Parents, Teachers, and Coaches Part Three: The Daughter.

I hated it when Jack, my father, tried to pretend he cared about us. Even now, he was pretending to be a good father to Liam, his son, my younger brother.

“Good grades mean good colleges,” I stared out the window as I answered his stupid question.

He turned to look at me with those eyes, the eyes that said, ‘How dare you talk to me like that!’

“Unless you want Liam playing for some no-name college that scouts don’t go to! Duh!” I stared defiantly back at him.

Jack bore a hole through me, but I didn’t care. I was twenty-two, and I didn’t live in his house anymore. He didn’t pay me any money or provide anything for me, so fuck him! I was my own woman now, going to college and paying my bills alone. I didn’t need him!

He turned back around and continued driving. ‘Fucking asshole,’ I thought as Liam and I smiled at each other.

Liam was acting up because he was turning seventeen and rebelling against Jack. Also, he was a jock; what did they expect? Liam was a good son and brother; he helped our mom around the house but was bored with school, just like many teens.

Jack was hardly ever around when we were growing up. He said it was because he was providing a house, food, and everything else, but Mom worked a full-time job. She still had time to put food on the table and come to my cheerleading and Liam’s football games. What was his excuse? That he had to be away, that’s it.

As the vehicle stopped in the school parking lot, I opened my door and got out.

“Thanks, Jack,” I said, barely looking back.

I sped toward the school. I had heard one of my bullies was now working for the school as a janitor. I wanted to see it for myself.

Josh Martin picked on me since before I came to high school. I heard he tried to go to college but didn’t have the grades. Then he worked at the supermarket, but he lost his job because he was always making customers feel uncomfortable, probably staring at them like he did with the English teacher.

I got changed into my cheerleader outfit.

“Still fits,” I smiled as I looked in the mirror.

I was lying. My tits barely fit in the top and were threatening to tear the fabric at the seams.

In high school, I was flat as a board, one of the many reasons Josh and his friends would pick on me. I also had to wear braces to straighten my teeth. But I was a good cheerleader, not that Josh or his girlfriend Becky would ever let me have. They came to the games to make fun of me.

I heard she had two kids with Josh, and they were living in the same trailer park Josh had lived in as a teen.

I tied my blonde hair in a ponytail and left the girl’s bathroom. I pulled a baseball cap over my face. I didn’t want everyone to know the slutty looking cheerleader was Liam’s sister. He had enough grief.

It didn’t take me long to see Josh cleaning one of the empty classes. “This classroom is not being used, one of the teachers in the hall…”

Josh stopped as I took off the cap and stood before him.

“Flat as a pancake, huh?” I said, as his eyes found my tits.

I was nowhere as big as my mom; hell, no one could naturally, anyway. Mom was a freak of nature. But mine were huge for most women and right now if I pushed them forward, I could probably tear this blue, white and gold top to shreds.

My skirt barely covered my ass, and as I bent over, it rode even higher. I used to wear a skort underneath, but today, I wore my usual G-string.

“Teresa?” Josh said, dropping the mop onto the floor.

“Wow, you do know my name?” I smiled. “You used to call me so many names I can’t even pick just one.”

“We were kids,” Josh strolled as he picked up the mop. “Is that what you came back here for?”

He started mopping again. “Sorry,” he didn’t even look at me. “Now, like I said, this room isn’t being used.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“I bullied many kids.” Josh held the mop still. “Many of them come back here expecting me to be sorry and give them some closure to what I did to them and see if I feel bad about it.” he stared at me. “I was going through a lot at home and took it out on many others. I am not going to apologize for it, plus I have my own shit I have got to deal with right now. So, yes, I am sorry I made fun of you. I hope you can move on through it, but you’re a big girl now, so do what you have to.”

He stared at me with those same eyes he had back then.

“Fuck you!” I yelled and turned away.

“What ever gets you through the day,” Josh rebutted.

I started crying and headed back to the girl’s locker room. “Teresa Roberts!” a man yelled as I walked past him.

“It can’t be,” I smiled, wiping my eyes. “David Pierce?”

I knew that tall, dark-skinned man’s face.

He was on the basketball team. I was a junior when he was a senior. I had a massive crush on him.

“Damn!” David said, as he took my hand and turned me around. “You filled out nicely!”

“Late puberty,” I grinned.

He stopped and stared at my ass. “Especially in the back!” he said.

David was staring at my ass. He even lifted my skirt. “Got damn, now that’s a peach!”

“You like?” I smiled, staring at him.

“Hell yeah!” David looked around.

I had to nearly run as he held my hand and led me towards the staircase.

I didn’t have to ask where we were going.

We descended the stairs quickly. When we went to this school, there was an old drama room at the bottom of the stairs. It was used for storage, but students used to go there often to get away from class and do things they weren’t supposed to. It was the place I used to go to smoke with my friends.

David opened the door, and we went inside.

“Holy fuck!” I said as David pushed me against an old dusty piano. He lifted my skirt and pulled the string away.

His tongue was deep inside me. I gripped the sides of the piano as he ate me, just as I had seen in porn videos.

I had a boyfriend at my college, Winston, a half-white, half-Hispanic, and he never did this, well he tried but never like this. Winston always wanted me to suck his cock, but he wouldn’t want to go down on me, and when he did, it was like thirty seconds, and he was done.

David was trying to eat my insides. His tongue and fingers made me want to scream so the whole school could hear me. My nails were digging into the wood of the piano.

“Stop!” I yelled as I tried to catch my breath.

I never had multiples before, and I lost count of how many times I had creamed myself.

“My turn!” I turned and dropped to my knees.

“Damn, you can drop it like that?” David said.

“There are many things I can do,” I teased.

I pulled on his tanned pants and was nearly slapped in the face with his giant cock. “Fuck!” I said.

I had seen a few cocks since going to college and dancing at the nightclub, but this was a ‘two-hander,’ as my friends would call the big ones.

“Open wide,” David said as he pushed his cock into my mouth.

I was used to sucking a cock, well, Winston’s cock, but this was much different.

David fucked my throat, not my mouth, my throat. I could feel it going down my throat with ease.

“Now, I want this,” David lifted me and slammed me onto a table.

He spread my legs wide and pushed his cock into me. “I knew you had that good good,” he said as he started to fuck me.

This was the first time I had sex without protection. Winston begged me many times not to use a condom, but I didn’t want to get pregnant, not yet.

David was fucking me raw. I didn’t even try to stop him. My legs were spread apart, and he was fucking me like I was a sex doll.

“Damn, Teresa,” David said as he pulled my tits out of the top. “Huge tits, a nice peach and a good pussy! I might have to put a ring on you!”

“You might have to,” I breathed as David fucked me hard.

“Don’t tempt a brother,” David smiled as he bent over and kissed me.

His cock slammed into me hard.

‘No,’ I shook my head as I felt it. ‘Tell him to pull out!’ the voice in my head said.

I wanted to, but then I felt it. David slammed his hips forward and came inside me.

“Just marking what is mine,” David smiled after he emptied his balls inside me.

“We will see,” I smiled.

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“Where have you been?” Liam asked as I got in the vehicle.

I got changed and was glad I brought jeans with me. David’s cum was leaking out of me quickly.

“Where’s Jack and Mom?” I asked.

“Mom gave me the keys and, well, who knows where Jack is,” Liam said.

I saw them coming towards us.

“Good to go?” Mom asked.

I smiled as I saw the look on Mom’s face. She had the look like I did when I looked in the mirror after David had fucked me.

Jack was mad at something as we pulled away. I looked at my phone.

‘We got to meet again soon.’ it was a text from David.

‘How’s tomorrow night?’ I replied.

‘Let me know where,’ David responded.

I sent the address to the nightclub where I worked. Then I texted Winston. I hated to break up with him by text, but I didn’t want to talk to him either.

He responded with ‘k,’ and that was it. I shrugged.

Liam was getting the fourth degree from Jack, but he wasn’t paying attention. I smiled at Mom, who looked back at me. We both winked at each other.

I guess I was just like my mother.