CHRISTINA'S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 7 ]

The next Saturday, Emily drives us both to school. It’s her week for character building class and she does have a driver’s license, so it works out for her to drive me. On the way there, I keep looking at her, which only makes her nervous. I’m wondering if I’ll see her in the dungeon.

“Do you know in advance who does your training on Saturday?” I ask her. I’m just curious to know if she finds out when she gets there or if she already knows.

“Yes,” she says. “It’s posted on Friday afternoon. Today I’ve got Mr. Crawford,” she says. “I had him once in third grade and once in seventh grade. He usually doesn’t do any girls except for his precious seventh graders. Kind of odd, but he’s OK. I’ve had worse.”

I just turn away and busy myself with counting trees as they go by my side of the car. I’m thinking this could be the worst day of her life and maybe the best day of mine. As soon as I get into Mr. Crawford’s classroom, I burst out, “My sister Emily?!”

He smiles like maybe he’s Santa Claus delivering my Christmas wish. “I told you that acquaintance is an opportunity to really build character. This will be good for her. But, does she know?”

“No, she just mentioned in the car that she’s assigned to you today.”

“And you didn’t say that you’d be here?”

“No, I didn’t want her to turn around and drive back home.”

“Good,” he says. “Go wait across the hall until she’s in the room. You can wait in the alcove outside and she won’t see you. I don’t know how she’s going to react. This might be a pretty big strain even for a good Wayward Girl like her.”

So, I’m waiting outside as I hear Vanna and Emily coming. I can hear Vanna say that something is wrong if Mr. Crawford has two girls today and they need to straighten it out. That’s when Emily says, “I don’t care, as long as I don’t run into my little brother today.”

I hear the door open and shut and then I come across the hall. I wait just a few seconds and then open the door slowly and quietly. I hear them greet Mr. Crawford. “Two girls, Mr. Crawford?” asks Vanna. “It’s that a bit unusual?”

“Not if there are two of us,” says Mr. Crawford. “I’m training a new staff member.” I can see them through the crack in the door, so I push it open and step in.

Emily tosses her head around, that long blond hair flying back over her shoulder. She goes absolutely white as she stares at me. Vanna covers her mouth as a gasp comes out. I’m halfway into the room when Emily gets her voice back, “Oh, hell no,” she says turning back to Mr. Crawford.

“What did you say, Emily?” snaps Mr. Crawford, clearly surprised at Emily’s language.

“He’s my little brother, Mr. Crawford,” says Emily.

“I know that, Emily.” He pulls out a pair of handcuffs, glinting silvery in his hand, and steps toward her. He spins her around, but she struggles. I am right there at the right moment to grab her around her waist and hold her hands steady for Mr. Crawford. I hear the click of one cuff and then the other.

“Remember what I told you about how to control a girl?” Mr. Crawford asks me, peering over Emily’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yes, Mr. Crawford, sure,” I say and step behind her. She is fighting, her head tossing angrily around, but as I grab her wrists, I pull up. She bends at the waist and then kneels down.

“William,” she gasps at me. “Please don’t.” Mr. Crawford puts a red rubber ball in my other hand. I look at it for a moment and then realize what it’s for. I look at him for assistance, like to hold her hands while I gag her.

“You have to learn to do it yourself, William,” says Mr. Crawford. So, with one hand I keep her bent over and use the other hand to stuff the ball between her lips. There’re two ropes dangling from the ball, so I try to tie them behind her head. She gets up, so I have to wrestle her back to her knees. This time I put my weight over her shoulders and manage to keep her down while I tie her gag in place.

I stand her up and practice using her arms to push and pull her around the room. She is furious, but can’t defy me when I really bear down on her.

Mr. Crawford steps in front of her and eyes her. She’s already breathing heavily through her nose from the struggling. “We’re going to do something a little different today, William,” he says to me while looking straight in her eyes. “Usually I like to do a little classroom time and then go downstairs. Today I’ve reserved a private room in the detention center. I’m going to fuck Vanna silly and you can do whatever you want with Emily.”

“Ummmphfff,” screams Emily into her gag, her eyes wide with fear.

I force her back to her knees and then almost into a ball. Then, I reach under her skirt and pat her panty covered ass. “Jesus, Emily,” I say to her. “Four hours of whatever I want with you.”

The two girls are still in their school uniforms as I walk Emily behind Mr. Crawford and Vanna. Even Vanna who participated in framing Emily on my first day seems shocked at the incestuous character building that’s about to occur. But, she has been obediently silent while Emily has been rebellious.

The private room is small, but has room enough for the four of us. There is a table right in the center of the room. Ropes, gags, paddles, and other things line the walls. By now the fight is pretty much gone out of Emily. She glares at me as I slide down her skirt and panties. I remove her shoes and socks. Finally, I pull off her blouse and bra until they are wrapped around her wrists. I get a few seconds to admire her body, running my hands over her full tits and nice, round ass. I’ve switched her and she’s blown me, but this is the first time I’ve touched her like this. She blushes as I fondle her.

Mr. Crawford strips Vanna, but she is secondary in my consideration. He backs her against the wall and chains her in place, and then comes to help me. He has a plan for what is going to happen to Emily. We lift Emily up so she is kneeling right on the edge of the table. Then he shows me how to tie her calves securely to the table.

The two of us take all our clothes off. The two girls are already nude and the implication is that we are ready for action now.

He wraps a rope around her wrists and starts tying her arms together. With that done, he removes the cuffs and then her bra and blouse are free to come all the way off. “A little lesson in center of gravity, William,” says Mr. Crawford. He ties one end of a rope to Emily’s wrists and then ties the other to the far side of the table. There’s a little bit of slack in the rope as he steps in front of Emily. He starts to reach for her and then says, “No, she’s your responsibility for the day, you do it.”

Do what? I’m wondering, but I step up right in front of Emily to the place he just vacated. “Grab her nipples and pull her forward. Don’t worry, she’s not going to fall off.” I pull her forward and she leans over the edge of the table and into empty space. Then the rope behind her goes taut and she’s hanging out over the edge of the table, her eyes wide with fear. Cool, my nude sister looks like the figurehead on the bow of a ship.

Mr. Crawford goes over to attend to Vanna, leaving me, my sister, and my imagination alone. For starters, her position looks like she is offering her tits to me. I examine the silver dollar sized nipples, running a finger over the aureole. She squirms, her eyes pleading for me to stop. I reach up and pull her nipples again, but this time she is already as far forward as she can go. All she can do is whine as I stretch her nipples out a couple of inches. I suck on her nipples to make them hard and then pull them again. Looking around I see nipple clamps, so I put them on her.

I take a moment to walk around her. She is straining as the rope pulls her arms back. Her legs are spread about shoulder width apart, giving my hand easy access to her pussy. But the position is going to keep me from poking her with my cock, so I don’t think this is going to last long. Still, I can take advantage of her total vulnerability to touch every inch of her lovely body and with each new intrusion I can hear from her whines just how much I’m building her character.

Mr. Crawford looks like he’s about to fuck Vanna, but he comes over long enough to show me another trick. He pushes a button on the wall and the table lowers. He points at her mouth and my cock. Oh, duh, I get the idea. I lower the table until it’s almost on the floor and her mouth is at the right height for my cock. Then, I take out her gag and push my cock in her face.

“William?” she pleads.

“Oh, hell, Emily, you’ve already done it once. Besides, I know that you have ten and a half years of Wayward Girl training. You know better than to argue with me and I know I will have to punish you for every time you do. Now open wide and… and say please may I suck cock.”

“Please may I suck cock,” she says and opens her mouth wide. She’s pretty much stuck in position, so sucking cock is more like getting fucked in the mouth as I pound my hips forward and back, sinking my cock to the hilt in her lovely mouth and then pulling back out.

As I feel my cum start to rise, Mr. Crawford is right there watching. That’s a little disconcerting, but it’s too late to stop. “Don’t swallow it,” he says to Emily. Seconds later she has a mouthful of my cum. A little bit runs down her chin. Her mouth opens to show me that she’s got a big load of cum inside.

Mr. Crawford pulls Vanna around in front of Emily. “Feed it to her,” he says. “Go ahead, Vanna, I want every drop of that cum in your mouth. And you don’t get to swallow it either.”

I watch in horny amazement as Vanna’s tongue probes at Emily’s open mouth. She laps up some of the cum and pulls it into her mouth. She presses her lips over Emily in a deep kiss as she sucks the cum from Emily’s mouth. The two work at it for a couple of minutes with Emily pushing and Vanna sucking. Finally Mr. Crawford is satisfied that most of it is inside Vanna.

“Now back again,” says Mr. Crawford. But he pulls Emily’s head back so all Vanna has to do is drool it back into Emily’s waiting mouth. “How’s that look, William? Watching your sister play with your cum.”

“Pretty cool,” I say.

“Now dribble it on her tits,” says Mr. Crawford. He positions Vanna under Emily so that as Emily spits it out over her chin, it dribbles down and falls on Vanna’s tits. I have the first inclination to examine Vanna’s tits. She has grapefruit size tits, but her nipples are barely the size of a dime. It looks odd, pretty exotic, and reminds me that there are all shapes and sizes of girls to sample at the school.

He’s not done making them play with my cum. “Now let her lick it off,” he says to Vanna. Now Vanna puts her cum covered tits right in front Emily. Emily’s tongue snakes out to lick the cum right off of her friend’s tits. The cum playing has pretty much run its course as Emily swallows between licks.

That was pretty hot to watch, but I’m still only semi-hard. I owe Emily a spanking so I pick up a paddle. Her ass is pretty available, I just have to work under the ropes. “You cursed this morning, Emily,” I say, making sure she knows why this is coming. “That wasn’t very ladylike and I know that a Wayward Girl isn’t supposed to curse like that.”

“No, William,” she says. I swat her firmly and she lets out a low gasp. Remembering that Mr. Crawford thinks I spank too gently, I make sure that she gets five good ones from me.

“Now, what should be the punishment for fighting and struggling all the way down here?”

She’s got to be feeling pretty puny and helpless. I could do anything I want to her. At the chance to name her own punishment, she says, “Nipple clamps, William?”

Oh, right, she’s wearing nipple clamps. “Nipple clamps all day then,” I say. “To remind you not to struggle.” I catch a wave from Mr. Crawford and look at him. He shakes his head. Nipple clamps is not a good punishment?

I step closer to Mr. Crawford. “Take them off every 30 minutes for 30 minutes and then put them back on. It’s about time for them to come off. Don’t want her nipples permanently flattened, do we?” I have to admire his control. He’s on his back with Vanna bouncing up and down on his cock. He’s still listening to me and took the time to let go of her great tits to wave at me and correct my decision. He has a dreamy, silly smile as his hand goes back on that firm D cup tit.

“Nipple clamps for a half hour every hour,” I announce and remove them. “Now then,” I say, trying to sound like a teacher, “Wayward Girls keep track of their obligations. What else do you deserve punishment for.” I’m just testing. I know I owe her a spanking or something for arguing with me when I removed that gag and expected her to blow me.

“Umm, let’s see,” she says. “I called you my little brother twice today. I fought over the gag when I knew I deserved it. I’ve been thinking very bad thoughts about you. And I should have sucked your cock without talking back. I think that’s about it.”

Wow! She’s been keeping track. “So, for calling me your little brother, we’re going to do that,” I point at Mr. Crawford and Vanna as she rides him in the top position. It looks pretty cool.

“Ummm, William,” says Emily. “We’re going to do that anyway.” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “That’s not considered punishment.”

“Emily, I can’t believe there is a standard punishment for calling a staff member her little brother. Now, I will consider the slate cleared if you ride me like that while saying… um… fuck me with that big cock of yours, William.”

“OK,” she smiles.

“Twice. You have to say it twice… for calling me little twice.”

“OK.”

“Now for fighting over the gag, I think I’ll tie you on your tiptoes for 30 minutes and give you three swats.” Yeah, right after I cum in her pussy and need 30 minutes to recover.

“OK, William.”

“For talking back. Jeez, Emily, your ass is gonna get pretty sore. What do you recommend?”

“Did you shower this morning, William?”

“Yes,” I say. That’s something that dad told me was required for Saturday school. I never questioned why.

“After I get down from the 30 minutes on tiptoe, I’ll show you what my punishment is.”

Hmmm, wonder what that will be? “OK, then just that matter of the bad thoughts. Can I really punish you for that? I mean, aren’t your thoughts private? Shouldn’t I reward you for not letting on… well, you did let on by arguing and struggling… and you’re being punished for that, so no punishment for bad thoughts.” It just seems wrong to me to punish her for thinking something.

“Thank you, William,” she says. “I guess you’re right.”

“So, we’re all straight? No more misbehaving?”

“No more misbehaving, William.”

I lean her back and untie the rope attached to her arms. Then I untie her calves. For the first time in quite a while she can stretch. She rises from the table that is still almost at floor level. Her hands are still bound behind her, but she can stretch her legs and arms. “Lie down,” she tells me.

When I lie down, she straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock. It slides deep inside her wet pussy and I wonder why she is so wet. Is she as turned on as I am? She starts sliding up and down, slowly. Pretty soon I’ve got my hand on her tits and probably have this dreamy, silly smile on my face. She’s taking her time and looks like she’s enjoying it as much as I am.

I look over at Mr. Crawford, wondering how he had the concentration to be watching me while Vanna did this to him. He’s straddling her stomach and sliding his cock between her tits. Emily puts a hand to my face and pulls me back to her. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours, William,” she says. Hell, the way she says it, she doesn’t ever have to say it again. I’m happy. Then, she picks up the pace.

She gets this really hot look on her face. It’s like she’s drilling right into my head and she says, “Oh, fuck yeah, William. Squeeze my tits and fuck me with your big fucking cock.” She lowers her body down over mine and her pace is frantic now. Her face is inches from mine and I can feel her hot breath as she pants from excitement and exertion. “Fuck me with your big fucking cock, William,” her husky voice is a low growl.

Suddenly she shoots straight up, her body reaching for the sky while she still fucks me furiously. “Oh, holy fuck me, William. With that… big… fucking… cock.” OK, she’s cumming. She wouldn’t do well in a game of no cum right now.

“Ride me, Emily,” I say. “Fucking cum for me, Emily.” She’s totally lost control, bucking and squirming like she’s gone crazy.

She looks down at me. “You fucking cum for me, William.” As she says that, I can feel her tighten the muscles of her cunt. Suddenly I’m getting squeezed like never before, yet the pace of her body hasn’t slowed. “Fuck me, William. Cum in me. Squeeze my tits and shoot inside me.”

It comes like from out of nowhere. I mean, I was close to cumming, but suddenly I am cumming like gangbusters. I’m half expecting to pin her against the ceiling like that girl in Scary Movie. But, she just keeps bucking and squeezing until there is not a drop of cum left in my life.

She collapses on top of me, our sweating bodies heaving in unison. I’ve never loved anyone like I love my sister right now. But, then my whole body is full of hormones and lust at the moment.

“Tiptoes now?” she asks as our bodies separate by an inch.

If Mr. Crawford wasn’t there, I’d call it a day and take her home right now or let her take me home. How much character building can I do in a day? But, he is there, so I rouse myself, untie her wrists, tie her to the ceiling, and pull her up to her tiptoes, just barely.

“William,” she whispers. I move closer. “Two inches higher, put on the nipple clamps, and kiss me.”

In what order? I kiss her, pull up the ropes, put on the nipple clamps, and kiss her again. As I pull back from the second kiss, she whispers, “I want nothing more than to be a teacher at this school, so I’m paying attention to every little detail. That was an inch and a half higher. Do another half an inch or it won’t hurt enough.”

I pull her up another half an inch and watch her suffer for the next 30 minutes. It’s erotic in one way to watch her squirm and battle the pain, but… now I’ve got this bond with her. Damn, I don’t want her to hurt, but I know it’s for her own good.

Mr. Crawford pulls himself away from Vanna long enough to pull me back in front of Emily. “She lost control pretty significantly,” he says. “Screaming fuck me William and all sorts of things. What are you going to do about that?”

I’m a fast learner. I look at him and say, “Absolutely nothing, Mr. Crawford. She is not my lover or my wife, but she is my sister. If she can’t lose control in front of me, then who the fuck can she lose control in front of? Her feelings and her emotions and her loss of control are safe with me.”

“Point taken,” says Mr. Crawford, who turns his attention back to Vanna. The man has shown considerable control for the past two weeks, but now that he’s decided on a day of debauchery he knows how to have one of those. Vanna is sucking his cock seconds later as Emily is straining on her tiptoes.

I leave Emily alone for a few minutes and then step in front of her and play with her tits. Then, I go away for another couple of minutes before returning to caress her ass. I keep that up for the entire 30 minutes, tits, ass, cunt, tits, ass, cunt. With the 30 minutes about gone, I spend more time on her cunt, bringing her near to orgasm. “You’re an asshole, William,” she breathes as I step away for the last time.

As the 30 minutes expire, I remove the nipple clamps and whisper back to her, “And you’re a hot bitch, Emily.”

I start to lower her, but she says. “Three swats, William, for talking back.” She considers my moment of hesitation and says, “Three swats, William, and I’ll know if they aren’t hard enough.”

I pick up a paddle and two hand it against her ass. “Sheeeet, Willi… Yeeeeee, aahhhh, W-w-w, eeeeeeeee, aaaahhhhh.”

I set down the paddle. “Hard enough, Emily?”

“Hunh, hunh, hunh, hunh,” she replies in painful gasps.

I lower her and untie the ropes at her wrists. There was one more punishment promised and it’s her choice. I’m not sure what it’s going to be. But, I know that she won’t forget. She’s kept me straight so far.

“We’re all straight after this, William?” she asks.

“All straight,” I agree. “But we’re not done with character building.” It’s not even 11 o’clock. There’s so much more time after whatever she has planned.

She pulls me back until she’s against the wall, chains and ropes hanging around her. “You could tie me to the wall, William, and do whatever you want with me. You have over an hour. Fuck me, put it in my… ooo, my mouth again, But, I’m about to make you really, really hot and happy. Know what I want?”

“No,” I can barely get the single word out as she rubs against me.

“I do this, I want you to make me do character building on Vanna.” She looks at me for a couple of seconds and doesn’t like the answer that my questioning eyes give her. She shakes her head ever so slightly. “You make me…” she emphasizes the word make and winks, “… lick her tits. You make her… “ again that emphasis on make, “…eat me out. Let me pretend I’m a teacher and she’s my student for Saturday school. Got it?”

I nod. She likes the answer in my eyes now. She wants nothing more than to be a teacher at the school. She wants to be a teacher today – for an hour.

“Bend over and stick your ass in the air, little brother,” I bend over, but glare back at her. “I earned that,” she says. “I said it more than two times.” Then, she spreads my ass cheeks and I feel a warm, soft probing at my asshole. I look back again and see her face pressed against my ass. She’s licking my asshole! As she does that, I feel her hand cup my balls and then stroke my cock. Wow, so this is why I shower every Saturday morning.

The feeling is incredible and I let her do it for a couple of minutes, but there comes a moment when it feels like I might cum. I don’t want to shoot my cum on the floor. I’m a wrestler, so I reach back and place my hand against her inner thigh. Using that as leverage, I do a switch on her and suddenly, to her surprise, I’m behind her. There is a second of pause as I spread HER ass cheeks and then poke My cock up that inviting, tight, little, brown asshole.

In the space of three seconds I’ve gone from having my asshole licked to poking my sister up the Hershey Highway. “No way,” she gasps as I sink to the hilt.

“Way,” I say as I pull back and push in again. One, two, three, I stroke and then I’m cumming. I fill her ass with cum and pull out. Exhausted, I fall to the side.

I don’t know how many times Mr. Crawford has cum, but he’s looking pretty wiped out as well. For the moment, Vanna is simply tied to the wall and he’s sitting on the floor recuperating.

I sit down next to him, making sure our bodies don’t touch… ewwww. “How about I make the two girls do stuff together for a few minutes,” I suggest.

“Sure, William,” agrees Mr. Crawford. “Give us time to recover.”

Vanna is tied to the wall, so I simply raise her up to her tiptoes. “Emily,” I growl at my sister. “Get over here.” She comes closer. “Stick out your tongue.” She sticks it out at me. “Now, use that pretty tongue to make Vanna’s nipples hard.”

Emily leans to her requested/assigned task. I wonder if she’s done this before. They’ve been classmates for their entire lives. Have they licked each other’s nipples before? The thought is lost as I watch Emily enjoy herself with Vanna’s tiny little nipples atop those big tits.

”Now, kiss down her belly and lick her pussy,” I tell Emily. She shoots me an angry look and I know this isn’t part of her script. As she gets lower and I can whisper to her, I say, “Take her right to the edge and stop.”

For a couple of minutes, I watch as my big sister licks Vanna’s pussy enthusiastically, getting her friend near orgasm. Then, she pulls away. I lower Vanna to her knees and the positions are reversed. Vanna laps at Emily’s pussy and I kneel next to Vanna, whispering so Emily can’t hear. “Imagine she’s a teacher,” I say. “She’s making you eat her pussy. How many times have you done this, Vanna? As a first grader, a second grader? How many pussies does a Wayward Girl eat on the way to graduation?”

To her credit, Vanna doesn’t react to my taunting. She just keeps licking until Emily cums. I look over at Mr. Crawford who is sleeping peacefully on the floor. I look at my watch. I have 30 minutes left until lunch and I have two juniors at my disposal.

“So,” I say, looking at the two girls. “Emily, get Vanna down from the wall.” When Vanna is free of her chains, I say, “Contest. Who can make me cum. Emily, you sit here. Vanna, you’re here.” The two kneel in front of me. “Emily, you go first.” She takes my cock in her mouth and sucks up and down. Thirty seconds later, I say, “Stop. Vanna.” The other girl sucks me in and uses her thirty seconds. “Emily.” My sister takes her turn. What a power trip for me to be commanding two junior girls to suck my cock.

As I feel the urge to cum, it’s Vanna that’s working my cock this time. “Don’t swallow,” I tell her. Her eyes gleam with the knowledge that I’m going to cum in her mouth. She continues to suck as I fill her mouth with my cum.

“Emily, go get it,” I say.

The two girls are once again engaged in that battle over transferring my cum from one to the other. This time it is my sister who is eagerly seeking out the prize. Successful, she opens her mouth to show me that my cum is now in her mouth. Without command, she leans forward and begins the process of transferring it back to Vanna. I watch with growing arousal as the two girls swap their spit, my cum, and their very souls.

“Dribble it on her pussy,” I tell Vanna, the current owner of my sperm. She leans over Emily and lets the cum leak from her mouth and entangle with the light curls on Emily’s pussy. “Now, lick it off her pussy and swallow it,:” I tell Vanna. “Make sure she cums before you’re done.”

As Emily cums, I can’t avoid noticing that my cock is hard again. I’ve cum three times this morning, but there is a demanding need yet again. I grab Emily roughly, mostly for Vanna’s benefit. “I need to cum again,” I tell her. She nods. It’s pretty obvious. “You want it or should I do Vanna?”

She looks a little confused and hurt and then says, “Why not me?”

“Well…” I say, dragging out my reasoning. “At first you seemed pretty opposed to the idea of letting me fuck you. So, I could build your character by fucking you again. Or, since you seem to like it now, I think it might build your character a little bit more if you watch me fuck Vanna.”

“You like her tits?” she asks, sounding disappointed.

I look at hers. Emily has large nipples atop C-cup tits. Vanna has those tight, almost little girl nipples atop larger tits. “They’re different,” I venture.

“You fucking like her tits,” says Emily. “It’s OK.” She still looks disappointed.

“They’re different,” I insist. “No really, Emily, you have nice tits. But, a guy wants to try out variety. Besides, you’re the only Wayward Girl in the world that I can’t marry. Let me give her a try.”

She kisses me like a sister shouldn’t and for a moment I think she’s still trying to convince me to let her have a go with me again. “Go ahead,” she says. “I’m not really upset.” She kisses me again and says, “Thanks for making her lick me.”

I lay down on the floor and let Vanna mount me. It’s every bit as thrilling as I expected, yet she is not the one for me. Emily is exciting and willing, yet she is too forbidden. Somewhere out there I hope there is a Wayward Girl for me.

After lunch, Emily is the first one eliminated in dodge ball. I’m the first staff member selected. I know this has been arranged, so as soon as we’re alone, I say, “Let’s go home early. I’ve cum four times today. I’m done.”

We laugh and ditch school early. We decide to hang out a while before going home. Dad might ask question if we get home before 2. When we do get home, mom and dad are both waiting for us. “How was the day?” asks mom.

Emily looks at her and says, “You knew?”

“Knew what?” asks mom.

“Cut the bullshit, mom,” says Emily. “You never meet me on Saturday and ask how the day went.”

“Your father told me last night,” says mom.

“And now you want to know what happened?” I ask. “What goes on at school stays a school.”

“We can go to school and ask the same question,” says dad.

“None of your business,” I say. “I gave Emily a character building lesson today just like you expected.” My parents stare at me with reproach in their eyes. “If you want to know more…I’ll… I’ll… I’ll tell you when my cum is in mom’s belly.”

“William!?” says mom.

“Billy!?” says dad.

“No, really,” I insist, trying to capture in words the logic in my mind. “You and mom have secrets, umm, intimate moments. What happened today at school is private between Emily and me. There are… ummm, lines, umm, boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed, like me and mom, together, in bed, and then like what happened today.”

Mom looks at Emily. “Are the two of you still talking?”

“Yes, mom,” says Emily. “We’re OK with what happened today.” She sounds just a little sarcastic to me as she says, “My character is so much better this afternoon than it was this morning.” OK, more than a little. “We’ll survive. But if you’re so damned concerned, you should consider the consequences before you let him ride me hard and put me away wet.” She turns on her heel and walks out.

Just as she gets to the doorway, she turn and says, “Actually, considering the number of times I’ve blown dad, I think it just fine for Billy to suggest that his cum belongs in your tummy, mom.” She leaves the room with the three of us looking uncomfortably at each other.