Elly fucked in the canteen by NineSparrow
"Explore an erotic tale of passion and desire as Elly indulges in a steamy encounter in the canteen, written by NineSparrow. Immerse yourself in this sensual narrative of seduction and pleasure. Read now!" #erotica #steamysexstory #canteenromance<br/>
The world of FTF Law–women will let you fuck them anywhere anytime, and to society it is perfectly acceptable.
More available at my blog www.ftflaw.wordpress.com 😉
Since the laws were passed Elly found herself getting better grades. It was crazy that being installed in the male toilets, halfway through a wall with her naked bottom half hanging out for any guy to use would actually give her more time to study, but hey, what else could she do while her asshole was being railed so hard that she could barely move?
It was a Thursday afternoon and Elly’s last count at how many different cocks had penetrated her was sixty-seven, though in reality it was probably more. The FTF (free to fuck) laws had only been approved for Swallow Falls Highschool two months ago; the boys were having fun with their new activities, she supposed. Prior to the law all men over the age of 18 in the school had to get their daily (though more usually hourly) fucks in before and after the 9am-3:30pm school day, leading to a lot of frustration. For those poor men, 6 ½ hours was the most they’d ever been without a good cumdumpter to drop their load in. Most schools had been picky in enforcing the laws within school grounds in case underage girls were targeted—so the Fuck Station was invented, where year 12 girls over the age of 18 could get some study time while helping the male students for extra credit.
That station was, in essence, a hole in the wall that a girl laid through, with benches and even cold drinks on her side, and her naked lower half on the other for men to pleasure themselves. It was actually quite cushy inside the station, and she usually had fun chatting to the other girls at the stations as well. In that sense, it was social as well, right?
Elly reflected on this while she wrote her debate speech. The debate was on that very issue: should the FTF law be implemented in schools? She had to argue no, though her opinion was opposite. If the law wasn’t getting in the way of things then there was no problem, right?
As she penned that argument she felt a new wave of hot cum blast inside her pussy. The hard fucking that had been going on for the last six minutes (this one had lasted a long time!) finally slowed, and the thick, long cock was pulled from her hole. Almost immediately another cock took its place, sliding wetly into her asshole instead. Anal wasn’t painful for her—after hard months of fucking she had gotten used to it—so she didn’t mind which holes they used. The other boy had probably gone to the clean-up station where other girls would suck him clean. They had the tough jobs—they couldn’t write and do a proper clean-up at the same time. But they got better credit and other perks so they enjoyed the job.
Elly finished writing her last dot point just as her wristwatch beeped. That was two hours: time to go to lunch. She patiently waited for guy to finish fucking her asshole, and when a fresh wave of cum washed into her she pushed herself out. The boy was well-built and she recognised him from her class; he nodded to her appreciatively as he went over to the clean-up station. The girls there—naked from head to toe—each had their mouths open, and one eagerly went to work on his sticky cock.
Elly waved to a friend Joy waiting outside the toilets and stretched a little. Wearing nothing but her tiny school skirt, a loose white shirt showing off her 32-D breasts, and the hundred-off strings of cum dripping around her ass and pussy, she went off to meet Joy.
Disclaimer *after this point i switch to first person for a more intimate feel 😉 *
Joy was the classic redhead Angel. She drew looks wherever she went, and not just for her perky tits and round ass. She was one of those fire-haired naturals; she usually wore a tight white shirt over her enormous tits, nipples hard more often than not. Her freckled face split into a smile as she saw me walk out, cum soaked from the bottom down, into the daylight.
“ELLY! How’s the ass?”
I laughed, it was the first question she asked whenever I finished glory hole duty.
“Sore,” I said.
“I think Grace was on Guzzle Girl duty now,” Joy said. “I saw her in the east wing corridor. Let’s catch up with her before we have lunch, okay?”
I nodded. Guzzle Girl duty–both of us were jealous of our friend. The “Guzzle Girl” was usually a university group, bit since the FTF law was introduced in Swallow Falls, students had petitioned until one was allowed at school.
The Guzzle Girls group gave job experience for a blow job career, one of the best references you could have, and paid a salaray as well.
Basically the Guzzle Girls were paid a dollar for every load they sucked out of dicks during their time on duty. Funded by the school and donations from students, they were the hardest workig fucktoys at school. They had to be if they wanted to be paid.
We searched the corridors and it turns out that east wing corridor was where we found her–mouth full of cock, head bobbing back and forth as she sucked it with all her might. She was giving it an impressive go!
Her blonde bombshell ass stuck out, the iconic GG logo proudly showing over her only item of clothing, a pair of white panties, her pigtails bobbing. The boy getting the angelic blowjob looked at me.
“We’re just after Grace,” I said.
“She’ll be done in a moment,” he replied. He grabbed her by the pigtails and gave her such a thorough face fucking that even a pro like Grace was gagging. I almost felt sorry for her! After twenty seconds the boy grunted and moaned and slowed, and I knew that he had came hard into her throat. From that far in her throat she gagged, but kept her cool like a professional.
After a few moments she pulled her head back, mouth slowly sucking the remainder of the cum from his member as she moved, until the entire dick was out, spotlessy clean. Her mouth full of cum, Grace smiled at the boy she had just sucked off.
“That must have been one of the best blowjobs I ever had,” the boy said.
Grace swallowed in one big gulp. “Thanks!” she said in her high-pitched voice. “You know you can always donate to the Guzzle Girls if you want.”
From inside her panties she pulled out a folded, cum-soaked sheet of paper, and turned around so the boy could sign it on her back. She saw Joy and me standing waiting patiently and squealed in delight.
“Elly! Joy!” she screamed, a thick droplet of cum spilling from the corner of her mouth and running down her chin, “it’s so good to see you!”
“Hard at work as always! Almost finished?” I asked.
She nodded. “Ten more minutes on my shift. Maybe I can squeeze in three or four blowjobs if i’m lucky.”
“What, you make them cum in two minutes now? Talk about professional,” Joy grumbled. “I only get one every half hour in class.” Joy was a member of the third fuck group at swallow falls: the Study Aid. Apart from the Glory Hole attendants and the Guzzle Girls, the Study Aids were the last school-sanctioned fucktoys that were, arguably, the most important.