Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. SCHOOL GAMES by Hillbilly Chapter 5 (mF, Mdom, mm, TG, Humil) *********************************************************** WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Hillbilly. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive site. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Please! Send me your comments! Email to hillbillywriter2@yahoo.com *********************************************************** The rest are coming... I'm not sure when and I'm not sure what! My daughter Leah was having a pool party and I was standing behind the island in the kitchen, looking out the sliding door, past the patio to the pool. There were about a dozen kids - some I recognized but quite a few I didn't know at all. I did recognize the one I thought of as her boyfriend - a big, black, muscled senior named Trayvon who quarterbacked the high school football team, and his sidekick - a white boy, a running back, who flashed a handsome smile quite often. I thought of the black kid - Trayvon - as Leah's boyfriend, because I saw his hand on her ass more than I saw it on any other girl's. And I saw his hand on her ass more than any other boy's. In the past year, with my husband working off in an oil field somewhere, in her junior year, Leah had changed so much... I tried weakly to counsel her and channel her into straight-up activities like academic and church clubs, and sports, but I knew those really were weak tries. She had taken to wearing short shorts and skirts , and her thongs were just straps of cloth. I couldn't imagine why the school let the kids go dressed as they were. In the pool they were romping and laughing and Leah was wearing a bikini that showed off the cheeks of her ass. I counted four girls - two of them smoking - and seven boys. And then there was another... boy... I guess. Anyway he didn't wear a top, and he didn't have boobs really - although his chest was pronounced for a boy, and he had blond hair in a girlish cut, and a swimsuit bottom that looked like a speedo brief or even a bikini bottom. He looked familiar. I knew I was failing Leah. And I worried about my other daughter, Sam - the fifteen year old. She was my sweet girl, but what was she learning from Leah? I fretted about whether I ought to go out to the pool and end the party... was that a cigarette really those girls were passing, or was it a joint? I needed my husband Jim. I'd always relied on Jim; in fact you would say I existed to serve Jim, and now he was gone for weeks at a time. And when he returned - well, he didn't seem the same, anyway toward the girls. He just shrugged about them and said they would do what they wanted, and that I should do what he - what my husband Jim - wanted. I always had. But it wasn't right, was it? To suspect our daughter was sleeping around with half the football team, and not stop it? Trayvon walked across the patio, opened the patio, smiled at me, and told me he needed to use the restroom. I pointed him to the left and I smiled back, because that was the polite thing to do and I was polite. When I turned back toward the pool, another one was coming over - the boy in the little swim bottom. I stared - I did know him! "Hi - Ted?" I said, squinting a little as he walked through the door. "Hi Mrs. Taylor," he said, smiling just a little. "It's nice to see you again." His voice sounded different. And my God - what a change! He had been Leah's boyfriend a couple years ago as a freshman - shy boy, thin, not athletic really but sweet looking. And now - well, those really did look like little boobs and the start of girlish nipples. My God. I tried to think of something more to say to this boy - something you could say to a boy who looked like he was becoming a girl - when it happened. A pair of strong arms reached around me from behind, crushed my arms against my body, and lifted me. I gasped and flailed. The arms were black - it had to be Trayvon, coming back from the bathroom. I wanted to scream. But the kids outside - what would they think? How embarrassing to deal with my daughter's friend molesting me in front of a bunch of other teenagers! "Put me down, Trayvon!" I hissed. I tried to kick backward at him. He laughed and held on. I squirmed my arms but he still held them tight, and he pulled me back away from the island so I couldn't leverage my legs against it. I looked at Ted pleadingly - he looked back into my eyes and didn't speak, didn't frown, just stepped back out of the way and stood with his arms at his sides. I looked outside; nobody was looking and I wasn't sure they could see into the darker house from the sunny pool area. I fought for a couple of minutes but then I was tired. I sobbed and sagged and Trayvon laughed. He walked me forward toward the island. He took his left arm from me but still held me tight with the other, bracing my body between his own and the granite surface. "Shhhh," said Trayvon. "That's a good girl." "Let me go," I said between sobs. "Come on Trayvon, the game's over. I'm Leah's mother - I'm not a girl." "Sure you are Jenny," said Trayvon. "You're a beautiful girl and I love that little outfit." Damn. I shouldn't have worn my swimsuit - my bikini. It wasn't tiny like Leah's but it didn't cover that much even with the little cover-up I wore with it. But my God - he had no business holding me like he was. I tried again, pushing away with my feet while I twisted my upper body. Trayvon laughed again and put his left arm on my shoulder - against my neck. "It's OK baby," said Trayvon. "This is going to happen. There's nothing you can do, so don't worry about it. It's not your fault." "Nothing is going to happen!" I said, trying to be calm. "I'm not Jenny - I'm Jennifer - Mrs. Malloy. I don't want this, Trayvon. I'm saying no. Ted is right here! You can't do this in front of him." Trayvon's arm was so strong around me. And then his mouth was against my neck, sucking at me and licking. "Teddy's OK," said Trayvon between his kisses. "He's watching. He's learning how to behave." "This is no way to behave at all," I said, angrily - or maybe by now I was more sad than angry. "You can't teach him to rape a woman, Trayvon." Trayvon laughed. "You know better Jenny," he said. "He's not learning how to be the man, baby." He took my left arm away and held me out from his body, and slapped my ass. I jumped and squealed. "He's learning how to take it from a man - like you." I looked out again - looked for Leah. She was in the pool, on the far side, arms on the edge, taking a drag on the cigarette. No - she was taking a toke and I might as well know it. Then she passed it on. "Don't do this Trayvon," I begged. "Don't rape me with my daughter right outside." Trayvon pushed me back against the island again and let his right arm slide up, over my breasts, while his left hand gripped my ass. Like he gripped Leah's ass. "The rape is over baby," said Trayvon. "You're not going to fight me any more. You're going to let me do what I want." He brought his right hand up to my face and turned me to look behind, into his eyes. And he forced his fingers between my jaws to open my mouth, bent down, and kissed me with his tongue in my mouth. "If you don't want Leah to see," said Trayvon, "you know what you need to do - don't you?" He held my jaws again and pulled my head up, then down - he made me nod. "Tell me what you need to do to keep Leah from seeing." I sniffled. This was insane. But what could I do? I wasn't equipped to fight a man. I hadn't fought when I was Leah's age, or even when I was Sam's age. I was pregnant with Leah at 15. I didn't fight when my boss went for me, or when a guy in a bar wanted to get fresh. I just avoided them when I could. How does a woman fight a man? He spanked me - hard - on my left ass cheek. I squealed - but quietly. "Better tell me," said Trayvon. "Otherwise - I'll keep it up and then she'll hear, won't she? What do you need to do, baby?" "Keep quiet," I said. "And what else?" said Trayvon. I hung my head. "Let you do what you want." "Too bad," said Trayvon. "I'd have liked it if you needed to be convinced." He ran his hands down my arms and then over the outside of my thighs. And then he reached down with both arms inside my legs, and pulled them apart as he ran his hands back up - he forced me to move my feet a little apart as he pulled apart my thighs. He spent the next couple of minutes playing outside my bikini, teasing me. He knew his way around a wooman's body. He would know Leah's body too. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I let them fall outside his. I looked at Ted - Teddy? He was running his own hands over his own thighs, mimicking what Trayvon did to me. Trayvon told me, "I should report you - molesting a boy like you are. You should go to jail." His hands were on my tits now - under the cover-up but over my bikini top. He pinched my nipples hard through the bikini. "Tell me how this is going to go, Jenny." "What?" He twisted my left nipple and I cried out; then he put his right hand around his throat. He squeezed - not hard but enough. My God - this was a young boy. But he knew things - he knew how to treat a woman hard and put her in her place. "Tell me what's going to happen." "I - I don't know. How should I know?" I sobbed, expectiing another twist of my nipple. "You know, Jenny. Look at Teddy. Tell him what's going to happen to you." Teddy had a hand inside his swim trunks now. He had his cock in his hand - I could see it. He looked at me and smiled. "He's going to fuck me," I told Teddy. "Isn't he?" Teddy nodded. "That's the first thing," Teddy said. Trayvon laughed again. "Get us ready, bitch," said Trayvon. Immediately Teddy moved to us - undulating his hips - sinking to his knees beside us. He reached around me and pulled my bottoms down. He pulled up one foot and then the other - getting my pussy naked. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them on me - then inside my pussy. Then he moved around behind me and I couldn't see, but I felt him tugging at Trayvon's trunks. In a little bit I felt his hair against the back of my thighs - he had reached his head in between us. "Yeah," said Trayvon. "Suck it a little." Jesus - who was this man-child devil? Then I felt Trayvon pushing, thrusting... and Teddy stood up out of the way. I felt his cock stabbiing at me. "You're gonna love my dick baby," said Trayvon. "Like little Leah loves my dick. You gonna cum and cum on my dick. But right now I just got to get in you - cause I need you to know I'm boss. You understand baby? This first one is you giving in, you get it?" I got it. He pushed my shoulders down and I leaned onto the cold granite of the island. I felt him stab again with his cock. Yes - I understood. I was about to be fucked by the boy who was fucking my daughter. He pushed down on my back and I arched it for him. His cock found my hole and he stopped stabbing - he pushed, purposefully. I was wet from Teddy's spit but he was big, and it hurt some. But I sank my head down onto my arms and arched further and tried to open for him. "Sweet girl," said Trayvon. "Take it now." He pounded me - deep, hard, quick thrusts. "Don't ever ask me to use a condom baby. You take me raw. You understand? Me and my friends... we do you and our girls bare. Anybody else I say to fuck - you make them cover up." I moved my legs further apart and I took him as my fucker. "That's right," said Trayvon. "Open yourself for me. Let it feel good inside. You livin' in your pussy now baby. Tell me you're my bitch now." "Oh God," I moaned. "I am your bitch." "When I come to your door what you gonna do, my bitch?" I hesitated and his hand came down hard, hard on my right ass cheek. His hands went back to my throat. He squeezed it with both his hands - hard, hard. He was a hard boy - hard cock, hard hands, hard spank, hard choke. Then he let me breathe. "I'll - I'll let you in," I said. "Promise it," said Trayvon. "I promise it." "Any time... and any of my friends." "Y - yes." "What am I to you baby Jenny? What are you to us?" Still pounding me - so hard, so fast, bouncing my body. "I - I... whatever you want... uhhhh... I am," I said. He paused his fuck then. "Teddy," he said, "You can go on outside now. Get naked sissy boy, and tell them it's OK, she's fucked." I watched Teddy slide that little bottoms off his hips and his feet. His cock was small but very erect. "Hey... get the stuff," said Trayvon as he was sliding to the door. "She don't need it for now but I wanna let her know who she is now." He was going outside naked to where my daughter and the others were lounging. I watched him and Trayvon lazily thrust in and out again. "Yeah," said Trayvon. "She knows. She offered, mama. She told me I could have you." Teddy was talking with the others. He took a joint and sucked it and waved lazily back at us. One of the boys put his hand on the back of his thigh... and Teddy squatted a little to give him his ass. I saw Leah looking in toward us. "Here's what you are," said Trayvon. "You're my fucktoy. I do you when I want and where I want." He spanked me hard again. "Say it back." "I'm your fucktoy," I said. "You on the pill?" "Yes." "So is Leah. That's OK for now. Little Sammy - she on the pill, mama?" "No!" I said. "She's only 15. Leave her alone, won't you please?" "Mama mama," said Trayvon. "She's gonna take me, mama. You can't stop that, sugar. Don't try." Teddy was walking back, carrying something small in one hand and what looked like a little hose in the other. Leah and two other boys - one of them the running back, the other the one who had felt up Teddy - were with him. "Fuck that's gonna make me cum in a minute," moaned Trayvon. "I'm gonna knock one of you up at least mama - just not sure which yet." Then, "Here's what else you are, mama. You're the house mother, you got it? We need a place to play... and you gonna have your place open, right? Any time baby. Say it." "Oh God," I said. "Say it mama bitch," said Trayvon - as the door opened. "Any time," I cried. "Come any tiime." "What are you?" said Trayvoon. As he fucked me. With my daughter inside the kitchen near me. Tell them everything you are." "I'm your - fucktoy," I said. "I'm your bitch. And - I'm your house mother. You can come in any time." "Put your head down next to mama," said Trayvon. "Tell her you lover her, girl." Obediently, Leah - my beautiful brunette girl - laid her head beside mine on the island,and she stroked my head as Trayvon fucked me." "I love you mommy," said Leah. The running back laughed. Trayvon pulled out of me and moved behind Leah, who settled down obediently - like her mama. I started to rise but I looked at Trayvon and he shook his head as he pulled my baby's bottoms down. He looked me in my eyes as he fit his cock into her little pussy. "Give her the shit," said Trayvon to Teddy. "Thank you," said Leah as he fucked her. The running back reached inside his trunks and took his cock, and walked behind me. I stayed down as he entered me. I was truly fucked. Then Teddy was wrapping the tube around my arm, and I knew they were going to give me something - something hard, and nasty, and cruel. "No," I said. "Please no. Why? Why are you giving me that?" "I want to," said Trayvon. "I thought you might need that little mix to persuade you but you're a sweet thing aren't you? Still... I want you to know what I'll do to you if I want. And it's good for you... puts your mind in your pussy." "It's good mama," said Leah. "You'll float away." I watched Teddy stick the needle in me and push the plunger. As the sweet fog settled on me, the third boy was moving behind Teddy. Who stuck his ass out for him. "Uhhhh," said Teddy. "Slow... you know it hurts." Three bitches - lined up side by side in the kitchen. All fucked at the same time, by our men. My God.