Free All in the Family by Taft Sowder Page B

We’re in here. We broke in!” Bobby turned to leave.
    “I’ll tell that it was all you, all your idea,” the boy said, that same sly smile curling his lips, revealing yellowed and plaque covered teeth. Bobby tuned back, the boy’s smile grew, stretching his cheeks. The acne scars and bumps stretched as well, the whole look of him strangely equivalent to a disfigured clown. One of those ugly clowns on the cover of a B-rated horror movie.
    They had ascended the stairs quietly enough. Not a single squeak gave them away. Up the hallway to the right, behind one of the closed doors, they could hear some commotion.
    Someone or something was in the house.
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    Jessica bobbed her head for what seemed to her at least an hour, but she knew it could have been no longer than fifteen minutes. He gripped her hair tight in his fists. He almost worked her head himself. She really wasn’t doing much work, she thought. It was getting old already. She had sucked off more than a few guys around the school and even offered a strip show for the principal. The principal had declined the show initially, but Jessica kept the offer open. Jessica knew that Victoria Walsh, the principal, was into young girls, and it was truly no secret around town that she was quite the lesbian. She frequented one of the strip clubs just outside the city limits.
    This was getting boring. He would blow his load, she would swallow and then he would thank her and offer her money and food and pretty much anything that her heart desired, but that was it, he could not offer her love, he could not be more than a naughty teacher, a dirty old man. Jessica longed for real love. She knew it was not meant to be, not with him, maybe not with any man. God, will I just spend the rest of my life sucking guys off and never get to love them properly? She thought as she worked?
    She felt him start to get rigid. He was extra hard in her mouth. She knew he was close. That’s when she started using her tongue, rolling it around and around.
    He grunted as he gripped her head hard. He pushed hard as he pulled her head closer. He slid down her throat. That was where he spent the next few seconds of ecstasy.
    Only minutes had passed now, but his breathing grew shallow, and she had finally had enough soda to wash his taste away.
    “Anything you want,” he said, though he still almost panted, “it’s yours, just name it; money, jewelry ... anything.”
    She thought a moment, why can’t I have it all? “How ‘bout a passing grade?”
    “You got it,” he said, staring at that ceiling.
    “I want money and jewelry, too. Also, special treatment in class. I don’t want to answer questions or come to the front to do work.”
    “It’s all yours.”
    She smiled. “By the way, I really like your car.”
    He sat, quietly contemplating her request.
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    They opened the other doors and this last door; this had to be the door that the movement was coming from. There was none left. Behind the other doors, Mister Acne had found plenty to fill his pockets with. He had found rings, chains, at least two more watches and even a wad of cash that was just lying out.
    Bobby put his ear to the door. There were muffled sounds coming from inside. He couldn’t make them out, but something was moving and working hard. The boy took his turn next. A wide grin came across his face. He eased the door open, quietly, silently. The hallway was dark, and when the door opened, the flood of a black-light flooded the hall. They looked at each other in its glow and each smiled. Bobby’s teeth glowed green under the light, along with the whites of his eyes; they both looked very tan, and little white specks of dust and lint poke-a-dotted their faces and glowed brightly.
    That’s when they heard it; Bobby heard it for the first time. Grunting and panting came from inside the room. They boy’s toothy grin widened, and he reached down to dig at himself, ready to see x-rated action.
    Chapter Seven
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