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I’ll get my name out of the way first. You’ll see the irony straight away. Abby Zimmermann, yeah always last on the role, last in line, last for a school photograph, you name it, always last, always waiting and always made worse by being separated from my bestie; Zoe Alcott.

I was back from the summer semester holiday break, sexy sunny Thai beaches, not ready for my final year at a private Sydney girl’s college. I was eighteen and really feeling the need to be done with school.

I had missed the first day of school, the photo day and my obligatory mug shot for the school records, student ID card and the final year book. I was told by admin I’d need to be available for the catch up photo round at the end of the week. It wouldn’t make any difference; they would still do the late photos in alphabetical order. Besides I had formed a dislike for the old duddy who said ‘smile for the camera’ each year since my early primary years here.

My mug shot was scheduled for ten minutes before lunch but when I arrived Alice Wakefield and Terri Walters were still waiting. I knew I’d be photographed on my own time, my lunch break, as the other girls were called in, in turn, for their photos. Yes the lunch bell sounded and I was still waiting.

As I was called in I realised why. The photographer was by himself, no crotchety assistant who usually accompanied the dude for mass shooting day. The arsehole’s prune faced wife.

However, as the photographer turned around from his gear I found myself looking at his gear and he too was more than taking in my great summer tan. The prick was mentally undressing me from my school uniform. Girls just recognize that cock sure dirty look. Still I was looking too; he just had a natural trouser bulge. Some guys do. Not like a frickin codpiece but subtle like. He was just packin it. Like I was, but in a different girly high profile way.

I curved everywhere a young woman should even in a school uniform. Well it was my summer uniform. My white blouse couldn’t really contain my fulsome nubile tits. I had breast tissue to spare and I enjoyed sharing it. The pleats of my grey tartan skirt just seemed to fold into my crotch and accentuate my thighs and prop out my lovely swaggering behind.

Well I just smiled: full and broad. Here was a youngish good looking dude to take my picture. I couldn’t control my flirty self. He was more than assessing me for a picture. He was picturing me in my birthday suit. Full buff. Stark naked. Yep, he was doing the full strip letch look. He was very forward with his eyes. I have no doubt his mind was processing potential pleasure even quicker than his rapid eye roving. He was testosterone loaded and ready to fire. But hey I was basically a tart on a perpetual heat setting for cock.

“Great smile” he said. “So broad. So charming” He was being smooth polite for a purpose.

I could tell his secret agenda already, he really wanted to see how broad and charming my girly vertical smile was. And believe you me I had one sweet pouty shaved perfect puffy camel toe and no tan lines. I’m a buff sunbaker.

“Oh “I responded, “I was surprised by you”

He closed the gap between us and said, “Ah, yes, I brought the business when Baines retired, but I definitely wasn’t expecting anyone as photogenic as you in school. Do you model?”

Well he had me there. I had done some clothing catalogue shots. I said, “Yes, just low end stuff”

He grinned and replied, “Oh you like modelling frilly knickers, thongs and g-strings”

Well he had me again. I did say low end, but geez his dirty mind was filthy quick. I didn’t reply that it was a chain store modest underwear standard sale line. Not what I was currently wearing. I liked my thongs.

“Oh I bet you’d like to see my black thong right now, wouldn’t you? “ Well hey I know I was being very direct and ignoring basic flirting, but the lunch break at the college was only forty minutes and I was looking at thirty –five from here. Though given how excited he’d be pawing over my body and sinking his cock into my cavities, he probably wouldn’t last ten minutes; like most guys.

“See your thong, you minx, I think I’ll just take it off.” And he sidled up to me and I let him get his hands under my school skirt and slide my thong to the carpet. Small and crumpled it lay at my feet. But I was already arching my head back because his hands were double dipping into both my sensitive tight arse crack and my so accepting pussy hole.

“Orrgh fuck you're good, yeah, real good, yeah, that’s frickin great, mmm, mmm” from me as one of his fingers rimmed my puckered balloon knot and another two fingers on his other hand worked my pussy open and started to lube it very nicely.

He found the right spots to drive me wild as we started to pash hard, tongues twirled, twisted and teasing each other. He had his thumb digging into my arsehole and three fingers pushing into my pussy at the same time. Pleasure amplified so decadently. I could feel my arse expanding with delight and my pussy spread and stretch in full sexual joy. The dirty sod using his free hand to get my blouse and bra off and explore my big tits.

I definitely thought there was more than one pair of hands working my body to a frenzied state. My nipples were so hard, my breasts massaged, caressed, hugged and fondled like tits deserve to be. My arsehole had to have cock; his thick thumb was a teasing taste of an even fatter cock burrowing into my back passage. But equally my super moist squelching pussy releasing girly juices in abundance was over primed for pecker too. I wanted cock everywhere in me at once.

It was my mouth that thankfully got his really decent stiff meat stick. I was sucking like I hadn’t sucked a cock in a long time. Yet I had had my fair share of holiday one night stand dicks. I was so into this. The forbidden cock at school. My tongue did the full salivary flourish glide along, under and then around his cock knob. My hand manipulating his rod and his ball sack. Then he grabbed my head and literally skull fucked my brains out.

He was shoving his cock in and out of my mouth with speed. Surely he had to cum. But no, boy did he make the head job last. My accommodating mouth got the full ramming, wallop, whack and cock whomping a young woman really craves. My mouth both vulgarised and loved.

It was too easy for him to flip my skirt up as he lifted and backed me up over a student desk. My legs indecently spread wide as only a young woman can with ease. My feet pointed to the ceiling. I was cock all set. But I got his tongue. His amazing frickin tongue. Fuck could he use his tongue. He knew how to make sex last. A master of endless passionate foreplay.

“Orrgh yeah, yes, yes, please, oh my, Ah, ah, ah” and then pure pleasure panting from me.

He knew every profligate wanton wild pussy climax trick in the book. The shrewd bastard started by licking my already excited arsehole. Circling and rimming with his tongue tip and pressing his tip into my relaxing bum hole. Then he tortured the space between my twin holes of tongue demanding desperation. Making my perineum the centre of my pleasure. By the time he licked my spread flaps with his broad tongue I was approaching sexual delirium. My orgasm assured. And my over aroused clitty responded with shameless delight to the flicking tongue action it received repeatedly. Then he sucked my pink girly jelly bean up and up from my body. Pleasure lasting like I didn’t think possible. My clit aching but never stopping demanding and I accepted the euphoria of a stunning orgasm.

I was in girly heaven but it kept getting better as his stiff dick played around my pussy opening. Tantalising my sensitivity.

He made me plead for it and I did; “Cock, I want your cock, please.”

He nested in and hit a great rhythm. So confident the prick. I greedily embraced his pecker in my happy pussy. He had the push. He had the tug. He had the grind. He had the clout. My pussy shaped to his dominating actions. He had stunning endurance and control. I luxuriated in each stroke.

Then after a seeming time without end he withdrew but I hadn’t felt him cum and I was so willing to be creamed today.

“Bend over, over the desk, spread your legs.”

Of course I did. My skirt flipped up over my back. His cock head playing at my arse crack. So dirty and nice.

I knew what was coming and I wanted it. The perfect finish. My arse pleased.

“ Oh damn you, that’s good, fucking good, you dirty dirty prick, oh yeah, oh yeah” and then I was reduced to grunting like I had never done before in my life, but his cock in my butt was paradise.

He knew how to get in with style and sensitivity and relax my arsehole for absolute joy. I felt my butthole expand and hold his cock. I felt his pecker probe deeper but I was locked in full acceptance of the sensation. I felt my arse clutch and squeeze and expand all in the same instance. Fuck I felt good because he was anally shafting me with true precision. The damn near perfect butt fuck I suppose every woman is looking for. I got it and it was a treat and it was an amazing treat because the sure sod made it last and last.

Suddenly last took on a new meaning for me. Make it last. I wanted him to keep drilling and filling my arse from behind me and he did. I got a continuous anal bulldozing thrill. I was arse dredged and gouged with total flesh gratification. I was filled with awesome satisfaction as he shovelled and probed from every possible rear angle. My chocolate starfish receiving a genuine backdoor schooling.

My deeper horny self was unleashed in his stoke stroking of my anal cavity. His cock had my arsehole’s complete and utter attention. And then finally when he fingered my clit again of course I had a renewed dazzling climax. I hit the upper reaches of it, as it synched with the end of lunch bell blasting away. Each trilling blast matched by a body spasm of pleasure from me. Easily my longest ever orgasm. And then the realisation I’d done the equivalent of a sexual marathon and hadn’t even had my school photo taken yet. The photographer eased out of me. I couldn’t feel a creampie ooze follow and flow out of my obviously puckered arse.

Oh I never got my photo taken because in the immediate instance there was a shower across my face, with jizz spurting out copiously from his stiff dick like a gaming machine spilling endless jackpot coins. And my face and mouth and cheeks and eyes and earlobes were caught in a cum cross fire. I was cum drenched. Splashed, sloshed and soused.

I quit school, well I was eighteen and left home and ended up the photographer’s assistant, to my Jake Zabel, yeah he knew all about waiting and making last count: and well did all the Z girls around the city get it and boy with a guy and a girl both working them over, we made it last and last. And otherwise together, we indulged ourselves in incessant, unrelenting non-stop sex.

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