Chapter 8

Fiona knelt on top of the bed resting her head on her forearms, whilst keeping her knees parted by about two feet. The position allowed her to feel John's warm cum slowly dribble out of her well fucked eleven year old cunt and slick down her thighs. She glanced at the clock on his bedside table and registered it was six forty two a.m. Just after six a.m. she had begun his morning blow job that had lasted for nearly half an hour. Throughout it her Mother's painful moans assailed her ears. John had given her Mother a particularly brutal "good morning" caning and had drawn blood with the fourth stroke.

For reasons unknown he was in a bad mood that morning Fiona's cunt was throbbing after he had literally raped her. Her thoughts went back to the gentle time with George who had been so tender the following morning when she had finally woken up at eight o'clock, with breakfast in bed served by a naked Patsy. He was so attentive that he even spoon fed her some of her cereal that she had dropped onto her tits and made her laugh, something she so rarely did.

After that he made love to her. He didn't fuck her. He didn't force her to have sex. They both wanted to please each other and when he came it was with a gentle passion that left Fiona wanting more. He told her to lay still and fetched a warm flannel to clean her up, then kissed her and said he had to go and attend to something and he would see her shortly. She had lain there for a while when Patsy returned for the tray. Fiona patted the bed and Patsy sat down on it.

"Was it as good as I said it would be?" she asked.

"Oh yes and more" Fiona sighed "he really is nice and gentle isn't he?"

"Yes. I am so lucky he took me in" Patsy confided.

"What do you mean?" Fiona was intrigued.

"I was living in a bad situation" Patsy was defensive "and two years ago, when I was twelve, he arranged for me to come and live with him and his family."

"Family? I didn't think he had any family" Fiona replied.

"He doesn't. We are his family, the six of us".

"Six? I can remember the young woman who greeted us and the four of you serving at table but no-one else".

"The young woman is Yvonne, she's twenty two and has been with him for ten years now. She was the first girl he rescued. The other three you saw last night are Susan who is sixteen, Grace who is fifteen and Lisa who is only thirteen. The one you haven't met is Naomi, she's eighteen".

"So where is she?" Fiona was intrigued.

"She's at University."

"University?" Fiona was puzzled.

"Over the years Master rescued all of us from terrible homes and took us in. His only stipulation is that we serve him as willing sex slaves, free to leave whenever we want and he has us privately tutored here in the house. We get to take our O and A level exams and if we choose we can go to University and Master pays all of our costs and provides living expenses too. That's why Naomi is not here.".

"Did Yvonne not go to University?"

"OH yes. She has a degree in English but chose to return here and serve Master because she loves him so much, just as we all do. He is a very kind man and cares for us as if we were his daughters. Yes we are naked all day, he has our nipples and cunts pierced because he finds it so alluring and we have sex with him or anyone he wants us to but he has never, ever hit one of us. He controls us with kindness and we adore him for it and will do anything for him".

"My Daddy uses fear to get what he wants from my Mum and me" Fiona was downcast.

"Master says that a harsh word can hurt much more than a beating and he is right. The pain from a beating goes away but a reprimand remains in your memory. We hate to upset him and have him scold us. We feel like we have let him down when that happens and we are so sorry for it. He never holds a grudge or refers to it again once he has scolded us so we try even harder to make him happy".

"Daddy uses the cane and belt every day on us. We are so scared we daren't say no to him. My Mum is hopeless and doesn't protect me at all. You are so lucky" Fiona told her.

Fiona saw Patsy looking at her with a deep sadness and also an understanding of what she was enduring. She felt so close to her.

"I know exactly what you are going through. You have to survive it and you will."

"I thought Daddy was going to kill me when he beat me yesterday. It was awful".

"How is it this morning?" Patsy asked and rolled Fiona over onto her front "Oohh that still looks nasty. I'll put some more cream on it".

A few minutes later Patsy had applied the cool balm and Fiona was already feeling better for it.

"Swallow these they will help you too."

"Thanks. You really are nice".

"Nice? Is that all you can say?" she mused.

Patsy took Fiona's head in her hands and kissed her. Fiona responded and a moment later they were both entwined in each others arms and kissing each other with full blown passion.

"Lay back and let me lick you" Fiona told her.

Patsy lay back on her forearms and placed her stiletto heels flat on the bed three feet apart. Her glistening shaved ringed fourteen year old cunt invited Fiona to explore it and without any delay she licked it from asshole to clit.

"Ooofff mmmmnnn Fiona you have an amazing tongue. Ooohh yess don't stop".

She didn't. Patsy endured, enjoyed, moaned and groaned her way to an immense climax that exploded from deep within her some twenty minutes later, holding onto Fiona's head with both hands to grind her cunt into her face as she collapsed back onto the bed.

"FUuuccckkkkk yeessssss ooooo ooofffffmmmmmmm".

Fiona pulled her face away from Patsy's cunt and grinned a huge satisfied smile, her juices covering her face.

"That's how you made me feel yesterday." She said.

Patsy pulled her on top of her and wrapped her legs around her, tongue kissing her and swapping spit. It was at that moment that George decided to return. He watched them both for a few minutes until Patsy realised he was there and broke their embrace to whisper into Fiona's ear.

"Were being watched".

Fiona panicked and strove to get herself free of her friends legs but Patsy wouldn't let go and laughed in a happy way.

"I'm sorry Sir it was all my doing I couldn't st...".

"It's ok Fiona" he interrupted her "I'm not angry. I was enjoying watching you enjoy Patsy. She is a very sexy girl isn't she?" he asked tilting his head to the right and holding out his palms.

"Yes Sir she is" Fiona confirmed.

"And so is Fiona but then you will already know that Master" Patsy added.

"You are both sexy young ladies now how about if I join you".

Both of them held out their hands to him and let out a contented peal of girly laughter. The next hour was one that they all would remember for the rest of their lives and Fiona was recalling that very image right then when John savagely slapped her across her arse, bringing her back to reality.

"Get that fucking arse off the bed and get ready for school".

Dragged painfully back to reality, Fiona rubbed her buttocks and envied Patsy. How she wished she could live with George but that was a fantasy that would never come true. She left John's bedroom and listened to him shouting at her mother. How she hated her life. Just nine months previous she had been an innocent little girl, now she was nothing more than a slut to be fucked and abused.

School , however, was a relief from her home life but despite her friends showing interest in her, the thoughts of what daily lay ahead bore down on her throughout each passing day. She couldn't concentrate on her lessons and got told off time and again for not paying attention. Her performance at school had deteriorated to the point where it was now noticeable and intervention by the school seemed inevitable. As she prepared to leave school at the end of the day just a week after the party at George's, her form teacher, Mr Norton asked her to remain behind. Once the other girls and boys had left he asked her.

"Is there anything wrong Fiona? You just don't seem to be as attentive as you have previously been. I and a few other teachers have all seen a fall in your performance in the past couple of months" he told her and she noticed his eyes staring at her well developed B cup tits.

His stare made her feel uncomfortable and she avoided staring into his eyes. It was as if he was mentally stripping her and leering at her noticeable nipples pushing against the thin material of her white blouse. She had felt this way before when she caught him looking at her and she certainly didn't like the way he stroked her shoulder as he now talked to her.

"No there's nothing wrong sir. I just don't enjoy school right now" it was all she could think to say.

"Well I know starting secondary school can be difficult to come to terms with and it's different to primary school. If anything is bothering you that I can help you with you only have to ask and I'll help you if I can" he responded, slowly tracing his hand over her bra strap along the middle of her back.

Fiona moved away from him, looking into his eyes as he bore down at her tits. She couldn't help but arch her back, raising her tits into a well rounded target in the process. She was convinced he licked his lips as she did so and she felt very uncomfortable being alone with him.

"There's nothing wrong Sir, I'll pay more attention in class".

"Well Fiona I can't just do nothing about this. I have a duty to follow up on my observations, so if you don't do as you say and get your homework in on time I am going to have to contact your Mother and Father to make them aware of my concerns. It's in your best interest that I do so." And he stared deep into her eyes.

Fiona squirmed at the thought of John being told anything at all and did not want to make him angry at her getting the school involved in their family life. She shuddered at what John may do to her.

"Please sir I'll be ok there's no need to do that. I'll pay more attention and get my homework in on time. You don't have to say anything to anyone."

"Fiona, it's a little late for that. I'm not alone in observing your behaviour. Other teachers also have concerns so it will eventually have to be reported to the head teacher."

"Please sir you don't know what will happen if you say anything to my step father. Please don't cause me any problems. I will do better, honest!" she was panicking.

Mr Norton looked deep into her eyes and ran his look all over her body. She was visibly shaking and that caused her tits to rise and fall which he found very arousing.

"I'll do anything you say sir to improve and I promise I will concentrate in class" she continued.

The thought of her doing anything made him smile. What a thought that was.

"Well, I'll wait for a few more days and see how things go. You will stay back after school tomorrow and we will have another chat. If you are a very good girl" and he emphasised the words 'very good', "I may not have to involve your parents but you will have to show a distinct improvement. OK?"

Fiona was smart enough to understand the emphasis and responded.

"Yes sir I will. I'll be a very good girl".

"Well, you go home now and I'll see you tomorrow" he told her.

Once she arrived home she immediately stripped naked, painted her face and slipped into her red heels. She listened for sounds from the lounge but there weren't any she could hear and with a trembling tummy she entered the room. Brenda was naked in heels kneeling between John's legs sucking him off and John barely acknowledged her appearance as he thrust his cock into her mother's mouth at a furious pace.

All he did was to click his fingers and point to the settee next to him. Fiona sashayed over to the indicated position and sat down next to him watching her mother's back. The noise of his cock slapping in and out of Brenda's mouth filled the room and she wondered when it would be her turn to suck him off.

"Open those fucking legs!" he boomed at her.

Fiona spread herself as wide apart as she could, presenting her hairless cunt to his gaze.

"Play with yourself!" he told her.

Fiona slid her right hand between her legs and began to masturbate. She was dry and hot but she knew that her juices would soon be flowing.

"Tits too!" he commanded.

Fiona felt her tits with her hands, squeezing and mauling them, playing with her nipples and began to lick her red painted lips with her tongue. John took over playing with her clit.

"That's right get your mouth nice and wet for me because you'll be swallowing my cock soon you little cunt!" he told her. "Did you have a good day at school?"

Fiona was beginning to feel the pleasant sensations of masturbating her cunt start to flow through her. The need to pleasure herself was growing and she knew her step father enjoyed watching her bring herself off. Though her predicament at school worried her she decided not to tell him what her teacher had said about contacting him but to tell him about the following day's detention.

"Why is he keeping you back tomorrow?"

"Because I have been handing my homework in late and he says I haven't been paying enough attention in class".

"So why haven't you been doing your homework?" John demanded.

"Because I just don't get enough time to do it Daddy. You ... keep... fucking me... every night and I am so tired I can't concentrate".

John slowed his fingering down to an almost stop and Fiona grunted in disapproval at losing the wonderful sensations.

"MMMmmm Daddy please don't stop" she pleaded.

John's legal mind came into overdrive contemplating a myriad of possible outcomes from Fiona not performing well enough at school to avoid any problems that could arise. He decided then and there to reduce his use of this little fuck slut he was fingering.

"Right, I can see that I've been using you too much, fucking you every night, so I suppose things will have to change. From now on your homework will need to be completed. You will also have to pay more attention in class and improve, so you will need to get more rest during the school week. I'll cut down on having you service me during the week and use your mother when necessary."

His mind was still mulling various scenarios.

"On weekends you will be my main fuck hole and I'll keep my use of you down to maybe twice during the week. Our morning routine will stay the same, after that I will see how I feel. You need to show a marked and immediate improvement to make your teacher less interested in making any problems for me."

"Yes Daddy but I don't like the way he looks at me and touches me" she advised him.

"What do you mean?" John asked.

He stopped his fingering altogether and forced Brenda to deep throat him instead as he put an arm around Fiona and pulled her to him.

"He looks at my tits Daddy!" Fiona explained.

"There's nothing wrong with that. He's only looking".

"He runs his hand over my back Daddy and feels my bra straps".

"Mmmm does he? It sounds like he is attracted to sexy little girls. That's not surprising being surrounded by all that young cunt all day. It's not a problem right now. Use it to your advantage and give him a few looks back, let him see a bit more than normal and see how he reacts. Start to flash yourself at him and flirt with him. Start tomorrow at school and if you have to, promise to be a good girl".

"He's already asked me that daddy! He wants me to be a very good girl".

"In that case you had better be very good then. You can turn this to our advantage. Make sure you get his attention so that he gets to enjoy whatever you do. Do whatever he tells you to do, even if it means sucking his cock!"

"What? Do you mean it Daddy? Will I really have to do that?" Fiona was shocked yet aroused at the same time.

"Quite possibly, but enough of that for now, get down here and suck me off."

Fiona slid down to her knees on his right side and bent her face to his groin. She watched as he fisted Brenda's hair, pulled her off his cock and guided Fiona's mouth down over his saliva soaked cock.

"Mmmnnn Dadddeee yu tazte relee nize!" she murmured with her mouth stuffed with his cock.

She sucked, laved and tit fucked him for an hour until with a guttural cry of deep satisfaction he filled her mouth with eight heavy cum blasts.

"Gark!! Garglell koff kerk! Huh! Huh! Mmmnn" she moaned as she swallowed every drop before licking the shaft clean.

John lay back on the settee and fisted her hair.

"Go help your mother prepare the dinner" he told her.

Fiona raised herself up and joined her mother in the kitchen wondering just when the fucking would begin in earnest. She didn't have long to wait to find out. Just half an hour later, having washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen away she returned to the lounge and adopted the submissive pose. Thrusting her tits out at John she said.

"Please Sir, I have homework to complete and if I don't get it done my teacher will be upset".

"Ok you little cunt - go and get it done and then get your ass back down here" John replied "make sure you do your best with it too. You may as well start improving right now."

At school the next day Fiona tried her best to concentrate in class and show a promised improvement. She was attentive and answered questions whenever she was asked one of her teachers and when she was in Mr Norton's Maths class she sat in the front row smiling at him whenever he looked at her. His looks were anything but normal. Slowly, Fiona began to tease him with views of her young body.

She watched his reactions and convinced herself that he was showing an interest in her beyond the normal pupil/teacher relationship. His eyes seemed transfixed on the hem of her skirt, or at the buttons on her blouse where her cleavage slowly became more and more on display.

Brian Norton was captivated by Fiona and he decided to give her some time to show that her attention and behaviour could improve. Her method seemed to include teasing and flirting. He was accustomed to young girls flirting with him, it was a consequence of his profession and he generally knew how to handle such situations. Being surrounded by so much fuckable young cunt did turn him on and he had been involved with several other young girls during his teaching career but none as young as Fiona.

Fiona outrageously displayed herself to him, enjoying his reactions to views of her eleven year old body. She gave him brief glimpses of her stocking tops and bare thighs, the occasional flash of her cleavage and a blatant open legged view. Her fixed eye stare made him react in a way she wanted him to and being attracted to little girls he couldn't stop himself.

As the class progressed Fiona became more and more openly provocative but always careful not to attract the attention of her classmates to what she was doing. At some point during the class, when his eyes weren't on her and Fiona was sure no-one else was looking she unfastened the top button allowing her blouse to slightly spill open. She knew Mr Norton would enjoy the view the next time he looked.

She didn't have to wait long and his reaction spoke volumes as he locked onto the junction of material and fastener that was the next in line. Fiona arched her back and produced a glimpse of her B cup cleavage for him and his eyes quickly bore into her tits and then back to her eyes. She smiled at him and without shame slowly parted her legs so he could have a peek up her skirt. He looked! Transfixed for a brief moment, he coughed and looked away asking someone in the class another question to be answered.

Fiona smiled to herself. This was fun she thought. She knew Mr Norton enjoyed looking at her and also knew she could use that to her advantage, just like John had said. A few minutes later her teacher brought his eyes back to her and he visibly shuddered as he stared at her thighs displayed provocatively from under her short red plaid skirt. Fiona had crossed her legs so that her black stocking top and milky thigh was on display.

She was purposefully looking at her exercise book and writing notes so as to make him believe that what she was doing was innocent enough. Her left hand played with her long blonde hair and then she ran her fingers down over her tits to trace the outline of her cleavage before placing a finger on her text book as though to trace out a line she was reading. She took a quick glance up to catch his eyes looking at her legs and then she quickly looked down and accidently on purpose dropped her pen on the floor. This was the moment for her and she took in a deep breath.

As she stooped down to pick it up, she had no other option than to open her legs wide enough to balance herself. Wide enough to make him aware that she wasn't wearing knickers and as she came back up she managed to pop another button so her black bra came into view. His eyes were on her all the time and the view began to make him feel aroused. Fiona's blouse gaped open and she acted as though she was unaware of how much cleavage was on display. A few minutes later the final bell rang and the class began to pack books away as Fiona quickly buttoned up.

"Homework is to read chapter five and answer questions two to seven from the end of chapter quiz." He told them all above the crescendo of voices filling the classroom.

The noise of class breaking filled the air and suddenly he was standing in front of Fiona.

"I need you to stay back Fiona" was all he said and then walked back to his desk.

"Are you in trouble?" her friend Angela asked.

"I don't know. I don't think so" she responded, knowing full well what was likely to be said.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow then" she replied and within a minute the room was empty but for Fiona and her teacher.

Remaining in her seat she watched him walk to the door, close it, turn back towards her and return to stand in front of her. Fiona's chest was thumping, wondering what he was going to say. Had she been too naughty doing what she had done, had she gone too far? Her lip trembled so she bit it and looked into his eyes waiting for him to speak.

"What was that all about Fiona?" he asked her.

"What sir?" she replied as innocently as she could.

He looked down at her and a smile came to his face.

"All what sir" she pressed.

"Don't act smart with me Fiona. You know what I'm talking about" he told her.

"No I don't sir" Fiona insisted.

"All that display, unbuttoning your blouse showing me your bra, the stocking tops, opening your legs. Why are you wearing stockings anyway you're only eleven."

"I didn't know my blouse had become unbuttoned and I wear stockings because I prefer them to tights" she insisted "besides it's part of the uniform code to wear stockings".

"You know the uniform requirements. Knee high socks not thigh high stockings and suspenders. Young lady you're not wearing knickers. You did this on purpose. Didn't you" he challenged her.

"Well you kept looking at me. At my legs and my tit...boobs" she exclaimed.

"I did not!" he was adamant.

"Yes you did. And you enjoy touching me too, you've stroked my bra straps."

"Fiona. Listen to me. I think you are a very troubled girl at the moment and I want to help you."

"What by staring down my blouse and up my skirt and feeling me?" she almost shouted it at him.

"Fiona I am going to have to report this back to the Head Master and then to your parents. You've given me no option".

"Didn't you like what you saw?" she asked slowly parting her legs "you can see some more if you want to".

He backed away and raised his hands as if to fend her off.

"No more of this Fiona. It stops here."

"Including no more talking about involving the Head and my step dad?" she asked.

"I have no option with your recent behaviour" he responded.

"Well if you tell the Head teacher anything I'm just going to have to tell them about you molesting me".

Her heart was racing and her breathing was heavy as she stared at him.

"What do you mean Fiona?" he was genuinely distraught.

"When you felt my bra straps the last time you kept me back after class".

"I didn't Fiona I was just trying to relax you that's all".

"Oh, so feeling a girl's bra is supposed to relax her? It didn't relax me it said something different to me Mr Norton".

She began trembling and tears filled her eyes. She looked up at him with a doleful expression.

"Please Mr Norton. I liked it. I liked you stroking my bra straps. I want you to do it again. It made me feel special. I'm being a very good girl just like you asked me to be. I'll be good at school and you won't have to do anything except look at me. Just let me show you that I can be a really good girl".

She crossed her legs almost without realising it, pulling her skirt up allowing her black stocking top to come into view. Then she leaned back in her seat and arched her back to lift and push her 28B tits out at him.

"If only he knew how good a fuck I am" she thought to herself.

The fingers of her right hand nonchalantly unfastened the top blouse button letting the edges her black bra cups become visible, offering him a wonderful view of her deep cleavage. She tilted her head to the right and held her blouse open with the index and middle fingers of her right hand to display more cleavage.

"Fiona. Stop it. You could get me in serious trouble." He told her.

"No-one can see us Mr Norton. We're all alone and I'm not going to scream. Do you think they look nice Sir?"

She pushed herself upright to stand inches from him and couldn't help but notice the swelling bulge in his trousers. She quickly unfastened another button and pulled her blouse wide open. Her black bra encased tits jiggled in the half cups of her non regulation push-up half-cup lace bra as she arched her back and presented them to his gaze.

"I can be a very good girl Mr Norton and I mean VERY GOOD!"

Fiona pulled her blouse together, buttoned it up and picked up her bag. He stood speechless and stared at her.

"Just remember Mr Norton. I can be as good as you ever want me to be and I won't say anything to anyone. I really like you sir".

She smiled, and walked to the door with her heart pounding, her chest heaving and her cunt felt soaking wet. She looked back at him and asked.

"I want to be very good girl Mr Norton, just for you. Don't you want that too?" she asked.

He was unaware of his head nodding "yes" in agreement whilst his brain tried to say "no". All that came out was a rasping croak that neither of them could understand.

"I'll take that as a "yes" I think" she smiled "see you on Monday Mr Norton" and she was gone.

The teacher stood there with an unbelievable series of thoughts going through his head. How could he let a twelve year old girl get the better of him? He had to go right now and see the Head but then the thought of Fiona being a good little girl and what she implied contradicted what he should do.

He had some serious thinking to do. He remained in position staring out of the window until Fiona walked out of the school gate and then saw the Head teacher driving away. At least he now had the weekend to compose himself and come to a decision on what he should do.

When she arrived at home just before half past four she stripped naked for the rest of the evening. It was a Friday and she knew John would fuck her and she was feeling nervous. Fiona knew she would have to tell John what had occurred at school and she was hopeful he would be all right with it. He wasn't at home when she arrived. In fact neither was her mother and she immediately set to, to get her homework completed.

The plan didn't work out as she could not stop thinking about what she had just done with Mr Norton. After denying her urges for nearly an hour Fiona lay down on her double bed, planted her high heels flat on the top, bent her knees and spread her legs wide open and started masturbating. Her fingers teased her clit and this was quickly followed by her slipping two fingers of her right hand into her wet cunt. She wanted to cum but also wanted it to last as long as possible before she did, so she teased herself to a slow build up of self-induced pleasure.

Her cunt was on fire as she furiously thrust her fingers in and out whilst massaging her clit with her left hand. As the climax built and she writhed in sexual bliss on the bed, she began a dry humping of her fist. Then she began to fantasise and over the next ten minutes fixated on the image in her mind. Eventually, she could deny herself no longer.

"Mmmm Mr Norton you are so naughty sucking my cunt!" she spoke out loudly "Ohhh yes Mr Norton, more tongue, ohhh yessss mmmmnnnnn I'm cummin Sir, Cummin Mr Norton aahhhh ooohhh Mr Norton... MR NORTON you've got me cummin with your tongue in my little slut cunt ooohhhh YYEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

She bucked into her orgasm as it exploded from her and she shuddered for a long time not stopping her finger action thrusting them in as deep as she could and even when she lay there satisfied, her fingers remained buried deep inside her still tingling, frothing cunt hole. Fiona luxuriated in the warm afterglow of orgasm and then came the sound she didn't want to hear.

She heard a car pull up and she knew she would have to be available for John the moment he entered the house. She leapt off her bed and quickly descended the stairs, squatting down just inside the hall door. She spread her knees as far apart as she could, arched her back to push her tits out and put her hands on the back of her head. Seconds later John entered the house alone and Fiona wondered where her mother was but asked nothing.

"Hello Daddy. I've missed you" she convincingly lied.

"Have you indeed?" he replied "In that case you'd best take care of Daddy's needs".

He stood in front of her, unzipped himself and brought his semi-erect cock out. He rubbed it all over her face and then pressed it against her lips.

"Open wide Cunt!"

Fiona swallowed him into her mouth, bobbing her head along the shaft, feeling it grow in her hot wet orifice. She swirled her tongue around the shaft, pushed the tip of it into his pee slit and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked back along it until just the head was held between her lips where she began to lick the head.

"Mmnnnn Daddy you taste so nice!" she declared.

Actually she was enjoying sucking him at that moment. The excitement of flashing herself to her teacher and masturbating had turned the little bitch on and she was up for some sexual fun. She felt an overwhelming need to cum and her Daddy was the only one to give her that release.

"Mmmnnn Dadeee ar u gonnh fuk me?"

"OOOhhhhmmmm Not right now" he responded.

"Guh! Guh! Guh! Guh! Slurrppp, kerk! Mmmnnn, aahhhh erk Shclopp! Schlopp!"

Her guttural sucking sounds filled the air as she squatted naked in 5" high red heels with her hands firmly clasped behind her head and allowed John to orally rape her mouth. He fisted her head and thrust his cock as deep into her eleven year old throat as he could get it. After a couple of minutes of frenetic pounding, he pulled his cock from her mouth and a long thick strand of saliva stretched between her lips and his cock. Her face was a mess of tears, snot and saliva from being brutally face fucked.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Eehhhhh" she drew breath and swallowed saliva "That was good Daddy" she told him.

"Go and get cleaned up. Have you finished your homework?" he asked.

"Not yet.... Daddy.... but it won't take much... longer".

"Well get it finished and then put on black seamed stockings and a red suspender belt and make the evening meal".

"Am I cooking for us two or Mum as well?" she asked with a heaving chest.

"Your Mum won't be back until Sunday evening so it's just us two".

Fiona wondered at that statement and then she had to know why.

"Where is she daddy?"

"It's on a need to know basis and you don't need to know" he told her and pushed her towards the stairs.

"I want dinner ready by seven. Don't keep me waiting!"

Fiona understood that she was going to be well used that weekend and went to clean herself up wondering where her mother was. John watched her climb the stairs and smiled to himself. Tonight should be very entertaining, especially with what he had in store for her.

He fucked her doggy fashion on the rug in front of the fire, cupping both tits in his hands and using them to slide her up and down his rock hard erection. Then he fucked her missionary style with her red stiletto heels and black seamed stockings pointing high and wide up to the ceiling before putting her legs over his shoulders to pound his cock balls deep into her soaking wet cunt.

After nearly an hour he had filled her with so much cum it frothed and foamed as it was squished out of her cunt as he continued fucking her. Once she had licked him clean and they rested for a while, he sat back on the settee and had her sit on him between his legs, her back to him and with her high heels firmly planted together on the carpet and her hands on his thighs.

She started slowly, sliding her wet cunt up and down the hard shaft, fucking his cock in and out of her cunt. She took all nine inches in balls deep on each downward stroke only to deliciously slide it slowly back out until only his cock head was inside her. Then he had her stretch her cunt around it as she repeated the motion, on and on and on and on.

"Ohhh fuckDaddy! Your cock really fills me up! Ooo yessssmmnnnnooohhhaahhhh! Fuck me daddy" she moaned "Fuck your little slut until she cums on your cock! Mmmmmmyyyeesssssdadddeeeeee. Please daddy fuck me!!"

After thirty minutes, he turned her around so she sat astride him so he could continue fucking her eleven year old cunt and suck on her B cup tits at the same time. He enjoyed the feeling of chewing her as he sucked, licked and nipped her erect flushed nipples and Fiona constantly arched her back, pushing her tits into his face.

"MMnnn Daddy. I love you sucking my tits and fucking me at the same time" she admitted.

She pounded up and down on his cock, building herself up to an orgasm that she needed and wanted and hoped he would let her have. As her breathing became shorter and heavier, her cunt thrusts became more pronounced and John could feel the cum churning in his balls.

"You've got me cumming you sexy little Bitch!" he told her with his mouth full of tit "Phoowwaawww yes keep fucking me!!"

"I'm.hhhuh mmm cumm.ing ooohh tooo Daddeee. Oohh fuck yes I'm cummin Daddee cummin...CUMMIN!!!"

She hammered his cock with her soaking wet, tight, hot cunt, jiggling her tits in his mouth as her grasped her buttocks and bore her down onto his pistoning cock. When she realised John wasn't going to prevent her from exploding, she rode him to an immense climax for both of them.

"OOOHHHFFUUUUCCCKKKIIINNNHHEELLLLYEESSSS!!!" she screamed.

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! Huhhnn HUH HUH huhnn!" John grunted.

John filled her gripping cunt with eight heavy blasts of cum and she squealed as it spurted out around his cock as there was no room inside her cunt to keep it in place. The squelching noises of cock hammering into a cum filled cunt echoed from the walls and the heavy breaths of two people fucking each other accompanied the animalistic grunts as they rutted. Fiona collapsed and felt John lifting her off his cock and grasping her hair to force her face into his groin. She opened her mouth and sucked his cum covered cock into her mouth and licked him clean.

"MMMMmmm" lick lick.

"MMMnnn Daddeee" lick slurp.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM" slurrrppppp.

She slowly licked his cock from base to tip, swirled her tongue around the pee slit and then continued back down to his balls. She held his cock in her right hand and slathered her tongue over his balls, licking every drop of cum from them. She popped each one into her hot mouth to give it a good suck and than turning her head sideways on to his cock, wrapped her lips as far around the base of the shaft and using her tongue ran his cock between them from base to tip.

"Am I sucking your cock really good Daddy?" she asked him.

"Yes you little cunt Now keep doing that and don't let daddy's cock go soft".

"Mmmmmmm" she had swallowed his cock again "Mmmmm Dadddeee ey luv sukkin yor kok!" she told him with his cock at the back of her throat.

She slowly deep throated him, swallowing his shaft millimetre by millimetre until after thirty or so seconds she had his cock buried balls deep in her talented eleven year old throat. Then just as effortlessly she hollowed her cheeks, sucked hard and slowly slid him back out. The two strokes, down and up had lasted over a minute. With a loud "pop!" his cock emerged back into the room and Fiona began a gentle but insistent masturbation.

After ten minutes of superb cock sucking, John bent her forwards over the back of the settee, her feet firmly spread three feet apart and with her tits cupped in his hands he told her to reach behind her to slide his cock into her cunt. She grasped his thick member in her right hand, opened her cunt lips with her left and pushed back at him as he thrust forward.

"OOOHHHH Daddeeeee AAAHHHHH YESSSS!!!" she moaned.

He fucked her for twenty minutes, alternating the speed and depth of his thrusts into her before he again altered position, making her straddle his thighs as they fucked for another twenty minutes. It was inevitable for him to cum again.

"Huh HUH UUNNGHH!! UNGHH! I'm cumming you little slut!" he groaned.

""AAAHHHGGHHHHMMMMMYYESSSSSS me too Daddeee OOH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Neither of them was aware of who came first in a shuddering mass of fucking flesh. It was within seconds of each other but Fiona felt his heavy jets of cum splattering into her well fucked soaking wet cunt. It was just after eleven pm and Fiona collapsed exhausted, her tits boring into his hands and the itchy sensation of three loads of cum oozing out of her cunt and sliding down her thighs made her squirm.

John had fucked her practically non-stop for four hours from just after eight o'clock, stopping only to have her suck and lick his cock clean each time he came and she knew that duty was once more upon her. She remained in his arms, breathing with heavy tired gasps waiting until he told her to suck him clean. John mauled her buttocks with his right hand and fisted her hair with his left, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

They exchanged a long spit swapping tongue swirling kiss that lasted well over two minutes and Fiona felt him sliding his cock in and out of her well fucked cunt. Her face was a mess of smeared mascara, eye-shadow, tears, saliva and snot. Her lipstick had long since disappeared and her mouth tasted of cum but she knew her evening fucking session wasn't yet over.

The cum oozed out and slicked down over her thighs and spilled in a torrent onto his balls. All the time he was kissing her she could only think of how much cum she would have to suck up. His right hand travelled up from her ass to her tits and he played with her nipples, tweaking and squeezing them and she wondered how much different would it feel when they were pierced.

She felt his cock slowly deflating and sliding slowly out of her soaking wet gash, followed by even more cum gushing out as the barrier keeping it inside was removed. She squeezed with her cunt muscles and John let out a short pleasurable moan.

"Clean me off of this mess you've made!" he demanded.

Five minutes later he dried his cock in her long blonde hair and pulled her up with his left hand in her hair. He groped her tits and slid his right hand between her legs, cupping her sex.

"How is it at school? Has your teacher made any more comments on your paying attention?"

He fingered her cunt and Fiona gasped with pleasure. He had never been this attentive to pleasuring her before. It was as if he were milking her of information by playing with her cunt.

"No daddy. I've done like you said and started flirting with him, letting him look up my skirt and at my tits" she squirmed "MMMnnn that's nice daddy! He said he was going to involve the Head and you but I said I'd tell the head he'd been molesting me. That stopped him.... ooohhhhhh Daddy!"

John had two fingers working away in her cunt and his thumb swirling over her clit, slowly working her up into a pleasurable cum.

"Get him into a position where he won't cause any trouble, whatever it takes. You understand?"

He punctuated the last five words with heavy finger thrusts into her stinging twat. Fiona groaned out on the verge of cumming again despite the discomfort as he continued finger fucking her.

"Does that mean anything at all, oooohh...yes...mmmmm daddy. if I have to Daddy?"

"Yes it does - but only if you have to. Just don't get caught".

Fiona was on the verge of cumming again when John pulled his fingers out and pushed down between his legs.

"Now suck me off for a while and then you can go to bed."

Just after midnight John fucked her again and sent her to bed with a final cumload dripping down her eleven year old thighs.

Chapter 9 - School "Daze"

At home her evenings changed. John still required her to strip naked, but he stopped fucking her every night and the canings reduced in frequency too. He had her perform with him on a couple of evenings during the week and made up for it on weekends. Brenda suffered as a consequence and found herself being fucked and beaten every day and night, but in her near drunken and drugged state it became normal practice for her.

In the following weeks Fiona continued teasing her teacher and thought it was good fun and she didn't have much fun in her life. It had been noticed that she never joined in any after school clubs or went on any school outings. Though she applied herself to her schooling, doing the best she could with her homework and handing it in on time, it was obvious she was not the most diligent of pupils.

The main reason for that was that, although now John didn't fuck her every night, it still limited the amount of time she had for studying. Weekends were always a blur of sexual activity for her and on a Monday morning she was tired from all the fucking she had to endure. John's use of her also had its impact on her attitude to life. She became withdrawn and kept herself to herself, though she did interact with the other girls and some boys in her class, she never had time to spend with friends and was rarely allowed to leave the house.

As time passed, Mr Norton became more and more captivated by her flirting. He couldn't erase the image of her holding her blouse open and showing him her tits. Whenever she was in maths class she sat on the front row with her legs parted to give him a view up her short skirt. He was just as careful as Fiona not to draw the attention of other pupils to what was taking place, always snatching brief glimpses and never holding his gaze for long. He knew she was doing it on purpose. He knew he liked it, but he also knew it would lead to trouble, but he didn't want it to stop.

One Monday, a fortnight after the last contact between them, the class had some questions to complete. He kept walking up and down the aisles of desks looking down at the answers being worked out by the pupils and offering help when asked. Each time he came to Fiona's desk he would gaze longingly down at her from above and slightly behind and could not help but stare at her black bra boosted cleavage, visible only to him.

She was well aware of his presence and had once again unfastened one more button than was necessary, and she arched her back as he stood there, lifting her tits to his gaze. As though unaware of his presence, she stroked her fingers of her right hand down the centre of her young cleavage and traced the line of her bra cup, pulling her blouse just a little more apart for him to enjoy the view.

He saw she was having trouble understanding the question and how to answer it so he bent over and put his face next to hers, placing his finger on the text book and then directing her in the way to approach the problem. As he did so, his right arm barely touched her left breast, but it was enough for Fiona to move herself so that she pressed herself against him. She looked up at him with her piercing blue eyes and bared her cleavage to his eyes and asked.

"Am I doing it right Sir?" and smiled, slightly rubbing herself against him.

The double entendre was not lost on him but was said innocently enough as far as the rest of the class was concerned.

"Yes Fiona, you're doing quite well but you need to apply more thought to what you are doing" he replied.

His eyes met hers with a twinkle in them and Fiona again pressed her tits against his arm. The touch lasted a brief second but it seemed like hours to him as Fiona then arched her back and gave him a superb glimpse of her cleavage supported in her black bra.

"I'll certainly apply more thought to what I'm doing Mr Norton. I don't want to make any mistakes do I?"

Her meaning was clear to him and he licked his lips and placed his hand on her left shoulder, using his middle finger to stroke her bra strap and then smiled and moved on to another desk. He was hooked by her and flustered as to what may happen. When he had finished his tour of each desk, he sat down and faced the class only to be greeted by Fiona sitting wide legged with her skirt held taught across her thighs.

She gave him a blatant view of black thigh high stockings and what lay beneath. Her left hand was under the desk between her legs, stroking her slit as she continued to write with her right hand. As he kept his gaze fixed on her Fiona lifted her eyes to his and smiled a dazzling smile that had him feeling totally aroused.

"OK children, time is up. Please hand your papers in as you leave. Homework is the remaining questions eleven through to twenty. If anyone feels they need some guidance I will be here for a few minutes after school finishes for the day. Hands up those requiring help".

Four hands were raised one at a time to the ceiling and then it was five as Fiona added hers. He looked at her and smiled.

"OK Janet, Carol, Andrew, Philip and Fiona in that order. I'll deal with you as quickly as I can" he told them.

The bell went and there was the usual bustle of people packing and leaving. Janet's question was answered in short time as was Carol's, which was also the same as Philips. Andrew's was more complicated and he seemed unable to grasp what his teacher was saying but after five more minutes Fiona found herself alone with Mr Norton. She stood on his right side waiting for him to speak.

"And what's your question Fiona" he asked her staring straight at her tits and then up to her face, swallowing hard as he did so.

"I just wanted to know if my performance has improved enough since our last talk Mr Norton" she asked him, twiddling her long blonde hair in her right hand whist swaying her hips. "I mean I have tried to improve and do better and I hope you see that I have".

She was playing with the next unopened button on her blouse and she stared at him with her head cocked to the right, still playing with her hair. Fiona's eyes bore down into his as she popped it open. Her black bra came more into view and she arched her back to push her cleavage into better alignment for him to look at her. He looked at her and swallowed as he felt his cock began to react to her. She was playing with another button, tweaking it and he silently hoped it would also be opened.

"Have I done better Mr Norton? Have I? I'm sure I can do better all the time".

The silence seemed deafening as the noise of school died away and being on the top floor, they both knew that they were almost certainly alone at that time. The button popped open with what sounded like a bullet like explosion to his ears but in fact it was only in his mind. Her cleavage was like a valley formed by two well pushed up tits fighting to spill out of their confines.

"Do you think I'm pretty Mr Norton? Do you?" she asked and as if in slow motion she pulled her blouse open to give him a total unimpeded look at her tits held up in a black half cup bra.

"I think you've seen these before but not for as long a time as this."

She pulled her blouse out of her skirt, unfastening the last button and holding it wide apart. His eyes bulged as she did so and then he stared into hers.

"What do you think you're doing Fiona?" he asked in almost a whisper.

"I'm applying more thought to what I'm doing. That's what" she told him. "Don't you like them? You haven't stopped watching me, looking at me, touching me, have you?"

He shook his head and kept gazing at her twin mounds pushed up into a lovely, welcoming cleavage.

"B cups Mr Norton. I'm only eleven too and my bra is already feeling tight on me. Does that mean they're still growing?" she coyly asked.

"Where are you going with this Fiona, it's wrong and I could get into a lot of trouble."

"Well you're not exactly trying to make me cover up are you?" she enquired as she removed her blouse putting it on his desk "and who's going to get you into trouble? I'm not, I like doing this for you".

She moved her hands to her skirt and placed them on the fastening at the back. He heard the rasping noise of a zip being opened. She smiled as she tugged the waistband lower down her hips and his eyes lit upon the black suspender belt coming into view. He clasped his hands over hers and pressed them into her hips.

"Stop it Fiona. You're just a child with hormonal problems, big problems. I don't want any trouble so please stop what you're doing right now and get dressed." He was almost pleading with her.

Fiona took a step closer to him and pressed herself against his chest. Her hands never moved as his pulled hers down to her sides over her skirt and held them there.

"You are a very naughty girl Fiona. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into." He admonished her.

"If only you knew the half of it Mr Norton!" she thought to herself.

"I like you Mr Norton. I like you very much and I think you like me too because you never stop looking at me. So why not let me show myself to you. I want to. I really want to".

He stood up and pushed her gently back. His mind was in a total conflict and he stared at her standing there in her black bra and skirt unable to stop her from what she was doing but needing it to stop. Then Fiona slid her skirt over her hips and stood there with it pooled around her black 3" high stilettos, her black suspender belt and black stockings framing her hairless cunt. She stood there with her hands on her hips her head tossed to the right.

"Do you like what you see Mr Norton? I can show you some more if you want!"

He was struck dumb as he stared at her incredibly well developed eleven year old body, standing in front of him in just her black bra, suspenders stockings and heels and then he looked into her eyes and saw a welcoming invite that beckoned him to step over the line. Fiona's hands went up to her back and moments later in a graceful motion the bra fell from her shoulders to bare her firm 28B cup tits to his lustful gaze.

"I take it you like what you see then?" she said and then flicked her fingers across her nipples and lifted her tits up as if offering them to him. "I may only be eleven Mr Norton but I certainly don't look it do I? I don't act eleven either do I?"

Mesmerised, he shook his head in negative agreement and stared at her incredible tits. She was a stunning little girl with a fabulous figure and long blonde hair down to her waist.

"No you don' Fiona but I need you to get dressed".

She pressed herself against him and with just millimetres separating their lips she said.

"I can be a very good girl Sir" she lightly pressed her lips to his "and I can do much better too" and she lightly ran her hand over his cock.

He slipped his arms around her, pulled her onto his knee and hugged her. He was lost from that moment onwards. He was weak but also opportunistic.

"You're not going to say anything to anyone are you sir? I will be a very good girl and I won't say anything either".

"Fiona, please get dressed. I can't do this".

"but we're not doing anything Mr Norton" she interrupted.

"We're doing more than you obviously understand. Now please get dressed".

He put her on her feet and stood up moving quickly away from her. Fiona picked up her bra and slid her arms through the straps.

"Are you sure you want me to get dressed Mr Norton?"

He nodded and Fiona fastened her bra strap and quickly dressed. He looked at his watch and saw that only fifteen minutes had passed since class had finished yet it seemed like hours had elapsed.

"Whenever you want to see some more Mr Norton all you have to do is ask.

Fiona picked up her bag and made to leave. As she reached the door she turned to look at him and said.

"I have improved haven't I?"

"Yes Fiona you have" he replied.

"Good. Well I'll go and get my homework done then" and she smiled at him "Don't worry Mr Norton I'm not going to say anything to anyone, not as long as you don't say anything either. We can have some fun can't we?" and she exited the room smiling to herself.

When she told John later that evening what had happened he was amazingly quite pleased about it. He smiled and began to work out some future plan as to how to make sure the teacher never said anything at all and he got some benefit too. He had made some enquiries about Brian Norton and had come up with some interesting results. Now he could think about using them.

Although he was her form master, Fiona only had maths lessons with him four times a week. The next time possible for teasing him was the following Wednesday, until then she dutifully completed all her homework and only had to satisfy John each morning and on the Tuesday evening. Her teacher gazed at her each morning as he checked the register and from his stares Fiona new he was lusting for her.

Despite her continuing teasing, he never kept her back for nearly two more weeks. It was on the Wednesday evening, almost a month after she had started to tease him that Fiona arrived home from school, said hello to her mum and told her she would go and get a shower and get ready for John coming home. She stripped naked and began preparing herself for John getting in from work but couldn't resist ther urge to masturbate on her bed fantasising about sucking her teacher's cock following her latest bout of teasing him.

In the last class of the day she had again managed to sit in his view, with her legs wide open for him. Her pen stopped working and he gave her one of his to use and nearing the end of the lesson he caught sight of her sliding the pen in and out of her very aroused glistening cunt. As everyone was leaving she remained behind gave it back to him.

"Thank you for lending me then pen sir" she told him with a wicked little glint in her eyes "I didn't use it all that much".

Fiona hoped he would taste her juices as soon as he could which he did sooner than she thought. He took the pen from her, put the end to his lips and told her she was a very naughty girl.

"But I thought I was being a good girl for you sir" she told him.

"Yes you are but in a very naughty way" he confirmed.

"So you want me to be naughty as well as being good?" she continued.

"Yes Fiona I do" he stated, staring straight at her tits.

Fiona went over to the door listening for sounds of anyone being in the vicinity and being satisfied that they were unlikely to be disturbed, closed it and returned to him.

"How naughty?" she asked.

"Very naughty!" was all he said.

Fiona smiled and unbuttoned her blouse, quickly stripping it from her shoulders and slid her skirt off over her ankles. She stood once more in front of him, only this time in a white half-cup push-up bra, a black ten strap suspender belt, black stockings and black 3" high heels. Her shaved cunt glistened and acted like a magnet to his eyes. He smiled at her.

"You're a very good girl Fiona".

With a wicked little gleam in her eyes, she smiled at him and put her hands up behind her to unclasp her bra and free her tits. She stood there, her right leg slightly bent at the knee, crossed over her left with the tip of her shoe on the floor. Her left hand was on her hip and she held out the bra to him with her right hand letting it dangle from the tips of her fingers, jiggling it at him.

"Is this even naughtier Mr Norton?" her firm B cup tits rose and fell as her heart pounded.

"Even naughtier Fiona" he told her.

"How much more naughty do you want me to be?" she teased licking her lips with her tongue.

"How much more naughty do you want to be?" he enquired, totally absorbed with what she was doing.

"Oh Mr Norton you have no idea how much more naughty I want to be" and she giggled.

"Really" he replied.

Fiona stepped up to him, held her bra in both hands and looped it over his head. Even though he was sitting down she still had to go up on tip toes to pull him to her tits by it, pressing his face into them and holding him there by the bra.

"Yes. Really!" she responded and ground her nipples and tits into his face "Don't you want me to be very, very naughty?"

"Ah-ha!" he murmured.

She pushed him back into his seat and clambered aboard, her legs on either side of his thighs, pushed herself upright and dropped her bra onto the desk. She put her hands around his neck, lifted herself up and offered her left nipple to his lips. He sucked it in and nursed on her eleven year old B cup tits whilst running his hands all over her back, down to her stockings and then back over her buttocks.

"Oohhh you're being naughty too Mr Norton, very naughty but don't stop I like it!"

Fiona started to grind her cunt into his cock filled trousers and he moaned as she did so.

"Mmmmmm is that naughty too Mr Norton, eh? You seem very happy Mr Norton." And she ground into him even more.

Loud sucking noises filled the classroom as he feasted on her tits, all inhibitions had now gone. He sucked and tasted her B cup mounds whilst groping her buttocks. Fiona pulled him away from her tits, dropped her mouth to his and kissed him in a way that no eleven year old girl should.

Her hands grasped his hair, crushing her lips to his and her tongue searched for his mouth, urgently licking his lips, forcing it between them and then twirling with his as they traded spit. She took his hands and held them against her tits, urging him to fondle them by pressing herself tight into his palms and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth.

"MMmmmmmmmmm mmm mmmmmnnnn!!" she moaned.

He groped her, mauled her and squeezed her nipples between his fingers eliciting a sharp yelp of pain from her as Fiona continued to dry hump his burgeoning cock. The kiss lasted a long time before they broke for air and Fiona quickly slid her hands down between them to grasp his cock.

"Are you going to fuck me Mr Norton?" she asked in a heavy husky voice as she unzipped him, sliding her tiny hand inside to locate and grasp his solid erection. She began slowly and firmly wanking him off. "Are you going to put this in me? Are you?"

"Where did you learn to kiss like that Fiona.oopoohhhh mmm What do you know about fucking? Ohhh ppoooaahhh Geez Fiona, please I'm cumming, CUMMING!" he warned her.

He was so aroused, so excited he couldn't stop himself and a few seconds later, as Fiona firmly gripped him he filled his trousers. She counted six spurts of wet sticky cum quickly drench her hand and she gleefully giggled.

"Now it's you who's being very naughty." she crowed.

Brian kissed her again, mauled her tits and luxuriated in the feeling of her cum filled hand rubbing his cock head up against her smooth cunt. Fiona crushed her lips to his, snaked her tongue inside his mouth and ground her cunt down into his groin, continuing to stroke him. Long minutes of slurping kissing sounds filled the room accompanied by loud guttural moans of pleasure.

"You can fuck me Mr Norton! I want you to!" she groaned.

Eventually, they broke the kiss and he held her tight to him cradling her head on his chest. The image to anyone watching was of a grown man with a practically naked eleven year old girl, wearing only black suspenders, stockings and heels sitting astride him, her tits heaving and her buttocks slowly gyrating and pressing into him as she stroked him.

"I really enjoyed that Mr Norton and I won't tell anyone about this. I wanted it to happen." She almost whispered.

He quickly came back to his senses, aware of how foolish he had been how much risk he had taken and that they could be discovered at any moment. He held her up at arms length, drinking in the view of her tits and bare cunt, her lustrous long blonde hair framing her beautiful face and then guided her tits to his mouth.

"MMMmmmmmmyeeessssss Mr Norton mmmnnnnn".

For another two minutes he sucked her tits and feasted on them. He didn't want to stop but knew he had to. She had taken him to a place he had only ever been once before and weak as he was he knew he didn't regret it.

"MMMnnn slobber mmmnn suhluk, shluck, mmmnnn slobber mmm" he moaned and her tits became a meal for him as Fiona cradled his head in her arms and moved her upper body to help him dine on both teats.

"You're really enjoying sucking my tits aren't you sir? I told you I could be a very good girl and I can be even better" she told him.

There was a sudden noise of the classroom door opposite being opened and closed and both of them panicked at the sound. Fiona immediately slid off his legs and frantically began dressing. She fumbled to replace her bra but couldn't mange to get the hooks fastened. He took over and quickly aligned the hooks, fastening it for her. As he did that she stepped into her skirt, pulled it up around her waist and then slipped her blouse on, managing to fasten the buttons with unsteady hands. She tucked her blouse into the waistline of her skirt and zipped it up.

All that remained now of their tryst was the stain on his trousers. He sat her down on at a desk and then opened a text book for her to pretend to read and quickly gave her a pen and paper, told her to act like she was answering a question and then sat back down behind his desk. Just a few moments later the door opened and in walked a janitor.

"Oh sorry I didn't think anyone was in here" he said looking at what appeared to be a teacher holding detention.

"It's ok we'll soon be finished here, you just go about doing what you have to" he replied, making sure his legs were tucked under the desk.

The janitor took about four or five minutes to empty the bins and sweep the floor until he was satisfied he had done enough and then said his goodbyes. Fiona and her teacher looked at each other once he had left and she smiled at him.

"I like being naughty for you" she said.

"Yes, so do I but we almost got caught" he responded.

"Well, we'll just have to make sure that next time we don't" she told him.

The next time, so there will be a next time he thought.

"Yes," he said, swallowing to clear his wet throat "next time we'll have to be much more careful...."

Fiona writhed on her bed as she conjured up what had taken place less than an hour previously, her fingers danced with magic strokes up and down her cunt slit, her thumb caressing her clit as she finger fucked herself.

"MMMmmm Mr Norton mmmm yessss sir ooohhhh yeeesss fuuuccckkkkkkmeee sirrrr oooooohhhhhhh yessssss mmmmmnnn ohhh FFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKYYESSSSS!!!"

She exploded! Electric shocks radiated from her cunt like an earthquake as she shuddered and shook and writhed in self induced pleasure.

"Oohhh fuck me Mr Norton fuck my slutty cunt with your big cock!! Mmmmm huh huh huh ".

She slowly came down from her high and basked in the afterglow of cumming, smiling to herself in satisfaction. She knew she was going to fuck her teacher and as far as she was concerned the sooner the better, but he wasn't to be her next sexual experience.

When the end of the school week finally arrived John came in from work to find Brenda in the kitchen cooking the evening meal. He looked at her and thought what a change had been brought about in her physical appearance. The diet she had been on since they were married had worked marvels on her body. She had lost nearly two stones and now fitted into a size fourteen.

Gone were the rolls of waist flab, gone were the flabby arms. She measured in at 38DD-28-38 and her legs looked stupendous in the 6" high heels she strutted around in. He just had not taken in her appearance so well for a while now and he was impressed. That she was quite stunning looking was never a doubt but his plans didn't include finding her so attractive.

"Hello Sir!" she said and dropped to her knees "I didn't hear you come in. I'm sorry for not adopting the position sooner."

"How long will dinner be before it's ready?" he asked.

"About half an hour Sir" she responded.

"Enough time to fuck Fiona then" and he exited the kitchen.

He found Fiona, naked in red heels doing her homework. She looked up at him as he entered her bedroom and immediately slid to the floor, spread her knees wide apart, put her hands on her head and thrust her tits out for his approval. Her freshly painted face beamed a smile at him.

"Hello Daddy. I've missed you" she told him.

He sat on her bed and beckoned her to get between his legs.

Fiona complied and placed her hands on his trousers to unfasten them. His zip came down and his cock came out. Fiona licked all the way along his erecting shaft from tip to base and back up again.

"MMMmmmmm I've really wanted to taste you so bad Daddy! I had to go to the girls room and play with myself".

"Did you now!" he said.

"Mmmmmm yesssss daddy but it wasn't as good as sucking your cock!"

She formed a tight "O" with her lips and sucked him inside, laving the shaft with her hot wet tongue.

"Poooaahhhh Yesss!!" he exhaled.

She licked and wanked the shaft as she said.

"MMMMmmmmm I love sucking your big hard cock Daddy! It fills my mouth so I can't breathe".

"MMMmhhuuuu gurk! Gark! Schloppp!! Schlopp!! Huh huh!"

Fiona proceeded to noisily and wetly slurp and suck the cock in her hands accompanied by John's heavy breathing.

"Kek! Kekk! Huh! Guh! Guh! MMmnnn mmmnnn".

She bobbed her head with fast deep strokes until she felt his huge head touching her tonsils. As she sucked she deftly pulled his trousers of his hips until they were around his feet and then began to hum.

"HHmmmm Hmmmmmm MMMnnnnnn ooohhh Daddee".

Loud sloppy sucking noises filled her room and John voiced his approval.

"Pooaahhh ooohhh oooohhh yessss suck it bitch! Swallow it!" he groaned.

Fiona pushed down hard, swallowed as much saliva as she had produced and slid all nine inches into her eleven year old throat, burying her nose in his pubic hair.

"Kum whn u won tu Dadee" she pleaded " fil mi tinee mouf with kum!"

Five minutes of supreme toe curling cock sucking passed and then John gripped her head tightly and thrust his cock deep down her throat.

"Take it,, you little cunt!" he exclaimed.

"Gark! Gark! Kuhhh! Kuhh!! Gurg!! Huh! Huh! Erkkkk!"

John exploded in her throat and she felt his cock spasming as he delivered eight long cum blasts into her gullet. The sperm flooded her throat and she pulled his cock out to hold the spitting head in her mouth and collected the last receding spurts. When he finished she put her hands on his thighs, pushed herself upright, tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she allowed the contents of her mouth to spill out all over her tits.

"Was I a good little cock sucker for my Daddy?" she coyly asked with her mouth dripping cum onto her tits.

"Yes you were very good" John confirmed.

Fiona scooped up the cum from her tits and slowly licked it from her fingers with an audible grunt of pleasure.

"My Daddy tastes so nice. I love swallowing his cum".

Fiona dropped her face into his lap and began to lick his cock clean of cum. A couple of minutes later she pushed herself back onto her ankles and cupped her tits, offering them to him.

"Are you going to fuck your little slut daddy?"

"No I'm not. Someone else is going to do that!" he told her.

Fiona looked up at him with uncertainty. To be told she going to get fucked by another man unnerved her.

"Do I know him Daddy?" she asked.

"No but you soon will do. Have you finished your homework?"

"No Daddy I still have a lot to do" she responded.

"Well, have dinner and continue doing your homework until about eight. Then get prepared as I will be taking you to visit him at nine."

"Is it far Daddy?" she enquired.

"No not far at all".

"What shall I wear Daddy?"

"School uniform with seams and heels. Wear the red bra, suspenders and thong I got you."

"A thong? OK Daddy! Whatever you say."

"He wants pigtails too. He wants to fuck a real schoolgirl. In fact what he really wants to do is to fuck his daughter but he knows that won't be possible. So I've offered him you to pretend you are her. You'll answer to the name of Lorna and pretend you're a virgin."

"OK Daddy I will" Fiona complied.

"Call him daddy just like you do me and talk really dirty in that little girl voice you have. You'll be staying the night and I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Fuck his brains out or you will regret it."

"I'll fuck him really good daddy. He won't be able to walk I promise you" she said in her little girl lost voice, holding her hands together and twirling on her feet.

"Good girl. He's a very important man so you make sure you do everything he says and please him."

"Everything Daddy?" she nervously swallowed.

"Everything! No questions asked. Understood?"

"Yes Daddy" she quaked at what that may entail.

"Ok let's have dinner and then you can get started.

Fiona watched John exit her room and stifled a tear. The prospect of doing anything a stranger wanted gave her a sickly feeling in her tummy. Thoughts of her teacher were now replaced with a faceless body fucking her every way he wanted to. She left her room and walked down to the kitchen filled with trepidation.