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Subject: {ASSM} Internet Abuse (Mf Voy First Time)
Date: Tue,  1 Apr 2003 14:10:03 -0500
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Internet Abuse Mf Voy First Time
By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com

I am responsible for the school computing facilities, and also for keeping 
check on the Internet usage report. The visits to the porn sites started 
appearing on the report during the second week of term, all the visits were 
after hours starting with just brief visits to fairly mild sites but soon 
built to lengthy views of hardcore porn. It had been going on for most 
nights for a week or so now, I suspected one of the 5th year boys, but 
wanted to catch the culprit red handed before I made any accusations.

So I find myself sitting in a dark office keeping watch on the dark computer 
room beyond through a crack in the door. It is coming up to 7pm, I think I 
will give it a couple of minutes then quit for the night. The previous 
sessions had all started by 6.45 so it is unlikely that whoever is 
responsible will show up tonight.

7.03pm. The door of the lab is opening! They are being cautious. They are 
shielded by the open door, as they survey the dark room,  perhaps letting 
their eyes adjust to the dark.

Now they are moving into the lab. As they move between the desks I can make 
out dark skin against the white of their school shirt, rolled up at the 
sleeves. In the dark it is difficult to make out their face, but I'm sure I 
just saw a pony tail? They are moving closer, approaching a gap in the desks 
directly in front to my vantage point.

What a surprise, a skirt! As she moves down the gap between the desks I 
realise the late night prowler is not the internet abuser I had expected but 
one of the girls, probably left something behind.

Should I make myself known? I think for a few seconds. Better not, how can I 
explain what I am doing and who I am looking for?

She is moving closer to the office where I am hiding! I can see her better 
now. I don't know her name, she is not one of my students. I think she is in 
the 5th form, or maybe the lower 6th. I am surprised I havn't noticed her 
though. She is an attractive girl, tall for her age, with smooth ebony skin 
covering her tall slim frame. As she walks towards the office I find myself 
starring at the outline of her bra beneath the white school shirt, her small 
breasts just beginning to press against the white cotton.

She has stopped a few feet away from the office door. I hold my breath, what 
if she finds me know?

Thank god, she has turned back towards the door. She has great legs, I feel 
my cock stir as I stare at her back, casting my eyes down the length of her 
body to the short school skirt and the long black legs that reach down to 
her trainers. Shit, what am I doing! Now I am getting a hard on as I peek at 
one of the students!

What is she doing, she is just standing there looking up and down the rows 
of PC's? She seems to make a decision and then walks purposefully to the 
desk nearest the office. I duck back in case she sees me, and when I next 
look out she is sitting at a desk just outside the door. She is side on to 
my vantage point and I as well as being able to make out the profile of her 
face silhouetted against the wall opposite I can see those long legs tucked 
under the school desk.

Suddenly there is noise and light. She has turned the PC on and is 
illuminated by the screen as it flicks into life. There is a long pause 
while the machine boots up before she starts typing quickly.

I cannot quite make out what is on screen from this side view. It looks like 
internet explorer is open and I can see a screen that looks familiar, 
Hotmail perhaps. I am not sue why she is wating till this late at night to 
check her e-mail?

Now what is she doing? She has opened another internet session and has typed 
a URL. The page is building and I can make out some flashing banners. Images 
are building on the screen, a grid of thumbnail images I think. I look at 
her delicate hand as she moves the mouse and clicks one of the thumbnails. 
The enlarged image is building on the screen.

Fuck! I cannot believe my eyes! I cannot see the full image from this angle, 
but I can make out enough to know what she is looking at. The black woman is 
kneeling while a white guy fucks her from behind.

So she is my porn watcher! I can hardly believe it!

She clicks the mouse and another image builds, a black woman again, this 
time sucking a huge pink dick.

So what now? I had a speech planned for when I caught the culprit, but it 
was about the exploitation of women. How could I use that in this 
circumstance? As I tried to think I noticed her move on the seat.

Her right hand was still on the mouse but her left hand had dropped under 
the desk. I felt a twinge of excitement as I realised what she was about to 
do. My cock is swelling again as my mind raced ahead of the scene playing 
itself out before my eyes.

Her left hand moved up her leg and disappeared under her skirt. I could see 
it moving slowly as she began to stroke her pussy under the desk.

I am rock hard now, straining against my trousers. I know I shouldn't, but I 
cannot stop myself. With my dick in my hand I watch her through the crack in 
the door.

I had never considered myself a voyeur, but watching this young girl 
masturbate as she flicks through images of interracial sex is the biggest 
turn on I have ever had.

I can hear her breath quicken as she rubs harder with her left hand. Her 
eyes are fixed on the screen, studying each image in detail before moving to 
the next.

I freeze. Then relax. She has moved, but only to type in a new URL. As she 
types I can see the fingers of her left hand glisten slightly, moist from 
their contact with her pussy.

As she waits for the new site to load she lifts off the seat and pulls her 
skirt up. This is one hell of a show! I can see her white cotton panties 
against her dark skin as she sits down again with her skirt raised around 
her waist. She rubs her pussy through her panties as the site loads, then, 
as more images of interracial sex fill the screen she pulls back the 
material and strokes her bare slit. I am close to cumming, and have an 
overwhelming desire to touch her soft skin.

She moves again. This time she takes hold of her panties and slips them 
down. She turns towards me as she slips them over her shoes.

Shit, I couldn't help myself. As she bent to take off her panties I caught a 
glimpse of her pink slit set against her dark skin. My gasp was involuntary, 
but she froze, her white panties in her hand.

I cannot breathe for fear of being discovered. She is still motionless, 
listening. I am so close I can almost smell her.

Thank god, her attention is back on the screen. She must have put the noise 
down to the heating or something.

Another image begins to form on screen. As she watches it develop she parts 
her legs some more. Now she is turning on the chair, her right leg drops 
slightly and, wow, I get a full view of her pussy. Her little teenage slit 
is dark, with a few wisps of hair. Her left hand reaches down and she begins 
to play with herself again. Two fingers slide down her slit and she holds it 
open. My cock throbs involuntarily as I get a full view of the pink slit 
enveloped in that dark pussy.

As she watches the images she slips a finger into her little hole, sighing 
softly as she penetrates herself. Now she is using both hands. As she probes 
herself with her left index finger she strokes her clit with her right. She 
is moaning softly to herself, still staring at the image on the screen, a 
black woman on her back with one white guy fucking her and another shooting 
cum over her face.

She is panting now, her fingers rubbing frantically on her clit. Her eyes 
are closed and she takes a sharp breath.

A little squeak escapes from her lips as she cums. Her back tense. Her 
fingers now stroking her pussy slowly.

A gasp of breath and she relaxes.

`You can come out now'

Fuck. She is looking right at the door.

`I know you are there'

Holy shit.

`Its OK - I wont tell any teachers if you don't'

She thinks it is another pupil hiding.

I tuck my throbbing dick back into my trousers and slowly open the door.

`Sir!'

Her turn to look surprised. Her skirt is still up around her waist. She 
notices me looking and, surprisingly given the show she just put on, she 
cover her pussy with her hand.

I am standing so close to her close I can smell her sex. I know I shouldn't 
do it. I should just tell her to forget about it and go home. But she looks 
so good, so young and innocent. I have to touch her.

I am standing behind her. She is looking up at me. She looks apprehensive.

I cannot resist. Gently I rest my hand on her soft shoulder. Slowly I run my 
fingers down her collar and into her shirt. My finger tips reach the tight 
material of her bra, and easing the material up I slip my hand under the 
white cotton and work my way down. I have her young breast cupped in my 
hand, I can feel her hard erect nipple against my palm.

She turns on the chair. With my hand still resting on her tit she reaches up 
and puts hers over the bulge in my trousers, feeling my stiff cock. Now she 
is undoing my fly. I shut my eyes as I feel her warm young fingers touch my 
cock, pulling it free. The cold air of the classroom against the skin of my 
manhood is soon replaced by a moist warmth. I open my eyes again to see the 
young schoolgirl with my dick in her mouth. She is looking up at me as she 
sucks my cock, the pink skin contrasting with her dark lips.

I reach down with my other hand and undo her bra. With both hands I play 
with her young breasts. Her nipples are huge black mounds, set atop her 
still developing tits. They stiffen to my touch and she moans as she sucks 
me.

I am acting on instinct now. My self control gone. I don't care if we are 
caught, if I loose my job, I just want to fuck this little teenage angel.

I am facing her now, lifting her light young frame onto the desk. She smiles 
up at me as I touch her her pussy for the first time. It is surprisingly 
wet, my fingers slipping easily along the pink inner slit and into her 
tight, tight hole.

She reaches down to hold her pussy open, signalling what she wants me to do 
next.

The tip of my cock is against her slit now. I move it slightly to locate her 
hole.

Slowly I push into her. Her pussy is incredibly tight. I watch as my white 
cock slowly penetrates her black pussy.

She is looking up at me with a look of ecstasy. She is only a little girl, 
but that look means just one thing. Fuck Me.

Suddenly I meet some resistance. There is something restricting my progress.

Oh My God - SHE IS A VIRGIN!

I stop pushing. But she has her hands on my buttocks.

`Please' she whispers.

I withdraw slightly then push into her. I feel my dick pushing hard against 
her hymen then suddenly it gives way. She flinches as my dick glides deep 
within her.

I am now fucking her slowly; she is watching my dick glide in and out of her 
pussy, the pain of loosing her virginity now past. I can feel ever ridge of 
her tight virgin pussy as I fuck her.

Faster now, I am close to cumming. I slam my dick into her. She has her eyes 
shut and is breathing quickly.

YES. I gasp as my seed gushes into her tight vagina. Oh yes. She is shaking 
as an orgasm passes through her young body.

With a couple of gasps the last of my white cum fills her and I collapse on 
top of her.

She holds me tight.

As she holds me I begin to cry. What have I done? This is so wrong.

She holds me even tighter. Her lips next to my ear now.

My dick, shrinks and slowly slips out of her pussy.

My face is wet with tears.

`Don't worry', she whispers.

`I'm sorry', I blub back.

`Please be happy', she said quietly, I can tell she is crying now.

`Please be happy' she repeats, `this is the best moment of my life'.

I Stand up and look at her. Her face is wet with tears, her shirt open, 
exposing her tiny breasts, my cum is seeping out of her pussy into a little 
puddle on the desk. I notice it is coloured with blood from her torn hymen.

She puts her arms around my waist and places her head on my chest.

`I'm sorry', I say again, `I should not have done that'.

`I know', she said through her tears, `but I wanted you to'.

`Please don't tell anyone what happened' I pleaded with her.

She hugged me tightly, `Of course not'.

We are both standing now. An awkward silence as we straighten our clothing. 
She uses her cotton panties to mop up the desk, then pushes them into her 
school bag.

What now. We are just standing a few feet apart staring at each other.

She is the first to break the silence.

`Sir'

`Yes?'

`I want you to fuck me again'

I knew I shouldn't. I knew it would be the beginning of the end.

But I knew I would.

`Meet me here at 7 tomorrow night', I said.


So what happens next??? Send me an e-mail if you want to see part 2!

By David Lavenham
Feedback appreciated - davidlavenham@hotmail.com
I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
more information.






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