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A new Bill	By : vzon20011 Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 12165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own King of the Hill or it's characters. This is fantasty parody fanfiction. Not for profit, just for fun. Original characters are coincidental of fiction,real, alive, or dead persons.

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Chapter fifteen
Connie, Minh, shoe dangle, incest, school girl, teacher, role play, kissing, pussy licking, porno production.
Dale Gribble was up early morning doing his calisthenics. ‘ I’m a healthy, and well discipline soldier of fortune ‘, he thought. Curling up his beer taking a gulp. Then his cigarette to take a long drag. Everything was ready for the mission. His exterminator van was transformed into his war wagon. Which mostly consisted of him covering the giant dead ant queen on top with a tarp. All he needed now was his quarry to show. Just then, Dale’s neighbor Hank Hill was coming out of his house. “ Good Morning Hank,” said Dale with a big smile. “ Good Morning Dale. I see your up bright, and early. Do you have a job today?” “ Oh’ yes, there is a critter that only I can take care of,” said Dale. He shifted his feet, because the holstered 50 caliber hand gun was heavy for his wiry frame. “ I’m hoping to find it’s nest, and retrieve something that was lost to it‘s owner. That owner was Kahn who hired Dale to find his wife, and daughter. Dale exaggerated his credentials a little to get the job. It had been sometime since Minh disappeared, and the police thought she left for California, because the marriage was in financial trouble. Then Connie disappeared as well. The police also thought most abductions were caused by a wayward parent. So they believed she went to live with her mother. Dale knew the truth about Minh, because he had secret video tape of her kidnapping. He also thought he knew who the kidnapper was. “ Okay Dale, See you later,” said Hank. Getting into his truck, and driving down the street. “ The hunt is on,” said Dale to himself. Getting into his van to follow Hank. Unknown to Dale, was several black cars, and SUVs following behind. Each one pretending to act like normal traffic.
There had been several weeks of rehearsals. Now today was the big production. Bill walked into his dungeon excited to start his new project. His slaves were in the prone position with their asses in the air waiting for him. Such beauty caused him to pause, and admire them. He took his horse rider’s crop tracing the slaves’ buttocks’ outline with the leather tip. Their bums would shift from being tickled by him. He ran the thin shaft of the whip between their black pussies. Peeling one lip aside to look at the moist pinkness inside. Slave number two was a miniature likeness of slave number one. Bill’s penis sprang to life ready for action. “ Okay ladies, I want you to stand up, and take off your cat suits. You’ll be wearing something else today.” Bill’s slaves each stood up pulling down their thigh high stockings. Pulled off their long arm gloves, and removed their cat ear hair clips . Bill had them turn around so he could place a black strip of silk cloth over their eyes. He put bondage cuffs on their wrists locking them behind their backs. He unlocked their bondage collars from around their necks. Tossing them to the side with a jingling sound from the big brass bell hitting the ground. Bill prodded them naked with his crop out of the dungeon, and into one of the original offices of the tank refit building he owned.
His slaves heard a door shut behind them, and lock. The master removed their blindfolds. They blinked a few times not believing their surroundings. They had knew from rehearsals their parts in the production, but they didn’t believe the master would have created an exact likeness. Both slaves looked at their master. “ All is from a Government sell off,” said Bill. “ Alright ladies, I want you to wear these.” Unlocking their cuffs, and handing them each a plastic bag. While they were dressing. Bill went to his T.V. cart making sure everything was set. He then walked over to the camera on the tripod adjusting the view. Bill turned around seeing his slaves finished. “ Okay, take your places.” After a few verbal adjustments of the participants, and more adjustments of the camera. Bill said “ Scene on, take one, Action!”
The camera zoomed in. “ So, why are you having so much trouble with math in my class?,” asked the teacher. She was wearing a white button up blouse. It was unbuttoned to her cleavage showing a glimpse of her bosoms. The tan skirt she wore had a split high up the side. Every male student would try to guess if she wore panties. Which caused a lot of bathroom breaks in her class. At the moment, the MILF teacher was sitting on her chair with her legs crossed. This caused the split to be a canyon showing a lot of her upper thighs. She placed her hand on her knee. To hold the skirt edge from falling completely off her leg. One black stiletto pump was dangling from her toes. The other shoe showed some toe cleavage while being worn. “ It’s just so hard!,” said the Asian school girl innocently . The short plaid pleated skirt she wore only went down so far. Showing a glimpse of her buttocks forming from her legs. She also wore a white blouse, and it was buttoned up all the way with a little red tie at her collar. Her hair was in a pony tail with the banes hanging down in front. There was black calf high socks, and brown clunky shoes on her feet.
“ I think your too busy talking in my class to pay attention,” said the teacher. “ I also think we need to try some motivational punishment.“ With that, the teacher lifted her hand letting the skirt’s material fall exposing her legs completely. Then she uncrossed her legs making them level. She reached over grabbing the school girl’s wrist forcing her to bend over the teacher’s knees. “ Oh’ please teacher not this!,” pleaded the girl. There was a sudden coolness as the teacher flipped up the skirt. “ What have we here?,” asked the teacher. Digging between the school girl’s exposed butt cheeks pulling up a thin white string . “ You know thongs aren’t allowed in school. Your just a bad little girl aren’t you?” “ I can explain!” tried the girl. “ Your not talking yourself out of this. It’s for your own good,” said the teacher with a wicked smile. While bent over, the girl grabbed one of the teacher’s ankles, and the base of the chair to steady herself for punishment. The teacher smacked her bare hand against the girl’s butt cheeks. This would cause them to wiggle. After a few more smacks the hand would linger longer on the girl’s bare bottom. “It almost feels like a grab,” thought the girl. The smacking was starting to sting. Tears were starting to form at her eyes. After what seemed like an eternity. The spanking stopped, and the school girl stood back up.
There was tears running down her face. A pout on her lips, and she was rubbing her sore red bottom. “ Now see, bad little girls get spankings. Do you know what good little girls get?,” asked the teacher. Taking a white handkerchief, and dabbing the tears from the girl’s face. “ No,” said the girl with a sniff. “ They get this.” The teacher stood up to her full height with the pumps making her 5’6”. She put her hand under the school girl’s chin lifting it up. The teacher planted a firm kiss on the shorter girl’s lips. After a minute of kissing, and some tongue tips touching through open mouth. The school girl turned her red face down. “ I don’t know if we should be doing this,” she said. Bringing her finger tips up to her mouth. “ You seemed to be enjoying it,” said the teacher. “ I will make it even better.” Moving her hands down the sides of the school girl. Past her skirt, then up under, to grasp the thong. Pulling it down to the girl’s ankles. The teacher had the girl step out of her panties. “ My, my, these things are soaked. Good thing we took them off before you caught a cold,” said the teacher. Throwing the thong over her shoulder hitting the black board. There was a wet spot at the point of impact on the dusty board. The thong landed in the chalk tray with a strap hanging over the edge. There was a little hello kitty stitched on the front. The teacher lifted the school girl’s skirt making her hold it up. Then made the girl lean back on the teacher’s desk. Lifting her legs up with the heels of the shoes on the desk edge, and legs spread wide. The teacher could see the girl’s darken swollen pussy open. Translucent moistness was in, and out of it. Taking her fingers to spread the pussy lips. The teacher lowered her mouth down. Placing her tongue on the wet clitoris hood. There was a shudder in the school girl’s lower region. A moan escaped from her lips. The teacher set to work bringing her errant pupil back to academic excellence.
Starting with the basics. The teacher’s tongue worked out math problems on the girl’s clitoris. This caused the student to shift her lower body in a circular motion. Lifting up her pelvis to feel the answers. Also the girl’s arms would squeeze together over her chest. Rubbing against her stiffen nipples through her blouse. “ Haa, haa, haa,” came from her mouth. The teacher continued to lick the girl. Taking her hand under the school girl’s blouse to play with her nipples. The teacher’s finger nails would pinch, and pull on them. Causing the girl both pleasure, and pain. The girl started to rub her pussy harder into the teacher’s mouth. Feeling the girl was about to climax. The teacher worked her tongue faster. The girl harden up with her lower body going into spasms. The teacher pulled her head out from between the legs. Before they clamped shut like a vice. The school girl would shudder almost a full minute on top of the teacher’s desk. Rubbing her legs together. When done, the girl’s legs spread open again to cool off, and she stared off into nothing.
The teacher had been using her hand to work her own clit. “ Since you’re a good girl. I’m going to make you my Teacher’s aid,” she said. Grabbing the school girl’s wrist pulling her off the desk. The teacher set back in her chair spreading her legs wide. Thanks to the split in the skirt. She could do this without taking it off. “ You are now honored to see what the boys have been guessing at.” The teacher had indeed not been wearing any panties. She had pubs, but they were trimmed like a buzz cut. The school girl’s knees were still weak, and was thankful when the teacher had her kneel down in front of her. “ I want you to show me what you learned,” said the teacher. Leaning back in her chair, and spreading her pussy lips. The girl had never been this close to another pussy before. She seen clear translucent liquid coming out, and on the teacher’s fingers holding the flaps open. There was pinkness inside with two holes. One little, and another big. There was a slight odor, but not unpleasant. “ Go ahead dear, Lick me right there.” said the teacher. Using the other hand’s index finger to prod her clitoris. The girl was hesitant with a hundred questions in her mind. “ If you do this, I’ll give you an A for the semester. The girl’s head shot up looking at the teacher. This would shock her family into giving her anything she wanted. Even the new cell phone that just came out. The girl leaned forward with her tongue tip out. Ready to pull back if she didn’t like it. Upon impact, she found out there was nothing to worry about. It was almost like her, and her boyfriend’s tongue tips touching. The teacher gave the girl verbal directions on where to move her tongue. Then gave her math problems to trace out, and solve. Soon the teacher was breathing shallow with her eyes closed. Moving her hips to rub her pussy into the school girl’s mouth. The girl would latch unto the teacher’s clitoris flaps licking, and nibbling on them. The teacher placed one leg on the school girl’s shoulder. She would stretch out her leg, and foot far as she could. This caused her black pump to dangle from the tips of her toes again. The girl was now lapping greedily at her teacher’s pussy. Thinking about how the other girls will be jealous about her new phone. The teacher grabbed unto the girl’s ponytail. Pushing her head further into her twat. “ I need you to work harder for the next minute!,” gasped the teacher feeling herself wanting to cum. The student was a good student now. She would do anything to please her teacher. With one last thrust of the hips. The teacher shot an orgasmic squirt partially in, and outside the school girl’s mouth. Girl cum was running down her chin.
“Cut, and break”, yelled Bill. He tried to control himself during shooting, but worked his throbbing penis out during the last scene. He walked over to his slave actresses holding his cock like a dog on a leash. His second head was in control now. Bill picked up slave number two from the floor. Having her bend over the teacher’s desk lifting her plaid skirt. He then had slave number one bend over number two’s back. Bill guided his penis into number one’s still wet pussy. Banging it like a rabbit in heat. After some good deep strokes. He was ready to plow into number two’s pussy. Minh had to shift off her daughter’s back, and to her side. So her master could get to her daughter’s pussy at the bottom. Minh could see her daughter’s eye’s closing during the big penis’s strokes. Then he was back to Minh’s pussy. The master was alternating between his mother, and daughter slaves. Minh was staring into her daughter’s eye’s while their master was having his way with them. Thinking how lovely she looked. Minh leaned over kissing Connie's lips again. They both shared a passionate moment with their tongues rubbing each other. Bill pulled out of Connie ready to cum, and jerked a shot of hot jizz unto Minh’s naked buttocks. The cum ran off her ass, and unto her daughter’s leg. Both females lowered their upper bodies to the desk holding hands. Their legs to weak to lift them up. Bill left them to recover while he checked his video equipment.
Dale had been sitting in his van most of the day. He was casing Hank’s work place at Strickland Propane. Hank went straight to work, and never left for lunch like the other employees. Dale was getting bored. ‘It might be time for me to force his hand’, thought Dale. The sooner he could recover the bodies. The sooner he could get back to his interest. Dale put on his fake mustache, and dug out his Rusty Shackulford id from the glove box. He locked up his van, and walked across the street toward Strickland. He had an eerie feeling he was being watch. Dale turned around to see black vehicles parked down the street. All the passengers had newspapers in front of their faces. “ Hmmm, must be some big news today,” thought Dale. He went into the propane company’s door.
Hank was sitting at his desk as usual. He looked up seeing Dale in his fake mustache. ' I wonder what craziness he’s up to now,' thought Hank. “ Hello Dale, Can I help you?” “ I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else,” said Dale. “ My name is Rusty Shackulford, and I’m here for some business.” “ Really,’ said Hank playing along. 'Maybe Dale will go away without to much fuss. I don’t want him to scare away any customers,' thought Hank. As he was looking at his empty showroom of gas grills. “Why yes, I was hoping you’d know how to dispose of something. Something that never could be found, and traced back to you,” said Dale. It dawned on Hank what he was talking about. “ I told you before Dale I had nothing to do with Minh’s disappearance!” “ Yeah, that’s what they all say!” said Dale breaking character. Then quickly saying, “I mean, what do you mean?” acting like Rusty again. “ Dale get out of here before I kick your ass!,” yelled Hank. Dale turned around racing for the front door. He didn’t want to piss off a crazy psychopath, and go missing too. He’d make a note once inside the van to upgrade his security at home just in case. As Dale was opening the driver door. He adjusted his hand gun that was forgotten during his flight to safety. There was a click like a safety of a gun being released. Slide of guns snapping with bullets chambered behind Dale. “ Freeze, FBI! Put you hands up slowly. Dale complied. As hands searched him. There was another click, “Freeze, ATF! Put you hands up!” Soon there was more clicks, and men running forward in black business suits. After so much confusion, and yelling. Dale was able to understand who these people were. FBI, ATF, NSA, CIA, Texas Rangers, Laos embassy security, Native American Indian gaming commission, U.S. department of Agriculture, and other security organizations. All was investigating Minh’s disappearance, and Hank was their lead suspect thanks to Dale. He phoned in a tip early on in the investigation that Hank, and Minh had an affair.
The various organizations were now telling each other to back off the case including Dale, or else. Each waving a piece of paper giving them the right. One FBI agent yelled loudly at an ATF agent. “ If we find an underage kids smoking, drinking, and shooting off bottle rockets. We’ll let you!” Everybody in the group shut up to hear the response. “ Nice catch on 9/11,” said the ATF agent rolling his eyes looking away. There was a collective “AWWWWW.” From everyone, like they were in a school yard. Watching a fight about to start. ‘ It’s not our fault, we didn’t get information from NSA. “ It’s CIA’s fault,’ defended the NSA agent. Then the group again erupted into arguments pointing fingers at each other. No one noticed Hank driving away in a Strickland Propane truck. He had to make a last minute delivery, because JoeJack wouldn’t get back in time.
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