WARNING: All characters in this story are consenting adults. It contains school-uniform and age-play imagery, gender-play, spanking, humiliation, watersports, consensual non-consent and deliberately uncomfortable power dynamics.

Schoolgirl Pickup

My friend was dressed in a grey pleated skirt, white shirt buttoned up, yellow and black tie, white socks and black shoes.

With his long hair and slim physique he could easily have passed for a student as he waited for me in the town centre.

We had agreed beforehand; I had chosen the scene and he would take the bus home.

I parked up, avoiding the double yellows and waited on the pavement, hiding my excitement and making small talk with a woman selling flowers.

My friend walked over to me through the crowd, a slight swagger in his step.

He met my eyes as I finished my idle chat with the woman, and a coy smile briefly crossed his face.

“I’m impressed with your efforts. Still ok?”

“Sure”, he replied. “I’m looking forward to it. I’ve got a couple of surprises for you.”

My heart began to race.

He crossed the road to the car before me, and I operated the key fob to unlock the door. We both climbed into the car and took a deep breath.

The game was on.

My friend chewed on some bubblegum. Strawberry. He blew a bubble which popped, covered his lips in the pink film.

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I asked how the day had gone.

“Me and the other girls got into a fight earlier”

I was shocked.

“Just wait till I get you home young lady.”

My friend looked nervous, she could tell I was angry.

The short drive home was in silence except for the background chewing and occasional pop of the bubble gum. I glanced down and admired the way her skirt revealed just enough leg to stir my imagination.

We pulled up at home. She didn’t wait for me, practically falling out of the car while I tidied up the litter she’d left in the foot well.

In her haste she tripped and fell over a flower pot, scuffing her shoes.

“I swear you’re doing this on purpose.” I shouted after her.

She swore back at me as she unlocked the front door and entered the house.

I shouted after her, “Hey, watch your language. What will the neighbours think? Go to your room right now.”

She kicked off her shoes in the hallway and stomped upstairs.

This bratty behaviour riled me.

I chased upstairs after her; she ran down the hallway and into her bedroom but before she could close the door I pushed in and grabbed her wrist.

I sat on her bed, pulled her face down over my knee and spanked her quickly through her skirt.

“Ow, ow ow “

She struggled a bit, her skirt riding up.

I left it there, her bottom exposed, barely protected by the thin cotton briefs.

I spanked again.

Her legs convulsed when the blows landed on her fleshy buttocks.

I swear she giggled a bit which only made me want to spank her harder, make her understand the punishment.

I raised my hand again, ready to land another sharp slap on her bright red cheeks.

I imagined instead I was caressing her soft innocent backside, pictured my hands running down her thighs, teasing apart her legs to explore her inner sanctum.

She tensed in anticipation.

I blinked away my sexual thoughts and prepared to spank her petulant bottom.

Suddenly she seemed to relax a little and begin quietly convulsing. I couldn’t tell if she was crying.

Maybe I’d gone too far?

Then to my horror, I saw her begin to wet herself deliberately. Her clean white knickers turned translucent. The fabric darkened rapidly as the wetness spread between her thighs, wetting my jeans as well.

Repulsed, I pushed her off me. She tumbled to the floor with a thump, landing on her back with her skirt still up around her waist. She pouted defiantly.

I pulled off my damp jeans and kicked them behind me. I stood over her in just my boxer shorts now, beginning to feel more and more aroused by the sight of her indignity.

“Dirty girl. Strip those off this instant.”

She hesitated. Her eyes flitted between my face and my twitching boxer shorts.

Reluctantly, she slowly lifted up her bottom to pull off her soaked underwear and tossed them carelessly aside.

She lay there, her legs straight and her arms at her side. She was breathing heavily, staring at me with questioning eyes.

I blinked at the exposed sight and was briefly jolted out of the game. My friend had almost completely waxed his pubes, including his thighs, leaving a small triangle just above his cock. I was impressed with the commitment.

She scowled at me.

“Don’t you want me now? Am I too filthy for you?”

She lifted her knees up, then spread her legs apart, bucking her hips provocatively. She sucked her finger and giggled coquettishly, fluttering her eyelids at me.

I dropped to my knees between her legs, my erection straining against my boxers.

She reached up, pulled me down to embrace her, body pressed against body. I freed my cock through the pocket on my underwear, pulled it harder, sought softness between her legs.

The logistical boundaries became apparent.

I initially pushed my hard cock into her soft scrotum, pretending I was rubbing it against her vulva.

I adjusted my position, lay on her, pushed my dick against her pelvic bone, and began to dry hump. I felt her cock harden next to mine.

Then she gently pushed me up with her hand, enough to give access to my erection between our bodies. She nodded approvingly at me to tell me she had an idea. She reached out for the wet knickers, wrapped them round both of our cocks then pulled me back onto her.

I could almost believe I was in her warm wet vagina.

Each mutual thrust squelched.

I put my hand down between her legs to explore, felt the wetness pooling between her thighs.

“You’re so wet” I murmured.

I closed my eyes.

I continued to thrust. Intense.

I increased my rhythm, faster, harder.

She wrapped her legs around me, her breathing also heavy and staccato.

We were both close now.

Then she stopped abruptly and tried to push me away.

Wide eyed, she shook her head.

“Wait; You can’t cum in me.”

I was too close now, I wasn’t ready to stop.

I paused briefly; she hadn’t used the safe word.

I knew I was too strong and kept her pinned to the carpet with my weight. I pushed myself up on straightened arms so I could watch her face, a look of shock and mild fear as I thrust against her one last time, cumming into the pissy knickers tangled round our erections.

Breathing heavily I sat back.

She reached down to touch herself.

“Watch me, I want you to watch me cum”

She pulled herself to orgasm quickly while I watched. She closed her eyes, bit her lip as she pumped with her fist.

She held her cock with both hands and came into the underwear, crumpled on her tummy, then sighed contentedly and relaxed. She opened her eyes to look at me, a happy expression on her face.

She looked down at the mess, then pushed the soiled knickers away with as little touching as possible.

“You were very good!”, I assured her.

“But I’d like you to go home now”.

A look of confusion and dawning realisation came over her face. I grew impatient.

“Come on. Chop chop. Get dressed, your bus’ll be here soon.”

Slowly, with great trepidation, she pulled the dirty knickers back on. They clung to her thighs as she pulled them up, grimacing slightly as she adjusted them at her waist.

She protested but I chastised her. Good girls don’t go out without underwear.

She stood up and flattened her skirt, straightened her tie and tucked her shirt back in.

I towelled my thighs and pulled on a clean pair of trousers.

We left the house. When the door clicked shut behind us it was as if the veil of the game was lifted.

We crossed the road to the bus stop. My friend shivered despite the warm evening air.

We waited a few minutes during which time we reflected on the performance.

I told him how hot I found the afternoon. He laughed sardonically, joking that his briefs were anything but hot right now. He widened his stance slightly and said he wasn’t looking forward to the ride home.

I appreciated everything that he did for me.

The bus rumbled up to the stop.

I thanked him again for the afternoon.

He climbed onboard and paid without looking back to me as I waited on the kerb.

I watched my friend walk down the aisle to find a seat.

He sat, wincing slightly as he settled uncomfortably on the seat, then turned to peer out of the window at me.

I waved as the bus pulled away.

Framed in the window, I saw the schoolgirl once again in her filthy soaked knickers, humiliated and undignified while the passengers remained totally oblivious.

I got hard again thinking about it and turned to walk quickly back home, desperate to wank myself off again at the thought of her indignity.