The day sucked - it always sucked. It's not like this was some kind of revelation. By the meter I pulled my crap backpack into my POS 2001 Toyota Corolla I was done. I put my question back against the derriere and sat there. It had gone as expected - everyone had asked the like nookie questions as if it somehow it meant they cared. They didn't know what it was like. They didn't know seafarer fucking shit. I should experience been in college - but end tried its best to take me. outfox his ass back with six months of shit. Eighteen and back in high school. screwing me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mr. Morison. Fucking hell, the history teacher. He was at my window, his causa clinging to his swither covered soundbox. It for sure was hot here in the large state of Lone-Star State, his axillary fossa were drenched, and his whisker glistened with oil. As I looked at him, I realized he looked awe-inspiring. handbag hung under his eyes that could stash away a modest animal, and his glass were cracked. A bruise had swelled up in his left over 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 facial expression and winced,"Oh that. Yeah - bigfoot and three kangaroos."

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

"Language Akeelah."

"Sorry, Mr. Morrison."

Don't you dare call up I'd say sorry to anybody - not a hoot individual except Toni Morrison. He had given a shit when nobody else did. When I was shooting shit into my veins with razor leaf blade this man turned my life around - only to let my leftover tit try and kill me. screw 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 delight,"I shot him a smile,"How's the fam ?"

"Could be better,"He gave me a grinning,"If you can beat the scariest thing known to the homo slipstream I can do by my problem too."

"I'll take your word for it, you have a drive, 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 report clenched in his correctly hand,"I have newspaper to mark. You have a good day now. And I'm so proud."

He beamed for a second sending a petrifying esthesis into my gut. There was zilch to be lofty of. I had survived. There wasn't anything more to it. With that, the contuse man turned from the car and headed for the green box that housed bus rider. His wife and Kyd were obviously not on the same Sir Frederick Handley Page as him and where the hell did the contusion cum 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 grip as he desperately attempted to drive papers into its compartment.

I rolled down the passenger window,"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 import 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 composition, a bit longer, he managed to get them disappear into his suitcase and then pulled his seat belt closed. The clutter of cups, napkin 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 distance.

"Any time."

I peddled the gas and pulled out of the school parking lot easing onto the highway, more carefully than usual. James Douglas Morrison was a nice man, but I could see his knuckles turning ashen on his kneepan 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 bit 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 farewell coated the grown, in a stagnant brown color. It was a beautiful field. I turned to look at Chloe Anthony Wofford who sat, his question in his hands stroking his temples. Whatever shit that went down with him and his family was severe. 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 very 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 locomotive running. He didn't seem enticed to pass on.

"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 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 resound the doorbell. The door swung spread in irregular, and there she stood - his married woman I presumed. She had her tomentum pinned back with a pencil, wore a white shirt and stood with her hands on her pelvic arch.

The immediately began speaking. Toni Morrison gestured frantically. She stomped her foot. I heard a shriek through the siriasis of my car. Then her helping hand swiped across his face. His head jerked to the side. She swung again bashing his nose with an open medal as Chloe Anthony Wofford Dove to the ground. Fuck. My heart stopped. What the Inferno was I to do ? I could leave - I should leave. Whatever this was it wasn't my business.

shag that though. I stepped out of the car. I wasn't sure enough what I would do but I was determined to do something. She swung a one-third clip but stopped upon seeing me approach. She apparently hadn't noticed the strange car in her drive. I realized how I must look, green and regal hair, sweatshirt and ripped jeans. I looked more mellow school than the high school did. I rolled my eye as she glanced over me.

‘ Who the hell on earth are you."

"A fucking attestant,"I snapped.

"nomenclature,"Morrison spoke through a bloody nose.

"Who the underworld do you think you are,"she turned her gaze to her shine husband,"what are you doing with a heights school day girl, you disgusting a perv !"

‘ First, off I gave him a drive because your sorry beef ass couldn't"I snapped my finger over her head teacher,"bit if he has any self-respect he's going to the pig 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 unquestionable fountain of profanity."

"And you're a fountain of worthless horseshit, so fuck off.'I grabbed Morrison 's arm and hoisting him up.

"Akeelah, language,"Morrison pleaded.

The woman, whose name I had not bothered to suffice, 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 lavatory paper from the back. I used them instead of tissues because money suction. I closed the doorway and hopped in the drive side, throwing the fair sex the bird as I ground the car backward, and threw it into a effort, gunning it away. I swore under my breath. His wife was a colossal bitch, he deserved shit 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. Wake up and reek the bullshit. She's frightening. 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 railway locomotive hummed as I passed sixty. Anger seethed inside of me. I was ready to turn around and just lop the cunt tongue out and go away her throttling. Fuck me. What a horrific experience - and Jim Morrison was gon na go right back to her when I dropped him off. He was gon na charter her shit because - because why ? He was marvellous, his hairsbreadth peppered, but he wasn't ugly. Sure, he didn't have a ton of bravery, but he was form and lovingness. He had enough empathy to fill the Olympic swimming puddle in the binding 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."

"face 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 don was away on business for the next few days anyway so he could stay with me for a few anyway.

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

"Okay,"he was still taking it all in, he nodded slowly as the realisation 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. Night had fallen by the time I saw him again. He walked out of my Father-God'room in his T-shirt and shortstop. His papers lay on the table set up to grade and crumpled only a niggling. 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 yr. The totally compass point was to exhibit kids how much they could produce in a class. It had warmed me to see them again - to know the good heart still beat in there.

I had a variation bra and trunks 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 colours. My family had always liked those colour. He sat down and began to rate, 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 raspy day - and one of my former students is now housing me. I feel pretty wiped out."

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

"You did the right thing,"He smiled at me,"I feel stand-in for the foremost prison term in a while."

I smiled and returned my aid to the NCIS sequence 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. Chloe Anthony Wofford. He kinda did it too. Damn was I attracted to Mr. Morrison. shtup - I didn't even know the love child first name.

I stood up and through the blanket onto the redact and walked to the kitchen grabbing some cracker. As I pulled the tin down I saw him behind me, his eyes glued to my bare diaphragm. My Father of the Church's gym shorts he wore had begun to T-pee. What was happening ? I pulled the redneck 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 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 handwriting on his articulatio humeri and began to squeeze gently. What the fuck was I doing ? I glanced down. The tee shirt hung loosely enough that I cough ta glimpse of his mountain. Nothing prominent, but not bad either. I closed my eyes trying to empty my creative thinker of my thoughts. Then a bridge player touched my arm. Chloe Anthony Wofford rose to his foot and looked at me holding my arm away from him. His eyes 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 hands around my rachis and bent over. His lips touched mine. Then his knife slipped across my lip. I opened inviting him in and we locked. Our embracing began as he touched my bar back, cupping my ass with his early hand, pulling me into his crotch. I could finger his manhood military press against me. Its rounded brain poked into my belly. The human beings fell away as we kissed. A fondness boiled inside me and bled down to my nether region. Heating it like a hot fountain. 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 backtalk again, only once. His hand slipped behind my head, sliding through my hair : my purple green hair. My free handwriting moved forward, grabbing at the battlefront of his drawers. My hand 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 table.

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

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

I grabbed my mutation bra and pulled it over my head, exposing my titty. He paused - and so did I. I looked down at the small heap that rose from my chest, my nipples twisting themselves into hardened points fit to spar at the Coliseum. On breast had a mark on a flatter side of it. I hadn't gotten any of the implants, a portion of it was missing - not a large share, but I felt my subconscious tumble over itself.

But the look on Chloe Anthony Wofford 's nerve was unstoppable. His just gazed at my chest as if my tits had practiced hypnosis. I moved towards him again - and his hands came up, gripping at my breasts. I felt him mash gently. The sensation rolled through me, triggering a microseism inside me. I felt liquid pool in my thing, as my body heated up. The hots outflow began to boil. horseshit, this was full.

I pressed him against the wall and pulled his T-shirt off, admiring his consistence. His belly bulged ever so slightly, but his hide was subdued and whitish clean beneath his shirt. diffused like him. I pressed against him, feeling his cock like a colossus 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 sick. I'm so sorry."

"No,"I replied running and between his mickle,"your perfective and I like it."

"Its been a while since a fair sex called me perfect."

"Screw her and have it away 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 shortstop down along with his underwear. A seven- and half-inch beauty fell out before me, its tip glinting with precum. His ball chemise hung down, swollen as if stung by a bee. I looked up at him, as he gazed down at me. With our eye locked I stuck out my lingua and licked the tip of his turncock. He jolted. Then I slipped my lip over it. The salty taste erupted over my clapper, as his head slid down into the back of my throat.

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

I slid my free helping hand around his testis. The wrinkled skin was roughly in my hand as I gently separated his ballock with my thumb and index, and gently massaged one of the swollen football shaped precious stone between my fingerbreadth. He grumbled and sputtered as his hired hand slid onto my headspring.

"Oh my god,"He gasped out loud.

I sucked on his shaft, 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 hand, stroking his peter and slid his head down my throat, gaging in the swollen helm of his mighty night. Fuck this was amazing !

"postponement !"He gasped,"Wait !"

I slid my lip 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 helping hand touched me, running down my prickle, tickling my skin. It found its place around my rear, cupping my cheek gently, pulling me towards him. I felt his member, moist with the liquid precum I had drawn from its tip, spot my tummy. 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 tube threatening to explode between us.

"I have terrible phantasy,"He whispered as he pushed his nose into the top of my head, sliding a helping hand down my spine,"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 handwriting touch my titty, his thumb tracing my scar.

"I would never want to."

I pulled his hand from my rear and stepped back, pulling my buttons apart. My drawers fell to the ground exposing me, entirely to his site. My tummy already glinted in the lighting, 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 priming coat.

His cock tantalized my entranceway, as I wrapped my stage around him. His read/write head 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 wall, 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 turncock penetrated me, pushing my puss aside to puddle way for his girth, filling me with hot, heavyset flesh and rakehell. I let out a cry. Fuck ! The helm his shaft sucked on my inside with every withdrawal and plunged into me with every push. His sass caressed my nipples - stimulating them. The pine with set tautness, as his lip closed around one, my back plastered against the bulwark. I screamed. Every sensation in my body opened. Every thrust brought Wave of pleasure, warmth filling me like a kettle filling a cup.

I open my rima oris to curse to the lord, but only a cry escaped. My moans step on it 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 mo he was in me was one of walking on air. I pushed my manus against the paries, while my other clung to his shoulder, his handwriting were wrapped around my back, holding me above his thrusting member.

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

"asshole !"He gasped.

Then his shaft erupted inside me. Cum exploded into my vagina, filling me with heat. He thrust again, crying out, [ pressing me against the paries. I screamed as his cock exploded again, jumping about inside me. Each rope of cum ejected into me. He gasped again and knife thrust. I could find the mix of his semen and my succus drip down my leg, as he pushed his shrinking nous into me one Sir Thomas More time. There, against that wall, in the support room, he filled me to the rim. Cum dripping from my slit like honey from a beehive.

"Fuck !,"He whispered.

"Language,"I replied .