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Subject: {ASSM} "Call Me Daddy, part 2" {Pan} (Mf-solo, Mf, anal, cons, nc)
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Message from author: Part 1 was posted last month, and you can find it at
www.asstr-mirror.org under the author "Pan". If you don't want to read the first
part, I think I wrote it in such a way it could be a good stroke story all
by itself. Enjoy.
"Call Me Daddy, Part 2"
by Pan (c) 2000
10/9/2000
Joseph Piller started having sex with his foster daughter
several weeks ago. Initially he had just wanted to get
Alexandra out of his house. Taking care the problematic
ward of the state was his church-attending wife's idea,
not his. When he discovered that Alex was dealing in
drugs at St. Bonnaventure High School, he was immediately
elated at the chance to turn her back into the juvenile
detention system, but she had begged him not to send her
back. The sixteen-year girl who had nothing nice to say
and no fear of authority was honestly scared. She was
determined not to go back to juvenile, and she promise
that she would do ANYTHING to stay out, even be the
perfect daughter to Joe and Mary. He kept her to that
promise, and more.
The "more" was sex. Alex was actually a pretty girl, once
one got around her abrasive, punk personality. She stood
five foot three, and weighed a light one hundred and five
pounds. She had blond hair, and large green eyes that
were so light they were almost transparent. She was half
Latino, which touched her mostly in the sharpness of her
eyes and her mouth. When her body was not covered with
ugly punk clothing, she was a shapely girl on the
threshold of womanhood. Her breasts were full in a good
pear shape. They were just less than a handful, perfect
for Joe's tastes. Her hips shot outward from a narrow
waste, and a she had a small butt with plenty of curves.
At first, Alex offered up her body as incentive to keep
her out of juvenile, but Joe knew that she enjoyed it.
Joe himself was fairly handsome. At thirty-seven years
old, he kept his six foot three frame fit and well
muscled. His once proud main of brown hair was receding a
little at the hairline, and much of its luster was lost,
but he still wore it proudly. Women still said that his
gray eyes were "sensually smokey". Joe also knew how to
please a woman, not that Mary took advantage of it enough,
but his foster daughter was a girl very much in the need
of pleasing. Being young and raging of hormones, an
experienced older man could easily push the right buttons.
In time Joe learned how to push just right for Alexandra.
Now he could bring her to climax almost every time.
Alex was behaving a lot more agreeably in general. She no
longer talked back to Joe or Mary. She went to school
MOSTLY regularly, her grades went up, and best of all: no
more parent-teacher conferences. Part of this was due to
the threat of juvenile, but Joe knew it could not all be
it. First off, after he made fun of her "punk" look, and
how it was unbecoming of a "lady", she started dressing
more properly. She still wore her eyebrow ring and tongue
stud, but a smaller ring, and she no longer waved her
pierced tongue at strangers walking by. Plus she started
to grow her blond hair out from its short spiky form. It
was not long enough to pull back yet, but she was starting
to look like a girl.
Joe did not have sex with her every moment of the day. He
had to get around Mrs. Piller and his youngest daughter,
Jane, who still lived in the house. But Mrs. Piller spent
much of her time at church, and Jane was sixteen years old
like Alex, and had her own busy life. Time spreading
Alex's legs apart was not hard to find. On many occasions
Jane and Mary would be both out of the house for various
reasons, leaving him easy access to his sexy foster
daughter. He also had a small office in the back of his
house. Actually it was a separate structure, which he
used as an office away from the house. Some nights he
would sometimes go there to do extra work, and, on the
premise of getting her away from distractions, Alex would
go there too to do homework.
It was one of those nights when Alex bounced through his
study door full of energy. Joe was there, wearing sweat
pants and an old Yale t-shirt, working at his desk.
"Hey, Joe," she said grinning at him. "Mom sent me to do
my Spanish homework. Does daddy want to go over my
Spanish tongue?"
Her book bag was still on her back, a big anarchy symbol
was stitched on its outside. Standing there she wore
white drawstring pants which hung on her legs loosely
until they reached her wider hips, where they snuggly fit
her soft curves. She also wore an old button sweater. It
had probably belong to each of Joe's three daughters at
one point, and its once red color had almost faded to pink
and its neckline was so loose that it exposed one of her
shoulders. Her blond hair was growing out, and she had to
push it to the side to get it out of her eyes.
"Make yourself comfortable, sweetie," he said as he
continued to read a law book. Books were all over his
desk, as he was actually preparing a difficult case.
She then started closing the blinds to his small office
making sure they could not see the house, nor the house
them.
"I also brought daddy a treat, so he doesn't have to work
so hard." She came over to his desk - or rather slinked
over, really, and placed a beer in front of him. She then
sat on the desk and crossed her legs with a grin, and
looked at him expectantly, waiting.
"Why thank you, honey," he said as he opened the beer,
took a sip, and continued to read his book. Out of the
corner of his eye he saw her jam a hand between her
thighs. Her green eyes looked around in consternation.
She began to rub her inner thighs uncomfortably. He
laughed to himself. She wanted to be fucked, he thought,
but he decided to let her simmer.
"Why don't you sit yourself on the couch and do some
homework. I have an important case to prepare."
She had such a shocked look on her face that he almost
burst out laughing, but he controlled himself just in
time.
"Uh - okay..." she said. It was routine for him to have
sex with her seconds after the blinds were closed.
Usually he would violently bend her over his desk, pull
her pants or skirt down, and have a quick one to start the
night off. Staring at the desk, she had the most puzzled
look on her face. Joe knew she was wondering why her face
was not planted on that desk right at that moment. She
took her book bag, and sat on the couch confused.
For about an hour he continued with his work, and watched
Alex from the corner of his eye. She tried to do her
homework, but was fidgety. She could not concentrate, and
would occasionally stare at him, sometimes the walls, and
then back at the textbook. Near the end of the hour her
hand was resting between her legs, right up against her
crotch. Her book was opened, but she was not paying it
any attention. She squirmed on the couch, and her hand
was slowly rubbing against her sex.
"Alex, don't do that," he said. "That's a lewd habit for
a grown woman."
"Sorry." And he went back to his book.
In a few more minutes, she was no longer studying, and she
just sat there staring off into space. She bounced her
knee pensively as she mindlessly caressed the spine of her
textbook. Smiling at himself he got up and went to her.
She immediately made room for him as he approached the
couch, and a big smile came across her face.
"I think it's time to take a break," he said.
He sat down next to her, and she immediately straddled
him. He was only wearing a pair of sweat pants and a t-
shirt, so he felt the raging warmth of her vulva as she
sat on top of him. She was already damp and soaking
through her pants. She put her arms around his neck and
smiled even more broadly. He put his hands on her butt
and her back, feeling the small curves of her pretty body.
"What would daddy like to do with his little girl tonight?
I feel really naughty tonight, daddy."
"Really? I was just thinking we'd watch some TV," he
said.
"But... I..." She again was surprised.
He laughed out-loud this time. Holding her back with one
arm he threw her back onto the couch. While on top of her
his other hand clenched her crotch through her drawstring
pants. He felt her already wet lips through the thin
cloth.
"Aah!" she gasped at the suddenness of his grip.
"Or did you want this?" he asked as she smiled back at
him. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the contact on her
body.
"YES! Yes, daddy. That's what I want. Oh god, I want to
be fucked by my wonderful father. I've been dying to get
jacked up by my daddy all night."
"Daddy's little girl is a horny cunt, isn't she? You've
been looking forward to getting fucked all day, right?"
"Oh..." was all she could moan as he started to massage
between her legs. "Yes. Daddy's little cunt's done
nothing but fantasize about getting fucked by you all day.
I'm a very dirty bitch, please fuck me."
He quickly undid her pants, and pulled them off revealing
her young sex with minute traces of blond pubic hair. Her
labia were swollen, and some moisture already glistened at
her entrance. She spread her legs around him as he pushed
his crotch against hers. He was excited, but he resisted
the urge to plunge into her. Slowly he undid her sweater
and exposed her plump teenage breasts. He did not even
bother taking the reddish-pink sweater off before his
hands went to her naked flesh below him.
"Oh god, it feels so good when you fondle my tits, dad.
Ueeeengh... they feel like they're burning."
Her nipples stood up at his touch, and he pulled them
teasingly. He then lay on top of her, and started kissing
her. Her full lips met his, and his tongue explored her
teenage mouth. It was small and cute to his touch, and
her tongue met his eagerly. While he sucked on her mouth,
he sent a hand down to probe her vagina. She was already
drenched before he went in. Sliding two fingers in, he
explored her tight cylinder. She was getting the most
regular sex she had ever had in her life, but at sixteen
years old, her vagina could only be stretched so far, and
was still pure heaven on his thirty seven year old penis.
His member ached with anticipation. He pumped her with
several powerful finger thrusts, each producing a moan of
pleasure from her. Then he abruptly stopped, and sat up.
Her legs were still around him as she looked at him
confused.
"What's wrong, daddy?"
"Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes. Fuck yes."
"Make me believe it. Beg for it." She tried to raise
herself to him, but he placed a hand on her chest pushing
her back down. She took it, and sucked eagerly on his
finger. He touched and played with her studded tongue
before finally taking his finger out.
"Please, daddy. Please fuck me. I'm so hot and wet wet
wet! I want you inside me."
He then took a handful of breast in one hand and with the
other began massaging her clit. Her mouth was now wide
open and panting large breaths, and she jutted her chest
forward and spread herself wide for him. He continued for
a few moments, and then stopped again abruptly. She
struggled with one his arms trying to move it between her
legs again, but planted it again on her chest to hold her
down.
"FUCK! You BASTARD! Just FUCK ME! God... damn it," she
said squirming her small teenage body under his arm.
"Beg, sweetie. Beg, and daddy might give you what you
want."
"Oooh... daddy! Please continue. Your little girl needs
to be touched right NOW. My little pussy needs you inside
it so much. Please fill me, daddy. I want it so bad I'm
in PAIN! Don't let me suffer like this."
He then pulled his pants down, and pulled out his raging
penis. Situating himself on top of her, he touched the
head to her clit, and used it to massage it and her labia.
Everywhere except actually inside her. Her face framed
with long blond hair looked down at it as if it were
salvation incarnate. She struggled with her legs to
impale herself on him, but his larger two hundred plus
pounds easily held her off. She wrestled to a fevered
level to have intercourse with her foster father, but he
would only gently caress her vulva with his tip.
"Daddy, put it IN damn it. Please, daddy. You're cock is
so wonderful. I want it inside me, please! My cunt wants
it so bad! I'll do anything to have you fuck me, daddy."
"ANYTHING?" he asked. "What else can you give me? Don't
I already have EVERYTHING?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Daddy has all of me. My body is yours.
I do whatever you say. I am your obedient slave, daddy!"
He took his penis, and rubbed it across the top of her
mound letting her blond pubic hair gently brush his head.
She looked down desperately at it. Her body jerked as she
tried to jut her pelvis onto his penis, but he continued
to hold her in place.
"No, you're not my slave. You're my sexy daughter.
That's why you belong to me."
With that he thrust inside her.
"Uuuugh! SHIT! YES!" She yelled. The office was far
away from the house, but even he was worried someone might
have heard. He pounded into her powerfully, but slowly.
He was in no rush, but she ground underneath him with
great effort. She tried to increase their pace, but he
kept her slow, savoring her tight eager body wrapped
around his penis. He felt his dick go all the way down
until he touched her cervix. She was slick as an oil
spill, so he slid out of her easily. He pulled himself
almost all the way out, which caused her to cry out in
displeasure, but her faced turned to pure joy when he
dipped deep again.
The inside of her burned. Fortunately he was on top so he
could control all their movement. Green eyes looked at
him eagerly, and her legs tried to urge him on faster, but
he just continued to methodically thrust into her.
"Thank you, daddy. Oh fuck me. I'm daddy's good little -
Aah - fuck me!"
In what might have been only a couple of minutes, she
came. She grunted in intense pleasure as she clenched to
his body like a vice. He could feel vagina pulsate around
his penis. He slid in and out of her a few more times,
thrusting every last drop of her orgasm out of her body
before he withdrew.
Her body went limp underneath him, and he contented
himself with holding her small form and suckling on her
perked breasts. He mashed them with his face, as she just
lay below him panting with disheveled blond hair just
covering her eyes.
"Damn. I didn't last long," she said in amazement.
"Daddy knows how to fuck his little girl."
"Of course. Nobody knows what you like better than
daddy." He leaned back, and she cuddled her body on top
of him. He traced his hands on her slender body marveling
at its good proportions. Caressing her butt cheeks his
hand passed over a red tattoo of a biohazard symbol.
"But you're not done, yet. Let me finish you off, daddy,"
she said as she sat up and bent over his penis.
"That's my good cock-sucking daughter," he said, but he
stopped her mouth from consuming his penis. "But I think
I want to do something else right now."
He got up and walked over to the table. She kneeled
upright on the couch, and took off the pink sweater.
Readiness was in her eyes, like a dog waiting to be
called. "Come here, sugar, and sit on the table."
She smiled and walked over. Her hips moved with a swaying
style he never saw before - at least not coming from her
tomboy attitude. She scooted on the desk in front of him,
sitting on a large law book. She spread her legs, and he
pulled himself against her starting to kiss her from where
he stood. He smiled at her as he pushed her shoulder down
on to the table. Spread eagle on his law books, she was
so deliciously available for him. He licked his lips in
anticipation, and his penis throbbed in sympathy. Opening
his right drawer he took out a small jar.
"What's that?" she asked noticing it. She propped herself
on her elbows to get a good view, and he held it out for
her.
"Lubricant?" Then realization dawned on her face,
followed by dread. She gulped once and looked at her
foster father.
"Daddy's going to fuck you in the ass tonight. Aren't you
excited and happy?" he asked her knowing she was not.
"Yeah... thrilled..." she mumbled. "Let's not do this
tonight, daddy. How about I just suck you real good,
daddy."
"Nope. No discussion. Now, spread wide and show me that
asshole of yours." She hesitated, but eventually gripped
the edge of the table with her hands, and opened her legs
wide exposing her already wet vulva and a meek anus.
Opening the jar he scooped out a finger full of lubricant,
and smeared it around the outer ring of her sphincter.
"Please, go slow," she asked. "Remember, I've never been
fucked in the ass before."
Taking another finger full from the jar, he put it
straight into her rectum. Her body jerked, shaking her
breasts, and she cried out in pain.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Daddy will ass-fuck you right. If
I go slow or fast, you'll like it. Right, sweetie?"
"Yes, daddy." She took a few worried breaths, and he
continued to work one finger inside her ass. It was even
smaller than her vagina, and he would have to lubricate
her up good so he could have enough slickness to even move
into her. He took a few more finger-full scoops of
lubricant, and then shoveled them into her rectum.
He then started moving two fingers worth of lubricant into
her.
"Uuugh!" she moaned in discomfort. "God! It feels like
the reverse of taking a shit!"
"I don't think you've ever laid a log as big as this," he
said as he placed his head on her slicked up asshole.
"SHIT!" she cried as he started to push into her. Bracing
herself she gripped the table as he entered her. The
first inch was the hardest, and even his penis felt in
pain.
"Uuungh!" she screamed as her eyes were closed shut, and
she gritted her teeth from crying out even more.
Her legs around him were starting reflexively push him
away, so he took an ankle in each hand, and spread her
apart. Her legs were in a wide "V" shape above her as he
started to push in further. After entering her that first
inch, he continued to advance inside with the weight of
his body alone.
"Hold on to that table, girl," he said opening her legs
even farther apart.
"Yes - uugh! - I will, daddy. HOLY FUCK."
Further and further he pushed into her anus, and she
gripped for her life giving him a stable body. He could
only get a quarter of his shaft in before he stopped. He
tried a couple strong thrusts just to be sure.
"UUNGH! UUNGH! Daddy, please! It's not gonna go in
anymore!" So he slowly pulled back until he was only an
inch inside again. She exhaled in a small amount of
relief, but then he pushed pack down again. He worked the
restricted length for a few moments enjoying the wonderful
tightness of her asshole. Mrs. Piller had never let him
enter her ass. That just was not something "good" people
did. But he had done it with other more adventurous
women, but nothing was like the sensation of little Alex's
beautiful butt hole.
As he worked her, her sphincter started to relax, and he
started to get deeper into her. It took probably five
minutes of hard thrusting, but soon he was getting his
entire shaft into her. All the time he held her legs up
in the air, and wide apart in that "V" shape, and she held
onto the edge of the table.
"Damn, girl. This is sweet. I'm definitely violating
your ass more often. How do you feel about that?" Her
cries of pain were subsiding as her body became accustomed
to a large foreign object. But her face still showed a
little discomfort.
"Daddy, I can't wait for you to break in my ass. My ass
will open for you to fuck - uugh - whenever you like."
Soon motion became smoother as her body became accustomed
to unorthodox penetration. She was still tight, and Joe
could not imagine her stretching out any further than she
was. Her breaths became easier, and he saw the tell tale
flush on her chest. He took it as a sign to increase his
speed.
Gradually the discomfort in her face subsided. Not fully,
there was always a little hint in her eyes, but her mouth
opened in obvious pleasure. Looking down between her
legs, he noticed her vulva was getting wet. It was
already aroused from his earlier attentions, with her lips
opened wide, but now it demanded more attention. As his
penis plunged into her hole below her vagina, her vagina
excreted sweet smells to his nose.
"Play with yourself. Finger fuck your pussy while you
take it in the ass."
"Yes, dad," she said as she dropped on hand down to her
vagina and started caressing her swollen clitoris. With
her other hand she continued to hold onto the edge of the
table.
The sweet sight of Alex playing with her self on top of
the sensation of plunging into her anus was too much for
him. He began to plunge even faster, reaching that
feverish pace.
"Aah - oh, daddy! I'm starting to like getting it in the
ass. Oh geeeeez! I'm coming!"
"Me too, you pretty little bitch," he said as he shot his
long held off load into her ass. He pumped slowly as she
continued to beat around her clitoris, and several seconds
after him, she climaxed.
Drawing out of her, her asshole leaked his juices onto the
large law book. She laid back exhausted, spread eagle on
his desk. Smiling, he went for a towel, which he kept in
the office for just these occasions and wiped himself off.
"How was that, honey? Liked getting it up your anus?"
"Definitely not at first. But I think I can get use to
it. I'm willing to take it in the rear again, daddy. I
think if you butt-fuck me some more, I'll start liking it
real easy," she said as he came over to her. He then
started to wipe her down gently. She purred as he moved
the towel over her privates. Her legs curled upwards with
the pleasurable sensation. With his other hand he
straightened her blond hair out of her eyes.
"There you go. Clean as a brand new fuck toy."
"Thank you, daddy," she said with a broad smile on her
face.
"Daddy, I have something to give you. Something from
school," she said and jumped off the desk to get something
from her book bag.
Joe put his sweat pants back on, and sat at his leather
chair. She came back to him, still nude as a nymph, and
sat on his lap. She kissed him deeply, and handed him an
envelope.
"Please don't be angry," she said. He just looked at her
suspiciously and opened the envelope. Inside was a one-
page letter from her history teacher.
"Shit, Alex! I thought you were going to stop this!"
"I couldn't help it. It was stuff I missed. My grades
were doing so well, I didn't want to disappoint you with
one bad grade in history, daddy."
"But CHEATING!? On an EXAM?! AND he wants a parent-
teacher conference... TOMORROW?!"
"I'm sorry, daddy."
"Sorry's not going to cut it, Alex. I've kept up my end
of the deal: you're not in juvee and I'm not giving you a
hard time. Your end was to keep out of trouble. Now I
have to cancel plans tomorrow afternoon to show up to St.
Bonnaventure?!"
"I'm sorry, daddy... Wanna punish me?" She turned over
lying on her stomach and offered her round rump. She gave
him a hopeful smile.
"No!" he said and gave her a hard slap across the rear.
"Ooow!"
"Now finish your homework. I'm going back to the house
and talk to your mother."
"I'm sorry, daddy," she said as he stormed out. She
finished her homework that night, and began dreading the
next day.
Mary could not make it to the parent-teacher conference
the next day, and Joe could not decide whether it was a
good or bad thing. He figured that if he had to suffer
through this inconvenience, then so should his wife. At
least he would not have to hear her explode ranting again.
He had gotten enough of that the night before. When Mrs.
Piller heard that Alex had cheated on an exam that was it
for the rest of the evening. Joe had to sit through one
hour of high-volume complaints, and then another hour and
a half lecture from Mary to Alex.
Joe arrived at St. Bonnaventure around 4:00 p.m. The
Catholic high school was situated deep in downtown, right
smack in the middle of a bad neighborhood. It had been
there for over a hundred years, when the neighborhood was
better, but now it was an island of gothic architecture in
the middle of an urban warfare zone.
The office of Alex's history teacher was small. The
secretary had Joe wait outside until Mr. Baskerville
arrived. The secretary, an elder woman with thick
glasses, was really the shared secretary of the history,
social studies, and Latin teachers. Probably five offices
all together. Posters hung on every square inch of walls
detailing internship and study abroad programs available
to the students.
Joe had worn his dark suit and suspenders coming straight
from the office. He had to cancel an important
appointment to be here, and that did not do well for his
mood. Alex was the first to enter the office. She was
wearing her school uniform a red plaid skirt, white shirt,
and black blazer. She had just come from field hockey
practice, though, and her hair was damp from the showers.
Tendrils of wet blond hair crossed her worried green eyes
as she looked to find Joe. Seeing him, she came straight
to him.
"Joe, I'm..." she said, but he raised a finger to cut her
off. He just pointed at a bench across the room from him,
and she sulked over to sit.
Jane entered a few minutes later, her hair was wet from a
shower too, but she had had track practice just before.
She was very much his daughter with the full-bodied brown
hair and those unmistakable gray eyes. She sat next to
Alex with a grin in her eyes.
"You're gonna get fucked," Joe heard her whisper to Alex.
Jane had nothing to worry about; she was just here to get
a ride home. Alex glared back at his real daughter, and
flipped her the finger, but quickly put it away when she
saw he was watching.
Finally Mr. Baskerville arrived at 4:15 p.m. Joe fumed
inside for being kept waiting a whole quarter of an hour.
Mr. Baskerville was shorter than Joe by about four inches,
and he was older too. His body was getting a little on
the over-weight side, so they probably weighed the same.
His hair was almost all gone waving the flag of middle
age. He saw Jane and Alex first, and turned his back to
Joe. He wore a hideous tweed suite with a bow tie. He
glared at Alex, but smiled at Jane.
"Jane, how's my favorite pupil, doing?" he asked, and then
cupped her chin in his fingers. He caressed her chin and
spent a few moments staring at Jane.
"Great, Mr. Baskerville. This going to take long?" Jane
asked. Joe shuddered at how much of an apple-polisher his
own daughter was, and how much of a lecherous swine
Baskerville was.
"Not long. I won't have much to say as soon as your
father gets here. Things are pretty much clear cut for
Alex here."
"I'm here," was all Joe said as he stood up.
"Oh, there you are," Mr. Baskerville said letting go of
Jane's chin quickly.
"Jane, wait for us here," Joe told his blood daughter.
"Yes, dad," Jane said with boredom on her lips.
Joe, Alex, and Mr. Baskerville entered the history
teacher's office. Joe shut the door behind them, and
immediately regretted doing so. Closing the door made the
already small room seem even smaller. It was like a
prison cell. There was one small table in the middle of
the room where books and papers where piled in an un-
organized manner. Even though the table was small, it
barely fit in the width of the room. Mr. Baskerville had
to squeeze by the table and a bookshelf to get behind the
desk. Joe and Alex took the two wooden chairs in front of
the desk. Mr. Baskerville looked at some papers and
rubbed his sweaty hands across his baldhead.
"Mr. Piller," he began. "I have yet to tell the school
board or anyone about Alex's cheating, but I'm afraid
there's no other course of action. I will have to
recommend that Alex be suspended for the rest of the year
and repeat her sophomore year next fall."
"You SON OF A BITCH!" Alex screamed. "You never liked me
from the start, and even after I started pulling better
grades a month ago, you were still hard on me. You
concentrated that exam on material from over a month ago
KNOWING that I wouldn't know it. You're trying to flunk
me out on purpose!"
"SILENCE!" Mr. Baskerville yelled back. "That's no way to
talk to your teacher. Mr. Piller, it's behavior like that
which prevents Alex from being a contributing member of
St. Bonnaventure."
Joe remained silent, and took the opportunity to scan the
office. Mr. Baskerville had a pair of binoculars sitting
at his window. They were a very expensive pair from the
look of them. Joe knew that beyond this window was the
girls' practice fields. Searching Baskerville's hand, he
also discovered that he had no wedding ring on. He could
have chosen not to wear it, but Joe did not think
Baskerville could land a wife. Joe smiled as a thought
came to him.
"Yeah, she's a real bitch," Joe said.
Both Alex and Mr. Baskerville stared at him in shock.
"Well, she is," Joe said. "She's gotta be taught who's
boss. That's the way it is at home. If you can't reign
her in, she'll walk all-over you. I agree that you have
to punish her. How about this? Stand up, Alex."
"Why?"
"Just stand up." Alex stood up looking questioningly at
Joe. Mr. Baskerville was too confused to do anything.
"Now turn around, put your hands on the chair seat and
bend over."
"Now way!" she said.
"Now, Mr. Piller, I don't know what you're doing, but..."
Mr. Baskerville tried to add.
"Alex, that's an order from your father. Now bend over,
and touch that seat!"
"Yes, daddy," she said and obeyed. She bent over aiming
her posterior towards Mr. Baskerville.
"Now," Joe continued, "how about you give her a few good
swipes on the rump?"
"Mr. Piller! This is un-called for..." Mr. Baskerville
exclaimed but he stopped short when Joe lifted Alex's
skirt up exposing her pink, lacy panties. She tried to
jerk up, but he put a heavy hand on her back to keep her
down.
"I have to take my hand to this girl's ass every once in a
while to keep her in line," Joe said. "I think it would
be helpful if you, as her teacher, did the same."
"Um-uh..." Mr. Baskerville wanted to refuse, but Joe
could see the conflict in his eyes. Alex's butt was just
too tantalizing. There it was just staring him in the
face, framed by the a delicate pair of pink panties. Joe
chuckled inside again at how much Alex was trying to be a
lady for him. Her long legs were straight as arrows
showing well-muscled hamstrings and smooth calves. It was
all just too much for the history teacher as he began to
sweat bullets.
"Alex get on Mr. Baskerville's desk, and lie down on your
stomach," Joe said. Alex stood up and looked at her
foster father, but Joe's face had uncompromising written
all over it. She looked down defeated, and climbed onto
Mr. Baskerville's small table. The table was so small
that her feet dangled off of one end. Joe stood up, and
pulled the back of Alex's skirt up again exposing her
curvy cheeks to the open.
"Mr. Piller," Baskerville managed to choke up, "I don't
think we should do this."
"Come on, Baskerville," Joe said smiling. "She's a rotten
little girl. She deserves it."
Joe then pulled the back part of her panties down,
exposing most of her almost to the bottom of her butt
crack. Alex gasped, but remained obediently still. Mr.
Baskerville started sweating more, and he sent one hand
under his desk.
"Look, Baskerville," Joe said, "I know you're a dirty
fuck."
"What?" he asked.
"From one dirty fuck to another: that's okay. But you're
a dirty fuck who has something I want. And it looks like
my sexy little foster daughter here has some things you
want. And I could make her give you some of those things.
What would you want in exchange for letting Alex off the
hook?"
Mr. Baskerville licked his lips, and continued to stare at
Alex's exposed ass.
"Can I touch?"
"Be my guest, sir." Mr. Baskerville's hands gingerly
touched Alex's rear end as if it might disappear before
him. She recoiled a little at his greasy touch, but
stayed still after that. Joe petted her short, almost
shoulder length blond hair to calm her.
"She'll do whatever you say?" Baskerville asked as he
continued to pet Alex's round and fleshy butt. She was
soft, but had a firmness underneath from a combination of
field hockey and just being young. Joe knew that this was
something the nerdy history teacher had never before
experienced, and it showed in the way the teacher held his
jaw open in awe.
"Sometimes she forgets, but she'll obey. Isn't that
right, honey?"
"Yes, daddy," she said with her face in the desk. "I'll
do WHATEVER daddy says."
"Shit, man, you are so lucky. Do you know what it's like
to sit here all day surrounded by catholic schoolgirls?
It's a dream and a nightmare at the same time. And you...
you got this at home."
"Hey, I'm not a greedy man. I'm willing to share.
Doesn't she have the softest ass? I love how firm it is.
You can only get that from a teenager."
"Yeah," the teacher agreed continuing to lovingly stroke
Alex. After a few moments he asked, "Are her tits just as
nice?"
"Well, why don't we have her show you?" Baskerville took
his hands off her and took one step back. Joe patted
Alex's butt once affectionately and took her pink panties
off sliding them down her legs and past her black school
shoes.
"Okay, Alex," Joe said. "Get up and kneel on the desk."
She pushed herself up with her hands, and kneeled on top
of the papers. With her knees spread apart most of her
skirt hem touched the desk.
"That's my good good girl. Now be nice to Mr.
Baskerville, and take off your jacket." Alex looked at
her teacher with a little resentment but undid her blazer.
Joe then helped her take it off revealing the tight
fitting white button shirt, and he set it on the chair
behind him. Alex straightened her short locks to save
some modicum of dignity and crossed her arms. Mr.
Baskerville smiled as he looked at where her shirt was
tucked around her thin waist, and the expanse of material
around her chest. He then took off his own ugly tweed
jacket, exposing large moist areas around his armpits.
Alex was disgusted at the sight of her teacher sweating
like a pig, and lusting after her.
"Unbutton your shirt, honey," Joe said, and Alex began
unfastening each little clear plastic button. She dug out
what was tucked in her skirt, and unbuttoned it fully, but
leaving it mostly closed. Mr. Baskerville could see a
little cleavage and the hint of a pink bra. Joe shook his
head and moved behind her to pull her shirt open. Her bra
matched her panties, lacy pink, and made of soft material.
Their round shape dangled before Mr. Baskerville's hungry
eyes.
"You weren't very helpful, dear. Why don't you ask Mr.
Baskerville if he'd like to undo the clip on the front of
your bra?"
"Mr. Baskerville," Alex asked, "would you like to undo my
bra and see my tits?"
"First polite things you've ever said to me," Mr.
Baskerville said. "Don't mind if I do."
He moved up and caressed each breast with a hand before
unfastening the clip deep between her breasts. Free, her
breasts fell forward. Mr. Baskerville smiled broadly as
Joe came up behind Alex and pulled her shirt and bra apart
opening her entire front torso from her slender neck, to
her sixteen year old perky breasts, down to her flat
stomach. He himself reached around and cupped each breast
with a hand.
"You gotta feel these, Baskerville. They're as soft as
cookie dough, and just as sweet," Joe said massaging her
chest. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his
familiar hands. He touched her knowing exactly how to
arouse her. "Ask your teacher to feel you up, Alex."
"Mr. Baskerville," she said with her eyes still closed,
"would you like to feel up my tits?"
He let go, and Baskerville's hands took his place. Alex
leaned back trying to get away from Baskerville's touch,
but Joe gripped her arms and pushed her chest out.
"They're not huge," Mr. Baskerville said, "but they're big
for a girl as small as her. Real nice, Mr. Piller. Real
nice indeed. Can I suck on them?"
"Go ahead. She likes that. Give her a little teeth too."
Baskerville leaned over her chest, and took one of her
breasts in his mouth. She was a small girl, so he got
almost half of her breast in his large mouth. With one of
his hands he grabbed at her narrow waist, and the other
went to massage the other breast.
"Aah," she moaned.
"Very good, Baskerville. She's liking it." Joe gave Alex
a kiss on the head. "That's my girl. Are you going to be
daddy's obedient little slut?"
"Ungh - yes, daddy. I'm your obedient little slut. I'll
do anything you say, daddy."
After a couple minutes of fondling his student, Mr.
Baskerville stood up again.
"Can I feel her cunt?"
"Alex would love that. Isn't that so, dear?"
"Yes, daddy. I love it when my cunt is touched. Mr.
Baskerville can touch my pussy if it's okay with daddy."
"Sure, Baskerville, let's get this bitch ready to be
violated in her most private of privates. What do you say
to that?"
"Sounds good to me, Mr. Piller."
Joe took off her shirt and bra leaving her upper body
nude. He then undid both of her shoes and took them off,
including her short white socks.
"Lie on your back," Joe commanded, and she obeyed with her
head pointing towards Joe, and her legs pointing towards
her teacher. "Now point your feet into the air."
She did, and Joe saw Baskerville admiring the view from
underneath her skirt. Joe then grabbed the hem of her
skirt, and pulled it up and over her legs. Throwing the
red plaid skirt to the chair left Alex lying completely
naked between the two men. She covered her chest with
folded arms, and closed her legs feeling very exposed.
"Alex, put your hands behind your head, and open your legs
up." She obeyed. "There you go. A natural blond pussy.
And she's already a little wet."
Alex's pussy was still shaved bikini style, leaving only a
small patch of blond pubic hairs. Mr. Baskerville gently
touched her mound, producing sighs from Alex.
"Fuck, Piller, this is too much. I can't believe this is
happening," Mr. Baskerville said chuckling and almost
laughing.
"Check out how tight this bitch is. Have you felt
anything like it before?" Joe asked. Following
instructions the pudgy Baskerville plunged two fat fingers
into Alex.
"Aah!" she gasped in response.
"Shit. She's as tight as twelve year old virgin!" Joe
wondered about that statement, but nodded his head in
agreement.
"I need to slip my tube stick into your daughter, Piller.
Can I do that?"
"Are you going to let Alex off for cheating, AND be more
fair with her?" Joe asked, but Mr. Baskerville paused
thinking it over. He was still probing her vagina while
he was thinking about it. "Don't worry, Baskerville.
Nobody'll tell, and you gotta admit: she's going to feel
real nice on your dick. Just feel that fuck-hole! You're
not going to find much better, even throughout this
school. She's hot, right?"
Joe grabbed her by the ankles, and spread her legs open in
a "V" shape. Alex moaned as her teacher continued to
massage her vagina and her father held her legs open.
"Look at this fuckable bitch. You're not going to get
another opportunity like this ever."
"YES. Yes. Anything. She's off the hook. I just gotta
fuck her. Please, Mr. Piller."
"Dive on in," Joe said.
Alex watched carefully as Mr. Baskerville loosened his
size forty tweed slacks, and pulled out his penis. He was
not as big as Joe, but almost as wide. With Joe holding
her wide open, he inserted his penis into Alex. She
grunted at entry, but her teacher was not silent either.
"Shit! SHIT! This bitch is snug as a bug," Mr.
Baskerville said as he started to thrust uncontrollably
into Alex.
"Alex, did you hear that?" Joe asked his foster daughter.
"Mr. Baskerville is going to forget about the exam. What
do you think of that?"
"Thank you - ungh - Mr. Baskerville. Please enjoy fucking
me, sir."
Joe held his daughter's legs open wider to accommodate her
teacher's larger body. The sound of his loosened belt
clanged loudly against the edge of the table every time he
thrust into her.
"Damn it, Piller. You've go a cute little fuck toy here."
"Thanks, I know. Try thrust a little bit more upwards.
She really likes that."
"AAH!" she moaned in pleasure as her father instructed her
teacher exactly how to turn her on. Baskerville's plump
hands grabbed her torso, right on her breasts, and held
her firm as he drive more and more powerfully into her.
"How did you get her in line - uh - like this, Piller?"
the teacher asked Joe. "She's fucking delicious."
"It's a new foster care program. Fuck'em until they're
obedient, then fuck'em some more. I'll send you the
pamphlets." They both chuckled as Mr. Baskerville
continued to slap his pelvis against Alex.
Joe watched as Mr. Baskerville's roundish body thumped
against Alex's light frame. Her legs were relaxing in his
hands, and her chest was taking on the familiar rosy color
of arousal. Her eyes closed, and her breathing sharpened
as she continued to have intercourse with her teacher.
"Can I... come inside her?" Mr. Baskerville asked. "Or
should I pull out?"
"She's on the pill, so feel free to fill her up with as
much juice as you want."
Soon, he grunted, and held himself inside of her pumping
her with his middle-aged semen. He then pulled out, and
zipped up his slacks.
"Fuck. That was great. Thank you, Mr. Piller. You'll
get no more trouble from me."
"Very good. Thank your nice teacher, Alex."
"Thank you, sir," she said as she got up and began
gathering her cloths. After putting them on, Joe kissed
her on the head.
"That's my good girl."
"Am I no longer in trouble?" she asked hopefully.
"You're no longer in trouble," he said producing a large
smile on her face. Leaving Mr. Baskerville's office they
met up with Jane outside to go home.
"What happened?" she asked Alex eagerly. "Are you in
trouble?"
"No. I'm not in trouble. I'm not in any trouble. But
you were right, I got fucked."
THE END
P.S. - Special thanks to all the readers to who sent me suggestions on how
to write part 2. Getting all the suggestion in my inbox was kind of like
having my own personal alt.sex.stories. Very cool. :)
As usual, any words of criticism/commendation are welcome at:
pan_thepiper@hotmail.com
Peace.
- Pan
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