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The Pedo-Files Pt 1

Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Male / Female Teens, Prostitution, Torture, Author: Allthwaite, Rating: 55.6, Source: sexstories.com

Bollocks remember." the message read. My "Promise," did not go as planned, bloody Sandra had set me up, "Why young John," Arthur, Sandra's dad greeted me, "What brings you here?" he asked. Well I had to lie. "He's here to see about joining Wetherfield Brass Band again," Sandra said. "Er yes," I said glowering at Sandra. "Not before time lad, thee always did have a good tone on Tenor Horn, well look sharp I'm late for section practice already, make sure you use a condom our Sandra," he shouted "Clive will be round later." She gave us an evil look and like a prat I went to bloody Wetherfield Westgate Temperance Band band practice, one step removed from Sally Army. "Try this," Arthur said, and he handed me a York Tenor horn "It's like riding bike." "On fucking cobblestones and then you fall off," Dan Arkwright the Conductor added. I played a note, "Fucking horrible, you'll do." he said and suddenly it were like being thirteen again and in youth band where the keen young lads played cornet and lead parts if they didn't mind taking Eric Ethelbridge's member up their jacksy, while I was particular that my ass was for shitting through full stop so I played third Tenor Horn, which is the most dreary fucking horrible part ever written for anything. "What happened to old Eric?" I asked. "Seven years," Dan explained, "Should have been hung from a lamp post." "By his bollocks," Arthur added, "Buggered half the learners." "That's why I never got on," I admitted. "Well, its playing what ... matters now," said Dan, "Vera is off at her sisters so you play second tonight if you would." It wasn't too bad, as torture sessions go, and then we were down the Flying Horse till midnight and it was too late to screw Sandra then. Except when I went to bed there was this bulge in the bedclothes, "John," she whispered, "I waited." "Shit, I've had nine pints I'll never get it up." I said but her hands were on my tool and the stirring started and the warmth and strength came flooding in, and. "Ooh it's lovely and big John!" she simpered, "Just as I imagined," she said as I slid it up her. I don't remember getting undressed, or getting to the bed, I barely remember slipping my tool up her well used but soaking vagina, but oh wow did I come alive when she started working her well practised cunt muscles on my tool, and of course as soon as I really started banging her the bloody headboard on the bed started banging the wall. "John, have you got a girl in there?" Mother asked. "I'll skin the bugger if he's got a boy in there," Father added. "No, I just had a coughing," I said, "Ah!" as the bedroom door opened. "Sandra, you should be in bed!" Mother said stupidly. "She means your own bed," Dad said, "Keep the racket down eh," he asked and he said "Goodnight." "Goodnight Mt Althwaite, Mrs Althwaite," Sandra said and she grinned at me in the moonlight like the cat what's got the cream. The bitch had shoved a hole in the johnny, the rubber, Durex, hadn't she, so I shot me load right up ...