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

    about Roger's petty beef over something that was completely his fault the day before, about how he was a treacherous bitch that sued over schoolyard fights, about the fucking Coke and spaghetti. But I didn't. Something else came to mind. "Nothing, don't worry about it." "Tell me." "No really, I'm fine." "You sure? "Yeah." Cammi slowly turned her ear downstairs to listen if anyone was coming up or might soon. "Take your pants off," she ordered, and began to close my door. "What? I'm good, really. You don't have to do this." "Really?" Cammi asked. "I'm offering to blow you." "Yeah and I'm fucking ecstatic about that, but you're right, we should wait 'til tomorrow. I'm good for now." "Okay," Cammi said tentatively, sounding slightly disappointed. "If you're sure." She was about to leave my room when I said, "But tomorrow I wanna be rough." Cammi stopped and smiled at me. "Good," she said, and disappeared into the hallway. I spent the rest of my night musing on my cruel idea. I didn't like the spoiled asshole getting the better of me, but as Jill had said, facing him in a straight fight or socking him in the jaw at school would end badly for me. But my hate had grown. What if it's not a straight fight? What if there are no witnesses? What if he's hurt so bad he gets too scared to do anything other than lick his wounds and cry? The next day at school I started my recess by walking around the Grade 12 lockers. I caught a glimpse of Roger putting his books away, and stored the ...
    location of his locker away in my memory. That information could have been useful in the future, but he wasn't the guy I was looking for. Luckily, I found him a minute later, crouched low and stuffing books into his backpack. It looked strange seeing such a large person crouched so tightly to use his bottom locker. Oh well, luck of the last name draw. "Hey, you're Hunter, right?" I said. The huge lineman looked up at me. He gave no response and continued about his business in his locker. "Uh, you don't know me, but we have something in common." "What's that?" he said, still not looking at me. "We want to kick Roger Corrigan's ass." That got his attention. He finished putting his stuff away and locked his locker, and stood up to his intimidating full height. "So does half our grade," he said. "Not as much as we do," I said, trying to sound smooth like a movie villain. Hunter just studied me, his expression giving nothing away. "What he do to you?" "Be a punkass bitch. I think you know what I mean." "Yeah I do." "So I was thinking," I said nervously. "What if we beat his ass so bad, scared him so hard, that he didn't rat on us, and didn't try to get back?" "Why don't you just do it yourself?" I chuckled. "I mean..." I opened my palms towards him. I was by no means a shrimp, but Hunter Cahill was almost twice my size and more than twice as intimidating. Hunter understood. He didn't say anything and went deep into thought, leaving us standing in the empty hallway awkwardly in silence. ...
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