Victoria Parker: Incest Schoolgirls

"He's gonna give me his ring now," Sue stated.

"Goin' steady with us!" Jamie proclaimed.

"He better not ever look at Beverly Carson again," Sue demanded. "You won't, will you, Jason?"

"No, no. I like you so much, Sue."

"And your sister?" Sue asked.

"I love her. I love her!" Jason hooted, slumping on top of Jamie. "I love her, I love her."

Jamie tossed her head to one side. "You better, big brother, you better, 'cause you fucked me. You fucked me, Jason."

"I know," he panted, slumping between Jamie's legs. "It was so damn good, honey."

"Well, then you better remember what Sue said. You belong to us from now on."

"You hear that, Jason?" Sue challenged. "You hear that? You belong to us!"

Sue beat harder on Jason's ass.

She had found a new power, a new erotic delight. Never in all her junior-high fantasies did she ever think she might own Jason Johnson.

But did she own him?

She slacked up on her spanking.

Jason lay between Jamie's legs, they were kissing, licking tongues.

"You keep doin' that, Jason, kissin' your sister and stuff, and I'll really have to spank you."

Jason rolled off his sister. He looked up at Sue's pretty face, then into his sister's lovely reflection.

"Whatever you want, Sue," he whispered.

Sue had a neat idea the next morning when she got up. She smiled to herself, took a shower, dried her darling body, then slipped into a pair of bright-white nylon panties and a soft white bra with a sliver of lace tickling the bulge of her titties.

She pulled on a dark-blue skirt. She fixed it just right, buttoned the hook on the side, watched the thin cotton swirl around her lithe hips as she hitched the hem high on her thighs.

"Yeah, good," she mumbled.

She slipped a baggy sweater over her head… blue and white… with stripes running down the front, white sleeves, blue stripes on the shoulders and along the arms.

She kicked a pair of low red heels from her closet and stepped onto them.

Sue appraised herself in the mirror and smiled admiringly. She felt good.

"This is power," she whispered.

She fixed her hair in double ponytails, each tail bobbing up, held into a twist by white ribbons. Her dark-brown bangs curled down on her forehead. She blushed her cheeks with pink rouge, swashed her lips with sparkling pink gloss that glistened salaciously.

Sue looked so damn good on her way to school that she turned men's heads.

Cars stopped longer at intersections as she passed. Men ogled her. Eyes bulged. She wiggled sexily, the tight, short blue skirt swirling sexily on her thighs.

She walked up the steps to school, then marched right down the hall to Mr. Davidson's office and knocked.

He beckoned her in.

"I wanted to talk about the test coming up today," she said.

"Sure, come in."

Sue took the chair at the side of his desk.

He leaned back, his chair tilting.

"What is it?" he asked.

Sue opened her notebook. "I just wanna be sure that I know some of these things. Like should I know where Hamlet has been?"

"I wouldn't worry about that," he said.

Sue looked up, saw his eyes gazing up and down her slim, trim body as she snuggled into the wide chair.

The darling looked delicious. Her beautiful face radiated nymphet loveliness. She smiled, just a tiny grin, as her eyes met Mr.

Davidson's.

"That won't be on the test then?" she said.

"No."

Sue crossed her legs, not one on top of the other, thigh over thigh, but she cocked one leg up, almost like a man would sit, and placed her ankle on the top of her other knee. Her skirt fell back almost to her lifted thigh.

She looked down at her notes on her lap, then played like she might have forgotten she had a skirt on and let Mr. Davidson look right up her smooth tanned legs to her white nylon panties, to the bulging pussy-packed Vee.

Mr. Davidson was a normal, red-blooded male. He was tall, handsome, had sandy hair that was graying slightly at his temples. His youthful, manly appearance belied his age. But the students had guessed him somewhere near forty.

His mouth dropped open at Sue's sweet show. He stared hotly at her panties, the way her bushy brown pussy pouched the crotch in a delicious muffin.

Of course he'd noticed Sue before. Everyone did. Her youthful beauty, square-cut face, dark features, proud chiseled chin, big brown eyes… her scrumptious young body.

Mr. Davidson had been hired because he had a master's degree in literature. He knew his stuff. He also knew he was trembling, that his heart was thumping.

He had never entertained the thought of having an affair with his student. He did not dare, he thought. This did not stop him from thinking about her occasionally, mostly at night as he lay in bed before he'd go to sleep. He'd think about how pretty she was that day in school, how her fine ass filled out her tight jeans.

He'd find himself stroking his cock, which had lifted to a throbbing erection in tribute to Sue. And many nights, he had tossed the covers off, spreading his legs and pounded his prick savagely, jerking off wildly to the image of Sue, ending with a shimmering sensation as his body vibrated and his cock spewed thick splashes of cum high in the air.

But an affair? He didn't want to lose his job.

Sue sat there letting him look boldly up between her legs.

"How about the king?" she asked.

"You should only know about whether he was a force for good or evil."

Sue knew where that was discussed in her text, so finding the answer would be easy.

She looked down at her notepad.

Sue loved the way she was able to manipulate her teacher.

He was trying to be cool, looking up at his desk, fishing around through sheaths of paper, but his eyes kept glancing back at the blissful sight that Sue offered him.

She kept her leg cocked up, hooked over, the ankle on her knee, skirt up, giving Mr. Davidson an exciting eyeshot at her puffy panties.

"Ophelia?" she said, looking up, her eyebrows arching at her teacher.

"All you need to know about her is on page forty-seven of your text,"

Mr. Davidson said.

Sue scribbled down the page number. Now she was getting some place, narrowing the answers down to the right page.

Mr. Davidson glimpsed the heavenly vision before him, his eyes as big as over-coat buttons.

"The guy from Norway?" Sue asked.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Davidson panted. "How he rode in and took over the country, took Denmark, yes… that's important."

Sue brought her knee up as if she were balancing her notebook on it. As she scribbled, her legs parted, exposing her pussy, and silky little black hairs slivered out the crotch in the Vee of her thighs.

"What page would that be on, sir?"

"One-ninety-six," Mr. Davidson blurted. This is more like it, Sue thought. Her pussy was spritzing, all hot and squishy.

Mr. Davidson's prick stuck up in his pants like a gun barrel, appearing hard, tall and slick.

Sue wrote down the page number and glanced up, saw the passion on Mr.

Davidson's face, then looked down and saw the spike of his cock in his gray slacks.

He was shaking. His cock ached for the beautiful girl, but was he willing to throw away his career and make a move on her?

Mr. Davidson had made enough money in the past. He'd been a successful broadcasting executive, worked up from sales to general manager of a radio station, moved into television, made bundles selling for a local station, then was elevated to manager, and finally landing a position as head of the broadcast division.

He had money.

And all the time he was making money, Mr. Davidson read literature. It was his first love. Once he'd gone as far as a man could go in a career, made enough money to last ten lifetimes, he dropped out and got a master's degree in English literature, and was hired by Hidden Valley High.