From the first day her stepfather scolded her for her crass mouth and slutty dress, April’s surprising hunger to be shamed and punished by him soared through the roof.
She dare not let him know, even though he and her mother had parted ways numerous times, and momma was gone yet again.
Today, she dared. She chose her best schoolgirl clothes, a slightly see-through top, and she intently wore nothing underneath.
She stood on the stairs, and as he passed, April brazenly asked him if this look was better. His tone shifted and his brow furrowed as he questioned what she had on underneath, and she shook quietly as she lowered her reddening face and showed him.
All she wanted was to hear those slut names he called her. All she wanted was to be put over his knee and feel his strong hand light a fire on her sweet rump, and turn her hungry cunt into a rippling pond.
All she wanted was to feel his finger breach her swollen gates and end up with his ferocious cock in her all too willing throat.
All she wanted to hear was that she was his little slut, and only his.
In truth, she already was.
The train passed the edge of town, rolling right through the last small station before hitting the country side across the small country. Steve stepped into the hall as the speakers announced the ‘entertainment’ portion of the journey had begun.
As he looked down the hallway of the car, he saw the small red lights above various cabin doors turn on. Steffania stepped out of her cabin to the open window across from the door and looked down towards him. She pointed her foot down to show off her wedge heels and that was all she needed to hook him. He stepped towards her and she turned and went back into her cabin.
He peeked through her door to find her leaning back against the window inside, skirt hiked up to her hips with her shaved perfect snatch on display as she touched up her red lipstick.
"American?" she asked with a thick accent.
He nodded, and slid the cabin door behind him. She flicked a switch to turn off the red light in the hallway above her door. ”Is this… included?” he asked softly, sounding as nervous as he was.
She smiled and slipped a finger into her pussy as she looked down at this hips and softly whispered “If you are good american boy, you make pie for free too. You like make the cream pie?”
She read the end of Justine 3:7 slowly in a seductive voice as he passed by her room in the faculty wing.
The angel of choosing shall be faithful to the needs of the sinner, freeing him of sin if she is true of heart and wet with thoughts.
She flipped the page and looked over the book at him, spreading her legs towards him. ”Do you wish me to unload your sins my boy?” she softly asked.
Her arms strained inside the box and her legs started to sweat again as the orgasm hit her hard. ”Good, we’re almost ready to begin again.” the cloaked man said to her in a deep voice. Wendy’s mind raced back across the entire last 3 days she had been there. She had no idea who they were, where she was, or what kind of ritual they were performing on her. She couldn’t even begin to remember how many of them had cum inside of her one after another during the many 3 hour long sessions of chanting as they fucked her one by one.
He never even found out her name, but some how, the girl staying a few houses down on the beach showed up at the back door to the house almost every time his wife stepped out to go shopping during that vacation.
"No, of course he’s not fucking here. He’s gone all fucking weekend with his shit excuse of a father." she snapped at him as he stood next to the hammock. "But, you already fucking knew that, didn’t you, you little pervert. You’re not here for him, are you?"
The best gift he got that year, or any other year, he could never tell anyone. He always treasured it, and only his aunt and him would ever know about the photo he kept hidden under his mattress.
When they didn’t come back from spring break on time, she called their school and cleared up the misunderstanding that it was going to be a 2 week vacation. Kyle and his friends spent an extra week at that hotel drinking, and fucking his mom.
They always took separate routes there, and never got a hotel room to make sure there was never any evidence. After a while, it got to the point where they couldn’t actually go out for lunch with other people or even their spouses, without getting horny and wanting to head towards that side road they fucked on so many many times in secret.