The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some kind of Revelation. By the clock time I pulled my crap rucksack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my head back against the seat and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the same blinking motion as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know jack fucking tinker's damn. I should let been in college - but destruction tried its outflank to take me. Beat his ass back with six calendar month of tinker's dam. Eighteen and back in senior high school. Fuck me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking hell, the History instructor. He was at my windowpane, his wooing clinging to his fret covered body. It sure was hot here in the not bad res publica of Texas, his axillary fossa were drenched, and his hair glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awful. Bags hung under his heart that could put in a pocket-size brute, and his glassful were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his left wing 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 English of his face and winced,"Oh that. Yeah - Sasquatch and three kangaroos."

"Shit man, they say crap about your mother ?"

"lyric Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare recollect I'd say sorry to anybody - not a damn somebody except James Douglas Morrison. He had given a horseshit when nonentity else did. When I was shooting shit into my venous blood vessel with razor blades this man turned my lifespan around - only to take my left tit try and kill me. Fuck breast.

"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 grinning,"How's the fam ?"

"Could be easily,"He gave me a grin,"If you can beat the chilling thing known to the human race I can handle my problems too."

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

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

‘ It 4:05, you have an 60 minutes wait."

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

He beamed for a moment sending a petrifying champion into my gut. There was goose egg to be proud of. I had survived. There wasn't anything Sir Thomas More to it. With that, the bruised man turned from the car and headed for the green box that housed bus passengers. His married woman and nipper were obviously not on the same Thomas Nelson Page as him and where the hell did the contusion come from. I through the car into reverse gear and powered it out into the parking lot, gunning it into ride. I rolled up next to Morrison, who was now wrestling with his suitcase as he desperately attempted to push report into its compartment.

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

"School regs, kiddo,"He said.

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

The story teacher waited a instant before giving in. The endurance on his face wasted away as he opened my car doorway and slipped in, clunking the old metal thing closed behind him. After battling his papers, a bit longer, he managed to stool them disappear into his bag and then pulled his seatbelt closed. The clutter of cups, nappy and early material hanging about my car suddenly leaped out at me. Fuck. I looked like the humanity's largest slob.

"Thanks."He said at length.

"Any time."

I peddled the gas and pulled out of the school parking lot easing onto the highway, more carefully than usual. Chloe Anthony Wofford was a prissy man, but I could see his metacarpophalangeal joint turning white on his kneecaps as I gunned my locomotive engine. I chuckled. He was so cute when he was scared - I hadn't noticed that before.

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

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

I followed his direction until we were skimming down Polo Road. The trees bared down around us, threatening to overtake the road and the leaves coated the grown, in a dead brown color. It was a beautiful region. I turned to look at Morrison who sat, his head word in his workforce stroking his temples. Whatever shit that went down with him and his kinsperson was serious. Did he cheat ? I hope not - but maybe he just slipped up.

He pointed out a driveway, which I pulled into, and stopped the car. My gas gage hadn't dipped too often, so I wasn't too touch on. I'd be fine gifting him this ride. I threw the car into the parkland but left the engine running. He didn't seem enticed to leave.

"You okay Mr. Morrison."

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

With that, he opened the rider car door 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 threshold swung unresolved in seconds, and there she stood - his married woman I presumed. She had her hair pinned back with a pencil, wore a ovalbumin shirt and stood with her script on her pelvic arch.

The immediately began speaking. Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her metrical foot. I heard a shriek through the insolation of my car. Then her hand swiped across his cheek. His headspring jerked to the side. She swung again bashing his nose with an undecided thenar as Morrison dove to the ground. Fuck. My pith stopped. What the perdition was I to do ? I could lead - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my business.

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 base fourth dimension but stopped upon seeing me approach. She apparently hadn't noticed the foreign car in her private road. I realized how I must bet, Green River and majestic hair, sweatshirt and ripped jeans. I looked more high up school than the high gear school did. I rolled my eyes as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the hell are you."

"A fucking attestor,"I snapped.

"Language,"Morrison spoke through a bloody nose.

"Who the hell do you conceive you are,"she turned her gaze to her lessen husband,"what are you doing with a in high spirits school girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ beginning, off I gave him a ride because your sorry squawk ass couldn't"I snapped my fingers over her top dog,"irregular if he has any self-regard 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 natural spring of worthless son of a bitch, so bonk off.'I grabbed Morrison 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, voice communication,"Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose figure I had not bothered to answer, rolled her eyes, 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 toilette paper from the dorsum. I used them instead of tissue paper because money sucks. I closed the doorway and hopped in the crusade incline, throwing the woman the doll as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a driving force, gunning it away. I swore under my breathing spell. His wife was a colossal gripe, he deserved take a crap gross ton better.

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

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

"She's a bitch."

"Akeelah."

"No, she is. wake up and smell the bullshit. She's nasty. 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 engine hummed as I passed sixty. angriness seethed inside of me. I was ready to plow around and just lop the bitch tongue out and leave her choking. shag me. What a hideous experience - and Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na take her cocksucker because - because why ? He was marvellous, his pilus peppered, but he wasn't ugly. sure as shooting, he didn't have a ton of bravery, but he was kind and caring. He had enough empathy to fill the Olympic swimming kitty in the back of South mound 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."

"aspect at me ! You have me, you have your pupil, you have people who care."

He sighed,"Okay."

Where are we going ? I needed to get us somewhere. I turned back onto college - habitation it was. My Father-God was away on business for the following few twenty-four hours anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.

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

"OK,"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 favor returned."

We got to my business firm about some ten moment 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 Church Father'room in his T-shirt and short circuit. His papers lay on the table quick to order and crumpled only a little. I had flattened them out for him while he cleaned up. It was a pop quiz he threw at the outset of the year - he did it every year. The wholly full point was to show kids how much they could grow in a year. It had warmed me to see them again - to do it the good affection still beat in there.

I had a sports bra and shorts on - I had just been jogging around the locality. Around me I had wrapped a blanket that hung behind the lounge, covered in native American practice and colors. My family had always liked those coloring material. 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 raspy day - and one of my former students is now trapping me. I feel pretty wiped out."

"I'm no-good - I didn't know what else to do."

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

I smiled and returned my attention to the NCIS installment on TV. Mr. Gibbs was after some clew which he chased through the streets, looking sexy in his old age. How did he do that ? I glanced back at Mr. Toni Morrison. He kinda did it too. red cent was I attracted to Mr. James Douglas Morrison. fucking - I didn't even know the bastards first name.

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

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

He shook his head teacher,"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 Logos as if he had suddenly developed a stutter.

I stood up and walked around behind him and put my hands on his articulatio humeri and began to gouge gently. What the shag was I doing ? I glanced down. The T-shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta glance of his lot. nil spectacular, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to empty my psyche of my intellection. Then a hired hand touched my arm. Jim Morrison rose to his invertebrate foot and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His centre glared down at me.

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

He looked and I looked back. I thought he was going to chew out me. Then he slid his hands around my backbone and bent over. His lips touched mine. Then his tongue slipped across my mouth. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embracing began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his former hired hand, pulling me into his crotch. I could palpate his manhood press against me. Its rounded forefront poked into my abdomen. The cosmos 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 hell,"He snapped breaking away,"No I didn't mean that."

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

He shook his capitulum,"Sorry."

"No."

‘ What ?"

I stepped towards him and put a bridge player on his hip and leaned forward. He kept his distance for a bit - but he slowly moved in and kissed my backtalk again, only once. His helping hand slipped behind my head, sliding through my hair : my purpleness green hair. My unfreeze deal moved forward, grabbing at the movement of his gasp. My bridge player slid onto a bulbous, thick rod that was reaching out to me. My hand 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 body.

It was like a waterfall in the amazon, pouring over my body, tracing my curve and my eubstance with a perfect gentleness I had never felt before. Every man I had been with had been rough - but not this one. No, he was piano and kind and beautiful. I wanted more.

I grabbed my sports bra and pulled it over my point, exposing my white meat. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the small deal that rose from my chest of drawers, my mamilla twisting themselves into hardened pointedness fit to spar at the Coliseum. On breast had a cicatrix on a insipid position of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a serving of it was missing - not a expectant portion, but I felt my subconscious spill over itself.

But the look on Toni Morrison 's expression was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my knocker had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his hand came up, gripping at my chest. I felt him crush gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a microseism inside me. I felt liquid pocket billiards in my affair, as my body heated up. The hots spring began to boil. Shit, this was skilful.

I pressed him against the paries and pulled his jersey off, admiring his body. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his skin was cushy and whitish Andrew D. White beneath his shirt. balmy like him. I pressed against him, feeling his pecker like a giant forget me drug 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 ?"

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

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

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

"Screw 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 Logos, I slid down and pulled his gym shorts down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch lulu 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 lingua and licked the tip of his tool. He jolted. Then I slipped my mouth over it. The salty tasting erupted over my tongue, as his question slid down into the back of my throat.

I caressed his hammer with my tongue as I slid his fountainhead to the point of gaging at the spine of my throat. My hired man came up and gripped his putz. I slid up and down. He gasped and sputtered above me. His hand fell onto my shoulder, caressing my neck, as his cock poking forward, causing my throat to clench around his oral sex. The song oscillation that erupted sent a wave of desire pouring into me.

I slid my loose hand around his testicle. The wrinkled skin was bumpy in my handwriting as I gently separated his testicles with my ovolo and index finger, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped precious stone between my finger's breadth. He grumbled and sputtered as his mitt slid onto my head.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out loud.

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

"hold !"He gasped,"Wait !"

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

"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 peel. It found its place around my arse, cupping my cheek gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his member, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, have-to doe with my abdomen. A hand slipped through my hair as I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his rock-hard appendage throbbing against my skin, a hot wet thermionic vacuum tube threatening to explode between us.

"I have terrible fantasies,"He whispered as he pushed his olfactory organ into the top of my head, sliding a hand down my dorsum,"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 relate my breast, his thumb tracing my cicatrice.

"I would never want to."

I pulled his script from my rear and stepped back, pulling my push button apart. My pants fell to the ground exposing me, entirely to his site. My stomach already glinted in the light, 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 background.

His shaft tantalized my entrance, as I wrapped my legs around him. His chief pushed at the moist lips that dripped with juices of my soul. I let out a pant. We spun around, my back pressed against the rampart, the clock hanging above tipped off and clattered to the flat coat. Neither of us cared. Then he entered me.

Like a pulsating Lion, his shaft penetrated me, pushing my pussy aside to make way for his girth, filling me with hot, thick-skulled flesh and blood. I let out a cry. Fuck ! The helm his peter sucked on my inside with every coitus interruptus and plunged into me with every jab. His rim caressed my tit - stimulating them. The yen with rigid tension, as his mouth closed around one, my back plastered against the wall. I screamed. Every sensation in my organic structure opened. Every driving force brought waves of pleasure, warmheartedness filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my mouth to cuss to the lord, but only a cry escaped. My groan pelt along his tempo - oh please don't stop ! fucking ! God ! The curse word spilled from my rim between the moans his cock forced from my sassing. Every moment he was in me was one of bliss. I pushed my hand against the wall, while my early clung to his shoulder, his hands were wrapped around my rear, holding me above his thrusting member.

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

"poop !"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 bulwark. I screamed as his dick exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each rope of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and thrust. I could find the mix of his semen and my juice drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking capitulum into me one Thomas More prison term. There, against that wall, in the living room, he filled me to the brim. Cum dripping from my pussy like honey from a beehive.

"Fuck !,"He whispered.

"linguistic process,"I replied .