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The Ambitious Freshman

... CLOSE to cuming. “Oh god mom…I’m cuming…” Kristin suddenly gasped. Both of the girls parents watched in awe as their daughter skillfully toyed and pleased herself…right in front of them, in plane sight, all as if no one were there to see. It didn't phase them one bit. “She does have your cold hard naughty skills babe” Scott said in admiration as his wife's hand rubbed his hard dick a bit faster and harder. “Ahhh…ahh…ahh…” the girl gasped over and over. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…” “Perhaps she too will one day be Student Body President…she IS smart enough” the man said. Suddenly Kristin folded her arms and buried her head inside them. “Ahhhh fuck… First things first guys” the tiny muffled voice said from within the folded arms. “First I have to figure out a way to get Father O’Reilly off my back. Now that I know these things I think I know why he likes me.” “Well, I like I said, life is full of unpleasantries and sacrifices, some more so than others…” “You said his dick is short and he doesn't mind if you don't swallow?” Kristin asked her mother reluctantly. “No…but I will say this though, it didn't hurt to sometimes swallow as it got me the Student Class Presidency a year early.” “Fuck…” the girl said as she slammed her fist down on the table. “Fuck…” “C’mon. Lets forget about all this for now. Tomorrow's another day. Now show us your room and any other things you might think of that we may need to know. “Okay dad…right over here is my room in Cantwell Hall…” As the girl waved goodbye ...

... to her parents, being a staunch person as to not wanting to procrastinate, her mind began to instantly formulate a plan to control the schools leader, Father O’Reilly; just as her mother had done years before. For the next two weeks the girl studied the man's every move. And what was funny, she had noticed he had been studying her. Knowing this, in a daring move, she waited until he was alone in his office, something he did every late evening. Knock…knock…knock… “Come in Miss Kushna…Kristin is it not?” “Why yes it is Father O'Reilly. How did you know it was me?” “Sit down…please.” The man ignored Kristin's question. “I’d rather stand if you don't mind.” “As you wish young lady.” The man paused for a moment. “I see that you are still wearing your school uniform.” The young freshman strolled seductively over to the old man pulling up her skirt ever so slightly. “I was studying all day and I totally forgot to change.” “Studying eh? Do you always study wearing six inch stilettos?” “I’m short…” Kristin snapped back. “I see you have the same study skills and school attire your mother had miss Kushna.” O’Reilly was no fool. He knew why Kristin was wearing what she was wearing and if she didn't? Well she was going to learn just how lucky she was to choose what she was wearing.. “Speaking of your mother, you do know she was school valedictorian for two years in a row right? That is quite a feat even for a school with a population so small as ours.” “So I’ve heard” replied the petite, ...