She wears her skirt just long enough so the nuns don't hassle her about it, and, usually, ankle socks. Her breasts are just the right size for her bod...y, high and globey, if that's a word. I've never seen her wear anything but the school uniform, but she'd look great in anything.She looks even better in nothing, which is what this story is about.When I started at St. Agnes last fall, Julie showed me around the school, introduced me to my teachers, and had lunch with me. She said it was only. This alpha male slowly began to pull his cock out and then violently back in. Every time instilling a moan, growing louder and louder from my slutty mouth. My pussy began to spasm from this attention. I NEEDED cock, and lots of it. I screamed into my gag as my orgasm tore through me, the second of the day. Spittle fellow out o my mouth and I bit into the gag. The guys around me laughed, and the bloke that was fucking my cunt kept up his relentless pace, grunting himself. My pussy tightened. Still, had I really heard it?Then I heard my three sons chanting, “Fuck her daddy! Fuck her daddy! Make her your little whore!”I must have heard her right. We all must have heard her right. My daughter wanted me to fuck her and make her my little whore. I didn’t even think she knew the meaning of fuck and whore. These girls grow up so quickly these days.My wife leaned in closer and said, “Do it! Give her what she wants! Our little girl wants to be your whore! Let her! Fuck her! Take her. "With your little buddy? Because by the way he looks, he sure wants to!" "Why the hell not!" Mike yells through clenched teeth. He straightens, forcing me to my knees, and drives his cock down my throat. My eyes open wide for a minute, not believing he actually did it. His swollen member fills my mouth, and then withdraws. I attempt to spit, but he dives back in. "What are you going to do about it?" Mike says, misunderstanding the gleam in my eye for anger. I attempt to reply something when.