1. Kinky Vanilla: Chapter 8


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Hardcore, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: jordeso, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    off, and I bolted upright, ready to break his nose and happily accept the consequences. As I was just beginning to wind up a haymaker, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Jordan, don't!" Jill pleaded. I turned to look at her, and saw her return my gaze with nothing but concern. You're right Jill, this prick is just giving me shit over some trivial altercation yesterday because he's an entitled brat, and he's not worth my time. He's doing this on purpose because then he'd have a hundred witnesses who would justify him going after my family legally for thousands, and you see what's happening. But sorry, I'm not letting this slide. I turned back to face Roger, ready to bash his skull in with my bare fists, but Mr. Bast, the fitness teacher and rowing coach and a real bulldog of a man, stepped between us and gently put a hand on my chest. "Easy," he said to me. I exhaled scalding steam out of my nose in response. He turned to Roger and said, "I think you owe this boy an apology." I snapped, "He owes me a lot FUCKING more than that-" "Cut the shit!" Mr. Bast said sternly back to me. He watched me carefully until he was reasonably sure I wouldn't make a break for Roger's face, and turned back to Roger. Roger returned his gaze apathetically. "Sorry," he said flatly. "Now do it again, convincingly," Mr. Bast pressed. Roger's gaze at Mr. Bast turned from annoyance to resentment. "Sorry," Roger said, barely any more convincingly. Mr. Bast faced me again. My face and my heavy breathing ...
    made it obvious I wasn't appeased by Roger's forced apology. Not by a long shot. "Right, lunch is almost over," Mr. Bast said, "both of you get outta here, separately . Go wash yourself up Hartley." I slowly walked away, glaring at Roger the whole time, and cleaned myself up as best as I could in the nearest washroom. I had beef. I was more than pissed off the rest of the day. Instead of souring my anime and manga and poker with my furious mood, I uncharacteristically tried to get started on my assigned readings the moment I got home. When Cammi got home from gymnastics over an hour later, I was still on the first page of my History chapter, which I was rereading for the millionth time, trying to absorb the information instead of fantasize about beating Roger's face in. "Cammi," I called out as she was passing by my open door. She doubled back and looked at me through the doorway. She was still dressed in her shiny blue leotard, and was a real sight for sore eyes. "Hi." I lowered my voice and whispered, "Can we fuck tonight?" A mischievous smile spread across Cammi's face. "Again so soon?" "Yeah." "You don't wanna wait until tomorrow? You know I like it when you're a little more...backed up," she said naughtily. I shifted my jaw around, which was a tell that something was upsetting me. "Yeah, you're right, I just wanted to let off a little steam." Cammi sensed my displeasure and the fun and mischief disappeared from her expression. "Hey, what's up?" I almost gushed right there, ...
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