The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some kind of revelation. By the time I pulled my crap backpack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my head back against the rear end and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the same fucking questions as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know diddlysquat screwing diddley. I should have been in college - but death tried its best to arrogate me. scramble his ass back with six months of shit. Eighteen and back in Highschool. Fuck me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking hell, the History teacher. He was at my window, his suit clinging to his stew covered body. It certain was hot here in the great DoS of Texas, his armpits were drenched, and his hair glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awe-inspiring. Bags hung under his eyes that could store a small beast, and his trash were cracked. A contusion had swelled up in his left eye, but it hadn't blackened - not yet. I rolled down the window.

"Get in a conflict with Bigfoot ?"I asked.

"What ?"His hand touched the face of his fount and winced,"Oh that. Yeah - bigfoot and three kangaroos."

"darn man, they say Irish bull about your mother ?"

"terminology Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare think I'd say sorry to anybody - not a damn mortal except Toni Morrison. He had given a shit when nonentity else did. When I was shooting shit into my veins with razor leaf blade this man turned my life around - only to have my left tit try and kill me. Fuck tit.

"I just want to say how proud I am of you for beating Crab and coming back. Thanks for not giving up."

‘ Can't give up when I have you to please,"I shot him a smile,"How's the fam ?"

"Could be better,"He gave me a smile,"If you can baffle the shivery thing known to the human slipstream I can palm my job too."

"I'll take your Word for it, you have a ride, right ?"

He shook his pass,"I'll be okay. The bus runs every hour."

‘ It 4:05, you have an hour wait."

He shrugged as the wind picked up tugging on some papers clenched in his correctly hand,"I have newspaper to score. You have a good day now. And I'm so proud."

He beamed for a second sending a petrifying hotshot into my gut. There was nothing to be proud of. I had survived. There wasn't anything more to it. With that, the bruised man turned from the car and headed for the green box that housed bus passenger. His wife and tyke were obviously not on the same pageboy as him and where the infernal region did the bruise come from. I through the car into black eye and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into driving force. I rolled up following to Morrison, who was now wrestling with his grip as he desperately attempted to labor papers into its compartment.

I rolled down the passenger window,"Get in, I'll take you home."

"schooling regs, kiddo,"He said.

"Jim Morrison get in my car - tell them I kidnapped you."

The history teacher waited a present moment before giving in. The survival on his face wasted away as he opened my car door and slipped in, clunking the old metal affair closed behind him. After battling his papers, a bit longer, he managed to make them disappear into his suitcase and then pulled his seatbelt closed. The clutter of cups, napkins and other material hanging about my car suddenly leaped out at me. Fuck. I looked like the man's prominent slob.

"Thanks."He said at length.

"Any time."

I peddled the gas and pulled out of the schooling parking lot easing onto the highway, more carefully than usual. Morrison was a nice man, but I could see his knuckles turning white-hot on his kneecaps as I gunned my engine. I chuckled. He was so cute when he was scared - I hadn't noticed that before.

"So, I'll need you to navigate,"I said.

"Of course, go down twenty-eight XVIII, and turn left on college street."

I followed his charge until we were skimming down Polo road. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bared down around us, threatening to sweep over the road and the farewell coated the grown, in a dead brownness coloring material. It was a beautiful area. I turned to wait at Morrison who sat, his oral sex in his hands stroking his tabernacle. Whatever shit that went down with him and his mob was good. Did he chouse ? I hope not - but maybe he just slipped up.

He pointed out a private road, which I pulled into, and stopped the car. My gas sens hadn't dipped too a lot, so I wasn't too concerned. I'd be fine gifting him this drive. I threw the car into the park but left the engine running. He didn't seem enticed to provide.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

"Not really,"a buck rolled from his eyes,"It 's not your core to bear."

With that, he opened the passenger car door and stepped out. He smiled at me and waved a thank you before closing the threshold. I waited - something felt off about leaving him here, as he sauntered to the door, and call up the doorbell. The door swung open in sec, and there she stood - his wife I presumed. She had her tomentum pinned back with a pencil, wore a white shirt and stood with her hand on her hips.

The immediately began speaking. Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her foot. I heard a shriek through the insolation of my car. Then her hand swiped across his face. His head jerked to the position. She swung again bashing his olfactory organ with an open ribbon as Jim Morrison dove to the ground. roll in the hay. My marrow stopped. What the Hell was I to do ? I could leave - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my concern.

screwing that though. I stepped out of the car. I wasn't sure as shooting what I would do but I was determined to do something. She swung a third time but stopped upon seeing me glide path. She apparently hadn't noticed the strange car in her driveway. I realized how I must look, gullible and empurple hair, sweatshirt and ripped jeans. I looked more high school than the high school did. I rolled my middle as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the hell are you."

"A fucking attestor,"I snapped.

"nomenclature,"Jim Morrison spoke through a fucking nozzle.

"Who the infernal region do you think you are,"she turned her gaze to her fallen husband,"what are you doing with a high school girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ offset, off I gave him a ride because your sad kick ass couldn't"I snapped my fingers over her capitulum,"bit if he has any dignity he's going to the cops for fucking abuse."

‘ He's a weasel,"She snapped,"he won't do a thing. Who taught you to speak like that ? You're a veritable fountain of profanity."

"And you're a fountain of worthless bastard, so fuck off.'I grabbed Chloe Anthony Wofford 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, language,"Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose name I had not bothered to serve, rolled her oculus, as I lead Morrison back to my car,"Going somewhere ?"

"Anywhere but here,"I snapped.

"Akeelah, this is my home."

"All due respect Mr. Morrison this isn't shit."

I piled him into my car and pulled a rolling of privy newspaper publisher from the back. I used them instead of tissues because money sucks. I closed the threshold and hopped in the drive English, throwing the fair sex the bird as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a drive, gunning it away. I swore under my intimation. His married woman was a colossal kick, he deserved tinker's damn scores better.

"That's your wife,"I said as we trundled away.

He nodded,"yeah, she's a bad woman."

"She's a bitch."

"Akeelah."

"No, she is. Wake up and smell the bullshit. She's painful. There is no way you are in love with that monster."

He sighed,"She's not always like that."

"That's why you are covered in bruises."

"This was an accident."

"Bullshit !"

My locomotive engine hummed as I passed sixty. Anger seethed inside of me. I was ready to turn around and just lop the bitches tongue out and leave her strangling. screwing me. What a hideous experience - and Jim Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na take her bastard because - because why ? He was improbable, his whisker peppered, but he wasn't ugly. sure as shooting, he didn't have a ton of courage, but he was kind and caring. He had enough empathy to fill the Olympic swimming pond in the dorsum of South Knoll gym.

Fuck."You can't go back to her - you aren't are you."

"She's all I have."

"No, she's not. You have way more."

"Akeelah."

"Look at me ! You have me, you have your students, you have people who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

Where are we going ? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college - home it was. My father was away on business for the next few twenty-four hour period anyway so he could continue with me for a few anyway.

"You can stay with me for a pair of sidereal day till my dad gets back from Japan,"I said.

"OK,"he was still taking it all in, he nodded slowly as the identification of what was happening hit him,"Thank you for caring."

"Consider it a party favor returned."

We got to my house about some ten minutes later. He came up the stairs and I laid him on my Padre'bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. dark had fallen by the time I saw him again. He walked out of my father'room in his t-shirt and shorts. His newspaper lay on the board ready to mark and crumpled only a piffling. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the starting time of the year - he did it every year. The whole point was to register kids how practically they could grow in a year. It had warmed me to see them again - to know the good heart still beat in there.

I had a sports bra and drawers on - I had just been jogging around the neighborhood. Around me I had wrapped a cover that hung behind the couch, covered in native American language patterns and colors. My family had always liked those colors. He sat down and began to grade, without looking up at me. Being ignored was like ice going through my mineral vein.

"Hey, you okay ?"I asked.

He looked up,"I guess. Its been a gravelly day - and one of my former students is now housing me. I feel pretty wiped out."

"I'm dark - I didn't know what else to do."

"You did the right thing,"He smiled at me,"I feel relief for the first meter in a while."

I smiled and returned my tending to the NCIS instalment on TV. Mr. Gibbs was after some clue which he chased through the streets, looking sexy in his old age. How did he do that ? I glanced back at Mr. Morrison. He kinda did it too. Damn was I attracted to Mr. Toni Morrison. Fuck - I didn't even know the illegitimate child first name.

I stood up and through the cover onto the put and walked to the kitchen grabbing some banger. As I pulled the tin down I saw him behind me, his eyes glued to my bare midriff. My Father of the Church's gym shorts he wore had begun to T-pee. What was happening ? I pulled the crackers from the Tin and pushed them back, sitting down opposite Toni Morrison.

"What ?"I asked as he stared at me.

He shook his pass,"You aren't wearing much."

I shrugged,"Like what you see ?"

"Akeelah,"He exclaimed,"That's inappropriate."

I shrugged,"sorry."

"I don't mean to suggest its unpleasant,'he stumbled his watchword as if he had suddenly developed a stutter.

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my manus on his shoulder and began to squeeze gently. What the fuck was I doing ? I glanced down. The T-shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta coup d'oeil of his pecks. nix spectacular, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to empty my mind of my thoughts. Then a mitt touched my arm. James Douglas Morrison rose to his feet and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His eyes glared down at me.

"Was just trying to fucking service,"I said.

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to scold me. Then he slid his workforce around my back and bent over. His lips touched mine. Then his natural language slipped across my brim. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embracement began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his early helping hand, pulling me into his crotch. I could feel his manhood press against me. Its labialise head teacher poked into my abdomen. The domain fell away as we kissed. A warmth boiled inside me and bled down to my nether region. Heating it like a hot spring. Then it was over.

"What the nether region,"He snapped breaking away,"No I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did - and Mr. James Douglas Morrison : language."

He shook his head,"Sorry."

"No."

‘ What ?"

I stepped towards him and put a bridge player on his hip and leaned forward. He kept his space for a moment - but he slowly moved in and kissed my lips again, only once. His script slipped behind my head, sliding through my hair : my purple green haircloth. My free mitt moved forward, grabbing at the front man of his pants. My script slid onto a bulbous, thick rod that was reaching out to me. My handwriting squeezed, and he stumbled forward, letting out a gasp.

"This is wrong,'He breathed and then kissed me again.

"it's okay,"I pushed him back against the board.

"Akeelah,"He whispered as his hands slid down my organic structure.

It was like a falls in the Amazon, pouring over my trunk, tracing my curved shape and my consistency with a pure mildness I had never felt before. Every man I had been with had been rough - but not this one. No, he was flaccid and kind and beautiful. I wanted more.

I grabbed my summercater bra and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the small wad that rose from my thorax, my mamilla twisting themselves into hardened points fit to spar at the Coliseum. On white meat had a scrape on a insipid side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a component of it was missing - not a orotund portion, but I felt my subconscious spill over itself.

But the look on Morrison 's human face was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my tit had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his handwriting came up, gripping at my breasts. I felt him gouge gently. The whizz rolled through me, triggering a tremor inside me. I felt liquid pool in my thing, as my body heated up. The hots saltation began to boil. Shit, this was good.

I pressed him against the wall and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his pelt was soft and milklike egg white beneath his shirt. gentle like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a giant rope beneath his pants as I pressed my skin against his.

"What are we doing ?"

"I don't know Mr. Morrison - something you want I think ?"

"Daniel,"He replied,"My first name is Daniel - and yes I have wanted this. I'm so throw up. I'm so sorry."

"No,"I replied running and between his pecks,"your perfect and I like it."

"Its been a piece since a cleaning woman called me perfect."

"Screw her and jazz me,"I whispered.

"I'm not ample or anything ? Why would you do this ?"He asked.

"Because I like you, genius."

Before he could say another parole, I slid down and pulled his gym shorts down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch smasher fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His ball paper bag hung down, swollen as if stung by a bee. I looked up at him, as he gazed down at me. With our eyes locked I stuck out my lingua and licked the tip of his cock. He jolted. Then I slipped my back talk over it. The salty appreciation erupted over my natural language, as his head slid down into the book binding of my throat.

I caressed his cock with my lingua as I slid his head to the point of gaging at the back of my pharynx. My mitt came up and gripped his cock. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His manus fell onto my shoulder joint, caressing my neck opening, as his cock thrust forward, causing my throat to clench around his head. The song oscillation that erupted sent a waving of desire pouring into me.

I slid my free mitt around his testis. The wrinkled skin was jumpy in my paw as I gently separated his testicles with my thumb and forefinger, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped jewels between my digit. He grumbled and sputtered as his hired man slid onto my head.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out loud.

I sucked on his pecker, it was warm and hot in my backtalk, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprisal at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to drink the fluids of his fountain. I sped up my hand, stroking his cock and slid his head down my throat, gaging in the puff up helm of his mighty night. Fuck this was amazing !

"waiting !"He gasped,"Wait !"

I slid my mouth off him,"Yeah."I said through breaths.

"You're so beautiful,"He said looking down on me,"I don't want you to be surprise - and I was close."

"Its OK,"I stood up.

His hands touched me, running down my sticker, tickling my tegument. It found its place around my rear, cupping my cheek gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his extremity, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, touch my tum. A hand slipped through my hair as I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his rock-hard member throbbing against my skin, a hot wet metro threatening to explode between us.

"I have fearsome fantasy,"He whispered as he pushed his olfactory organ into the top of my head, sliding a hand down my back,"I wanted this so much - but I hated myself for it."

"Don't, it's all right."

"We can't undo this."I felt his paw touch my knocker, his thumb tracing my scar.

"I would never desire to."

I pulled his bridge player from my can and stepped back, pulling my push button apart. My pants fell to the flat coat exposing me, entirely to his web site. My stomach already glinted in the light, as his precum reflected the visible radiation from it. He stepped towards me and I towards him. He grabbed my leg and lifted me from the ground.

His prick tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my stage around him. His school principal pushed at the moist lips that dripped with juices of my soul. I let out a gasp. We spun around, my back pressed against the wall, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the primer coat. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating lion, his prick penetrated me, pushing my pussy aside to make way for his cinch, filling me with hot, midst flesh and blood. I let out a cry. fuck ! The helm his cock sucked on my interior with every withdrawal and plunged into me with every push. His lips caressed my nipples - stimulating them. The ached with rigid tension, as his back talk closed around one, my back plastered against the paries. I screamed. Every esthesis in my eubstance opened. Every push brought waving of pleasure, warmth filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my mouth to assert to the Lord, but only a cry escaped. My moans hasten his pace - oh delight don't stop ! FUCK ! God ! The curses spilled from my lip between the moan his hammer forced from my lips. Every moment he was in me was one of walking on air. I pushed my script against the wall, while my other clung to his shoulder joint, his hands were wrapped around my vertebral column, holding me above his thrusting member.

His paced quickened again. He began to grunt. I could palpate the tip of his cock sheik inside me, filling my kitty as the speech sound of my juice slurping his peter echoed. screw yes ! I thought as he pounded away harder, groaning.

"dickhead !"He gasped.

Then his cock erupted inside me. Cum exploded into my vagina, filling me with heat. He thrust again, crying out, [ pressing me against the rampart. I screamed as his peter exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each rope of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and jabbing. I could feel the mix of his seminal fluid and my succus drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking head into me one Sir Thomas More prison term. There, against that wall, in the sustenance way, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my pussy like dear from a hive.

"ass !,"He whispered.

"Language,"I replied .