Call Me Daddy, Part 2

(Mf, Mf, anal)

by Pan (c) 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
