Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 60

Hazel blushed and turned away from her husband. “My cheeks burned in humiliation, but I knew he was right. I begged for his cum as he laughed, looked me in the eye and told me he was going to fail me. He said that extra credit is how dumb girls cheat, and that I was too stupid to pass his class with the assigned homework, unlike everybody else. He said that smart girls don’t get spit roasted by their teachers. He compared me to his daughter, Jazmine, who was in a much lower grade than I was, telling me how even she was smarter than I was, and prettier, too. All the while, I nodded and cried in agreement as he waved his prick just out of reach of my watering lips. Finally he brought himself closer and I immediately swallowed as much of him as I could take.

“He came first that day, all over my face. Then he zipped up, mussed my hair, and left Mr. Grainger to fill my pussy as I gathered the cum on my face into my mouth.

“That was the one time I had two men at once. Well, before I met you, I mean. At least Mr. Grainger was even more kind with me after that experience. That took some of the heat off from my dad about my grades. I don’t think Mr. Grainger liked Mr. Avery very much, and,” Hazel wondered, “I think he also thought he might have had a real chance with me. Like if he could’ve just waited until after I graduated, we could start dating for real and people wouldn’t think it was too unseemly. There was a questionable age gap between us, but since he was a young teacher maybe most people wouldn’t have noticed.

“Immediately after that threesome, though, I had a class with Mr. Avery. The very next period. He kept looking at me as he taught in front of the class, because I was sucking on my hair, trying to get the last of his cum out of it. He leered evilly at me, knowing what he had just done, and what he had just told me. I felt depraved… but yet contented, having gotten the medicine that I needed. But he was a right monster.”

“That’s awful,” lamented Warrick.

“In hindsight, it wasn’t my greatest moment,” admitted Hazel. She then paused in thought before remembering, “Actually, I did end up getting an A from him, after all.”

“Do I want to know what you had to do for that?”

“Actually, I think you’ll like this,” Hazel smiled wickedly. Warrick sat up, a little more attentive. “One day, very close to when it all ended, there was a building maintenance emergency and the school closed early. I think part of the first floor flooded—I never actually saw it myself. So, they let everybody out, because it was a health hazard. Anyway, that day was one of Mr. Avery’s days, so to speak, and when we were released from school, he hadn’t gotten his chance to fuck me yet that day. He must have been looking forward to it, because he found me at my locker and asked if I wanted a ride.”

Hazel sneered at Warrick, “And of course the way he said ‘ride’ was so obvious. I’m surprised none of the other kids around me picked up on it. He was always begging to get caught. But it was an innocent time back then.”

“Anyway, I, of course, took him up on it, because even though I didn’t like him, I also knew that he would leave me satisfied for the rest of the day.”

“When we were in the car, he asked, ‘What do you say we go to my place before I take you home? Nobody’s there. My wife’s still at work, and since my daughter Jazmine’s not in your school building yet, she won’t be home until the afternoon.’ I agreed.

“Mr. Avery took me to his house, which was nice, but a little meager. It was two floors of nothing special. He always acted like such a big shot, but he wasn’t any better off than my dad was. I poked around a bit while he sorted through the mail, then busied himself closing curtains and locking doors, just in case his wife or daughter would come home early. That’s when I noticed the camcorder sitting in a bag by the stairs.”

“Wow, a camcorder, I remember those,” Warrick interrupted with a chuckle.

“Well, it was vintage at the time, but this was before smart phones were as ubiquitous as they are today. But when I saw it, a devilish idea popped into my head.”

“I think I know where this is going,” Warrick said.

“Mm hm,” Hazel nodded and winked.

“So you let him film you for an A?”

“Nope, that wasn’t the deal, haha. Let me continue.

“So, yes, I suggested that we film our tryst that day and perverted Mr. Avery was, of course, all-in. While this wasn’t the point, it felt extremely naughty to be committing to a physical copy that could be replayed or shared. If someone saw it, we could’ve both gotten in big trouble, and that was thrilling. I remember my body shivered with excitement, covered in goose bumps. He took me upstairs to his bedroom, but along the way we passed this room all done up in pink and ruffles. I knew it was Jazmine’s room—his daughter’s room—and my plan deepened even more.”

“I can’t even imagine where you’re taking this,” said Warrick, knowing the story was heating up.

Hazel grinned slyly. “After peering in, I stopped Mr. Avery in the hallway and said with as much fascination as I could muster, ‘Ooh, pretty. Let’s do it in here.’ I could tell he was a little uncomfortable with the idea of defiling his daughter’s bed, so I turned on all my charms and said, ‘It looks like a princess sleeps here.’ Then I looked him directly in the eyes and said, ‘I could be your little princess.’”

“He was like putty after that. I swear I saw his cock double in size right inside his pants. I wandered in to Jazmine’s bedroom and sat on the bed while he set up the camera. He rifled through the bag and pulled out a stack of tapes. Some of them had labels written on them, but he found a blank one that he wanted to use and loaded it in and hit record. Then he flipped the preview screen around so he could make sure we stayed in the frame.

I have to admit, out of all the times he fucked me, this time was by far the best. I think because the camera was on, we both kind of switched into performance mode, like we were both in a porno and we knew we had to do it right. I think he almost saw me as a person then, and not as the human fleshlight he had always abused in the teacher’s lounge. With the tape running, he slowly stripped me of my clothing. He kissed each newly bared part of me. My shoulders, as he removed my jacket. My little feet, as he took off my boots and socks. My tiny tits and nipples when my tank top came off. And, excruciatingly, he took his time kissing up each of my legs after my skirt dropped to the floor. Just like our baby, I wasn’t allowed to wear tight fitting panties, so I had on these loose pajama shorties underneath my skirt that day. Mr. Avery wanted me to leave those on. I was ready to cum right then and there with all of his kissing in my special places, but he wanted to control me, wanted to drag out his own pleasure.

That’s when he finally took his cock out and presented it to me. I salivated and dove for it, but again he pushed me away. Instead, he got up and grabbed the camera off the tripod and brought it in close to my face. He wanted me to talk about myself. He wanted me to say my name, what grade I was in, and where I went to school, so that he would have leverage. He could use the tape against me some day if he had to. I just wanted to fuck, so I played along, smiling for the lens and chirping replies.

“‘What’s your name?’

“‘Hazel Williams, Mr. Avery.’

“‘Heh, let’s leave my name out of it,’ he said, trying to retain his anonymity. ‘And how do you know me?’

“‘You’re my teacher.’

“‘What are you doing here at your teacher’s house, Miss Williams?’

“‘I’m gonna be your little princess.’

“‘Are you now?’

“I just giggled and sighed, mugging lusty faces into the lens.

“‘And why are you going to be my little princess?’

“‘So I can get an A.’

“‘So you can get an A?’ he asked, in mock surprise, ‘What kind of girls have sex for grades?’

“‘Umm,’ I said, trying to find the right answer, ‘Dumb ones?’

“Mr. Avery liked that one and guffawed before saying earnestly, ‘You’re going to have to earn your A today.’

“His camera moved all over my body. He focused in on my chest. ‘What bra size are you, Hazel?’

“’32 A.’

“He brought it down to my shorties and pulled a leg hole out, peeking inside at my young cunny. My nectar was dripping all down my thighs. ‘Why aren’t you wearing panties like a normal girl, Hazel?’

“‘My daddy won’t let me.’

“‘Really?’ He almost chuckled with surprise. That had piqued his interest.

“‘Daddy says I can’t wear panties anymore.’

“’And you do whatever Daddy says?’

“I bit my lip and nodded at the camera.

“‘And what does Daddy say about going over to your teacher’s house?’

“‘He says I can’t go anywhere without him knowing, Mr. Avery.’

“‘Now now, no names, remember. Does Daddy know you’re here, Miss Williams?’

“I shook my head.

“‘Naughty girl, Hazel. You know, though, I won’t tell him as long as you do whatever I say. And if you don’t tell him, you’ll get that A. Are you going to do whatever I say?’ And then he added, ‘Like you do with your Daddy?“

“I nodded again and said, ‘I’m your little princess.’

“‘You’re my good little princess.’

“With that, he instructed me to sit on Jazmine’s bed while he reset the camera. Even though I was plotting to get that grade the whole time, my nerves were inflamed and all I could think about was cumming. Before he even got the camera on the tripod, I had bounced up onto the bed and was already strumming my clit through my soaked shorties in anticipation of the orgasm I was about to receive. He told me to stop, as he didn’t want me to cum too early and lessen his enjoyment, but words couldn’t convince me. Only when he returned and grabbed me by my jaw did I know what my body truly needed. There, in front of me, was his engorged, purple cock, which he prodded into my willing mouth. I sucked on the head of it, pressing my tongue against its sensitive underside, while one hand jacked the base, and the other fondled his balls.

“I remember his anticipation had generated a runnel of precum from within his cock that never seemed to end. The smooth, salty taste drove me on. I kissed the tip as the clear fluid leaked from the slit at the end, and a string of it dangled between my mouth and his dick. I glazed my lips with the crystal clear fluid before continuing to coax my true prize from deep within him: his cum.

“Each time I sucked him in, he would also thrust into my mouth, grabbing at my hair, but eventually his pace gained until I couldn’t keep up with him. I just sat obediently on the bed while he held my head and face-fucked me. He would only stop if I gagged, which I didn’t do too often. It was rough, but fun, I admit, and it livened up my sensitive nerves all the more.”

Warrick groaned, “Sounds like it got messy.”

Hazel smiled, enjoying her husband’s fascination with her tale. “Oh, it was sloppy. Every time he pulled out of my mouth, I would gasp and dribble all the saliva and fluids and precum that had built up and it would drip down my chest and tummy and onto my shorties and legs where it would mix with my sweat and all that pussy juice. Sometimes he would wipe it off my chin and smear his slicked hands across my cheek and into my hair, too. And my pussy itself was just soaking into the foot of his daughter’s comforter with how turned on I was. My girl-cum was flowing non-stop.

“Eventually, he decided he had had enough of my mouth. I was glad, because my jaw was getting sore from his rough treatment. I looked up at him and said, ‘What are we going to do now, Daddy?’ I immediately realized my error and put my hand on my mouth, eyes wide and cheeks instantly turning red.”

“You called Mr. Avery ‘Daddy’?” Warrick asked.

“Yes, it was an accident,” Hazel said, “but it was born from a deeper instinct. As my super-orgasmic condition progressed, I found immoral base urges growing within me related to my father. They were subtle, at first, and I think I thought of him only as a kind of savior or knight, like he could protect me from this condition. Eventually, though, it felt like more.

“Like, my heart would skip when Daddy entered a room. I’d get urges to cuddle with him closer than usual, or go to his room to sleep next to him at night. By the time I was fucking Mr. Avery on Jazmine’s bed, I had been dealing with these inappropriate feelings for my father for two months, but until that moment, I had kept them to myself.

“But to my surprise, Mr. Avery took it in stride. He just said, ‘Yeah, princess, that’s right, call me Daddy.’

“Wow,” said Warrick, whose mind wandered briefly to the previous night when Elsie, too, had called him ‘Daddy’.

Hazel gave him a wry look and said, “Don’t act so surprised. I saw the way you looked at me when I wore Brie’s clothes this morning.”

“That— that had nothing to do with Brie!” Warrick stammered.