One day after dropping a white pedaled flower on her desk. Mille asked if she could share a secret with her. When Kristine leaned in with a wide grin, “tell me your secret Mille, it’ll be yours and mine only” and with that Mille pecked Kristine gently on the lips and quickly ran off but not before turning and holding the doorway to the class room with a devilish little grin half hidden by the wall… Kristine was caught off guard and almost started laughing hysterically because it was the last thing she expected. For a moment Kristine sat and thought about Mille. Mille had a pair of balls to do what she did.
The next day Mille walked in wearing a sky blue summer dress. She eyed her teacher and gave her the look of what she assumed was a “sexy” look. Kristine responded with a raised brow and small hidden grin meant only for Mille. “Sit down girls… and boys” Kristine said starting the class a little early. Mille sat front and center of the class as she always did. At first Kristine tried to ignore Mille’s provocative pose, but she couldn’t help but look. Mille spread her legs open revealing her sweet little pink box. Mille bit her lower lip as she noticed Kristine’s attention being diverted exactly where she wanted her to. Right at her.
Kristine noticed the girl’s pussy starting to get wet. As slips of light were caught in her pink lips and untouched fuck hole. Going against everything she had been taught about moral norms and social standings she decided to play with Mille in her perverted little game of “Hot For Teacher”. She leaned on Mille’s desk pressing her breasts up against one another with her arms. She watched the little girl‘s emerald eyes glow with excitement and intrigue. The other kids in the class room had no idea what was being played right in front of them. Completely bewildered and ignorant of the game the two engaged in. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Kristine couldn’t help but think of Mille through out the day as they teased each other. Both trying to one up the other. Kristine didn’t know why she was doing this. Deep down in her gut she knew it was wrong. Mille might have started to develop but she was still a little girl even at fourteen. The thought made a hot shiver run along her spine and legs. “God, this is so fucking hot”, Kristine thought.
Suddenly the men she was dating seemed like distant clouds. After loosing her husband she had been lonely and bored. Men seemed like pigs to her. Her dead husband would beat her… Why not she thought, it was Mille after all that made the advances and began courting her. Why not give this a shot, if only to have some perverted fun. The part of reason and logic in her brain screamed for her not to continue encouraging the young impressionable girl, but a deeper desire ruled her… she felt her self starting to get a little wet.
“Why don’t you stay after class Mille, I have something to discuss with you in private.”, no one said a thing; Mille just nodded and bit at her lower lip again agreeing to the arrangement grabbing fiercely at her desk and spreading her legs apart again.
With a loud slam and lock of the door without another word Kristine marched right up to Mille and locked her lips on the little girl. Her hands grabbing the girl on the ass and lifting her up in the air. Mille wrapped her lengthy legs around her teacher in embrace. She never kissed anyone before but that didn’t hold Mille back because it was Kristine taking control. Kristine teased the girl’s lips with quick lashes of her tongue and breathed in her air. Mille was swooned.
Kristine was enthralled with the situation as the two locked eyes with Mille still hold her with her legs. This was against everything she knew. If felt so bad it was good and delicious. She laid the girl gently on her back on her massive desk throwing papers off onto the floor clearing the way for her little whore. “Now, Mille… have you ever done anything like this before?” Kristine asked.
“No… But I have seen girls… you know… do things with one another… I want you teacher…teach me how to be a bad little girl”, as perverted and unreal as that sounded it was all Kristine need as she turned to her pupil, “now baby, im going to lick your pussy. Im going to make you feel a whole new experience in life. I don’t want you to be afraid… Mama’s going to make it all okay”, she leaned again with her body showing Mille’s body. They kissed and Kristine sucked in Mille’s tongue gently teasing her.
(Act Three)
“Fuck it” Hamilton thought. Mille was his. Just as much as those damned DVDs and wife belonged to him. She was there for him because of him. If anything the little bitch should be thankful. He clocked out of work early.
He arrived home. He walked through the door and there was Mille surprised and almost startled by his arrival. She pulled away the paper she was drawing and tried to hide it from her father beneath some homework. He caught her without saying a word, he pulled the drawing out of the tiny pile on the carpet and raised a brow when he realized what he was looking at. “Mille. Aren’t you talented?” he said genuinely impressed with the girl’s artwork.
A picture of a woman vaguely familiar laid naked on a bed with what appeared to be Mille kissing. His dick fluttered with excitement. To think, his little girl was a perverted little lesbian. “Silly girl”, he said with an evil twinkle in his eyes, “ bitches are for boys…. And daddies!” and without warning he grabbed Mille by the neck.
Frightened she said nothing. She saw into her dad’s eyes. In those raging almost black orbs laid a sick desire and lust. Mille recognized the look and had a damned good guess what her father wanted from her. She however did not want to give him anything. Especially that. She tried to scream but he held her too tightly. She watched in horror as her own father began to disrobe. Throwing his t shirt aside and unzipping his pants revealing a raging erection hidden only by the white cover of cotton.
Its finally happening Hamilton thought gleefully to himself. Finally after months of wanting to fuck Mille he was going to. He was so hard from the thought it started to hurt with so much blood pumping into this crouch and dick. Mille began to loose consciousness and with the roll of her eyes she blacked out.
She woke up on her father’s bed tied up with her ass in the air and limbs tied apart with torn bits of clothe. Immediately she pleaded with her father to stop and to let her go. He only smiled as he stroked himself at the sight of his sexy little minx of a daughter being held against her will with the promise of sexual penetration and violation only a father could give. He said nothing. She pleaded. This was it he thought and moved in climbing slowly over body kissing her buttocks and sliding his tongue on the inside of her ass crack. She squealed and began sobbing uncontrollably.
“Stop Daddy, please Stop!” she begged.
“Why baby? Can’t you see we’re having so much fun?” he responded in sick self satisfying tone.
She continued her pleas. For a moment though she was excited as she felt her dad’s lips and tongue tease the lining of her asshole. He flicked at it and pushed the tip of his muscle into her anus enough and gently enough for her little body to writhe not in pain or shock, but for the first time in excitement and arousal, but reality flooded in as he stopped and whispered into her ear, “I haven’t been a good daddy have I? Well starting today sweetie. I’m going to be very good to you from now on little baby”.
She hated the sound of her father talking to her like that. She hated the sound of any male talking a hushed seductive way. Him saying that made her gag. She didn’t want her daddy to be good to her. She just wanted to wake up. Sadly this was no dream.
Then she felt it. The head of his dick being rubbed against her ass and teasing at the lips of her pink pussy lips. She screamed. Hamilton grabbed Mille around the neck almost killing her in his crushing hands. “You’re making me angry Mille. Daddy’s going to have to teach you a less–” he was cut off as something very sharp and powerful grabbed his neck and the sudden taste of metal washed over his tongue.
Sticks heard Mille scream and rushed into the room and leaped at Hamilton locking him firmly in his powerful jaws. Hamilton jumped and tried to throw the mutt off him but to no avail. Punching the dog only pissed the mongrel off: the dog only biting harder into his neck with each hit. With no air and blood flooding into his lungs he started to black out, but in one last ditch effort he swung around. By some miracle the was able to throw the dog off but unable to catch his balance. He stumbled out the window smashing it a thousand slivers that cut into his flesh falling into wet grass…
… The sky half covered in clouds let the air kiss the skin with cool lips. The smell of the night’s embrace of rainfall was a welcomed treat. A silver sly smile cut into the sky shining the plains in a heavy blue hue. The soil of the earth ripe for seeding.
The rain was good Hamilton thought. “Nothing like spring tears to wash away the sins of the sinner“ he muttered with blood gushing from his neck. He couldn’t feel the rain, or grass, but he could feel the insane amount of pain raging an unholy storm throughout his body. He wasn’t done yet he thought and climbed to his feet with a hand around his throat… he was going to finish this.
He ran into the house with hand firmly clasping his neck. He ran through the hallway, and with nothing but rage and pain to guide him. He burst into the room expecting to find a helpless little girl and a stupid mutt about to fucking die. What he met was two hundred pounds of a furry wrecking ball of teeth and meat. He tried to fight the dog off, and for a moment pleaded quietly into the dog’s eyes, but Sticks showed him no apology. With that the dog tore into Hamilton’s face: smashing bone and tearing meat with each gnash of his powerful jaws. He felt every painful second of the mauling. He was left on the carpet chocking from the hole that was once his face.
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