Rice Queen

I decided to add a second chapter to Rice Queen (the first story I posted in this Journal, the one where little miss Kei-Kei fucks her exchange student) after post of my reviewers on AFF requested it. At first I was weary, and then I decided I might as well please my public, and then, finally, I couldn’t get the idea out of my mind for this. I’m thinking I’m going to continue it long-term, as a sort of novel type thing. I might even put actual work into it eventually.

As you will notice if I do manage to do such a thing the chapters will alternate in quality, one may be a work of art like my stories Necrophile or Reflection were while the next may be pure tripe like the song fics I wrote in the ‘good old day’ as a sugar high fanbrat. .-. Hopefully I will never again write any thing as GodAwful as my Gravitation ‘I feel Pretty’ song fic. Trust me, lovelies, we do not want that. -_-

Anyway, onward we must go.
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Silently I gazed over the breakfast table at Robert as he sat with his head lowered over his essay for Mr. E, due first period. “May I look over it for you, please?” I asked cheerfully, stretching out my arm, amused by how many colors I had managed to pile onto one limb.

“Sure.” He chirped with delight, passing the sheets of paper over to me. It was amazing how different he was with a hard-on compared to how he was any other moment of the day. It really made me wonder if perhaps he had some obscure form of Multiple Personality Disorder in which he look on a different personality as the blood slowly drained down from his brain to his cock. It was a much nicer thought than the logical reality, which was that he saw me simply as a fuck object during arousal.

Silently I scanned over the papers. Apparently Mr. E was no less off with his Senior students than he was with his Freshman ones, Roberts topic was to compare the actions of our current Canadian Prime Minister, Paul Martin, to those of any President of the past forty years. Unsurprisingly Robert had chosen to compare him to Clinton.

“This should be ‘Than’, with an a, not ‘then’ with an e.” I muttered, reached over for a pencil. He dropped it in my hand and I went about fixing his mild grammatical errors, dull work which I had always enjoyed for some twisted reason. “There ya go.” I cried, passing it over to him again.

“Thank you.” He smiled brilliantly and I let out a sigh of delight, mildly aroused by the thought that his come was still inside me and happier than any girl my age should be with the thought ‘I could be carrying his baby.’ Mentally I smacked myself from that one as my mind wandered back to the first night I had played with Robert

Not a week had passed since the new being had arrived in my home and already I had gotten off to the thought of him tormenting my lithe body to the brink of orgasm more times than should be legal. I slipped silently through the hall, wrapped in only a brilliantly red, silk bathrobe. Without a word I opened him door just enough to fit my body through and shut it behind me again.

Robert lay still in his bed, his eyes shut tight and his emo glasses sitting on his dresser, but from his uneasy, distorted breathing I could tell he was no where near sleep. I suppressed the urge to giggles and slipped down onto my knees, crawling to wards the edge of the bed and moving my face close to his, careful not to alert his of my presence. “Robert…” I whispered, standing up very slowly.

His eyes opened and he gazed silently at me, his eyes traveling slowly down my long bare legs and then up once more to rest on my barely covered breasts. “Mornin’?” He said blankly, confusion in his voice. “Feels like I just went to sleep…”

I smiled softly. “It’s far from morning,” I whispered, bending over slightly, the silken cloth of bath robe falling away from my chest. Robert’s eyes widened, as they remained trained on the beautiful mounds of flesh, a slight bulge appearing underneath the thin sheet that covered him. I giggled softly and straightened myself again, letting the robe fall from my shoulders and lay in a crumbled pile on the floor. “I just thought I had something you would like to see.” I whispered, lowering myself slowly onto his sofa and spreading my legs apart, sliding my fingers gently over my soft skin. My smile widened and I notice the bulge beneath that thin sheet grow larger.

Gently I rubbed my clit with two of my fingers, pinching my nipple roughly with my other hand, imagining how it would feel to have him grab me and throw me onto the floor roughly, fucking me senseless and filling me with his sweet, white poison.

“Oh my God...” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as the first orgasm of that night struck my body violently. I lowered my head and gazed weakly at Robert, my mouth dry and my head heavy. He sat staring at me, his face unable to my from my body, his hand wrapped tightly around his rather large cock.

Smiling again I walked slowly over to his bed, my legs wobbling as if I were drunk. Carefully I crawled on top of his slender body so that my head rested between his legs. I slipped my tongue out of m mouth and carefully licked the head of his cock, twisting and twirling my tongue about it as much as I could manage, edged on by the almost unbearable pleasure of his tongue gliding over my clit.

A second orgasm neared and I felt myself moving my head quicker, tormenting his cock with ease, begging for him to come inside my mouth, begging for just a taste. Suddenly I felt myself shoved roughly from his body and collapsed in a rough pile on the floor. Robert grinned down at me sadistically, sliding himself off of his bed and onto the floor on top of me, parting my legs widely and thrusting himself into me.

I gasped loudly, arching my back and gripped the shag of the carpet tightly in my hands. His hands slid about my body without any conviction, roughly pinching my nipples to a point where the pleasure was indiscernible from the pain, scratching my flesh and drawing blood, or finally, wrapping themselves lightly around my neck. I bucked my hips forcefully and whimpered as he thrust into me deeper, harder, little tears forming in the corners of my eyes and sliding down onto the floor. “It hurts so much…”

“Good.” He replied violently, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me over before propping my up on my hands and knees. “Don’t you like it, you little bitch?” He had whispered in my ear as he dressed his slight weight against my back, squeezing my breasts tightly. I cried out loudly as my body was struck by an orgasm out of absolutely nowhere. My arms gaze away and I fell weakly onto the floor. “Yes…you do.” Robert muttered, pulling his cock from my tight little body and turning my over, coming on my soft, creamy flesh.

I shook my head, taking a long moment to realize that I was still sitting at the table and that it wasn’t still that night. “C’mon, Keilii.” He cried, his voice full of delight, “We gotta go now.”

We walked in silence towards the school, my heavy bag on my shoulders, my eyes focusing on the rocks below me when suddenly a plan emerged. This plan was connected to my earlier musings, that whenever he got a hard-on Robert went from being incredibly sweet to one of the cruelest beings on this earth. The plan was that I would take my free class, first period, to come visit Mr. E, I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem with that, as I had been one of his favorites so far and he always allowed older students to sit in on our classes.

Anyway, when I came to visit Mr. E I would make a point of sitting near Robert, and everything would go wonderfully from there. Of course, if caught I could probably get expelled, but all for a good cause. “I’m coming with you this morning.” I cried out, grabbing him by the waist and wrapping my arms around his wispy body.

“Haha, you’re so cute.” Robert whispered soothingly, running his fingers through my long hair.
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“What brings you here, Castette?” Mr. E questioned, using the abused form of my last name he dared to pass off as a nickname.

“Educational Purposes. I figured that if I’m going to be in this class a few years from now I should get a taste of it now so that when that time comes around it won’t be such a shock.” I bobbed my head quickly to punctuate my words.

“Haha, okay then.” He said, smiling and gently punching my shoulder. “You slither over there with Rob and don’t make your presence known, and I won’t have to send you down to the library, deal?” I nodded and wandered over to my dear friend.

“Long time no see, eh?” I asked with a giggle. He smiled softly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I squeezed myself up against him softly, watching as Mr. E flitted about in front of the class, introducing me in the most embarrassing way (meet Ms. Castette, my star writer.) before going into a long-winded story about one of his classes from about 20 years back.

During his story I slowly began to move my hand over to Robert, resting my palm against his thigh, dangerously close to his cock. I glanced down, giggling as it stirred slightly. I bit my lip, suppressing any more noise as I slowly began to work my hand under his thick trousers, gripping his cock in my hot little hand. Above me I heard him let out a little grunt of pleasure, his eyes transfixed on the back of my neck. I raised my head slowly, focusing on Mr. E as I carefully stroked the large, warm flesh of his cock, tickling the head with the tips of my fingers, making sure not to make it too good, I couldn’t have him come just yet.

“And now, Mr. Robert, I believe you have a late report comparing Mr. Clinton to Mr. Martin?” Mr. E asked, focusing on Robert. I gasped softly, pulling my hand out of his pants, ignoring the scattered giggles about the class from others who had obviously been watching my actions. “That is ready today, isn’t it?”

“Yes sir…but I don’t think I can read it right now…”

“Why ever not?”

“…No reason.” He muttered, dragging himself to the front of the class, careful to cover the bulge in his pants with the flimsy paper. I grinned up at him, extremely pleased by how my plan was going so far.

The rest of that class passed by normally, ignoring the fact that I was gently reaching over to stroke Robert through his pants at various points through out in order to keep him hard. The bell rang and we exited the class quickly. “What the fuck were you doing that for?” He demanded, leaning close to me and grabbing my wrist tightly in his strong hand. “You’re going to seriously get it for this one.” He hissed, dragging me down the stairs and towards the locker room.

Once inside he threw me down to the floor, carefully pulling my clothes from my body. I lay still, sprawled out before him, dripping wet and silently begging for him to punish me. Carefully he lifted me from the cement floor and leant me over the bench on my stomach so I was unable to see what he was up to.

Out of no where I felt something cold and smooth being dressed to my ass then pulled away again before it was smacked down against my flesh. I gasped aloud as he smacked me again, harder and rougher than before. I felt my pussy growing wetter as he continued to punish my little body. Suddenly he stopped and began to gently stroke my ass with his hand. I whimpered, bucking my hips against the bench.

A loud gasp escaped my throat as suddenly he forced his cock into my ass without any warning. I whimpered, feeling my legs weaken beneath me. I felt so dangerously good, I loved it. I moaned loudly as I orgasmed once, twice and then a third time as he continued to fuck me. Finally he stopped and pulled away, coming on my little pussy lips.

And thus my musings were proved true, and while I was likely to get a detention for being so late for my next class it was all in the good name of psychology.

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As you can see I got a little bored half way through, but I hope it turned out well. I may write more chapters. That is all.

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