THE JUNKYARD FAMILY Part 3

Jeff Hamilton opened his eyes wider, the better to see with. He nudged Graham, who looked around and followed his gaze.
“Yum, yum,” he said.
“Fuckin’ right!”
“Wouldn’t I like a taste of her.”
“Lookit those tits,” Jeff sighed.
“Like to suck on them.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
“Think she puts out?”
“Course she does. Lookit those legs, would ya. Lookit that little bitty skirt. You can practically see her ass.”
They stared as the girl approached.
“Hi, Keri,” Jeff called.
“Hi, Jeff,” she replied, waving casually.
“Can I suck on your titties?” he said, too quiet for her to hear. He and Graham watched her pass by, their eyes watching her ass cheeks as she moved away.
“Can I fuck you till your ears leak?” Graham asked, in the same tone.
“Till you beg for mercy?” Jeff snickered.
“What a waste!” Graham sighed.
“Huh?”
“Bitches like that wasting their time at school when they could be in bed getting fucked.”
“By you, you mean?”
“And everyone.”
They moved away from the fence they’d been leaning on and followed Keri down the walk to school.
“Think you can get into her pants?” Graham asked.
“Maybe. If I can get her to go out with me.”
“Get pictures.”
“Yeah, right. Wouldn’t I like that.”
“Where’s she live, anyway?”
“Down near Hunt Road, near some kind of junkyard.”
“We ought to get my dad’s binoculars and go over there. Maybe we could see her undressing or something.”
“What I wouldn’t give to see her naked,” Jeff sighed, rolling his eyes.

*****

Keri walked through the door of the school and down the hall to her locker. She met Amy on the way.
“Nice shoes,” she said, looking at the little blue shoes Amy wore.
“Got them last week at Sumners.”
“How much?”
“Sixty.”
“Not bad. They match your pants and shirt perfectly.” Amy was wearing a pair of tight, light blue pants that framed her perfect round ass and slim legs. On top of them was a darker blue blouse that showed the two points of Amy’s nipples through the filmy material. Amy’s long, straight blonde hair covered her shoulders and hung down around her chest and arms.
“Yeah. What are you doing after school tonight?”
“Nothing much. What about you?”
“Nothing. Want to come over to my place?”
“Uh, no thanks,” Keri grinned.
“What’s the matter? Don’t want my grandfather feeling you up again?”
“Not really.”
“He’s just a horny old man, that’s all.”
“Let him feel you up then.”
“Why don’t we go to your place and watch the satellite?”
“If you want,” Keri sighed.
“I think your place is cool.”
“Please. I live in a junk yard.”
Amy shrugged. “So the view isn’t much. It’s still a nice place inside.”
“If you forget about my family.”
“They’re not so bad. Better than my grandfather.”
“They’re all macho pigs, including my sister.”
They went into biology class and separated. Mr. Jaimeson made everybody sit according to a seating plan. Keri sat up in the front row. She sat down and crossed her long legs, pulling on her skirt, which had ridden up when she’d sat.
A few minutes later, Mr. Jaimeson came in and dropped his briefcase on the desk, then began to lecture them on the DNA factor. Keri did her best to stay awake. She hated biology. It was by far her worst subject, and her marks reflected that. If she didn’t do something about her biology marks soon they would drag her overall average down too far to get a scholarship. She planned to do something about it today. Right after biology class, in fact, when she had a free period.
The dress she was wearing was the means to get her marks increased. It wasn’t sluttish exactly. It didn’t leave everything hanging our or anything. Nobody could see her nipples through it. It wasn’t rubbery or shiny spandex. Despite that, it was, she thought, incredibly sexy. It was white, short and very, very tight. Every curve and bulge of her body was reflected and enhanced in it. Her breasts made two absolutely perfect round swells in the top of the dress. The hem hugged her thighs tightly, and reflected the roundness of her ass whenever she moved. She was glad that the requirement to wear uniforms to class had been rescinded a few years ago.
She knew Jaimeson thought she was sexy. Sometimes, when the students were working on something and Jaimeson was at his desk, she’d look up out of the corner of her eyes and notice him watching her, staring at her legs or boobs. She was counting on that today. They were supposed to have a quiz, one she’d dreaded. She was going to try to do to Jaimeson what she’d done to Tommy on the bus last night.
Sure enough, within twenty minutes, the quizzes were handed out and Jaimeson sat at his desk watching them, or wandered back and forth across the front of the class. She pretended to work on the quiz, but kept half her thoughts and one eye on Jaimeson.
He kept glancing at her legs and looking away. It wouldn’t do to get caught staring at her. She uncrossed her legs, and let them spread, pretending to be engrossed in the quiz. Jaimeson looked longer, then moved to his desk and sat down.
She grinned to herself. She’d tried to be subtle, opening her legs toward the empty desk, not to where Jaimeson had been standing. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as Jaimeson slowly slumped downward in his chair.
Dirty old man, she thought. Jaimeson wasn’t old, really. He was younger than her father. Still, anyone over thirty was old to her. She let her legs open further, knowing Jaimeson would be able to see right up to her panties from where he slumped. She wasn’t wearing any panties of course, so he was in for a surprise.
He spilled his coffee cup onto the floor and everyone looked up.
Keri hid her smile.
He cleaned it up quickly and then walked nervously over to the far corner, trying not to look at her. That lasted for about two minutes and then he was back at his desk, drawn there irresistibly. He slumped down again. Keri’s legs were almost wide enough to be called on. The only way she could pretend innocence was by leaning forward intently and staring at her paper. Her spread thighs had pulled the short hem upwards so her cunt was practically out in the air now.
She glanced up secretively. Jaimeson was forgetting to look away every second or two, staring straight into her brown, trimmed, thinly-furred fuck-hole with a look like a cat staring at a bird.
The time for the quiz was supposed to have been up five minutes ago and almost everyone had already finished. Jaimeson blinked awake and called out for the quizzes to be handed forward. He usually picked them up, but Keri was betting he had a hard-on and couldn’t move.
The papers were passed to the front row and then down the row to the left side where the girl handed them across his desk to him. The bell rang just then, saving Jaimeson from finding an excuse to remain in his seat. Everyone got up, except him and headed for the door.
Keri pulled her skirt down nonchalantly and went back to where Amy was.
“I’ll see you in math,” she said.
“Yeah, okay,” Amy answered, going down the hall with Brad Timmons.
After everyone had left, she went back into the classroom just in time to see Jaimeson starting to get out of his chair.
“May I talk to you for a second, Mr. Jaimeson?” she called.
He looked startled and dropped back behind the desk. “Oh, uh… of course, uh, Keri.”
She closed the door behind her. She’d already locked it. She walked down the aisle to his desk and then stood next to Jaimeson. His face was at a level with her crotch as he sat there and he looked away quickly, his face going up to look at hers.
“What…” He cleared his throat. “What can I do for you?”
“It’s about my marks.”
“Yes?”
“Well, I’m trying to get a scholarship. Right now, with my sixty-five in biology, my average mark is an eighty-nine.”
“That’s an excellent overall average,” he said.
“Not for a scholarship. If my biology mark was, say… ninety-four, then my average would jump all the way to ninety-four.”
“Well, you’ll just have to study harder.”
“I do study hard. I study biology a lot, but I just don’t understand it.”
“What is it you want me to do?”
“Well…” She sat her right buttock on the left side of his desk, facing him. His eyes almost went to her skirt but quickly shot back to her face.
“I was hoping you could give me some private tutoring.”
“Uh… I’m too busy for that these days, Keri.”
“I need that scholarship, Mr. Jaimeson.” she scowled. She stood up and, her hands going to her skirt.
As Jaimeson watched in stunned amazement, she slowly pulled the hem up over her buttocks and hips. His eyes stared at her bare crotch, ogling her cunt slit and little thatch of coppery brown hair.
“I… I… You…”
“It would be worth your while to help me, sir,” she said, her voice soft and persuasive. She pulled the bottom up higher, up along her belly to her breasts, then up over them and over her shoulders. She had no bra on and stood there completely nude now, save for her heels.
Jaimeson was swallowing repeatedly, and sweating profusely. He gaped at her blatant, perfect, firm, teenaged nudity, hardly even breathing. He seemed almost to be turned to stone.
Her eyes scanned his crotch. Well, one part of him had been turned to stone, anyway. She leaned forward over him, her firm, fat breasts inches from his dazed face.
“I really, reeeaaally need private tutoring,” she breathed.
His hands came up, as if to ward her off.
“The door!” panic in his voice.
“Locked,” she replied calmly.
She put her hands in his, squeezing them, then pulling them up against her naked breasts. She pushed his open hands against the center of her boobs, pressing them in and groaning.
“Oh God!” he moaned.
She looked hungrily at him, then threw her left leg across him and sat down in his lap, facing him.
He stared up at her in amazement, his hands still on her breasts. He let out a long shaky breath and then he buried his face between her breasts. He slobbered and licked and kissed her chest as she rubbed her pendulous boobs against his face. He started moving his face around, his mouth slurping against first one then the other breast, kissing and nipping at her nipples, soaking her flesh with his drool. His hands went around her back and pulled her into him.
She cooed and grinded her pelvis against him, rubbing her crotch into his belly. Her hands slid through his hair as he sucked on her tits, and she pretended excitement. In fact, she WAS starting to get aroused, not from Jaimeson, who was okay looking, but an old guy.
No. She was getting aroused from the sheer wantonness of her act. Here she was completely NAKED, sitting in a teacher’s lap, right in the middle of school!
Jaimeson’s hand dropped to her buttocks and he started caressing her skin as she leaned forward into him. His fingers slid down her ass crack and over her puckered anus, but couldn’t reach to her cunt.
Keri pulled his face up to hers and then kissed his lips. He returned the kiss hungrily. His lips crushing hers as his tongue shot into her mouth.
Her hands reached down between her legs to his crotch, rubbing against his erection. She opened his pants and slid her small hand inside. She pulled his big pecker out, surprised at its size. She had only fucked two boys and neither of them had had a cock as big as this. She fisted it and then pointed it at her cunt. She rose upward, squatting over his lap, and pulling his cocktip against her cleft. She concentrated and then slowly lowered herself, feeling her cuntlips spread apart as she came down on his rod. She groaned theatrically and leaned her chest backward as she sank down on his hard erection. It slid upwards into her body, cleaving the folds of her silky fuck box and moving deep into her belly.
“Oooooooh!” she groaned. She spread her legs, coming down fully on his prong, feeling his balls and the zipper and material of his pants press into her buttocks.
Then, she was down all the way. She slid her ass from side to side and began kissing Jaimeson again.
His hands came up and squeezed her breasts as she sat on his cockrod. Then she started to rise, sliding her cunt tunnel upwards. Several inches of cock slid out of her body. Then she sank back down again, taking it all back inside. She started to fuck down on him, her hands around his shoulders for balance as she began pulling her ass up and down over his cock.
Her legs were rapidly tiring, but he didn’t look like he was going to take long. His eyes were bugging out and his chest was heaving in and out. She wondered briefly if he’d have a heart attack. What would she do then?
Then his arms went around her waist and locked her tight against him in a bear hug. He held her still, his cock deep up her fuck tunnel. She felt him shiver and tremble against her, and felt his flooding heat inside her cunt. She smiled in satisfaction, holding her breasts against his face as he came inside her.
She kissed him lightly on the forehead, then slowly rose, standing beside him. She looked over for her dress and started to walk towards it.
Jaimeson grabbed her wrist though and hauled her back against him.
She overbalanced and fell backwards across him, half sitting, half lying across his lap.
“What…”
“Not so fast, honey,” he panted.
“What is it?”
“You don’t buy me that easy.”
“But…”
“Uh, uh. You aren’t even a sixty-five, you little slut. I corrected your test from Tuesday and you’re down to fifty-nine. If you want that bumped up almost forty points you’re going to have to work for it.”
She stared at him in surprise. She thought Jaimeson was a simple little twerp and would wrap around her finger willingly.
“What?” she asked, suspiciously. She pulled away from him, standing up beside his desk.
His eyes roved over her body. Now he made no effort to hide his lust for her.
“In for a penny, in for a pound.”
“What?”
“It means, sweety, I might as well get my money’s worth.”
“Hey, I no cheap hooker, Mr. Jaimeson.”
“All women are whores, Keri. They just have different prices and different ways they choose to get paid.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he interrupted her.
“I’ve been looking at those big tits and that tight little ass of yours for months, now; not to mention these fucking legs,” he sighed, his hand sliding up and down her leg above the knee.
“What do you want?” she asked again, slightly apprehensive.
“I want you to do some of the things I’ve dreamed of having you do to and for me.”
Shit. She hadn’t even thought about him when she was masturbating on the roof. Did all the men teachers fantasize about her too? Did they jerk off to her image at night?
He stood up and rummaged in several desk drawers, then came out with a couple of pieces of cord.
“First, I want you to suck me off,” he said.
“Well, okay.” It wasn’t like she hadn’t done that before. She had been afraid he wanted something weird.
“First, turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I’m going to tie your hands.”
“Now way!” she said, jerking backwards.
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just want your hands behind you when you suck me.”
“Why? Are you afraid I’m going to pick your pocket?”
“It’s part of the image. Come on now. Do it.”
She turned around and put her hands behind her.
Jaimeson carefully tied the cords around her, locking her wrists tightly together.
She was nervous and pulled on her wrists but they wouldn’t move at all.
“Now get down on your knees,” he said, pushing down on her shoulders.
She was a little confused but did as he ordered.
“Straighten your back. Don’t sit on your heels, you little whore.”
“Hey, don’t call me a whore.”
“It’s what you are, Keri. Face that fact. Sex for grades — you choose the game. It’s what all you women are.”
She straightened up.
He walked around in front of her, then did a complete circle around her body, his eyes ravishing her.
“Lovely. Absolutely gorgeous. You’re body is more perfect than I even imagined. The perfect image,” he sighed.
He took his pants off and folded them across his chair.
“Do you know how often I’ve dreamed of this, Keri?” He stepped in front of her, his cock already starting to harden again. It was slightly wet from her cunt as he pushed it against her lips.
She opened her mouth and sucked him in. He tasted very odd. She rolled his cock around in her mouth for several seconds before realizing it was her own taste. It was the taste of her cunt juices on his organ. She slurped on it, sucking and sliding her tongue around and around the head, then back along the shaft.
The cock began to harden rapidly and he slid it back out so only his cockhead was in her mouth. He didn’t touch her at all at first. He simply stood upright, his hands folded across his chest, his legs spread slightly as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheeks, wiping the cum and spit across her face before pushing the head into her lips again. She sucked it down, bobbing her head up and down the length again.
Jaimeson’s hands slipped down around her ears and cupped them, then squeezed them. He used them as handles and began to fuck into her mouth. He jammed the head of his cock against the back of her mouth as he thrust into her forcefully. She grunted and gurgled around his fat prick each time he pushed it insistently against the back wall of her mouth.
His hands slid around her head, sliding through her thick coppery hair, squeezing great handfuls of it and sliding his fingers through the silky strands. He pressed the back of her head against his cock and jammed his cock in again.
Keri sputtered as a wad of sperm shot into her throat. She swallowed quickly and continuously as more and more jism spewed out into her mouth. She drank his cock juice, glad that it signalled an end to this little fantasy game.
She was starting to get worried about being found here. The door might be locked but a lot of people had keys and if she were found like this she would never, ever, ever, never live it down. She’d be famous. The talk of the school for years to come.
He staggered back with a great gasp and leaned against the wall staring at her. His cock was no longer erect and she hoped it would stay soft. She hadn’t envisioned all this when she’d planed on seducing him. She’d thought she would be in control. When had it all gone wrong?
“What a hot little mouth. God, I love to fuck you hot assed teenagers,” he leered.
She blinked her eyes in surprise. Did he do this often?
“Get up, Keri,” he said. He grabbed her under her arm and pulled her upward.
“Untie me,” she grumped.
He did without protest and she heaved a sigh of relief as the cords came off her wrists.
“Is that it? Do I get my ninety-four now?”
“Nope, not yet.”
“We’re going to get caught,” she whined, looking around at the door.
“Nobody uses this room until noon, as you no doubt knew from the schedule on the door. Still…”
“The first one brought you up to seventy, the blow-job up to eighty. If you want to go to ninety-four you’ll have to do what I say.”
“Well,” she grumped. “I guess I don’t have any choice.”
“None at all, baby,” he grinned.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to bend across my desk.”
She looked down at his cock. It was soft. “What for?”
“I’m going to spank you.”
She gazed at him in amazement, wondering if she’d heard right. “Are you kidding?”
“No, I’m not, baby. You’re a bad little girl and you need a good spanking.”
“You’re sick!”
“Not at all.”
“I won’t.”
“You’ve been spanked before. You’ll survive.”
“I can go and tell the…”
“Tell who? It’s your word against mine, Keri. I’ll just say you’re making it up. You’ll come off looking like a lying bimbo. Mad at a teacher in a class you’re getting poor grades.”
She glared at him furiously.
“Bend over my desk so I can see those sweet little cheeks of yours.”
“But…”
“Now! We don’t have all fucking day!”
What was it he’d said? In for a penny, in for a pound? She bent across the desk.
“Grab the other side of the desk with your hands,” he said.
She did and then gritted her teeth, waiting for his hand to fall, waiting for the slap and the sharp pain that would follow. Nothing happened at first. She turned to see Jaimeson staring at her ass, ogling her cheeks reverently.
“You’re wasted on teenage boys, Keri. You ought to turn professional. Your body deserves a higher class of men.” His hand slid over her buttocks, rubbing softly.
He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a round, wooden paddle with a little rubber ball attached by an elastic string. He tore the ball off, leaving just the paddle and then stepped behind her.
“Not too hard,” she begged.
Then the paddle splatted down on her buttocks and she cried out as a stinging pain shot into her. She jerked away from the desk but he flung her back, his hand against her back pushing her against the top. The paddle came down again, and again and again.
Keri squawled in pain, jerking helplessly against the desk.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut, you slut!” he hissed.
She bit her lip, and groaned.
“Hold still, like I told you!”
She grabbed the end of the desk again and closed her fingers so tightly she thought they’d dig into the wood.
The paddle cracked down against her ass again. She gave a muffled cry, burying her face into the desk and sobbing. Again it cracked down, and then again, and again, and again, and again.
He brought it down in carefully timed whacks, staring at her ass cheeks as they reddened and jiggled under the impact. Her ass was now beet red and each new blow whitened the skin temporarily.
Keri was weeping and hanging onto the end of the desk for dear life. It was humiliating to be spanked, to be paddled like this! Her ass cheeks burned, fairly glowing with heat. The heat acted like a kind of dull cloud that blunted the sharp stinging crack of each new impact.
Then he stopped.
She was sweating all over and could feel her breasts practically sticking to the wood as she lay there exhausted.
He pulled her legs apart then and thrust a finger up into her cunt. He pumped it in and out a few times then withdrew it. His cock pressed against her pussy and then pushed inside.
She wasn’t surprised that he was hard again. She didn’t move, taking his long, thick organ up into her unresponsive body without even thinking. She continued to hang onto the edge of the desk as he started to rut into her like some kind of insane animal. His hips bounced and slapped against her red buttocks, making her wince with each inward thrust. She could feel his cock moving up and down her fuck chute, sliding across her clitty and tender cunt lips.
Her cunt felt immense, enormous, though it gripped his cock tightly. It was hot and felt very, very strange, not like it usually did at all. It was a kind of raw tingling that she’d never experienced before. She felt his cock working back and forth, and felt her body responding, responding quickly, very, very quickly. She didn’t understand. What was going on? Fuck juice flooded her tunnel. Her breasts swelled up so much they pushed her up from the desk. Her entire body quivered and shook as his pummelling cock punched deep into her belly. The hot glow from her buttocks spread upwards through her body. She felt like she was in an oven.
She tried to push herself up from the desk. Her hands slipping and clawing at it. Suddenly she stiffened.
“Ungh, oooohhh… UUNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!”
A bomb had exploded in her belly. She came, an intense, luxurious wave of sensual ecstasy flooding her body. She arched her back, her body bucking and jerking, her head lashing from side to side.
“Cum, you bitch! Cum for me! Suck that cock down!” Jaimeson panted. He jammed his tool into her, embedded it in her satiny hot depths as her cunt shook and spasmed around it.
His cock spewed out jism, filling her box with its salty warmth. An electric bolt of fire shot into her belly, rocking and dazing her. Her knees jammed against the side of the desk and she raised her ass even higher, then she collapsed back on the desk, spent.