Hi Daddy

Kathy’s eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clamped tight together as she took the phone in her trembling hand as Ian nailed her in the asshole. Even though she could hear the chimes of the cell calling her parent’s house, a high-pitched sound escaped from between her lips, sliding out of her like the whine of a boiling kettle. Immediately, Kathy could hold it in no longer, and screamed out:

‘Oh my Goooooooood! Fuck my slutty schoolgirl asshole with your huge fucking monstercooooooooock!’

It did the job of releasing a degree of Kathy’s tension. At the exact moment she had finished the filthy exclamation, the phonecall was answered. Kathy was suddenly aware of her own noises, the guttural breathing, the deep moans, the stream of profanities she had been emitting, and fought to regulate herself.

‘Hello?’ It was her father’s voice.

‘Hi Daddy!’ Kathy said brightly, turned up the megawatt, little-girl charm of her voice, hoping that it the bright-and-breezy over-familiar style might camouflage a multitude of other sins occurring at the moment. All at once she was excited, nervous, and amazingly turned on at the thought of being on the phone to her dad while a man – her teacher, no less – laid a fifteen-inch pipe of glorious, throbbing cockmeat all the way up her rectum.

‘Kathy,’ said her Dad, evidently roused from sleep, ‘I didn’t expect to hear from you. And certainly not at this time. It’s the morning here you know, quite early.’

‘I’m sorry Daddy, I forgot.’

‘That’s alright, sweetheart. It’s still lovely to hear from you. How are things?’

‘Things are great!’ said Kathy, turning her head and smiling brightly as Ian, winking and then giving him a thumbs up sign. ‘I’m settling in really well. Everyone is so nice here… soooooooo friendly, sooooooooooo considerate… sooooooooo biiiiiiiig…’

‘So… big, did you say?’

Kathy’s eyes widened in alarm. Only her second sentence and she had got carried away already!

‘Uh, I mean, so big on… manners, Daddy.’

‘Ah well,’ said her Dad, ‘it is England, you see. That will do you good.’

‘Oh yes Daddy. They’re huuuuuge… on doing things exactly how they should be done. Massive in fact.’ Again after this statement Kathy cocked an eye over her shoulder, watching how Ian had spread her asscheeks and was driving his monstercock into her widely expanded cinammon ring.

‘Have you made any friends?’

‘Oh yes,’ said Kathy, ‘I have a roommate called Sonya, she’s… very nice.’

‘What’s she like.’

‘She’s amazingly reserved, totally calm, completely shy, but, you know, fun to hang out with.’

‘Sounds perfect. That will be grounding for you.’

‘Oh yes,’ said Kathy, suddenly having to take a second to catch her breath as Ian withdrew his massive cock from her elastic sphincter, and then started spanking her buttocks with the massive, hard tool, ‘yes… yes… yes… yeeeeeeeeesssssss…’

‘Kathy?’

‘Sorry Daddy,’ Kathy said, correcting herself, ‘I lost my train of thought. I was just agreeing. All the English are really reserved.’

At this point precum was drizzling from Ian’s drooling cockend and little spurts of clear, sticky fluid were being fired scattergun across her back and into her lustrous brown hair.

'How's the food over there? The general understanding is that English food isn't so hot...'

'Say what you like about food, daddy, but the English realy respect their meat. Everything I've had so far has been so plump and thick and juicy...mmmm...'

‘How about your teachers?’ Kathy’s dad asked her. Have you met any yet?’

‘Just one,’ said Kathy, as the teacher she was referring to caught her arm and pulled her upwards so that he was standing over her, she on her knees in front of him, ‘Mr White.’

After she had said his name, Ian plunged his dripping monstercock, straight from her asshole, into Kathy’s mouth. The big-boobed brunette accepted the intrusion of thick meat with relish, by now hardly paying any mind to the slick sound of the bulbous fuckstaff penetrating her willing maw, or the repeated sound of guttural suction as the glossy cockend plugged her oesophagus.

‘Is he ok?’ her father asked, ‘is her strict?’

‘Very strict,’ Kathy agreed, through breathy gags.

‘Well, that too might be good for you,’ her father ventured.

‘Oh yes!’ Kathy agreed again, this time getting her free hand on the base of Ian’s shaft and directing the pulsing meat cannon towards her face, impaling herself on it with every other word, ‘Ive – been – a – bad – girl – and – I – deserve – to – be – punished!’

Ian withdrew his dick from Kathy's drooling maw and began to smack her in the face with the slick shaft at her injunction, making her eyes roll into the top of her head.

The loud spanking sounds of the wet log of muscular meat slapping the teenagesuperslut in the face were very loud.

By this time a thin rope of drool was hanging from her chin and lower lip. The schoolgirl slut gathered it up with a free hand and coiled it around the massive veiny staff that prodded in her face. The she jacked the glistening cock in a firm grip, adding a slick note of percussion to the conversation.

‘Don’t be too hard on yourself, Kathy,’ said her Dad.

‘I won’t be daddy,’ said Kathy, spitting the rest of a thick wad of saliva onto Ian’s dick as she jerked it. Once more, she winked at her teacher. She was enjoying this.