All characters in this story are over 18. There are some themes of incest and aggressive sexual behavior which is purely fictional and would be unethical in the real world. Please don't read this if you would find that work offensive.
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Susan was just finishing up her math class at the end of the day. She had just turned 18, a senior in high school looking forward to the end of her senior year and college. She was at the point where soon she'd have to start applying.
She was an average student, not the brightest tool in the shed but she worked at it and had managed to maintain a B average in her classes.
Susan was also a beautiful girl. She had toned, muscled and tanned legs, a muscular ass that looked hard and stuck out in just the right way. She always wore jeans that clung to her thick, muscled thighs in just the right way, like her full flesh was trying to burst out, skintight and snug. If you saw her, you'd think she was one of those rare girls who had absolutely perfect legs, hips, and ass that was amazing. To that end, she often had her ass smacked, her classmates boring their eyes into it when her back was turned, and at dances she was always a bit annoyed that guys would try to grab her ass and squeeze. That always ended the dance quick.
If that weren't enough, her flat stomach led up to a set of very large breasts. We're talking Eva Notty breasts here. Anime schoolgirl-type breasts. They'd started developing early and they'd just kept growing until they were large and pert, very firm so they stood up even when naked in front of the mirror.
And she wore tight shirts.
Partly it wasn't her fault - her breasts would bust out of almost any shirt she bought. She didn't have much choice - she'd put something on and her tits would thrust out, straining the fabric and making guys drool. It'd been a long time since she'd spoken to anyone of the opposite sex and maintained eye contact.
Today she was wearing her favorite tight, black jeans and a short-sleeved, button-down, red / brown / blue checkered shirt. The buttons strained.
In the class, she always had guys sitting next to her and behind her, either stealing glances or outright staring. What she didn't realize was that they were often snapping photos of her from the side, or whenever she yawned and stuck her fucking breasts out even more for the world to see.
She was often tired at school, staying up late to study for her average grades. Her dad was so sweet to always make her coffee in the morning on her way out, which was strong and helped her through her morning classes.
What she didn't realize was that her father wasn't immune to her body either. She was his daughter, but he'd grown to dissociate her being his child from the piece of meat that was her body. At dinner he'd often stare straight at her breasts, his eyes boring into them in a way that made her uncomfortable and more than once sprouting an erection. When she got up to do the dishes, though supposedly it was so he could work, she found it odd that he'd stay in the room behind her. She wouldn't look back, it was so strange.
He would do that because it was one of the rare chances he had to stare at her ass full-bore, and her legs, and the spot where her inner thighs met at the top.
He imagined her being force-fucked from behind, her deep-throating cocks, swallowing cum down her throat, and he'd rub his own cock through his pants.
When he gave her a hug to sleep every night, he'd squeeze her tight and tell her how much he cared for her as her large breasts would press into his chest full-on and his hand kept seeming to drift down the small of her back, pressing her lower body into his pelvis where she could often feel something hard digging into her.
More often than not he'd accidently miss when pecking her on the cheek and accidentally get her lips.
She was a bit creeped out by this, but she also didn't know any better.
So every morning he'd take a cup and stare at a picture of his daughter, drooling over her tits until he came hard and shot loads of lust into the cup. Then he'd pour the coffee in and make it "just how she liked it", always enjoying watching her drink it down in the morning.
Then while she was on her way to school in the bus, literally swallowing his cum, he'd go to her room, pull our her bra or one of her tight sets of jeans, and masturbate until he came with another thick load right where her crotch would be. He'd rub it into the fabric and then put it back.
She was wearing one of those jeans right now. Drinking his cum without knowing it, sitting on the bus with her legs crossed showing off her thighs to all around her, wearing a too-tight button-down shirt that showed her massive breasts in profile, bouncing slightly as they went along. She had no idea how hard she made her father's dick, and how much of an object her body had become to him.
As she rode along, as usual she found herself sandwiched hard between two boys who'd insisted on cramming into the seat for two on either side of her. This seemed to happen almost every day and they always seemed to push in really hard next to her, with their legs out so they had physical contact all along the length of her thighs and knees. Whenever the bus jostled, they often seemed to somehow brush up against her breasts from the side.
Occasionally she fell asleep despite the coffee, and they'd take their phones out and take pictures of her that they'd masturbate to later.
Sometimes they'd masturbate in their pants, not being able to stand it. Today, one of them was wearing shorts, and had "gallantly" offered to hold her coffee so she could sleep. But as he came, brushing up against her breasts from the side, he shot his streams of cum right into the cup for her to drink later. Then he took some more and wiped it all around the lid where she'd put her lips, staring hard at her crotch while he did so.
Back to class - today she was finishing up. The professor increasingly during the lesson kept making eye contact with her breasts and looking her up and down inappropriately and obviously, then looking right into her eyes so she'd know he was lusting after her hard.
He even called her up to the board at one point, and out of the corner of her eye she could tell he was staring hard at her behind and her perfect thighs busting out of her jeans. The other guys in the class didn't even notice, because they were using the chance to stare hard at her too while her back was turned.
They were going to get their tests back today, and she was surprised when he asked her to stay after class. When she got her test, she was shocked to see that she'd gotten an F! How could this happen? She'd studied so hard, and she knew she'd gotten some of the problems right. But as she flipped through the test, she saw that some of her correct answers, in pencil, seemed to have been erased and replaced with the wrong ones. How could this happen...
