The first time the teachers had caught him with his hands inside eight-year old Katie Anderson's little bear-print panties, they put it down to innoce...t childhood experimentation. Certainly Katie hadn't seemed too concerned about it. Julie Marshall however was a significantly different proposition. It was the distressed cries emanating from the deserted gymnasium that had caught the ear of the head janitor one Tuesday afternoon, some thirty minutes after school was out.Pushed face-downwards. My family was no poor family, in fact, we were wealthy, thanks to the work of my father as an genetical engineer and entrepreneur. Although I always saw me as a "normal" boy, mainly interested in sports and girls, receiving good grades, the work of my father was, in contrast, not so "normal" at all. But at that time, I didn't know. My Mother always fended off questions regarding, what my dad was exactly working on. She always used to answer my questions in a pattern of explaining, why I don't. He makes me beg for him. He wants me to beg to be filled with his cock. I do. I beg him, whimpering out as I finger myself deeper, wanting his cock inside me. When he is satisfied with me begging, he moves me slowly down onto his cock. The thickness of his head presses inside me, filling me so desperately slow. He sinks me down until his whole length is inside me. RJ’s hands stay on my hips and begin to grind up inside me, as he grinds me down onto him. My whole body is shaking; again it feels. I banged her furiously for about ten minutes, every stroke in and out was like wave of ecstacy all over my body and how I managed not to cum in that time was a miracle. I hammered her so hard and with such fury, it was almost like I was punishing her for putting me in this situation and in my mind I was calling her all sorts of bad names and thinking that this is what she deserved for making me do it. Now I was getting to the point where I could feel my balls starting to erupt and I had to.