'Mariel', his voice surprised me, it was him, 'Fuck! Shit!' I shivered as he approached me and put his hand on the small of my back, and stroked and m...ved it around, in a friendly manner, a girl of f******n and a man in his late forties, some might say 'Inappropriately', but we were alone in the long corridor.I could feel his hand move dexterity between my shoulder blades, he was feeling for the harness some call a brassiere, instead he felt nothing, just nakedness between my blades, and his. I felt his huge cock slip into my tight hole, his hand sliding down to my ass to make it easier to get all the way inside me. He kissed me slowly, using his tongue to tease my mouth. He slowly started to slide in and out of me, stretching my teenage cunt as wide as he could. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, begging him to fuck me harder. “Yes Marco, fuck me like a little whore. I want to be your slut all day long.” He seemed to enjoy me talking like that to him as. Bret was a strange guy, and they had a strange relationship. Well, ‘strange guy’ was an oxymoron. Still, even for a guy, Bret was strange. And the relationship was even stranger. Bret paid all the rent, provided the transportation, paid the bills -- he’d offered to pay her bill in the bookstore before she explained that Dad paid it, and he’d already known that she was mad at Mom and Dad. If she did more of the housework, she’d made the assignments. Mom and Dad would say that Bret got sex for. "Don't rubit in."The silence that dawned on the conversation may well have lingered untilthe bell for next period rang, if it weren't for an interruption from atall, attractive brunette girl who sauntered up beside me. "You'reHiromi, right?"Faye quirked a delicate eyebrow at the namesake I'd chosen, but knew tokeep her mouth shut. For a moment I wondered if this was the girlfriendof my gym-class-romance looking for some payback. If that was the case,"no" would be the most pertinent, if useless.