Beautiful schoolgirl fucked in the mouth and pussy on the way home from school

The sun hung low in the sky as 18-year-old Natasha trudged home from another dull day at her stuffy Russian school. Her blonde pigtails bounced with each heavy step, her petite frame crushing the fallen autumn leaves beneath her shiny black Mary Janes. The crisp September air nipped at her exposed thighs, barely concealed by her pleated kilt.

Natasha sighed, kicking a pebble down the empty cobblestone street. She couldn’t wait to finish her final exams and leave this godforsaken town behind. With any luck, she’d make it to Moscow, start a new life. Anything was better than this oppressive village.

Lost in thought, Natasha rounded a bend and froze. There, leaning against the old brick wall of the abandoned orphanage, was a man. A stranger. He was at least twenty-five, with tattooed arms that strained against his tight white tee. His black jeans sat low on his hips.

Natasha swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. Men lounging around here could only mean one thing in her experience. Working up her courage, she met his dark gaze, her sapphire eyes flashing. “He can’t just stop me on the street like this! I won’t let another pervert touch me,” she thought defiantly, straightening up to her full 5’2.

But as she started to edge past the man, his burly hand shot out, grasping her slender wrist. Natasha gasped, her eyes wide. “M-Mister, I am late for my tea! We must say hello later, da?” she stammered in Russian.

The stranger smirked, stepping closer so his body pinned her to the cold wall. His breath was hot against her face as he rumbled, “I’ve got a present for you instead of tea, malyshka. I’ve been watching you, dreamy-eyed little Natasha. Bet you’ve never been fucked by a real man before.”

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat as the stranger’s rough hand slid up her thigh, hiking her short skirt higher. She wanted to push him away, really she did. But another part of her tingled at his dirty words, shameful excitement shooting between her legs.

“He won’t do anything too bad… not on the street,” she rationalized, trembling. “He’ll touch me a little and then I’ll run…”

The stranger unzipped his jeans, pulling out his enormous cock. Natasha’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she stared at the pulsing monster. “I can’t put that in my mouth! It’s too big!”

“On your knees, malyshka,” he growled, fists in her pigtails, shoving her down roughly.

Obeying meekly, Natasha found herself eye-level with his thick shaft. Leaning forward, she started planting timid little kisses along the underside, hoping that would satisfy him. But the man only chuckled darkly, forcing his member deep into her tight throat with a groan.

“Ahh! Mmphh!” Natasha gagged, tears springing to her eyes as she struggled not to retch. But the more she squirmed and choked on his cock, the stiffer it got, until the head was knocking on her tonsils.

The stranger was relentless, gripped in a lusty fever as he fucked her face harder and faster. Natasha was reduced to a painful garbled mess, drool spilling down her chin, black mascara streaming in rivulets down her face. She’d never felt so used before. Her whole bikini-clad body burned with humiliation and arousal.

Just as she thought she might suffocate, the man yanked his slick shaft out, slapping it wetly against her red, stinging cheeks. Natasha gasped in a lungful of precious air, only to let out a squeal as he spun her around and bent her over, ass in the air.

With a vicious swipe, he tore her polka-dot panties off and plunged two thick fingers right into her untouched pussy. Natasha wailed into the crook of her elbow, her virgin cunny clenching and spasming around the sudden intrusion.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” the stranger grunted, voice strained with lust as he felt up her soaked slit. “I’m gonna bust your cherry in half.”

Weeping pathetically, Natasha spread her legs wider, one foot planted high on the wall. She knew it was wrong, knew she should fight him off. But every cruel thrust of his fingers only pushed her closer to the edge of ecstasy, shame and pleasure mixing dangerously.

“Please… not so rough!” she pleaded in a strangled whisper, even as her pussy dripped its approval. Her flat tummy heaved with sobs that she muffled in the crook of her elbow.

“Quiet, malyshka,” the man growled, freeing his girthy erection from his fly. “If you scream, you’ll get it worse.”

With that, he notched the broad head of his cock against Natasha’s small entrance and thrust forward, spearing into her in one brutal stroke.

“Aaaahhh! Ohhh god!” Natasha hung her head limply, howling into her sleeve. Her eyes rolled back as the man proceeded to pound into her sore, wildly stretched cunt, groaning like a beast.

Because of his size and her tightness, every thrust drowned Natasha in crashing waves of excruciating pleasure. She clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle her desperate cries, knowing someday she’d be back at church, and they’d never look at her the same way if they found out what she’d done.

But in the moment, her body betrayed her, hips rolling back to meet the man’s punishing strokes. Her toes curled inside her shoes, reaching for the release she craved. “I never want it to end…” she thought hazily.

The man spent himself in Natasha with a harsh grunt, spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside her untouched 19-year-old pussy. Feeling his seed flood her core, Natasha thought she might die of shame. When he was done, the stranger left her bent over and dripping against the wall, her face and skirt streaked with her tears and sweat. The sun had set, painting the sky purple in his wake.

Stumbling home, Natasha knew her life would never be the same. “I’m no longer pure,” she thought, shuddering. “Papa won’t let me live with him anymore… I’ve been corrupted now.”

The reality of her fate sank in with bone-deep dread. What would happen to her now? Natasha had a sinking feeling her encounters with this man, and others like him, were only just beginning…