Boy It Sure Is A Good Thing I'm Not Asian Chapter whatever before four where a girl has sleeping incest sex with the webhead. Who could it be? Part 1


The last bell for the day rang. Kids were leaving school, going home, or going to some party. It was the end of the day and people were making their commute home, preparing dinner, reuniting with their loved ones and Mayday Parker… was in the bathroom. When you gotta go you gotta go, and she really, really needed to. Just not in the way that would have eased her psyche, or her dead mother’s mind.

She was doing it again. Mayday wasn’t proud of herself, and as a matter of fact she hated herself right now, kind of, but that was always a hard thing to do while knuckle deep in her twitching cunt. 

The school day was over and she had done good, made it through the day without a single stray thought. The test she had was easy, she made small talk with friends, killed it at gym, and had continued her unofficial win against Felicity, as always. It had been one more good day.

‘Such a good day that I’ll end the day fingering myself silly in the girl’s bathroom? Sure, why not?!’ she thought with a grunt. She almost tried to slide her fingers all the way out but gave up have way through and shoved the two of them back in full force,  grounding them against the roof of the inside of her pussy with grit teeth. 

Her legs were mostly spread, as spread as they could be in the cramped quarters of the girl’s bathroom stall. Being always limber though it didn’t bother her a bit, and that bothered her less than what she thought should bother her. Her panties were soaked to the point that she had to rush to the bathroom at the end of the day to get this settled. That wouldn’t be embarrassing in hindsight. What would though would be if anyone found her rubbing a friction fire into her pants and putting it out with her own juices.

What would be so totally embarrassing, she thought, was if her father caught her here. Legs spread, panties around a single ankle and shoes putting dents in the stall-wall – god, those things were cheaply made - her eyes half lidded and her mouth hot, and panting… Peter Parker would be shocked. He’d be horrified to see his little girl doing something so awful. He’d be disappointed.

Her fingers stopped short, right at her entrance. The thought of her father being disappointed in her dropped a lead weight in her stomach. She took a deep breath. This was good, she needed to stop. She lost track of time and didn’t know how long she was in, power walking to the bathroom at the end of the day was embarrassing enough. Her fingers trailed away slowly as she took another calming breath. She needed to stop this.

But her father was understanding, right? This was just hormones, Mayday thought clinically, and they stopped at some point. Just teenaged awkwardness that would definitely go away. Maybe. Probably. Most likely. Hopefully.

And her father had been a teenager at one point too. He had fucked her mother as a teenager.

That thought sent a jolt of pleasure running down her spine. Shuddering, Mayday shook her head and pushed it away. Her father… had fucked her mother. Duh, that was how babies were made. Her father had made her and she popped right out of her mother’s pussy… that her father had…

Slowly, Mayday’s fingers began their intrepid journey back inside. They trailed around her puffed up, throbbing, heated pussy but stopped. She needed to get home and see her dad, not masturbate like a dumb teenaged girl!

But she was a teenaged girl, and her father had been a teenaged boy once. Hormones, and his had lead him to fuck, to lay her mother down and pound his genetics into her like the force of so many instincts… Mayday moaned. His cock flashed in her mind in all of its thick, veined, heavy glory, and melted. Her mother, rest her soul, had taken that think just to have Peter Parker’s babies… fuck, it must have torn her apart…

Mayday cried out, biting her lip to stop the noise that erupted as her fingers dove in deep and went wild, wriggling around and pressing, holding, pinching everything they could. She spread her cunt desperately, trying to get the feel, the experience of being spread out so deeply by cock, her father’s cock, like her mother ust have. Mary Jane Watson Parker had been a beautiful woman and Mayday looked exactly like her, almost. If she could get her father’s cock up, Mayday certainly could. She was young, fresh, and eager.

And it wasn’t like her father had any other options. Well, he did, women lined up to knock on his door but Peter Parker was a saint in the best words and a blind monk in others. Mayday, as she got older, knew there hadn’t been any lady friends, ‘aunties’, or missus around the house, female counter parts to her friend’s single mother’s beaus. Her daddy’s dick was dry and it was no wonder why it showed – sometimes she’d risk a glance, not that he’d ever notice. Poor Peter, he would never imagine that sweet Mayday, sweet, innocent little Mayday, his baby girl, was cock gazing him like the thirstiest of sluts, watching as his cock thumped down against the edge of a chair when he sat, or the ridge it left when he wore jeans.

He hadn’t gotten any action in so, so long, and Mayday think he needed a reward. It was her mother’s fault, really, for being loved so much by him, but Mayday was ready and willing to  make up for that. Her father didn’t need to find another woman, a completely different one. He had her, and Mayday was ready to bend over and take it, spread her legs or drop to her knees and give his cock a balls a tongue bath to make up for the impact her dead mother had on her sexy, oblivious, perfect father.

It was her responsibility.

“God! Fuck! Dad! Aghh!!!” Mayday screamed out, unable to hold it in any longer. Her leg kicked out and she felt her shoe go flying. She thought she heard a loud noise but didn’t pay it any mind. It sounded like a door banging open but she didn’t care. Let them come. Knowing him, it was probably her daddy coming to her rescue. He was so worried about her and tracked her down, running to the school only to find her spread eagled, hot, panting pussy begging to be filled by something other than her fingers. And no one was good enough for his little golden girl, no one deserved anyone that looked like his beloved wife, so Peter Parker would do the right thing and stick her right there, root her to the wall and fuck another baby into her, just like her mother!

 “Hah… hah… hah crap…” Mayday sighed. She looked around and closed her eyes. When she opened the sight was still the same. The door hadn’t burst open – that is, the door to the bathroom hadn’t. She had the foresight to lock it. But the door to the bathroom stall was shot.

It looked like it had been torn from its hinges. Completely broken, it lay on the floor of the bathroom and Mayday looked at her guilty foot that was now where the door and its hinges had been.  She spied rust and figures it was just old, or cheap, like the wall which, when she looked, had been dented by her shoulder or head. Public school budgets, right?

“…I may have a problem,” she groaned, sluicing her dripping fingers from her shivering pussy, something that made her break out into shivers of her own when she did it.  Mayday guiltily looked at her juices, feeling mortified. “A big, big problem…”

‘Not more than Dad’s cock,’ the clinical part of her interrupted, innocent and insidious. ‘Really, something that size is more of an encumbrance. It’s bound to be, can you imagine how long it takes to use the bathroom? Urine has to wait that long to pass out of such a fat, swollen head… and then there are the testicles. They must get so cold being so big, and in such danger too,’ it said, and Mayday hated it even as she put her fingers back in and began to finger herself , almost contemplating. ‘Daddy is the one with a big problem. You should be helping him.’

Mayday nodded to herself, feeling a smirk on her face or feeling as if whatever secret, insidious part of herself should be smirking evilly. Her father did have a problem. It was his big dick. Pissing must have been a chore but she could help – she could hold it in her hand and guide it, soothe him when he got antsy or impatient to distract from it. Pull his pants down in the morning and help him let it all out, then tuck it all back into his boxers.

Washing it was something she knew how to do. Not from experience, obviously, but she was smart, she could learn. She remembered watching him wash it, feeling fascinated by the sight of something so fleshy, large, and docile being rubbed down and covered in suds and soap. It looked fun to play with, and Mayday was sure she could come to enjoy herself… fairly soon, while saving her father the trouble of something so menial. She’d be especially gentle with his testicles, she came from them, after all. Trillions of her potential siblings were still swimming around in there, waiting to penetrate some woman’s core… she had to keep them safe.

Feeling her pussy clench up tight around her fingers against, this time Mayday accepted it and felt her eyes roll into the back of her head. Here she was, in full view of anyone who cared to look, masturbating like some needy slut, her mind full of pictures of her father’s cock. 

Drool seeped out of the side of Mayday’s mouth and she laughed stupidly. “Yeah, big problem. Huge cock of a problem, ha! …Cock...” She shook her head and wiped her mouth of the drool, inadvertently leaving her own juices on her face. She absently licked it all up. “Sorry mom.”

Her senses coming back to her, Mayday stood up and collected herself. Legs like jelly, she barely managed to catch herself on the wall. Breathing a sigh of relief she looked up to see the corner she caught and narrowed her eyes.

“What…” the hand she caught herself with wasn’t holding on to anything at all. It was flat against the wall.  “…How?”

Suddenly her head started to ring. Mayday jolted as the feeling of a bell in the back of her head made her entire body vibrate, tearing her hand away from the wall. A voice sounded from outside the bathroom, far enough to not be close and close enough to make her blood freeze over. 

“Yeah, it came over here,” the voice said,. It was definitely a girl’s. “Loud, too. Did you hear the banging?” A pause. “Fucking? Doubtful, little miss Plainey May wouldn’t let that happen in school.”

Mayday’s blood turned to ice. Felicity. Felicity Hardison was down the hall and she was masturbating! Not Felicity, Mayday, but neither one was good! She couldn’t be caught like this, her and Felicity were already polar opposites on the school  frontlines – May was the upstanding one, Felicity was the alleged, borderline slut. Talk about teenaged awkwardness this would never end if she found out!

Heaving, Mayday looked at her little shorts, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than she had when she put them on at the thought that her father would like the way they looked. Her bag was nearby, that is, underneath the stall’s door, and her shoe had just about gone into orbit, she saw, balancing precariously on the very edge of the stall-wall. 

Felicity’s voice called out again along with the muffled ones of others. “I’ll check the bathrooms, you two check the classrooms.” Another pause. “…and if there’s a guy that can make a girl scream like that, I want in.”

May swallowed thickly. She got up and quickly got her stuff, swiping down her shoe and pulling up her panties – only to find out that she hadn’t put them on the other leg. Felicity’s footsteps were getting closer and she pulled up her  shorts, careless of her half-on undergarments, then her shoe, then her little jacket, and her bag, tearing it from beneath the cheaply made door and making it slam against the bathroom floor. 

A slight knocking came on the door and Mayday looked at it, horrified.  “Just in case you were wondering, yes, the entire school heard you in there,” the platinum blonde’s light, teasing voice said. “They just don’t know where the noise came from. Let me in and I promise you two to not tell who made it.”

Mayday wouldn’t trust Felicity with dissecting a worm, much less who had imaginarily fucked her into oblivion, even it was herself. She was the one that started all of this anyway! She needed to escape, but where?

“I’ll give you the count of ten, then I’m coming in and I can’t promise what I’ll do after that. Feel free to clean up though, you two,” Felicity sung, knocking some more. “1…”

Feeling as if she were swallowing an egg or a pound of bird seed, and ignoring thoughts of her father’s seed impregnating her egg, or her mother’s, or either of theirs, Mayday went to the window. It was high, small, and out of reach for her. She was small, though, and could make it. 

“4…”

Mayday tossed her bag through the window, hopped up and began squeezing through, only impeded by the swell of her ass and the fabric of her shorts causing the clothing to drag down her smooth, thick legs. Panicking, she kept up even as they were at her ankles with her panties.

“10!” Felicity sung evilly, and started to turn the knob.

Mayday really started to scramble now, only to freeze when she heard Feliciy’s voice as the door was opened fully. 
“Oh, now isn’t this a sight?” The redhead heard footsteps and died on the inside when they stopped right behind her.
“Classy,.” Felicity took a deep breathe and let out a shuddering breath. “Ah that… someone’s been having a… good time.” Mayday didn’t know what she was doing, but she heard footsteps. “Someone has a fat ass,” Felicity hummed. “Someone’s been hogging some prime dick, too? Aw, and they tried to get away without sharing.” More steps. “Fuck, you’re dripping…. He plugged you good, huh? You mind if I…”

Her soft hand grazed Mayday’s thighs and she started renewing her squirming, Mayday fought against the fat of her ass to try and get away before anymore could be found out, much less if anything could be done to her. She had no clue Felicity swung that way, but on her list of things never to happen, getting anything done to her by Felicity Hardison, much less any girl, while her ass was on full display in the girl’s bathroom was right at the top. She was all too aware that incest was last on that list.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…” Felicity whispered soothingly, and her fingers sunk into the soft, yielding flesh of Mayday’s thigh. Mayday hissed – her nails were sharp, too sharp. “I don’t usually do this you know, but… you’re…” She licked her lips. “I hope he finished inside. I’m a bit of a… pussy, for pussies and milk.”
She spread Mayday’s legs in short order and stopped. “…Red hair? Miranda, is that you? You bitch! You’d said you’d share with me the ‘ext’ time! Cunt!” She smacked her hand down hard on May’s fat ass, making the girl bite back a grunt of surprise. “Or is it you, Cynthia? No, neither of your asses are this… perfect. The only one I know is… Parker?”

Eyes wide with terror, with all of her might Mayday squeezed through the window and popped out the other side, Felicity’s hand trailing after her to catch her as thoughts of Mayday’s birth and the events surrounding it to pop up in her mind. She landed in between the wall of the school and another building, a grassy alleyway where no one could see.

“Oh, this is just rich,” she heard Felicity say. Against her better judgment Mayday looked up with terror filled eyes at the window, her head ringing like a bell. Fortunately she didn’t see Felicity’s smiling, evil face there looking down at her, but she did hear her stepping to the window. 

“Plainy May, getting fucked in the school bathroom?” The girl whispered lasciviously. “What will the teachers think?” She gasped. “What will Mr. Parker think? His perfect little girl, getting railed like some teen mom, oh he’s going to be devastated!”

Felicity’s voice rang out loudly and Mayday knew she hated her. She kept her mouth shut more from mortification than brains. “Unless…” Felicity’s voice trailed off, dripping like something malevolent. Mayday’s incest-hungry pussy came to her mind. “What do you say we put aside our little… rivalry, Plainy May? You spread your legs, share your boy, and let me… help with the clean up?”

Felicity’s head popped up in the window, her grin wide and hunger, her eyes wild. “I think you can be my type.”

But no one was there. Felicity looked at the ground outside the bathroom, left, and right, but it was empty. She narrowed her eyes at the depressions made in the grass. Maybe it hadn’t been May ‘Mayday I’m so smart, perfect, and my ass is so fat’ Parker, after all? She wouldn’t ever do something like this, the little cherry.

Something dangling and immaculately white, save for how drenched they were, caught Felicity’s eye. “Oh, hello,” she licked her lips and snatched up the mystery girl’s missing panties. “I’ll be sure to return you to your owner,” she smiled at them and breathed deeply. “I so hope you belong to May, though. That would just be… delicious.”

As Felicity exited the bathroom, leaving behind the empty alleyway, something was going on elsewhere. On the last foot of that very building, at a ninety degree angle, Mayday looked at her hands in shock. 

They were sticking to the wall.

“Yup…” she swallowed, her mouth tugging to the side in almost a smile. “Big problem.”