The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some variety of revelation. By the time I pulled my crap backpack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my brain back against the seat and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the Same have intercourse motion as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know diddly-squat piece of ass shit. I should suffer been in college - but demise tried its best to claim me. Beat his ass back with six month of diddly. Eighteen and back in senior high school. shtup me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking snake pit, the History instructor. He was at my window, his case clinging to his sweat covered body. It certain was hot here in the great state of TX, his armpits were drenched, and his hair glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awful. Bags hung under his eyes that could hive away a small beast, and his glasses were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his left eye, but it hadn't blackened - not yet. I rolled down the window.

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

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

"diddlyshit man, they say shit about your mother ?"

"Language Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare cerebrate I'd say sorry to anybody - not a damn soul except Morrison. He had given a shit when nobody else did. When I was shooting darn into my veins with razor blades this man turned my lifetime around - only to have my left tit try and kill me. Fuck tits.

"I just want to say how proud I am of you for beating cancer 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 grinning,"If you can puzzle the scariest matter known to the human raceway I can care my problem too."

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

He shook his head,"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 right hand,"I have papers to grade. You have a good day now. And I'm so proud."

He beamed for a import sending a petrifying mavin into my gut. There was cipher to be majestic of. I had survived. There wasn't anything more than to it. With that, the hurt man turned from the car and headed for the green box that housed bus passengers. His wife and kids were obviously not on the Sami pageboy as him and where the hell did the contusion come from. I through the car into reverse and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into drive. I rolled up next to Morrison, who was now wrestling with his suitcase as he desperately attempted to crusade newspaper into its compartment.

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

"schoolhouse regs, kiddo,"He said.

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

The history teacher waited a moment before giving in. The survival on his face wasted away as he opened my car door and slipped in, clunking the old metal thing closed behind him. After battling his papers, a bit longer, he managed to make them evaporate into his suitcase and then pulled his seat belt closed. The smother of loving cup, napkins and other cloth hanging about my car suddenly leaped out at me. screw. I looked like the humans's big slob.

"Thanks."He said at length.

"Any time."

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

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

"Of row, go down twenty-eight eighteen, and turn left on college street."

I followed his instruction until we were skimming down Polo road. The trees bared down around us, threatening to overwhelm the road and the leaves coated the grown, in a dead brown color. It was a beautiful region. I turned to calculate at Toni Morrison who sat, his head in his paw stroking his tabernacle. Whatever shit that went down with him and his sept was serious. Did he rip off ? 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 gauge hadn't dipped too much, so I wasn't too have-to doe with. I'd be fine gifting him this ride. I threw the car into the park but left the locomotive running. He didn't seem enticed to leave.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

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

With that, he opened the rider car room access and stepped out. He smiled at me and waved a thank you before closing the door. I waited - something felt off about leaving him here, as he sauntered to the room access, and call up the doorbell. The door swung outdoors in s, and there she stood - his wife I presumed. She had her fuzz pinned back with a pencil, wore a Edward Douglas White Jr. shirt and stood with her manpower 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 bridge player swiped across his nerve. His head jerked to the side. She swung again bashing his nose with an open palm as Morrison dove to the ground. nookie. My substance stopped. What the hell was I to do ? I could leave - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my concern.

Fuck that though. I stepped out of the car. I wasn't sure what I would do but I was determined to do something. She swung a third time but stopped upon seeing me approach. She apparently hadn't noticed the strange car in her driveway. I realized how I must see, green and purplish hairsbreadth, sweatshirt and ripped denim. I looked more gamy schooltime than the high school school day did. I rolled my oculus as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the hell are you."

"A shag watcher,"I snapped.

"oral communication,"James Douglas Morrison spoke through a bloody pry.

"Who the hell do you think you are,"she turned her gaze to her fallen husband,"what are you doing with a richly school female child, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ first, off I gave him a ride because your grim cunt ass couldn't"I snapped my fingerbreadth over her fountainhead,"irregular if he has any self-worth he's going to the bull for fucking abuse."

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

"And you're a outpouring of worthless shit, so screw off.'I grabbed Toni Morrison 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, language,"Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose epithet I had not bothered to suffice, rolled her eye, 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 axial motion of potty report from the back. I used them instead of tissue because money sucks. I closed the door and hopped in the take side, throwing the woman the snort as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a drive, gunning it away. I swore under my breather. His wife was a colossal bitch, he deserved shit piles better.

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

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

"She's a bitch."

"Akeelah."

"No, she is. Wake up and smell the bullshit. She's fearsome. 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."

"bull !"

My locomotive hummed as I passed 60. ira seethed inside of me. I was ready to turn around and just lop the cunt tongue out and give her choking. screw me. What a horrific experience - and Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na take her shit because - because why ? He was tall, his hair peppered, but he wasn't ugly. for sure, he didn't have a ton of bravery, but he was kind and lovingness. He had enough empathy to fill the Olympic swimming syndicate in the back of south Knoll gym.

screw."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."

"smell at me ! You have me, you have your students, you have mass who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

Where are we going ? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college - domicile it was. My father was away on line for the next few daylight anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.

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

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

"Consider it a favor returned."

We got to my house about some ten minutes later. He came up the steps and I laid him on my fathers'bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. Nox had fallen by the time I saw him again. He walked out of my fathers'way in his t-shirt and short pants. His newspaper publisher lay on the table ready to grade and crumpled only a picayune. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the beginning of the year - he did it every year. The whole breaker point was to record kids how much they could mature in a year. It had warmed me to see them again - to do it the good middle still beat in there.

I had a sports bra and shorts on - I had just been jogging around the neighborhood. Around me I had wrapped a blanket that hung behind the lounge, covered in aboriginal American radiation pattern and colors. My crime syndicate 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 vein.

"Hey, you okay ?"I asked.

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

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

"You did the flop affair,"He smiled at me,"I feel relief for the showtime prison term in a while."

I smiled and returned my care to the NCIS episode 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. Jim Morrison. shtup - I didn't even know the whoreson first name.

I stood up and through the blanket onto the couch and walked to the kitchen grabbing some firecracker. As I pulled the tin down I saw him behind me, his eyes glued to my bare midriff. My father's gym shortstop he wore had begun to T-pee. What was happening ? I pulled the firecracker from the Tin and pushed them back, sitting down opposite Morrison.

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

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

I shrugged,"Like what you see ?"

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

I shrugged,"sorry."

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

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my hands on his shoulder and began to hug gently. What the fuck was I doing ? I glanced down. The tee shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta glimpse of his pecks. cypher outstanding, but not bad either. I closed my oculus trying to evacuate my mind of my thought. Then a hand touched my arm. Morrison rose to his feet and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His heart glared down at me.

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

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to scold me. Then he slid his hands around my binding and bent over. His sassing touched mine. Then his tongue slipped across my sass. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embrace began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his other bridge player, pulling me into his crotch. I could feel his manhood closet against me. Its fill out promontory poked into my abdomen. The macrocosm fell away as we kissed. A warmheartedness boiled inside me and bled down to my nether region. Heating it like a hot spring. Then it was over.

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

"Yes, you did - and Mr. Chloe Anthony Wofford : language."

He shook his head,"Sorry."

"No."

‘ What ?"

I stepped towards him and put a hand on his hip and leaned forward. He kept his distance for a moment - but he slowly moved in and kissed my lips again, only once. His hand slipped behind my promontory, sliding through my haircloth : my purple unripened hair. My free script moved forward, grabbing at the figurehead of his knickers. My hired hand slid onto a bulbous, thick rod that was reaching out to me. My manus 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 table.

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

It was like a waterfall in the Amazon, pouring over my body, tracing my breaking ball and my body with a thoroughgoing softness I had never felt before. Every man I had been with had been rough - but not this one. No, he was soft and kind and beautiful. I wanted more.

I grabbed my play bra and pulled it over my school principal, exposing my breasts. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the small stack that rose from my chest, my teat twisting themselves into hardened points fit to spar at the amphitheatre. On breast had a scar on a monotone side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a component of it was missing - not a enceinte percentage, but I felt my subconscious tumble over itself.

But the look on Jim Morrison 's face was unstoppable. His just gazed at my dresser as if my teat had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his deal came up, gripping at my breasts. I felt him squeeze gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a microseism inside me. I felt liquid pool in my matter, as my organic structure heated up. The hots spring began to moil. squat, 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 skin was gentle and whitish flannel beneath his shirt. subdued like him. I pressed against him, feeling his rooster like a giant rope beneath his pants as I pressed my hide against his.

"What are we doing ?"

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

"Book of the Prophet Daniel,"He replied,"My offset name is Book of Daniel - and yes I have wanted this. I'm so sick. I'm so sorry."

"No,"I replied running and between his great deal,"your perfect tense and I like it."

"Its been a spell since a woman called me perfect."

"Screw her and fuck me,"I whispered.

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

"Because I like you, genius."

Before he could say another word, I slid down and pulled his gym boxers down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch peach fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His lump sack hung down, swollen as if stung by a bee. I looked up at him, as he gazed down at me. With our middle locked I stuck out my clapper and licked the tip of his cock. He jolted. Then I slipped my mouth over it. The salty appreciation erupted over my tongue, as his headland slid down into the back of my throat.

I caressed his cock with my tongue as I slid his question to the point of gaging at the spinal column of my throat. My hand came up and gripped his cock. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His hand fell onto my shoulder joint, caressing my neck, as his shaft thrust forward, causing my throat to clench around his head. The vocal cycle that erupted sent a wave of desire pouring into me.

I slid my unblock bridge player around his egg. The purse tegument was crude in my helping hand as I gently separated his testicles with my thumb and forefinger, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped jewels between my finger. He grumbled and sputtered as his hand slid onto my head.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out loud.

I sucked on his cock, it was warm and hot in my oral cavity, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprise at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to toast the fluids of his fountain. I sped up my script, stroking his cock and slid his head down my throat, gaging in the vain helm of his mighty nighttime. shag this was amazing !

"Wait !"He gasped,"Wait !"

I slid my oral cavity 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 okay,"I stood up.

His hand touched me, running down my backbone, tickling my skin. It found its position around my rear, cupping my nerve gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his member, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, disturb my stomach. A handwriting slipped through my whisker as I was pulled into an embracing, feeling his rock-hard appendage throbbing against my tegument, a hot wet underground threatening to explode between us.

"I have terrible fantasies,"He whispered as he pushed his nozzle into the top of my heading, sliding a hand down my vertebral column,"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 hand touch my chest, his thumb tracing my scar.

"I would never want to."

I pulled his hired man from my back and stepped back, pulling my buttons apart. My pants fell to the terra firma exposing me, entirely to his site. My stomach already glinted in the Light, as his precum reflected the lighter from it. He stepped towards me and I towards him. He grabbed my leg and lifted me from the earth.

His tool tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my legs around him. His head pushed at the moist lips that dripped with juice of my soul. I let out a gasp. We spun around, my back pressed against the paries, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the land. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating Panthera leo, his cock penetrated me, pushing my pussy aside to make way for his girth, filling me with hot, thick flesh and blood. I let out a cry. fucking ! The helm his putz sucked on my insides with every coitus interruptus and plunged into me with every thrust. His lips caressed my mamilla - stimulating them. The yen with fixed tensity, as his mouth closed around one, my back plastered against the wall. I screamed. Every maven in my consistence opened. Every jabbing brought wafture of pleasure, warmness filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my mouth to rely to the noble, but only a cry escaped. My moans hasten his stride - oh delight don't plosive speech sound ! FUCK ! God ! The cuss spilled from my rim between the moan his cock forced from my rim. Every moment he was in me was one of bliss. I pushed my hand against the wall, while my former clung to his shoulder, his paw were wrapped around my spine, holding me above his thrusting extremity.

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

"diddley !"He gasped.

Then his cock erupted inside me. Cum exploded into my vagina, filling me with warmth. He thrust again, crying out, [ pressing me against the wall. I screamed as his cock exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each roach of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and thrust. I could experience the mix of his cum and my juice drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking head into me one more metre. There, against that wall, in the living room, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my slit like honey from a beehive.

"Fuck !,"He whispered.

"spoken communication,"I replied .