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  Horny Little Schoolgirl

  by Don Scott

  ### GR-2433 ###

  August 1985

  FOREWORD

  Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society such as ours.

  Many an adult has smiled in nostalgic remembrance of the time he snuck out back to enjoy a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he threw a firecracker in the school john.

  Justine Jones' story is that of a teenaged girl growing up in her own way: Breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any and every new wanton experience. Indeed, she makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard.

  HORNY LITTLE SCHOOLGIRL is the story of one teenager's coming of age in our society.

  -The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  "Honest, Zachery, I didn't cheat," Justine told her father. "There's been some terrible mistake!"

  "Damn right there's been a mistake, girl, and you're the one who made it!" Zachery Jones had a mean, drunken look in his eyes. "What the hell a girl like you gotta go cheatin' on a test with someone so uppity as Shannon Kensington for?"

  Justine could tell that her pleas of innocence were falling on deaf ears with her father. Once his mind was set, there was no changing it.

  The trouble had started when she returned home from school to discover that her father had received a letter from Principal Nathan Summers, stating that he believed Justine and Shannon had copied each other's answers on a science test. In truth, the two girls had studied together. So naturally, they both got the same answers right and the same answers wrong. But that was not the way Principal Summers saw it, and it wasn't the way Justine's father was looking at it.

  For all appearances, Justine and Shannon had cheated on the test together. Though Shannon came from the wealthiest family in the small suburb, and Justine came from the poorest one, it seemed to make little difference. The two girls were allies in the conspiracy, and they'd been tried and found guilty by the people in power.

  "Zachery, I swear to you, I didn't cheat." Justine could hear the trembling in her own voice, and that bothered her. Part of the time she absolutely despised her father. But some of the time he could make her feel more intensely alive than she thought possible. "Seriously. I'm telling you the truth."

  "Come over here, girl. You know the punishment that's deservin' of such behavior." Zachery sat down on one of the straight-backed wooden chairs in the kitchen area of their small suburban home. His overalls were stained with dirt. He hadn't shaved in several days. His eyes were somewhat red-rimmed from drinking since the early morning hours.

  "Do I have to?"

  "Ain't no fuckin' way around it, girl." Justine felt a shiver tremble up her spine as she looked at her father. She knew exactly what was going to happen, and though she didn't admit it, especially to herself, she suspected that she was going to have the time of her life.

  Justine was a full-bodied, big-boned teenager. Her dark-brown hair was cut short and parted indistinctly off center, combed back so that just her earlobes showed. She kept it in something of a wind-blown look so that it would be easy to take care of.

  The teenager's eyebrows were black and unplucked above large, dark-brown eyes, a straight nose and medium-full lips.

  But though she was rather good-looking in the facial appearance department, it was her body that usually caught most men by surprise. Her five-foot-four body was curved into a 38D-25-37 physique, with full, muscular thighs and almost mannishly broad shoulders. Her big, creamy tits swelled out from her body, with large brown areolas and nubby nipples that were usually somewhat hard and erect and ready for attention. Since Justine never wore a bra, her nipples were a topic of conversation on many of the boys' lips at school.

  "Don't spank me, Zachery," Justine whispered to her father. "I really didn't do anything wrong."

  "Don't back-talk me, girl. You'll only make it worse for yourself." Zachery's eyes burned into Justine's. "Come on now, you know what has to be done. You ain't so big I can't take you over my knee."

  She could see that he already had the makings of a hard-on inside the dirty, faded overalls he wore.

  "Okay, Zachery. But I still say I didn't do anything wrong."

  Justine unsnapped her jeans and then slowly worked the zipper down, pleased when she saw her father's eyes widen with appreciation. Since he refused to buy her any panties or bras, she always went without underwear of any kind.

  She slowly opened her pants, peeling them past the full, sweeping curve of her womanly hips. Beneath her thin, pale-blue T-shirt, Justine's big tits rose and fell with her rapidly accelerating breathing. The nipples had grown hard with excitement and were making noticeable dents in the thin fabric.

  "Hurry up, girl. If you make me wait to give you your punishment, you'll only make it worse for yourself."

  Something in Justine said that this time was going to be better than all the other times. She couldn't explain why she was so horny, but she was. Her pink-lipped cunt was getting hot and juicy.

  Hooking her thumbs in her jeans, Justine looked straight at her father as she slowly pushed them down. Then, with a gasp from Zachery, Justine's thick, curly black bush of cunt hair was exposed.

  "Come on, girl. Let's move it!"

  Justine pushed her jeans down to the middle of her thighs. She took small, mincing steps as she walked to her father, then lay over his lap, her asscheeks up in the air and naked. She could feel his big,, throbbing prick against the lower part of her stomach, pulsing with life, straining to get out of his overalls.

  Justine's big tits pushed toward her face. Her T-shirt fell a little, stopping at the underside of her milky, hard-nippled mounds of tit flesh. She squirmed on his lap, knowing that her movement would excite him.

  Justine was more horny for her father's cock than she ever had been before.

  "Now you just keep quiet, girl, 'cause we both know you deserve this."

  Zachery put his left hand at the small of Justine's back, feeling the velvety smoothness of her skin. He brought his right hand to her asscheeks, resting his palm on her, feeling the heat and firmness of his daughter's magnificent ass.

  Justine's hands were on the floor, as were the tips of her toes, with her ass the highest point of her body. She felt Zachery's hand kneading her asscheeks, and more pussyjuice oozed to the lips of her cunt, lubricating her tight cunt for his monstrous cock. If he wanted to fuck her, then Justine was already ready to accept him.

  When the spanking started, Justine jerked and quivered on her father's lap, consciously rubbing herself against his fiery, bone-hard prick, feeling the cock getting longer and harder by the second. His hand came up and down, smacking her asscheeks, making a delicious warmth spread through her veins.

  He slapped her asscheeks a dozen times, striking his daughter a little harder each time. Toward the end, the sound of his open palm striking her naked ass filled the small kitchen area, and Justine was quivering and shaking though she really wasn't feeling that much pain from what he was doing. Instead, his hand did little more than make her clit become erect, tingling with anticipation, trickling pussyjuice to the lips of her cunt.

  When Justine thought she could get away with it without being caught, she gave her T-shirt a little tug and it slipped above her big, excited tits. Her nipples stood out proudly from the centers of her large, brown areolas.

  "You gotta know better than to cheat on a test, girl," Zachery said, resting his hand on his daughter's warm, slightly
pinkish ass. He looked at her asscheeks and saw the impression of his own hand where he'd spanked her.

  Justine shivered a little, hands and toes on the floor, feeling her father's hand lightly rubbing her ass. His palm soothed away the pain she felt. When the tip of his finger slipped between her asscheeks, grazing lightly over her pink, juicy cunt gash, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from gasping with pleasure.

  "Nasty girls deserve punishment," Zachery said, feeling his daughter's pussyjuice making the tip of his middle finger slick and moist.

  He pushed his finger into her, between her tight cuntlips, and groaned softly. She had the tightest, hottest pussy he'd ever come across, and he couldn't get enough of the pleasure that his own teenaged daughter could provide.

  Justine squirmed on her father's lap as he finger-fucked her, driving his finger between her cuntlips until she could feel the knuckles of his fist pushing against her asscheeks. She sighed, her head hanging down, wondering what wild thrills he had in store for her.

  Sometimes when she misbehaved in some way and he spanked her, he would fuck her. Other times he had her suck his big prick until his pungent, salty cum washed down her throat. Other times, though rarely, he would fuck her ass.

  Justine's asshole couldn't take a cock the size of her father's into it easily, and it always caused a bit of pain when he ass-fucked her. Despite the pain, Justine had learned to enjoy getting her asshole reamed out by Zachery's colossal, throbbing prick.

  "Goddamn girl oughta know better than to cheat in school," Zachery said, punctuating his words by shoving a second finger into Justine's pussy. "Ain't gonna do you no good there if you cheat."

  He took his finger out of her pussy and then rubbed her tight asshole, smearing Justine's own pussyjuice against the opening. A moment later Zachery shoved his middle finger into her asshole as he finger-fucked her pussy with his ring finger.

  "Ohhhhhhh!" Justine sighed, no longer able to remain silent as she felt her asshole and cunt getting fingered.

  He was rubbing her clit, making the inferno of lust burn brightly in the pit of her stomach. Justine's huge, succulent tits jiggled and shook from her chest. She wished her father would grab them and pinch the nipples, like he usually did, but she wouldn't say anything to him. Occasionally she had to remind herself that she was being punished and wasn't actually supposed to be getting turned on by her father's hands and cock.

  Zachery went at Justine expertly, putting a combination of pain and pleasure sizzling through her veins. He used his right hand to fuck fingers into her pussy and asshole. As he did this, his left hand moved furiously up and down to slap and spank the teenager's quivering asscheeks.

  As she was getting finger-fucked and spanked, Justine rubbed herself against her father's prick. Even through his overalls, the heat of his cock was exciting her. Her 38D-cup tits trembled, the lust-hardened nipples waiting for his hands to work them over brutally hard, making her quiver with the ecstasy-agony of his expert manipulations.

  "Damn you, girl, you should have known better," Zachery hissed, shoving fingers into her asshole and pussy until his fist was pressed hard against her tight asscheeks.

  He slapped one asscheek, then the other. As he spanked his daughter, Zachery groaned, feeling her rubbing against his steelish cock. He took his left hand and pushed her T-shirt so that it was up to her shoulder blades. Reaching under her body, he found one tit and squeezed it. His cock leaped inside his overalls. He felt her lust-hardened nipple digging into the palm of his callused hand.

  "On your hands and knees, girl!" he bellowed, standing up, dumping the big-titted teenager on the floor at his feet.

  Justine was so feverish with lust she could hardly keep from begging for her father's thick, throbbing, ten-inch-long cock. Even though everyone thought of him as the town drunk, he could still fuck her in such a way that all but insured Justine a bone-jarring, spine-tingling orgasm.

  She felt the hard wooden floor against her knees. Justine tried to push her knees farther apart, then realized that her jeans were still around the middle of her thighs. Her cunt and asshole felt empty without Zachery's callused, stiff fingers fucking into them.

  "I'm sorry, Zachery," Justine said, her throat feeling tight as she waited to receive her father's hugely swollen prick. "I promise I'll never do anything bad again."

  "You've got to be punished, girl." His voice was cold as ice yet filled with the fire of his lust.

  Justine's big tits hung beneath her, shaking a little, looking even larger now that they were being pulled at by gravity. Her T-shirt was bunched up under her arms, her pants at the middle of her thighs.

  Zachery unfastened the brass clasps at his shoulders and his overalls fell down to his ankles. His prick, all ten powerful, bone-hard inches of it, sprang out from his body. The bullet-shaped cockhead was massive, reddish in color, mean looking.

  He got down on his knees behind Justine, putting his hands on her hips. His prick pointed at the girl's cunt like it had eyes of its own.

  "You must be punished."

  On her hands and knees, Justine gave her hips a little shake, knowing that it would turn her father on. A moment later she felt the spongy head of his prick rubbing against her lusty, tingling, pink cuntlips.

  He was playing with her, rubbing his cockhead over her cuntlips and clit without actually shoving his prick into her cunt. Justine knew that Zachery was just playing with her, and she also knew how to get him to stop.

  "Please don't fuck me," she whispered.

  A moment later Justine gasped as she felt her cuntlips being wedged apart by the conical head of her father's strong, hard, manly cock.

  "Ohhhhhhh!" Zachery sighed, fucking almost half of his cock into his daughter's sweet, tight pussy on the very first lunge.

  Justine could feel the underside of his prick rubbing against her electrified clit. The tingles that were coming from her red-hot clit told her that she was in for a really sweet, satisfying orgasm this time. When the cock pulled out of her pussy until only the very tip of Zachery's cockhead was still parting her cuntlips, Justine trembled, sensing what was coming next.

  The second time Zachery threw his hips at his daughter, he did it with much more force. This time his prick plowed full-length up her hot cunt, filling her with cockmeat, almost knocking the breath from her lungs.

  "Awwwwwww!" the big-titted teenager groaned, pushing her hands farther out in front of herself so that she could be better braced against her father's assault.

  Zachery's strong fingers dug deep into the taut flesh of his daughter's hips as he fucked her, pumping his hips back and forth to drive his prick as deeply into her cunt as he could possibly get it. He groaned, his red-rimmed eyes glazed over with lust, feeling her slick cunt muscles massaging and kneading the shaft and head of his rigid cock. Each time he fucked full-length into her pussy, he paused a moment to feel her hot juices surrounding and warming his prick.

  Justine's chin was almost touching her chest as she squirmed at the end of her father's cock. She shivered, her clit tingling with satisfaction, sending a burning sensation through her veins. She consciously tightened her cunt around her father's charging cock, loving the way his cockhead drove deep into her pussy.

  "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Zachery grunted each time he fucked into his daughter's slick, hot pussy.

  He pumped his prick into her, his big, hairy, cum-churning balls swinging crazily between his legs.

  Justine both hated and adored her father. She hated him for fucking her almost daily; she loved him for fucking her into ecstasy. Almost everything he did to her excited her.

  Nobody else could make her feel quite the way Zachery could. When he was rough and cruel with her, she got hot and horny with desire for his cock. With other boys, she enjoyed their tenderness and affection. But with her father, it was the cruel, animalistic way he fucked her, with such burning need, that excited her. She always ended up feeling raped and ravished, but somehow that wasn't so bad when it was her ow
n father who was doing the ravishing.

  "Ohhhhhhh! Drill me with your cock," Justine sighed, pushing herself backward to meet her father's charging prick.

  She felt her cuntlips working over the entire length of Zachery's bone-hard prick. When he fucked deep into her cunt, she felt his balls slap lightly against the insides of her thighs.

  There was something crude and deliciously erotic about having her jeans down to her thighs and getting fucked doggie-style on the hard kitchen floor that was making Justine's juicy clit get hotter and hotter. She trembled and moaned, her big tits shaking beneath her, throwing herself back against her father's powerful torso to take his cock as deeply into her hot, hungry pussy as she could get it.

  "Fuckin' cunt!" Zachery hissed, his hands on his daughter's warm, smooth asscheeks as he fucked his big cock to the hilt in her pussy. "Cheatin' on a goddamn test! You oughta know better!"

 
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