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The Junkyard Family Part1-8 (mf/mmf/ff/incest/teen)
by an84561@anon.penet.fi
The Junkyard Family is one of my personal favorites. It's about a
junkyard owner who lives in a huge rickety building on the edge of
the junkyard with his three sons and two daughters. One of the
daughters is a buxom brunette, while the other is a slender
tomgirl. There are a few NC elements here, but the story isn't
really NC. If incest bothers you, though, don't read it.
* * * * * * * *
Part One
Keri giggled into her palm, unsuccessfully hiding her reaction
to Lauren Henderson's dilemma. She wasn't alone of course. Brenda
and Amy were giggling too. The three of them stood a little apart
from their friend as she tried to find a way of turning down Lorne
Cunningham's invitation to a movie without hurting his feelings too
much.
The four of them, along with two dozen other teenagers, were
waiting for the bus home, the number eight, which wound it's way
through Kemmingham's less prosperous suburbs on it's way to and
from downtown and the airport.
Keri went to St. Patricks High, a reasonably good school,
surrounded on one side by private and semi-detached homes and on
the other by townhouse projects populated by the lower middle class
and a sprinkling of welfare recipients.
Keri didn't live in either area, which marked her as something
of an oddball. She'd had to fight that since she'd come here a few
years ago, and had largely succeeded in becoming "In", with the
right people. That was a major accomplishment, considering she
lived in a garbage dump and had a jockette suspected of lesbianism
for a sister.
Lauren returned to the little group, rolling her eyes in the air
as the others broke out in open giggling.
"What did you tell him?" Amy demanded.
"I told him my grandparents were visiting this week and I had to
stay around the house."
"Brilliant."
"Not really. He asked me about next week."
"What'd you say then?" Brenda asked.
"I said I didn't want to commit myself to dates that far off in
case something came up."
"He'll just ask you next week." Keri said.
"I know. God! You'd think he'd take a hint."
"I think he's kind of cute." Amy sighed.
"He's a goof." Brenda snorted.
"He's a little geek." Laurel scowled.
"He can't be worse than Dennis Howe." Amy giggled. She set off
the others, even Laurel, who'd had the misfortune to have gone out
with Dennis last month and barely escaped with her thinking
processes intact.
The bus arrived then and the four of them joined the crowd
before the door. The boys pushed in ahead, as usual, except for
Mike Hooper and Tommie Jones, who wound up right behind Keri. She
tapped Amy on the shoulder and pointed behind her. Amy rolled her
eyes and grimaced.
Keri stepped up the stairs finally, knowing without any doubt
whatsoever that the guys' eyes were locked onto her ass and trying
to see up under her miniskirt. She ignored them and followed the
others down the narrow aisle to the back.
The bus filled up quickly and then started up. Keri was wedged
in tightly between Amy and Tommie, not a good place to be since
Tommie was a noted pervert. The bus lurched and bounced through the
poorly paved streets, and Keri found herself pressed hard into
Amy's side, her right breast squashed against the short blonde's
upper arm.
Tommie was pressed into her too, though it was his crotch not
his chest. He looked casual but Keri knew he wasn't doing anything
to keep himself away.
Amy leaned forward, putting her hand over her mouth and against
Keri's ear.
"See if you can give him a hard-on." she said. Keri drew back,
laughing and shaking her head at Amy. She leaned forward and put
her mouth against the blonde's ear.
"You cocktease." She accused. Amy grinned and nodded, then
pushed her backwards against Tommie.
"Forget it." she said.
"Chicken." Amy taunted.
"I don't want his dick pushing against me!"
"It's not like he can do anything about it."
"You do it."
"You're there. Besides, I'm wearing these." She meant her baggy
green pants.
Amy's eyes were challenging as she looked back at her friend.
Keri sighed in defeat. This was a kind of game with them and it
wasn't really possible to refuse a challenge. She pursed her lips
and turned slightly to bring her ass more fully against Tommie's
groin.
Slowly, pretending it was the bus and not her, she worked her
behind back in little slapping motions against Tommie. Several
times she pressed herself hard against him, then kind of rubbed her
ass from side to side. It didn't take more than a minute for
Tommie's pants to sport a very hard bulge.
The little white mini she was wearing was extremely thin and she
could easily feel his erection pressed against her ass. She could
even feel it's size and direction. It was laying down his right
leg, pressed into her right buttock.
She moved a little to the right to bring his cock right up
against the center of her ass, right over her ass crack and pushed
back hard just as the bus bumped upward. She ignored Tommie
completely of course. Amy watched him out of the corner of her eye,
also pretending to ignore him.
The bus had emptied out a little by now and Lauren and Brenda
moved back to find seats. Amy grabbed her wrist and pulled her
after them. Tommie quickly pulled his bag over in front of his
pants. His face looked flushed and hot.
Keri sat down in one of the side facing seats next to Amy, and
the two of them commenced giggling madly. Brenda demanded and
explanation and then started chortling as Amy whispered it. She
turned and whispered to Lauren who opened her mouth in delighted
reproach.
They all looked at Tommie, who was just leaving through the back
door. Amy whispered something to Brenda who passed it on to Amy who
whispered it to Keri.
"Lauren says he missed his stop. He should have gotten off about
five stops back." She chortled gleefully.
"Boys are all sex fiends." Keri sighed.
"You just discovered that?" Amy grinned.
"Not hardly."
She crossed her legs, looking frostily at the middle aged man
across from her, who was staring at them. His attention wasn't on
her face so he missed the look.
Brenda got off with Lauren, then a few stops later Amy said
goodbye and pulled the cord. Amy was left alone in the mostly empty
bus as it made it's way further south to the largely empty
industrial area around the airport.
She spotted the big steel fence around her fathers' junkyard and
yanked the bell cord, then got off. The street was pretty empty.
There was nothing on the other side but waist high grass and a few
trees.
Her father's junk yard, or salvage yard as it said on the twenty
foot high fence occupied almost the entire street. It was an
enormous area, mostly filled with junked cars and small metal sheds
and shacks, along with the machinery necessary to turn a big family
car into a two foot square block of metal.
She walked in through the big gate and passed around the pile of
rubber tires and the giant sea of mud, then walked down a laneway
lined with automotive parts. She walked into the big steal and wood
shop that held her home. The front was a giant garage packed with
junked old cars.
Through there was where she and her family lived, a small
section of nine rooms that kept her father, four brothers and
sister, as well as her. It wasn't exactly a palace, in fact, it was
an incredibly ugly building that froze in winter.
The only redeeming thing about it was that she had her own room.
Her little sister, Jody had her own room too. Her brothers shared
their bedrooms, two in each.
Her dad had sold their house when their mother had died about
three years ago. He'd built an addition to the big, barn like
garage and moved them all in.
It was kind of an interesting place, at least it had been when
she was a kid. Now she was embarrassed to bring anyone here. It was
like living in a giant, ramshackle corrugated shed.
She passed Jason, bent over one of the cars in the garage, and
went in through the little door marked "Employees Only". That was
basically their front door. She walked down the narrow hallway to
the so-called living room and threw her bag on the chesterfield.
There was nobody there, as usual. Her Dad, Jason, Mark, and Joe
were all out working in the yard. Steve was still at school. She
turned and went down another hall to her bedroom, then went into
her own room and closed the door.
It hadn't been easy fitting in at St. Patricks living where she
did. She was still considered a little weird by some people.
She flicked on the television, and clicked the remote control to
the music station. Her dad had put together a satellite dish a
while ago, and hooked it up to the televisions in the house. The
never lacked for any kind of electronic toys, that was certain.
They never lacked for cars either, at least, the boys didn't.
All four of her brothers had cars, and her dad had three. All of
them had been junked by somebody but rebuilt by her dad and
brothers. It had taken her a lot of whining and yelling before
they'd finally put one together for her and it had never run
properly, which was why she usually took the bus to school.
Her father was a chauvinist pig of the first order, a blue
collar, hard working sexist pig who thought women were for the
kitchen and the bedroom. He had been surprised she'd even wanted a
car. Surely she could get a boy to drive her around, he'd said.
She sighed, and stripped off her mini skirt and blouse. Her
brothers had taken after her dad, which made it practically
impossible to live around here. There wasn't any alternative
though, not if she wanted to finish high school and go to college.
She wasn't sure what she was going to take in college, something
involving paperwork that would get her a high paying white collar
job. She didn't intend to work with her hands like her father did
and her mother had. She hated her father, and wasn't terribly fond
of her brothers either. She had no intention of working at Chicken
Delight for minimum wage for the rest of her life however.
She stripped off her bra and panties and walked over to the
dresser. She picked up a brush and began running it through her
hair, examining herself in the mirror as she did. Perhaps her looks
were one of the reasons why her father and brothers refused to take
her seriously.
They were all so ignorant and sexist that they figured any girl
with big breasts must be a dumb helpless bimbo.
She rubbed a hand under her right breast, cupping the malleable
orb gently. She had big boobs all right, thirty eights. They were
round and heavy on her chest, and attracted boys like honey did
flies.
She had a gently curving waist, nicely sized hips, and a pair of
magnificent legs. She turned casually. Her ass was pretty good too,
she noted.
Her best feature though, was, she thought, her hair. It was long
and luxuriously thick. It fell around her pretty face and dainty
shoulders in cascading waves of coppery brown. She smiled, posing
for the mirror. She was hot looking, accepted it with a kind of
casual nonchalance, and coped with the results as best she could.
That meant a lot of wrestling with boys who thought like her
family, that a girl with big tits was an easy make.
She put on a robe and sunglasses, picked up a radio and suntan
lotion, and walked down the hall to the narrow stairway that led
way up to the roof.
The roof was a good fifty feet above the yard, and covered in
little stones and tarpaper. She set her things down and pulled out
the lawnchair she kept up here, then unfolded it and took off her
robe. She propped a two by four under the doorknob to keep any of
her brothers from coming up and settled down to get an all over
tan.
She picked up the lotion and spilled it onto her palm, then
slowly began rubbing it onto her body. She oiled up her shoulders
and chest, rolling her hand in slow circles over her breasts until
they gleamed in the sunlight.
She poured some on her legs and ran her hand up and down the
long, lithe limb, then did the same to the other. She lay back and
poured some on her belly, sighing as the coolish liquid pooled and
then dribbled down over her belly button and into her pubic hair.
Her hand went to her crotch, catching the oil before it slid
off. She started rubbing it over her belly, then down her hips and
thighs. Her oiled hand glided across her soft warm skin, sliding
down between her legs to rub easily across her pubic mound.
He fingers felt the shallow indentation of her cleft as they
passed over it. She straightened her index finger and pressed it
between her cunt lips, sawing it back and forth indifferently.
She thought about Tommie Jones and what she'd done on the bus.
She knew, she absolutely, positively knew, that he would masturbate
while thinking about her, that he would jerk off as he fucked her
senseless in his mind. She wondered if he'd do it in the shower
after school or wait until he went to bed tonight. Maybe he was
jerking off even now, thinking about her beneath him, legs spread,
breasts swollen...
The idea excited her. She was used to boys and men lusting after
her by now, but the way she could turn them on without even trying
still filled her with a kind of egotistical pride. She knew from
living with her four brothers the way boys thought and acted.
Probably every boy in her class at school had jerked off while
fantasising about fucking her. Why, she'd been fucked silly by
dozens of boys who had never even touched her. It had been done in
their minds, where she was helpless. She wondered sometimes, about
what they did to her while fantasizing.
Once, after she'd fucked Mike Allan, she'd asked him if he'd
ever jerked off while thinking about her. He'd gotten kind of red,
but admitted he had, not once, not twice, but dozens of times. That
had been an eye-opener.
He'd been reluctant to tell her what images he'd played out, but
had admitted that she'd been all kinds of things, whore,
prostitute, rape victim, nurse, secretary, and policewoman among
others. They'd done the dirty deed in every imaginable position, in
all kinds of unlikely places.
None of them had come close to matching the actual event, he'd
assured her. He wouldn't be any more specific. She would have liked
a detailed description of at least one of the fantasies. Had he
tied her spreadeagled on a big bed and then fucked her mercilessly?
Maybe. Maybe he'd taken her on her hands and knees like a bitch dog
in heat.
Her hand had been unconsciously working at her crotch while she
was thinking. It was rubbing back and forth over her glistening,
oily pussy mouth, her finger sliding back and forth between her
tight cuntlips as she daydreamed. She found that she was getting
turned on by thinking about Tommie, and Mike, and the ways they'd
used and abused her in their fantasies.
How many times, she wondered, rubbing harder at her crotch, had
the boys she knew made love to her. Had she screamed and howled in
ecstasy as they'd poled her?
She dug her middle finger in deeper, sliding it into her tight
little pussy to the first joint, dipping it in and out. She pulled
both her legs off the lawnchair, pulling them apart to open up her
crotch more. Her finger pushed deeper, wiggling in to the second
joint.
She wished she could read their minds. What was Tommie doing
now? What was he thinking? She imagined him in the shower, his
cock, an enormous hard erection, covered in soap as his hands
worked back and forth over it.
She'd seen Joe last month jerking off in the shower. He hadn't
locked the door and she'd snuck in to get her makeup case. The
curtain had had a six inch wide crack between it and the wall.
She'd been unable to resist, and had peaked in.
Joe had been leaning back against the wall, his eyes closed.
Both his hands were folded around his cock as he rubbed them back
and forth. His cock had been big, but not huge. It had been very
hard though, with the little helmet bloated out at the end.
She imagined Tommie doing that now, jerking off his hard cock
while he thought about her. She guessed she was down on her hands
and knees, him behind her, his cock ramming into her cunt from the
rear. She closed her eyes as the image rolled through her.
Her finger pushed into the knuckle in her cunt as she rubbed her
other fingers over her clitty and mound. She squeezed her greasy
breasts, mashing them from side to side. Her hips started to slowly
hump upward against her finger, which as deep inside her and
wriggling around like a snake.
She started pumping the finger in and out of her twat, moving it
easily as the suntan lotion on her cunt was pushed inside her by
her dipping finger. She slid a second finger into her cunt, humping
harder against them as she imagined all the boys in class jerking
off while fantasizing about her.
She gripped her left nipple between her thumb and finger and
rolled it around. It was long and hard, pointed towards the sky as
her aroused body made her breasts expand and harden.
All the boys in class were with her then, forming a huge ring
around her naked body, fighting to possess her. Cocks touched her
all over, hard erections that rubbed against her arms and face and
breasts and belly an back and thighs and legs as the boys crowded
around.
Then there was a cock in her mouth and another in her cunt, both
pumping madly away. Hands caressed her body, squeezing and fondling
her all over as the excited boys crowded around. One after another
stuck their hard organs into her body and pumped her, then spewed
forth a long gushing fountain of sperm.
She was fucked continuously, her belly filling with sperm, her
body cumming and cumming as the boys gang banged her without
relief.
Mark swung the hammer again, cursing as the joint refused to
give.
"Try it from your side." he said.
Joe clambered up the far side of the long crane and pounded with
the long hammer he held. Still it refused to give. They needed this
crane to lift the cars up and drop them onto the pile. If they
couldn't fix it themselves, they'd have to call in a repair guy
from the company, which would cost a fortune.
Mark wiped his dirty hand across his sweating forehead, shaking
his head tiredly. He looked around the yard as Joe hammered on the
other side again. The view from up her was terrific, not that there
was much to see. It certainly wasn't worth climbing up the long
length of the crane's arm for.
He glanced out near the back where his Dad was busy working with
the crusher. He'd be awfully pissed off if they couldn't fix this
thing.
"Hey Mark, take a look over there." Joe's voice was amused.
Mark looked around the crane at him, then back to the garage
where he was pointing. At first, he didn't know what he was talking
about, then he looked upward onto the roof. They were slightly
higher than the roof here, and he could see that someone was on it,
a girl, a naked girl.
He whistled under his breath and laughed. It was Keri,
sunbathing from the look of things.
"Think she can hear us from here?" he chortled.
"She might jump off the roof." Joe snickered. Mark watched for
another few seconds, before turning back to the crane's arm. His
sister had some fucking body, he thought.
"Hey look at that!" Joe sounded startled and a little excited.
"Would you stop peeping at your sister?" Mark growled.
"She's jerkin' off."
"What?" He turned around and looked.
Keri was lying flat on a lawnchair. He could see her legs were
pulled apart, her feet off the sides of the chair. Her hands were
in her crotch and... on her tits! He swallowed in surprise as he
saw her ass humping up and down, doing slow circles on the chair.
As the two of them watched, spellbound, Keri's back arched,
rising high, her body bowing and holding still for an agonizing
long moment. Then she dropped flat and lay still as death. They
continued to watch for almost a full minute, as if turned to stone.
Then Mark cleared his throat and tore his eyes away.
"Get back to work." he growled.
"Shit! Did you see her... "
"I said get the fuck back to work!" Mark snapped. He hammered at
the joint with his mallet, trying to ignore the immense boner in
his pants, and trying not to think of his little sister.
Keri lay there in the sun for most of an hour before finally
picking up her things and going back downstairs. She never saw her
brothers. She put her robe on. It was a cheap one, and she'd wash
it later, then went downstairs again.
She got a towel and went to the bathroom to shower off. It was
locked. She sighed and leaned against the wall. There was a thump
off to her left, and a few seconds later Jody rushed past, flung
her bag into the living room and went into the kitchen.
Jody was almost as bad as the others, Keri thought. The jerks at
school were wrong to think she was a lesbian. She didn't know how
she knew that, but she was certain of it.
Jody was a tomboy all right. There was no doubt about that. Keri
was sure she wasn't hot for girls. She didn't think she was hot for
boys either. She didn't think Jody cared about anything but sports.
The little twerp was on every freaking sports team the school had!
Jody came out of the kitchen, holding a sandwich. She waved at
Keri, her mouth full of food, and went into her room, banging the
door shut. Keri shook her head. When she'd been Jody's age, she'd
already been out dating seniors. Jody didn't date at all.
Maybe, she thought, if the little jerk would wear decent
clothes, instead of those sweatpants, sweatshirts, and jeans an
sneakers she always wore. The jeans weren't even tight or designer
jeans. The ones she wore would have fit a boy as well as a girl.
The shame of it was that Jody was cute, not sexy, drop dead,
glamor girl hot, but cute nevertheless. A small pert nose, lightly
freckled at the top, big blue eyes, and short, but really nice
golden blonde hair.
She had a pretty decent body too, if Keri was any judge of
things, and she was. It wasn't as good as hers of course, but it
was plenty good enough to attract the boys, if the kid would only
wear the kind of clothes that would let them notice, and not those
dull baggy things.
Last week, the two of them had had to help the boys around the
yard. Donald Morgan had dropped by then, his eyes had passed over
Jody quickly, like all her boy friends, then had shot back so fast
it was a wonder he hadn't given himself whiplash.
It had been hot, and the work heavy. Jody had been wearing a
pair of shorts and a thin sleeveless t-shirt tied under her breasts
like a halter. There had been absolutely no disguising the fact
that she was female in on that day.
Her small round breasts stuck out against the thin cotton, her
nipples little points against the yellow material. Her figure was
thin, but hourglass shaped, designed to catch the boys eyes. Don
had been astonished. Jody had ignored him, answering his
attempts to strike up a conversation with casual indifference and
moving off with a load of garbage. It was as if the stupid girl
hadn't even noticed the way he'd been looking at her. Don had
watched her round little ass until she turned a corner, then moved
over to where she'd been pretending not to have seen him.
The bathroom door opened, jerking her out of her reverie. Mark
came out. He looked startled as he saw her, his eyes widening in a
doubletake. Keri looked down at herself to see if her robe had come
open or something.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothing." he said, looking away. He walked past her and down to
the kitchen.
Weird, she thought to herself.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door, then tossed her
robe in the far corner and turned on the shower. It only took a few
minutes to wash the suntan oil off herself.
She was careful not to get her hair wet. It would take her an
hour to dry it properly and she'd have to do that again tomorrow
morning anyway. She turned off the water and pulled the towel down
off the hook, then rubbed herself dry.
She was about to reach for her robe when she remembered that it
would be covered in oil. She tsked, and wrapped the towel around
herself instead. It was big enough to cover her boobs and behind...
just.
She opened the door and walked down to her room. She passed Joe,
who also stared at he strangely. What was with these guys anyway?
Maybe she'd gotten sunburned in the face or something. She turned
around to ask him but then Steve came around the corner, almost
colliding with her.
"Watch where you're going." she groused.
"Don't block the hall, miss beauty queen."
"Up yours." she sniffed, turning back to her room.
She felt his hands on the back of the towel, but before she
could grab it he'd pulled hard, tearing the thing off her and
leaving her naked.
She screamed and ran into her room, her hands trying to cover
her fleshy bouncing breasts and crotch at the same time. She
couldn't, of course, cover her ass, which was facing Steven. He
laughed uproariously as she ran into her room and slammed the door
behind her.
* * * * * * * *
Part Two
It was her job to get dinner of course. Jody had to help, but
the girl was hopeless in the kitchen and mostly did the cleaning
up. It pissed her off that the boys could just come in and sit
down, while she had to do all the work, but her father was
unmoveable. They were men. They worked hard all day. Hell, Steven
just went to school like her and Jody.
She resisted the temptation to toss the mashed potatoes in
Steven's face when she brought them in and set them down on the
table. He grinned cockily at her and she glared fiercely.
"Jody. Take off that hat." her dad ordered. Jody looked up at
the baseball cap she wore and sighed, then took it off and threw it
across the room onto a chair.
"No hats at the table. How many times I have to tell you guys
that?" he demanded, ignoring the fact that Jody was a girl, as he
often did.
"You and Joe get that crane working?" he asked Mark.
"Yeah. We had a bitch of a time doing it though."
"Watch your language around your sisters!"
Her brothers were all big guys, easily over six feet tall, but
her dad was the biggest. He had an enormous barrel chest that came
from lifting and hauling heavy objects every day for year after
year. His skin was tanned darkly. His hair was short but neatly
combed for dinner, as always.
The boys did what he said more because they knew he could beat
the shit out of them then because he owned and ran the salvage yard
they worked at and was their dad. They were a crude, chauvinistic
bunch, Keri thought, but at least her dad had some manners.
She returned to get the rest of the food, noting that Joe was
looking at her oddly again. She wondered what that was about. She'd
checked herself in the mirror. She didn't look odd.
"I got made assistant captain of the basketball team." Jody
announced.
"Well, good for you." her dad said.
"Huh. Girls basketball." Steve sniffed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she glared.
"How could you even make a basketball team short stuff?" Mark
grinned.
"I'm not short, okay!" She was exactly five feet three, no
matter how she tried to exaggerate it.
"You ain't no giant." Jason laughed.
"Midget basketball." Steve chortled.
"Fuck you guys!" Jody snapped.
"I said watch your language at the table and I meant you too
missy!" her dad growled.
"Sorry." she said, not sounding very.
Keri dropped the last of the food on the table and sat down next
to Jody.
"Why do you keep wasting your time on all those sport things?"
she sighed.
"You could have plenty of boyfriends if you'd give it half a
chance."
"Boyfriends? She's too young for boyfriends." her dad said,
confusedly.
"Oh, Daddy. You're so silly." Keri groaned.
"I don't want any stupid boyfriend." Jody glared fiercely.
"Who'd want to be your boyfriend?" Steve laughed.
"Some little midget boy." Joe taunted.
"She's too young to be dating." her father stubbornly
maintained.
"Daddy. I was dating when I was her age. Hell. I was dating
years before I was her age.
"That's cause you got big boobs." Steve sneered. He didn't dare
say tits around their father.
"Up yours." she answered.
"Jody ain't got no boobs." he laughed. "Nobody'd want to date
her."
"You shut your yap, boy." her father said, slapping the table.
"All of you shut up and eat."
After dinner, Keri went to her room to study. She intended to
get a scholarship to university. She knew her old man had enough
money to pay her way if he wanted to, but didn't think he would. He
hadn't for the boys, not that they'd shown any signs of wanting to
go anyway.
If she got a scholarship she figured she'd be able to prove to
everybody that she wasn't some dumb big chested bimbo. Maybe then
they'd start taking her seriously and stop treating her as a sex
object.
Jody finally finished doing the dishes and threw the towel down
in disgust. Everyone else had long since left the kitchen and
dining room, going about their rotten business while she'd been
stuck here slaving away. She gave a low curse and walked out into
the hall.
She saw Jason slouching on the couch watching a wrestling show
on the TV. There wasn't any sign of anyone else. She walked down to
the bedrooms, passing Keri's closed door. She glanced at her watch.
It was still pretty early. If she hurried, she could have a shower
and go out and meet the guys for a little poker before it got too
late.
She grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom. She looked at
herself wryly as she stripped off her sweatshirt and pants, then
skimmed out of her jockey shorts and halter bra. She wished she'd
been born as a boy. Boys got everything they wanted. They had
everything easy.
She sighed and turned on the water, then stepped into the
shower, thinking about the game tomorrow with Markham high. She was
the best scorer on the field hockey team, and knew she'd wipe out
the Markham team.
After a quick ten minute shower, she turned off the water and
stepped out onto the floor, dripping water. She wiped her hair and
body quickly, then grabbed the blow dryer. In another five minutes
her short hair was combed dry and more or less neat.
She was almost finished when there was a tap on the door.
"Gimmie a couple of minutes." She called out.
"Open the door." Her father called. Shit.
She pulled on her pants and slipped the sweatshirt over her
head, then turned and pulled the door open, tossing her head to get
the bangs out of her eyes. Her dad pushed her back and stepped
inside, then closed the door behind him. He moved against her, his
arms going around her and pulling her against him.
"Dadddeeeeee." she complained. His hands grabbed her behind,
squeezing her soft ass cheeks through her pants. His lips came down
hard on hers, mashing against them wetly. His tongue pushed against
her lips, sliding between and into her mouth.
He pushed her backwards against the counter, his hands roving
quickly over her body.
"I... I gotta go." she whined. "I'm supposed to meet some
people."
"They kin wait." he gasped. "I won't take long." His mouth slid
down her throat, his teeth nipping and chewing on her tender flesh.
His hand slid into her pants and cupped her pussy mound firmly,
squeezing upwards.
"Unggghhhhh." she gasped as he squeezed harder.
His mouth covered hers again, his tongue sliding back and forth
between their lips as he rolled them against hers. His hand slid up
from her crotch and up under her sweatshirt, shoving it upward over
her breasts. He bent and kissed her right nipple, then sucked it
into his mouth and suckled heavily.
He squeezed her breast as he sucked it, sliding his hand up and
down her smooth, flat belly and under the elastic of her pants to
cup her crotch again. He rubbed his hand back and forth over her
pussy, then stiffened a finger and thrust it up inside her.
Jody was pushed backwards across the counter, her legs kicking
out sideways as she sought to maintain her balance. Her cunt was
wide open and vulnerable as her dad began to pump his finger in and
out of her. His thumb flicked over her clit, sending jolts of
sexual energy into her frame.
He bit down on her nipple, holding it between his teeth as he
pulled his head back. He pinched the nipple, pulling it outward,
stretching it painfully and distending her small soft breast.
"That hurts." she groaned, trying to push his face away. He
would have no resistance however. He seized both her wrists and
pulled them above her head, holding them tightly together in one
big hand as he continued to paw and fondle her lithe young body.
Her ass cheeks ground into the sharp edge of the counter as he
lifted her off the floor and pulled her pants down. He jerked them
over her knees and off, throwing them on the floor. Then his hands
were on her hips, lifting her forward off the counter and quickly
twirling her around.
He grabbed her sweatshirt and jerked it up and off in one quick
motion, leaving her naked. He pushed her forward across the
counter, his foot kicking her legs apart.
"Spread those legs, baby." he panted, his eyes staring at her
gorgeously proportioned ass cheeks.
He caressed them reverently, his hard, callused hands scraping
across her flawlessly white fleecy soft skin. He slapped his hand
down suddenly, squeezing his fingers tightly as he grabbed a
fistful of her meaty ass and laughed in pleasure.
"You got a sweet little ass here, honey." he snickered.
He pulled out his cock. It was ten inches long and as several
inches thick. He'd seen guys with longer cocks in his life, though
not many, but he'd never seen any with a thicker boner than his. He
pointed the head at his daughter's tight little blonde cunt opening
and jammed it forward.
He grunted in satisfaction as he felt her pulpy cunt meat press
against his cock head. He rubbed the head up and down her slit
several times, pressing deep, then centered it against her hole and
pushed forward. Jody gasped in pain as the thickness of his massive
cock pried her cuntlips open and began to work it's way into her
body.
She gripped her fingers in tight fists against the counter top
as the air hissed through her teeth. Her little cunt lips spread
and spread before the relentless forward drive of her fathers
massive cock head. It buried itself fully between her tightly
stretch cuntlips and lay there throbbing with power for a few
seconds, then the assault continued as it moved forward into her
cunt tunnel.
She felt he thick cock tool cleaving her tight elastic tunnel,
forcing it far apart as it slowly drove into her hole. Inch after
inch after inch slid forward, moving down the length of her fuck
tunnel to the very end of her cunt hole.
It pressed against her cervix and still moved forward, cramming
more of itself inside her until she felt her dad's big round hairy
balls pressing against her crotch.
He sighed in pleasure, his hands sliding over her ass meat,
squeezing and rubbing the soft skin. His hands moved upward,
rubbing up and down her back, then moving onto her shoulders. He
gripped her shoulders and pulled her upward off the counter,
jerking her upper body up and back against him.
The edge of the counter dug into her hips as she perched
precariously on her toes, legs spread wide. Her father hunched
forward slightly, spreading his legs to keep himself at her level.
His hands gripped her waist tightly, then slid around under her
arms, and cupped her small breasts tightly.
He began to mash and squeeze them roughly, for he wasn't a
gentle man. Even his slow entry so far was more out of necessity,
caused by her tightness, than out of any consideration for her. Jim
Conner had never known or been taught to give consideration to his
sexual partners.
His sex had always been fast and rough, with his girlfriends,
with his wife, and then after she'd died, with Jody. It really
didn't matter that much to him that she was his daughter. Their
fucking had begun almost as an accident, when he was tired and
drunk and she'd come home late from, stoned on grass for the first
time.
What had started as a spanking, with her across his knees and
his hands cracking down on her bare buns, had changed to fondling,
then finger fucking then an all out doggie fuck. He'd put her on
her hands and knees and rammed himself into her from behind.
It had been an almost natural act to him, taking a woman as she
ought to be took. He probably wouldn't have thought about doing it
with his own daughter had the circumstances not conspired against
them. She'd been to dazed to put up a fight or even protest.
After that though, well, the damage had been done. She wasn't no
virgin anymore, and he saw no reason why he shouldn't be able to
poke her now and then. She had a fine little body after all, and he
thought it would be kind of a waste for it to go around unused now
that it wasn't virginal.
Now he jammed his fuck tool high up inside the girl's belly,
luxuriating in her cunt's tight squeezing action around his shaft
and the tight grip of her cuntlips around the base of his pole.
He drew back, pulling the long, fat length of his organ from her
hot, silky depths, then pushed forward again, drawing a grunt from
her as the mammoth prick thrust up between her buttocks and high
into her guts.
He began humping against her, ripping his cock in and out in
fast little jabs. His hands tore at her breasts as his excitement
mounted. He twisted them from side to side and mashed them flat,
letting them ooze out between his spread fingers.
Jody lost her balance, and his hand grabbed her around the
belly, pushing her forward onto the counter top again. He kicked
her legs back out an began to fuck into her with hard strokes. He
jammed his cock into her and jerked it out, tearing her fuck hole
open for his monster prick.
His hands held her waist as he pistoned his dick in and out of
her pussy. He was panting heavily, sweat pouring off him as he
pumped his hips against her.
Jody whimpered against the pain of his giant cock pounding back
and forth inside her. In self defence, she reached her right hand
down between her legs and began to rub her clitty. She grit her
teeth as his cock ripped in and out, rubbing hard at her clit.
Slowly, juices started to ooze out into her fuck hole. She felt
the syrupy stuff envelope his cock, coating it and her silky
insides with a gentle lubricating fluid to ease his passage. She
pressed her clit upward against his plunging fuck-tool, feeling her
dad's hairy cock saw back and forth on it like sandpaper.
She groaned, drawing a deep breath as hot sexual energy flowed
through her. She felt her breasts swelling, her nipples stiffening.
She felt the spreading warmth in her belly as her belly responded
to his hot, torrid fucking.
As always, she had tried to simply grit her teeth and bear the
pain, rather than give into her body's needs. As always, she'd
failed. Just like that first time, she could feel her body
beginning to shake, could feel her cunt sparkle and bubble with
crackling sexual tension.
She remembered briefly, the awe that had gripped her as his
immense organ had pumped in and out of her virgin cunt tube. She
had been ripped open and thrown through orgasm after orgasm, each
of which she had floated through on a sea of wondrous astonishment.
She had lost all control of her body then, become a whore, a
sluttish, shameless female animal, totally in thrall to a hard
pounding cock. Every time since then, the same thing had happened,
leaving her in fear for her sanity.
Now she could feel her mind becoming dizzy under the onslaught
of fiery sensual impulses. Her nerve endings spasmed and twitched.
Her skin seemed to be burning up. She opened her mouth in a
soundless cry of despair as her body trembled and shuddered in a
desperate sexual dance.
Her head thrashed from side to side and her buttocks slammed
back against her father's churning cock tool. She jammed her cunt
back to meet each brutal lunging thrust, taking the hard impact of
his cock knob against her cervix with blinding pain and terrible
excitement.
Her guts tumbled and boiled, her mind reeled, her cunt shook and
spasmed around the long prick moving within. Her father gripped her
hair, jerking her back against him as he ground his loins into her
buttocks savagely. His lips came down bruisingly hard on hers , his
tongue writhing with hers within her mouth.
His hand went down to her crotch, covering hers, pressing it
harshly against her cuntmound as his plunging prick tore in and
out.
"Take it, baby! Take my cock! Suck it up, you whore!" he gasped.
"Cum! Cum around my prick! Cum for me, you bitch!" he hissed,
ramming his hips forward and up, almost lifting her off her feet
with the force of his skewering cock pole.
"Ohhhh, Babyyyy!" he groaned.
"Daddy! Daddyyyyyyyyy!' UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" she grunted.
Her arms flailed, her head swept up and back against him, her
back arched and her breasts swelled even more. She rode from on cum
to another, rising higher and higher onto an all possessing
orgasmic plateau that took her mind and flung it about like a doll
in a tornado.
His cock pistoned in and out of her now drooling fuck pot, her
cunt syrup covered their crotches and dribbled down her legs. Her
eyes were wild and staring as she came with appalling intensity,
riding his terrible organ into a mind shattering climax that ripped
up and down her spine.
Jim hammered his cock into her tight, hot, sucking little
butterhole, rodding furiously as the little blonde wept and groaned
and gargled insanely. Her body shook and thrashed in his grip,
challenging even his strength to hold her steady. He felt her
sucking cunt drawing the juices out of his balls, sucking them down
the length of his shaft until...
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnngggghhhhhhh!" he groaned.
His cock exploded, spewing wad after wad of sticky white sperm
up into his daughter's belly. He felt her cunt sucking every drop,
pulling it out of him, draining his life blood with an insatiable
hunger.
His belly slammed hard into her buttocks. He threw her back onto
the counter, his hands gripping her thin thighs and tearing her
legs open wide. He ground himself against her cunt, mashing the
tender flesh, frantically trying to push every last part of him,
cock, balls, even his belly up into her hot, sucking maw.
He pulled back and slammed his hard cock deep into her sodden
depths once more, his fingers digging deep into her hips as he
pummelled her lovely buttocks with his belly. His cock, still hard
despite his cum, seemed to actually grow under the desperate
pressure her cunt put on it.
He slammed into her with fast, vicious strokes, his cock a
triphammer as it sliced in and out of her. Her ass cheeks bounced
and jiggled as his hips and belly slapped into them in a continuous
spanking that promised to leave them sore and bruised.
Jody was draped over the counter, gurgling exhaustedly. Her eyes
blurred and focused and blurred again as her ass and cunt were
pounded. Her father's fat prick was like an immense log between her
legs, splitting her wide as it stabbed her cunt box with it's
remorseless weight.
She closed her eyes as another orgasm set her tired body
shivering and trembling against the countertop. She moaned, her
body sapped and spent, her cunt sore, her buttocks aching. She grit
her teeth and let the climax wash over and through her, draining
the last of her energy.
She felt his cock get even wider as it throbbed and pulsed
inside her lower belly. Then she felt hot dripping cum spray into
her, dirty white sticky sperm shot up into the deepest part of her
womb and coated her insides with it's salty heat.
Her dad pulled his softening cock out of her and she gasped as
the pressure on her cuntlips dropped away. Slowly they began to
close, their resilience challenged but not beaten. Still, they
didn't close completely, and a small rivulet of white jism dribbled
down out of her cunt and down her legs.
Her dad grabbed her ass again with a laugh, squeezing her
buttocks tightly as her did up his pants. He opened the door and
went out, leaving Jody bent across the counter. She lay there for
a couple of minutes, then slowly brought herself erect.
She glanced tiredly at her watch. Less than ten minutes had
passed. She still had time to go out, but no longer the energy. She
cupped her pubic mound, her hand coming away covered in juice.
She decided that a bath would be more fitting.
* * * * * * * *
Part Three
Jeff Hamilton opened his eyes wider, the better to see with. He
nudged Graham, who looked around and followed his gaze.
"Yum, yum." he said.
"Fucking right."
"Wouldn't I like a taste of her."
"Lookit those tits." Jeff sighed.
"Like to suck on them."
"Who wouldn't?"
"Think she puts out?"
"Course she does. Lookit those legs, would ya. Lookit that
little bitty skirt. You can practically see her ass."
They stared as the girl approached.
"Hi Keri." Jeff called.
"Hi Jeff." she replied, waving casually.
"Can I suck on your titties?" he said, too quiet for her to
hear." He and Graham watched her pass by, their eyes watching her
ass cheeks as she moved away.
"Can I fuck you till your ears leak?" Graham asked, in the same
tone.
"Till you beg for mercy?" Jeff snickered.
"What a waste." Graham sighed.
"Huh?"
"Bitches like that wasting their time at school when they could
be in bed getting fucked."
"By you, you mean?"
"And everyone."
They moved away from the fence they'd been leaning on and
followed Keri down the walk to school.
"Think you can get into her pants?" Graham asked.
"Maybe. If I can get her to go out with me."
"Get pictures."
"Yeah, right. Wouldn't I like that."
"Where's she live, anyway?"
"Down near Hunt road, near some kind of junkyard."
"We ought to get my dad's binoculars and go over there. Maybe we
could see her undressing or something."
"What I wouldn't give to see her naked." Jeff sighed, rolling
his eyes.
Keri walked through the door of the school and down the hall to
her locker. She met Amy on the way.
"Nice shoes." she said, looking at the little blue shoes Amy
wore.
"Got them last week at Sumners."
"How much?"
"Sixty."
"Not bad. They match your pants and shirt.
Amy was wearing a pair of tight, light blue pants that framed
her perfect round ass and slim legs. On top of them was a darker
blue blouse that shoed the two points of Amy's nipples through the
filmy material. Amy's long, straight blonde hair covered her
shoulders and hung down around her chest and arms.
"Yeah. What are you doing after school tonight?"
"Nothing much. What about you?"
"Nothing. Want to come over to my place?"
"Uh, no thanks." Keri grinned.
"What's the matter? Don't want my grandfather feeling you up?"
"Not really."
"He's a horny old man, that's all."
"Let him feel you up then."
"Why don't we go to your place and watch the satellite?"
"If you want." Keri sighed.
"I think your place is cool."
"Please. I live in a junk yard." Amy shrugged.
"So the view isn't much. It's still a nice place inside."
"If you forget about my family."
"They're not so bad. Better than my grandfather."
"They're all macho pigs, including my sister."
They went into Biology class and separated. Mr. Jaimeson made
everybody sit according to a seating plan. Keri sat up in the front
row. She sat down and crossed her long legs, pulling on her skirt,
which had ridden up when she'd sat.
A few minutes later Mr. Jaimeson came in and dropped his
briefcase on the desk, then began to lecture them on the DNA
factor. Keri did her best to stay awake. She hated biology. It was
by far her worst subject, and her marks reflected that.
If she didn't do something about her biology marks soon they
would drag her overall average down too far to get a scholarship.
She planned to do something about it today. Right after biology
class in fact, where she had a free period.
The dress she was wearing was the means to get her marks
increased. It wasn't sluttish exactly. It didn't leave everything
hanging our or anything. Nobody could see her nipples through it.
It wasn't rubbery or shiny spandex.
Despite that it was, she thought, incredibly sexy. It was white,
short and very, very tight. Every curve and bulge of her body was
reflected in it. Her breasts made two absolutely perfect round
swells in the top of the dress. The hem hugged her thighs tightly,
and reflected the roundness of her ass whenever she moved.
She knew Jaimeson thought she was sexy. Sometimes, when the
students were working on something and Jaimeson was at his desk,
she'd look up out of the corner of her eyes and notice him watching
her, staring at her legs or boobs.
She was counting on that today. They were supposed to have a
quiz, one she'd dreaded. She was going to try to do to Jaimeson,
what she'd done to Tommie on the bus last night.
Sure enough, Within twenty minutes, the quizzes were handed out
and Jaimeson sat at his desk watching them, or wandered back and
forth in front. She pretended to work on the quiz, but kept half
her thoughts on Jaimeson. He kept glancing at her legs and
looking away. It wouldn't do to get caught staring at her. She
uncrossed her legs, and let them spread, pretending to be engrossed
in the quiz. Jaimeson looked longer, then moved to his desk and sat
down.
She grinned to herself. She'd tried to be subtle, opening he
legs toward the empty desk, not to where Jaimeson had been
standing. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as Jaimeson
slowly slumped downward in his chair.
Dirty old man, she thought. Jaimeson wasn't old really. He was
younger than her father. Still, anyone over thirty was old to her.
She let her legs come further open, knowing Jaimeson would be able
to see right up to her panties from where he slumped.
She wasn't wearing any panties of course, so he was in for a
surprise. He spilled his coffee cup onto the floor and everyone
looked up. Keri hid her smile. He cleaned it up quickly and then
walked nervously over to the far corner, trying not to look at her.
That lasted for about four minutes and then he was back at his
desk, drawn there irresistibly. He slumped down again. Keri's legs
were almost wide enough to be called on. The only way she could
pretend innocence was by leaning forward intently and staring at
her paper.
Her spread thighs had pulled the short hem upwards so her cunt
was practically out in the air now. She glanced up secretively.
Jaimeson was forgetting to look away every second or two, staring
straight into her brown furred fuck hole with like a cat staring at
a bird.
The time for the quiz was supposed to have been up five minutes
ago and almost everyone had already finished. Jaimeson blinked
awake and called out for the quizzes to be handed forward. He
usually picked them up but Keri was betting he hard a hard-on and
couldn't move.
The papers were passed to the front row and then down the row to
the left side where the girl handed them across his desk to him.
The bell rang just then, saving Jaimeson from finding an excuse to
remain in his seat. Everyone got up, except him and headed for the
door.
Keri pulled her skirt down nonchalantly and went back to where
Amy was.
"I'll see you in Math." she said.
"Yeah, okay." Amy answered, going down the hall with Brad
Timmons.
After everyone had left, she went back into the classroom just
in time to see Jaimeson starting to get out of his chair.
"Can I talk to you for a second Mr. Jaimeson?" she called. He
looked startled and dropped back behind the desk.
"Oh, uh... of course, uh, Keri."
She closed the door behind her. She'd already locked it. She
walked down the aisle to his desk and then stood next to Jaimeson.
His face was at a level with her crotch as he sat there and he
looked away quickly, his face going up to look at hers.
"What... " He cleared his throat. "What can I do for you?"
"It's about my marks."
"Yes?"
"See, I'm trying to get a scholarship. Right now, with my
sixty-five in Biology, My average mark is a eighty four."
"That's an excellent overall average." He said.
"Not for a scholarship. If my biology mark was, say... ninety
six, then my average would jump all the way to ninety one."
"Well, you'll just have to study harder."
"I do. I study Biology a lot, but I just don't understand it."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well... " She sat her right buttock on the left side of his
desk, facing him. His eyes almost went to her skirt but quickly
shot back to her face.
"I was hoping you could give me some private tutoring."
"Uh... I'm too busy for that these days, Keri."
"I need that scholarship, Mr. Jaimeson." She scowled. She stood
up and, her hands going to her skirt. As Jaimeson watched in
stunned amazement, she slowly pulled the hem up over her buttocks
and hips. His eyes stared at her bare crotch, ogling her cunt slit
and little thatch of coppery brown hair.
"I... I... I..."
"It would be worth your while." she said, her voice soft and
persuasive. She pulled the bottom up higher, up along her belly to
her breasts, then up over them and over her shoulders. She had no
bra on and stood there completely nude now, save for her spiked
heels.
Jaimeson was swallowing repeatedly, and sweating profusely. He
gaped at her nudity, hardly even breathing. He seemed almost to be
turned to stone.
Her eyes scanned his crotch. Well, one part of him had been
anyway. She leaned forward over him, her fat breasts inches from
his dazed face.
"I really, reeeeeeeaaaally need private tutoring." she breathed.
His hands came up, as if to ward her off. She put hers in them,
squeezing his hand, then pulled them up against her breasts. She
pushed his open hands against the center of her boobs, pressing
them in and groaning.
"Oh God!" he moaned.
She looked hungrily at him, then threw her left leg across him
and sat down in his lap, facing him. He stared up at her in
amazement, his hands still on her breasts. He let out a long shaky
breath and then he buried his face between her breasts.
He slobbered and licked and kissed her chest as she rubbed her
pendulous boobs against his face. He started moving his face
around, his mouth slurping against first one then the other,
kissing and nipping at her nipples, soaking her flesh with his
drool.
His hands went around her back and pulled her into him. She
cooed and grinded her pelvis against him, rubbing her crotch into
his belly. Her hands slid through his hair as he sucked on her
tits, and she pretended excitement.
In fact, she was starting to get aroused, not from Jaimeson, who
was okay, but an old guy. No. She was getting aroused from the
sheer wantonness of her act. Here she was completely NAKED, sitting
in a teachers lap, right in the middle of school.
Jaimeson's hand dropped to her buttocks and he started caressing
her skin as she leaned forward into him. His fingers slid down her
ass crack and over her puckered anus, but couldn't reach to her
cunt.
Keri pulled his face up to hers and then kissed his lips. He
returned the kiss hungrily. His lips crushing hers as his tongue
shot into her mouth. Her hands reached down between her legs to his
crotch, rubbing against his erection. She opened his pants and slid
her small hand inside.
She pulled his big pecker out, surprised at it's size. She'd
only fucked two boys and neither had had a cock as big as this. She
fisted it and then pointed it at her cunt.
She rose upward, squatting over his lap, and pulling his cocktip
against her cleft. She concentrated and then slowly lowered
herself, feeling her cuntlips spread apart as she came down on his
rod.
She groaned theatrically and leaned her chest backward as she
sank down on his hard erection. It slid upwards into her body,
cleaving the folds of her silky fuck box and moving deep into her
belly.
"Oooooooooooooh." she groaned.
She spread her legs, coming down fully on his prong, feeling his
balls and the material of his pants press into her buttocks. She
was down all the way. She slid her ass from side to side and began
kissing Jaimeson again. His hands came up and squeezed her breasts
as she sat on his cockrod.
Then she started to rise, sliding her cunt tunnel upwards.
Several inches of cock slid out of her body. Then she sank back
down again, taking it all back inside. She started to fuck down on
him, her hands around his shoulders for balance as she began
pulling her ass up and down over his cock.
Her legs rapidly tired, but he didn't' look like he was going to
take long. His eyes were bugging out and his chest was heaving in
and out. She wondered briefly if he'd have a heart attack. What
would she do then?
Then his arms went around her waist and locked her tight against
him in a bear hug. He held her still, his cock deep up her fuck
tunnel. She felt him shiver and tremble against her, and felt his
flooding heat inside her cunt. She smiled in satisfaction. Holding
her breasts against his face as he came inside her.
She kissed him lightly on the forehead, then slowly rose,
standing beside him. She looked over for her dress and started to
walk towards it. Jaimeson grabbed her wrist though and hauled her
back against him. She overbalanced and fell backwards across him,
half sitting, half lying across his lap.
"What..."
"Not so fast, honey." he panted.
"What is it?"
"You don't buy me that easy."
"But..."
"Uh, uh. You aren't even a sixty-five. I corrected your test
from Tuesday and you're down to fifty-nine. If you want that bumped
up almost forty points you're going to have to work for it."
She stared at him in surprise. She thought Jaimeson was a simple
little twerp and would wrap around her finger willingly.
"What?" she asked, suspiciously. She pulled away from him,
standing up beside his desk.
His eyes roved over her body. Now he made no effort to hide his
lust for her.
"In for a penny. In for a pound."
"What?"
"It means, sweety. I might as well get my money's worth."
"Hey. I ain't no hooker, Mr. Jaimeson."
"All women are whores, Keri. They just have different prices."
She opened her mouth to protest but he interrupted her.
"I've been looking at those big tits of yours and that tight
little ass for months now, not to mention these fucking legs." he
sighed, his hand sliding up and down her leg above the knee.
"What do you want?" she asked again, slightly apprehensively.
"I want you to do some of the things I've dreamed of having you
do."
Shit. She hadn't even thought about him. Did all the teachers
fantasize about her too? Did they jerk off to her image at night?
He stood up and rummaged in several desk drawers, then came out
with a couple of pieces of cord.
"First I want you to suck me off." He said.
"Well, okay." It wasn't like she hadn't done that before. She
had been afraid he wanted soemthing weird.
"First turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"What? Why?"
"Because I'm going to tie your hands."
"Now way!" she said, jerking backwards.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want your hands behind you
when you suck me."
"Why? You afraid I'm gonna pick your pocket?"
"It's part of the image. Come on now. Do it."
She turned around and put her hands behind her. Jaimeson
carefully tied the cords around her, locking her wrists tightly
together. She was nervous and pulled on her wrists but they
wouldn't move at all.
"Now get down on your knees." he said, pushing down on her
shoulders.
She was a little confused but did as he ordered.
"Straighten your back. Don't sit on your heels, you little
whore."
"Hey. Don't call me a whore."
"It's what you are Keri. It's what all you women are." She
straightened up. He walked around in front of her, then did a
complete circle around her body, his eyes ravishing her.
"Lovely. Absolutely gorgeous. The perfect image." he sighed. He
took his pants off and folded them across his chair.
"Do you know how often I've dreamed of this?
He stepped in front of her, his cock already starting to harden
again. It was slightly wet from her cunt as he pushed it against
her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him in.
He tasted very odd. She rolled his cock around in her mouth for
several seconds before realizing it was her own taste. It was the
taste of her cunt juices on his organ. She slurped on it, sucking
and sliding her tongue around and around the head, then back along
the shaft.
The cock began to harden rapidly and he slid it back out so only
his cockhead was in her. He didn't touch her at all at first. He
simply stood upright, his hands folded across his chest, his legs
spread slightly as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it across her
cheeks, wiping the cum and spit across her face before pushing the
head into her lips again. She sucked it down, bobbing her head up
and down the length again.
Jaimeson's hands slipped down around her ears and cupped them,
then squeezed them. He used them as handles and began to fuck into
her mouth. He jammed the head of his cock against the back of her
mouth as he thrust into her forcefully. She grunted and gurgled
around his fat prick each time he pushed it insistently against the
back wall of her mouth.
His hands slid around her head, sliding through her thick
coppery hair, squeezing great handfuls of it and sliding his
fingers through the silky strands. He pressed the back of her head
against his cock and jammed his cock in again.
Keri sputtered as a wad of sperm shot into her throat. She
swallowed quickly and continuously as more and more jism spewed out
into her mouth. She drank his cock juice, glad that it signalled an
end to this little fantasy game.
She was starting to get worried about being found here. The door
might be locked but a lot of people had keys and if she were found
like this she would never, ever, ever, never live it down. She'd be
famous. The talk of the school for years to come.
He staggered back with a great gasp and leaned against the wall
staring at her. His cock was no longer erect and she hoped it would
stay soft. She hadn't envisioned all this when she'd planed on
seducing him. She'd thought she'd be in control.
"What a hot little mouth. God I love to fuck you hot assed
teenagers." he leered. She blinked her eyes in surprise. Did he do
this often?
"Get up, Keri." he said. he grabbed her under her arm and pulled
her upward.
"Untie me." she grumped. He did without protest and she heaved
a sigh of relief as the cords came off her wrists.
"Is that it? Do I get my ninety-six now?"
"Nope, not yet."
"We're gonna get caught." she whined, looking around at the
door.
"Nobody uses this room until noon, as you no doubt knew from the
schedule on the door." Still... "
"The first one brought you up to seventy, the blowjob up to
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