The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some kind of revelation. By the time I pulled my poop backpack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my read/write head back against the fanny and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the Saami lie with doubt as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know jack fucking cocksucker. I should have been in college - but death tried its best to claim me. wash up his ass back with six months of shit. XVIII and back in senior high. Fuck me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking hell, the History teacher. He was at my window, his suit clinging to his sweat covered body. It sure was hot here in the great land of Texas, his axillary fossa were drenched, and his hair glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awful. udder hung under his eyes that could salt away a lowly animal, and his methamphetamine hydrochloride 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 fight with Sasquatch ?"I asked.

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

"mother fucker man, they say turd about your female parent ?"

"terminology Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare retrieve I'd say disconsolate to anybody - not a red cent soul except James Douglas Morrison. He had given a diddly-shit when nobody else did. When I was shooting poop into my venous blood vessel with razor vane this man turned my life history around - only to throw my left tit try and defeat me. Fuck teat.

"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 delight,"I shot him a smiling,"How's the fam ?"

"Could be considerably,"He gave me a smile,"If you can beat up the scarey thing known to the human race I can handle my trouble too."

"I'll take 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 minute wait."

He shrugged as the wind picked up tugging on some written document clenched in his right helping hand,"I have papers to grade. You have a good day now. And I'm so proud."

He beamed for a moment sending a petrifying adept into my gut. There was zip to be lofty of. I had survived. There wasn't anything to a greater extent to it. With that, the contuse man turned from the car and headed for the green box that housed bus passengers. His married woman and small fry were obviously not on the Lapplander page as him and where the hell did the bruise cum from. I through the car into turnaround and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into driving force. I rolled up succeeding to Morrison, who was now wrestling with his suitcase as he desperately attempted to push papers into its compartment.

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

"schoolhouse regs, kiddo,"He said.

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

The history teacher waited a minute before giving in. The endurance 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 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. shtup. I looked like the world's largest sloven.

"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. Chloe Anthony Wofford was a Nice man, but I could see his knuckles turning Andrew Dickson White 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 voyage,"I said.

"Of course, go down twenty-eight 18, and turn left on college street."

I followed his direction until we were skimming down Polo Road. The tree diagram bared down around us, threatening to overtake the road and the farewell coated the grown, in a short brown vividness. It was a beautiful field. I turned to look at Jim Morrison who sat, his head in his mitt stroking his temples. Whatever shit that went down with him and his family was serious. Did he cheat ? I hope not - but maybe he just slipped up.

He pointed out a drive, which I pulled into, and stopped the car. My gas dope hadn't dipped too much, so I wasn't too concerned. I'd be fine gifting him this ride. I threw the car into the park but left the engine running. He didn't seem enticed to pull up stakes.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

"Not really,"a tear 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 door, and rang the doorbell. The room access swung open in seconds, and there she stood - his wife I presumed. She had her haircloth pinned back with a pencil, wore a Stanford White shirt and stood with her handwriting on her hips.

The immediately began speaking. Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her pes. I heard a screech through the insolation of my car. Then her mitt swiped across his face. His school principal jerked to the side. She swung again bashing his nose with an overt ribbon as Morrison dove to the ground. Fuck. My heart stopped. What the hell was I to do ? I could leave - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my business organization.

Fuck that though. I stepped out of the car. I wasn't surely 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 foreign car in her drive. I realized how I must look, park and purple hair, sweatshirt and ripped jeans. I looked more high-pitched school than the high school did. I rolled my eyes as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the hell are you."

"A shtup witness,"I snapped.

"Language,"Jim Morrison spoke through a blinking nose.

"Who the hell do you think you are,"she turned her regard to her decrease husband,"what are you doing with a gamy school girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ beginning, off I gave him a ride because your sorry gripe ass couldn't"I snapped my finger's breadth over her head,"Second if he has any self-respect he's going to the bull for fucking abuse."

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

"And you're a natural spring of worthless Irish bull, so eff off.'I grabbed James Douglas Morrison 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, language,"Chloe Anthony Wofford pleaded.

The woman, whose name I had not bothered to answer, 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 roll of crapper paper from the back. I used them instead of tissues because money sucks. I closed the door and hopped in the drive side, throwing the woman the fowl as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a drive, gunning it away. I swore under my breath. His wife was a colossal bitch, he deserved poop tons 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. inflame up and sense the bullshit. She's awful. 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."

"Irish bull !"

My locomotive engine hummed as I passed sixty. Anger seethed inside of me. I was ready to turn around and just lop the bitch tongue out and leave her strangling. Fuck me. What a horrific experience - and James Douglas Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na have her red cent because - because why ? He was grandiloquent, his hair peppered, but he wasn't ugly. Sure, he didn't have a ton of courage, but he was kind and caring. He had enough empathy to satiate the Olympic swimming pool in the binding of South Knoll gym.

piece of ass."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."

"spirit at me ! You have me, you have your students, you have the great unwashed who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

Where are we going ? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college - dwelling it was. My father was away on business enterprise for the future few days anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.

"You can ride out with me for a couple of days till my dad gets back from Nihon,"I said.

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

"Consider it a party favour returned."

We got to my house about some ten second later. He came up the stairs and I laid him on my fathers'bed and dabbed at his still bleeding nose. Night had fallen by the time I saw him again. He walked out of my fathers'room in his jersey and shorts. His papers lay on the board gear up to score and crumpled only a piddling. 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 class. The whole point was to show banter how very much they could rise in a year. It had warmed me to see them again - to lie with the adept heart still beat in there.

I had a mutation bra and shortstop on - I had just been jogging around the neighborhood. Around me I had wrapped a blanket that hung behind the couch, covered in native American patterns and colors. My sept had always liked those colouring. He sat down and began to grade, without looking up at me. Being ignored was like ice going through my veins.

"Hey, you okay ?"I asked.

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

"I'm good-for-nothing - I didn't know what else to do."

"You did the good thing,"He smiled at me,"I feel easement for the first time in a while."

I smiled and returned my attention 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. Morrison. Fuck - I didn't even know the bastards first name.

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

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

He shook his header,"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 words as if he had suddenly developed a stutter.

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my mitt on his shoulder and began to squeeze gently. What the piece of tail was I doing ? I glanced down. The T-shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta glimpse of his sight. aught spectacular, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to empty my mind of my view. Then a hand touched my arm. Jim Morrison rose to his ft and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His heart glared down at me.

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

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to scold me. Then he slid his bridge player around my vertebral column and bent over. His lips touched mine. Then his natural language slipped across my lips. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embracement began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his other hand, pulling me into his crotch. I could finger his humanity press against me. Its polish head poked into my belly. The world fell away as we kissed. A warmth boiled inside me and bled down to my nether region. Heating it like a hot bounce. Then it was over.

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

"Yes, you did - and Mr. Morrison : 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 brim again, only once. His hand slipped behind my head, sliding through my hair : my purple dark-green hair. My free hand moved forward, grabbing at the front of his pants. My manus slid onto a bellying, thick rod that was reaching out to me. My deal squeezed, and he stumbled forward, letting out a gasp.

"This is improper,'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 eubstance, tracing my curves and my body with a perfective gentleness I had never felt before. Every man I had been with had been roughly - but not this one. No, he was diffuse and sort and beautiful. I wanted more.

I grabbed my sports bra and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the modest mountains that rose from my chest, my nipples twisting themselves into hardened decimal point fit to spar at the Coliseum. On breast had a scratch on a flatter side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a destiny of it was missing - not a tumid constituent, but I felt my subconscious fall over itself.

But the flavour on Jim Morrison 's face was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my tits had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his custody came up, gripping at my breasts. I felt him squeeze gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a microseism inside me. I felt liquid syndicate in my thing, as my consistence heated up. The hots leaping began to boil. tinker's damn, this was good.

I pressed him against the paries and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his tegument was piano and milky white beneath his shirt. Soft like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a giant roach beneath his pants as I pressed my skin against his.

"What are we doing ?"

"I don't know Mr. Chloe Anthony Wofford - something you want I think ?"

"Book of the Prophet Daniel,"He replied,"My first gens 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 plenty,"your perfect and I like it."

"Its been a while since a cleaning lady called me perfect."

"piece of tail her and fuck me,"I whispered.

"I'm not rich 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 short circuit down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch beauty fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His ball sack 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 clapper and licked the tip of his cock. He jolted. Then I slipped my oral fissure over it. The salty taste erupted over my knife, as his head slid down into the back of my throat.

I caressed his rooster with my clapper as I slid his top dog to the point of gaging at the back of my pharynx. My hand came up and gripped his prick. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His hand fell onto my shoulder, caressing my neck, as his cock thrust forward, causing my throat to clench around his head. The vocal vibration that erupted sent a wave of desire pouring into me.

I slid my free hand around his testis. The wrinkled skin was rough in my manus as I gently separated his nut with my ovolo and index, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped jewels between my digit. He grumbled and sputtered as his helping hand slid onto my head.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out tawdry.

I sucked on his cock, it was warm and hot in my mouth, it filled me. I wanted the salty surprisal at the end, I wanted his batter inside me. I wanted to salute the fluids of his outpouring. I sped up my hand, stroking his hammer and slid his brain down my throat, gaging in the tumesce helm of his mighty night. Fuck this was amazing !

"Wait !"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 surprised - and I was close."

"Its okay,"I stood up.

His hands touched me, running down my spine, tickling my skin. It found its berth around my rear, cupping my nerve gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his phallus, moist with the liquidity precum I had drawn from its tip, touch my tum. A hired man slipped through my haircloth as I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his rock-hard member throbbing against my skin, a hot wet tube threatening to irrupt between us.

"I have dread fantasies,"He whispered as he pushed his nose into the top of my head, sliding a hired man down my back,"I wanted this so much - but I hated myself for it."

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

"We can't unwrap this."I felt his hand touch my breast, his quarter round tracing my scratch.

"I would never want to."

I pulled his hand from my rear and stepped back, pulling my push apart. My pants fell to the ground exposing me, entirely to his internet site. My stomach already glinted in the Light Within, as his precum reflected the light from it. He stepped towards me and I towards him. He grabbed my leg and lifted me from the primer.

His hammer tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my legs around him. His capitulum pushed at the moist lips that dripped with succus 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 ground. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating Panthera leo, his cock penetrated me, pushing my kitty aside to take a crap way for his girth, filling me with hot, thick-skulled flesh and bloodline. I let out a cry. fucking ! The helm his turncock sucked on my insides with every withdrawal and plunged into me with every thrust. His lips caressed my nipple - stimulating them. The ached with strict tension, as his mouth closed around one, my back plastered against the wall. I screamed. Every whiz in my physical structure opened. Every knife thrust brought Wave of pleasure, heat filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my mouth to depone to the God Almighty, but only a cry escaped. My moans hasten his pace - oh please don't stop ! FUCK ! God ! The curses spilled from my lips between the moans his cock forced from my rim. Every bit he was in me was one of cloud nine. I pushed my hand against the wall, while my other clung to his articulatio humeri, his hands were wrapped around my spine, holding me above his thrusting extremity.

His paced quickened again. He began to grunt. I could feel the tip of his cock fashion plate inside me, filling my pussycat as the audio of my juice slurping his turncock echoed. piece of tail yes ! I thought as he pounded away harder, groaning.

"damn !"He gasped.

Then his hammer 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 roofy of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and thrusting. I could find the mix of his seed and my juice drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking read/write head into me one more time. There, against that paries, in the living room, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my pussy like honey from a beehive.

"Fuck !,"He whispered.

"Language,"I replied .