Before hand she had not thought of it: even when she woke up one morning to find her sheets, between her legs, soaked in blood – a nuisance that persisted to this day. Her true education had happened when, in her junior year, she had walked into the girl’s bathroom to find Kim and their math teacher engaged in wild screaming and grunting. She had seen the older mans cock deep inside Kim’s eighteen-year-old body – the shock of Emily’s arrival had sent it throbbing away. The next five weeks were among the most dramatic, as Plan B failed, and her period became later and later. This was how Emily really got an education on sex and how it worked. From that point on she had always wondered how she was made. The trauma of that moment had often flooded her mind when boys put pressure on her for sex. The truth a well-toned guy was hot, but they never really did much for her. I mean, sure, Chris Pine as captain Kirk often gave her wistful longings for the iritic captain. Her mind turned to something she wanted to hide but didn’t know why. Her father. She had caught him in the shower and saw his upper body, his rather well-defined indian pecks and even his slightly large stomach seemed to fill her with comfort. Then just a few hours ago she had seen his cock. It had filled her with a sensation she had not recognized. A burning hit inside her, just below her belly button. It refused to go away, even now the sensation lingered, leaving a warm depth inside her. Why would it be wrong – he sex had provided her with housing, food, education – he was the best man in her life by far, the strongest and, frankly, the most respectable. He had come to every one of her track team meats and helped her with every assignment she ever had. “We should turn back,” Kim’s voice broke Emily’s deep thoughts as they marched up the trail. Emily was covered in a thin layer of sweat. It beaded between her breasts and around her eyes. She was certainly ready to see the cool waters of Bowman lake one more time. She came to a stop behind Kim and took a deep breath. Kim’s body glinted, even with her darker skin, in the light of the sun. “Okay,” Emily replied. “You were quiet, anything interesting going on in that noggin of yours,” Kim asked. “Just the things you said,” Emily replied, “And that time last year I walked in on you and Mr. Masters.” Kim grunted, “Bastard came in me, asshole.” “I kind of startled him.” “Yeah, you startled me too and you didn’t see me going and impregnating him – now did you?” “You can’t, you’re a girl.” I realizing it must be hurting, so I pulled out a little, but kept it right there against her pussy. Then he was to suck it and tongue it at the same time. She soaped up her hands and ran them over my breasts. She composed herself and put my cock back into my sweats. My heart rate went way up. I wet a finger in her pussy and pushed it deep into her ass. Some of our crews were finishing up and moving out but it did not free up a lot of lodging as most of indian them were in temporary trailers. “Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, harder, harder, harder, slut!” Her pussy felt kind of empty. "Oh God, Uncle Roger. I closed my eyes and breathed softly. Once we’ve stretched and warmed up, it’s time for the tip-off. Leesha looks silently from me to Ja-Alixxe and back, her fists clenched with suppressed tension. “You’re so quick to forget you are one of those highschoolers.” Phil shoved a finger in her face. Sometimes it's just surprised double-takes; and sometimes it's...well, worse." “One day, it'll be you. You have no idea how badly I’ve want you, baby girl.” Passion’s sons drank from my breasts, her daughters tasted my holes, and she herself, sucked sex from my manhood.