Big tit teen tricks Dad into fucking her.
PLEASE NOTE: All sexual participants in this story are over 18. Thanks.
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The two maintenance men wheeled the large, oddly shaped package down the hallway of Mrs Strictland’s Girls’ College, their trolley squeaking under the weight. One of the men was robust, in his fifties, with a taciturn demeanor. The other was tall and lanky, much younger than his colleague, his face set in a perpetual sneer.
“Sergio, man,” The younger man, Mark, complained. “What the hell is this thing? Huh?”
Sergio shrugged. He didn’t know why Mark was complaining, he was just keeping the trolley on track. Sergio was taking all the weight of supporting the odd package.
The package was as tall as him, about eight inches thick and about four feet wide. Just the right dimensions to be difficult. It was also quite heavy, his experienced hands fancied it held some sort of wooden object. If his imagination wasn’t running away with him (and Sergio didn’t have much imagination), he thought he could make out a rough shape under the wrapping, as though the rectangular shape held another shape inside it. It looked like a big crucifix.
“Damn, y’know, this thing is heavy shit, Serge.” Mark grumbled, expressing a sentiment he had already voiced several times. Sergio didn’t answer. What could he say?
They came to a corner of the hall and carefully edged the trolley around it. Sergio watched his end, making sure the corners missed the walls. It was really good that we did this during class time, he thought, when the hallways were empty.
“Serge, y’know what, man?”
The older man just looked at him.
“Damn, man, good thing the girls are in class, hey? Imagine ’em all in the way of this thing, huh? Damn.”
Too late Sergio saw that Mark wasn’t watching what he was doing. There was a fire extinguisher on a metal bracket on this wall. As he watched, expressionlessly horrified, the young man shoved the package into the extinguisher’s steel handle.
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The wrapping tore away in a large curl all down the side of the package. A few pieces of puffy packaging material fell out onto the ground.
“Fuck it!” Mark swore. “Fucking shit ass damn!”
“Wait.” Sergio frowned. He heaved the thing upright, leaning it against the wall. He could see straight away there was no way to seal it back up. They would have to explain it to the priest. He glanced venomously at his colleague.
“I guess we gotta tell him, huh?” Mark grumbled. Sergio nodded.
“Fucking balls motherfucker.” The younger man muttered.
Sergio shrugged and had a go at pressing the torn bit of wrapping back in place. Instead it came right off, leaving a big gap. He shrugged again.
“What the shit is this thing?” Mark asked, looking closer. The tear had exposed what looked like a dark wooden beam. Sergio frowned as Mark eased the paper further aside.
“Damn, it’s a cross,” Mark said. “A big wooden cross. What’s he need that for?”
Sergio just glared angrily.
“An’ look, it’s got straps on it. What the hell is this for? You think he’s gonna get up on this thing?”
The older man made a noise of annoyance. Mark looked around at the thunderous expression.
“Yeah, well,” He said. “I, uh, guess we oughta get this to him.”
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“Hmm, yes,” Father Lucas Bland said. “Of course I won’t tell anyone. This is exactly like confession, my child. You mustn’t tell anyone either”
“Thank you Father.” The girl said happily.
A sudden knock at the door of his office startled him.
“I’m with a student!” He called out. “I can’t be interrupted right now.”
“Sorry, Father,” Came a familiar voice – Sergio, the maintenance man. “I’ve got a delivery for you.”
“Please just leave it there, Sergio!”
“It’s a big package, Father. Very heavy.”
“That’s okay, I can’t be interrupted now, I’m sorry!”
“And the packaging tore a bit, Father, I’m sorry.”
“No matter, Sergio, I forgive you!”
“Okay, Father.” The gruff voice answered. There was a solid thump from the hallway, as though a heavy object had been put down, then voices receding.
“Very well, Madison,” Lucas said. “You may continue.”
“Yes, Father,” The beautiful teenager smiled at him. She was a lovely creature, long red hair in two ponytails, creamy fair skin, striking green eyes. Her lips were a beautiful shade of pink. Her school uniform blouse was stretched around an amazing set of tits, they would have looked more at home on a porn star. When she had come in he had admired her wonderful hourglass figure. “Um, well, it’s just that you said in your sermon, about how if we were worried about our fathers, you know.”
“Yes,” He said. “I am very interested in that.”
“Yeah, um, I am worried about my Daddy.”
“And you said you were eighteen, didn’t you?” He asked.
“Yes, Father.”
“Excellent. So what is worrying you, my child?”
“Well, we don’t spend much time together,” She started. “Daddy’s always doing things with his friends. I feel… I feel like he doesn’t want to see me.”
Her lip trembled.
“Now, now, don’t cry, my dear. I’m sure I can help you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, of course,” He said warmly. “I’ve helped some other girls with very similar problems, and they are much happier now.”
The gorgeous teen seemed to pull herself together. “Oh, thank you, Father.”
“Now tell me, Madison,” Lucas started, staring at her giant rack over steepled fingers. “When did you last do something with your father?”
“Oh, not for a long time,” She sniffed. “We went to a movie. But he didn’t like it, he fell asleep.”
“Okay. Did you choose the movie?”
“Yes. I guess it was a bit girly.” She admitted.
“I think I see the problem, Madison. You need to find things that your father enjoys.”
“Oh. But he only likes hanging out with his friends and playing cards.” She pouted cutely.