
 

Part 65


Paul and James watched as the Catholic school minibus pulled out of the parking area and onto the road.

Paul smiled. “I wonder what Anne’ll do when she gets back to school.

“Straight to the confessional, I guess,” James replied. Then, in a mock Irish accent, he added, “I’m sorry father, but I have sinned...”

They both laughed as they went to find the rest of their party.

“What shall we do now?” James asked.

“You mean who shall we do now.” Paul said, eyeing up the girls.

“You’re going to fuck someone else?” James asked.

“Yeah,” Paul said, “I want to get it while I can.” He saw Zoe. “I fancy that fat bit of cunt.”

“What? Are you on something? Look at Sarah... Katie... Emma... Lauren...”

“I can just imagine Zoe’s thunder thighs squeezing my cock as I enter her.”

James shook his head in disbelief. “I fancy Lauren...”

“Tell you what then,” Paul decided, “You go and get Lauren and I’ll go and get Zoe. And we’ll see who gets laid first.”

“Deal!” James held out his hand for a shake.

Paul ignored it. “We have till ten tonight.”

Paul waited until James had gone off in search of Lauren and then went over to where Zoe was sitting by a stone wall, eating her sandwiches.

Zoe looked up as Paul approached her.

“What do you want?” she muttered through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Just coming over to say Hi,” Paul said, as he sat beside her. “I hope this wall’s safe.”

“Well, it’s been up for about two thousand years,” Zoe muttered, “So I doubt if it’ll collapse now.”

Paul sniggered. “Suppose so.”

Nothing much else was said between them for a few minutes. Paul waited until Zoe had finished her snack and then he said, “You’re beautiful, you know?”

Zoe turned to face him. “What are you after?”

Paul put his hand on Zoe’s leg.

Zoe scooted away from him across the wet grass. “Oh, no!”

“Come on babe,” Paul said, “Just a bit of fun...”

“Fuck off,” Zoe said, “I know what your fun involves.”

“I would have thought you’d be grateful for whatever you can get...” Paul said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know... you’re not exactly Miss Universe, are you?”

“You just said I was beautiful...” Zoe stared at him.

“You are,” Paul said, “In your own way.”

Zoe shook her head. “You wanna fuck me?”

Paul nodded. “Yeah, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” Zoe said sharply.

Paul knew that she was as desperate for a fuck as he was. He just had to time it right.

“What do I get in return, if I let you?” Zoe said.

“What do you mean?” Paul raised his eyebrows. “You want to make a deal?”

“Sort of...” Zoe replied.

“You’re on,” Paul said, “Whatever you want, you can have.”

“Okay,” Zoe said, “Emma and Sarah have some... er... compromising pics of me that I need to get back.”

“Compromising?”

“Yes,” Zoe said, “You get them for me and I’ll fuck your brains out.”



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