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Thank you... _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: legal.txt (mf,first,legal) Authors name: rodsti@hotmail.com (Rod Stiffener) Story title : THE LEGALITIES OF SEX (PART 1 of 2) == == == This work is copyrighted to the author. No changes may be made to this story, and the author information must remain intact. This work may be copied freely for non- profit purposes only. == == == ******************************************************* THE LEGALITIES OF SEX - PART ONE ******************************************************* ~~RING~~ GOD she hated that sound. The ringing of the alarm clock on a Monday morning. Veronica was slow to wake up but eventually made it into the shower. After emerging, she looked around for clothes to suit her mood. Her new tight black flare pants and cropped pink sweater. Today was American Legal Studies class with Mr Wynton, so she felt the need to dress ultra sexy. She loved the way he taught that subject, making a potentially boring course come alive with anecdotes of Watergate, Iran/contra-gate, portrayals of politicians and Founding Fathers as real people with real foibles. She secretly fancied him. He was in his late forties and graying, distinguished-looking, with an air of authority. His own demeanor hinted at the power wielded by the people they studied in class. He was one teacher she just couldn't help having fantasies about. As she waited for her friend Belinda to pick her up for school, she thought about the term paper that she hadn't handed in yesterday. "Mr Wynton is going to kill me today when he realizes I didn't turn it in", she thought. "Oh well, Legal Studies isn't until last period." The day seemed to go by fast. As she sat in the last hour she noticed that Mr. Wynton didn't seem to have his "you fail" face on when he looked her way. She started to relax a little, participating in class, answering as many questions as possible. Then the bell rang. She started to leave the room, but Mr Wynton asked her to remain behind. She had almost forgotten the small matter of her term paper. She had been distracted by the larger matter of what was in Mr Wynton's pants. He had on those Dockers Khakis whose fit hinted at something substantial inside, and gazing at them always made her panties a bit moist. "Veronica, where is your paper?" Her stomach sank ... "I didn't get it done. I was going to ask for an extension but I forgot." "Well I can't give you an extension any more, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the class." Damn! She really needed the marks for her course assessment if she were to maintain her B average. "If I give it to you tommorrow, can you grade it and just deduct a few marks for lateness?" "That depends. Explain why it was late." "I ... I have been having trouble concentrating in Legal Studies lately." "Why?" She dreaded this question. Like George Washington, she found it difficult to lie. But the truth was embarrassing. "I keep getting distracted ..." she said, hoping he wouldn't probe further. But he didn't immediately catch her drift. "By what?" Silence. "Or should I say ... who?" She still couldn't answer. God, this was SOOOO embarrassing! But no answer was itself an answer, and it suddenly dawned on him. "By me, perhaps?" "Uh-huh." Silence. She looked at her feet, hoping to just crawl away and die. He was thinking about what she had just confessed. It thrilled him to find out that he had this effect upon her, though he was careful not to show how thrilled. He obviously over-awed her, yet fascinated her. As a teacher, he was supposed to act in a professional way toward his students. But his was an ego that needed regular feeding. Especially now he was no longer a real legal practioner ... because of that one particular episode. It was all in the past now, and his spouse had stood by him, but he'd had to take this lowly job in a high school. And now, he simply couldn't resist the opportunity to find out the full extent of Veronica's fascination with him. He reached out and lifted her chin, so that she was looking up into his eyes again. "Would you like me to overlook the lateness of your term paper?" he asked softly. "Yes please" she whispered. "Would you be able to grant me a small reward for so doing?" "I ... uh ... I think so," she said, knowing, even hoping for, what was coming next. Her legs felt weak, and one knee was trembling. He looked into her face for another few moments, then bent down and touched his lips to hers, just brushing them at first, teasing and tickling. At first he was able to keep his cool. He was tender and gentle, and she felt like she was in heaven. But suddenly his resolve broke and he crushed his mouth onto hers, putting his arm about her back to prevent any escape. Not that she wanted to escape. This was her first real *Man* kiss, as opposed to Dad, Mom or Aunty Joyce kiss. She couldn't believe what was happening, her head was in a spin. For months she had wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Now he was practically swallowing her up. She had no idea that a man's tongue could feel so good, so ... sexy! God, her mouth tasted good! She was one of his favourites in class, not the best-looking of his students but attractive even so, and very sweet-natured, always attentive to anything he said. He'd always had a bit of a soft spot for her. Now he had her firm young body clamped tightly against him. She would be able to feel his huge hard-on through his Dockers, pressed firmly into her belly. Wow, what was that THING poking into her! It felt huge, prodding her insistently. Had she really been the cause of THAT! She was flattered and thrilled that she was able to excite him so. Before this, she wasn't sure he knew if she even lived. Now, she had become the cause of some very unseemly behaviour in the normally-cool Mr Wynton. He brought one hand around to her front and began to caress her breasts. He found them to be moderate in size, but so firm, so high up on her chest! They formed delicious hard points inside her crop-top and sports bra. He rubbed, and suddenly the points got harder. She drew in her breath sharply when he first contacted her nipple. That felt SOOOO good! Much nicer than when she did it to herself. Even through two layers of fabric, his touch seemed to set her nipples on fire. The classroom door was closed, but not locked. This was very risky. They had been in a clinch for almost five minutes now, losing track of the time. If someone walked in ... "We better go to my office." This was behind a door at the back of the classroom. A door with a sturdy lock and a large brass key. They went inside the small cluttered room, books and papers everywhere. He locked the door behind them and closed the window so that its frosted glass would prevent them being seen. When he turned to her again, he found she had already removed her crop-top and stood before him in only bra and those tight black slacks. Her pale flawless skin shone under the fluorescent lighting. He moved to her, kissing her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue, rubbing his hands over her flimsy sports bra, rubbing so strongly over her hardened points that the bra itself got dragged upwards, exposing the naked underhang of her curvaceous breasts, until the nipples themselves popped free and dug into the palm of his hand. He moved his mouth down to her erect nipples, slowly sucking on each one. As he did this she fumbled at the buttons on his shirt and pants, putting her hands through the openings and running them over his hairy chest, tickling his nipples with her nails. This could all lead to big trouble! If he was caught while sucking on her stiff little nipples like this, he would never get a job in another school ever again. Or anywhere, for that matter. But it was like a madness was overtaking him, he just couldn't remove his mouth from those fresh, budding young breasts. Her hand was now at his crotch, fondling his hardness and making it twitch and throb even more strongly. He ran his hands down the front of her pants, his fingers lightly teasing her mound and sliding down between her legs across the black fabric that covered her pussy. She had grasped his cock now, exploring it tentatively at first, as if it might bite, then more firmly, wrapping her fingers around it and jerking him off in rhythmic strokes that rolled his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. He slid his hand under her waistband, down ... down ... to where it could hardly fit but soon he could feel her fluffy pubic hair, and then! Her slit, soft and warm. Struggling to get a finger deeper, it suddenly broached her entrance and he could feel it enter a spot of slipperiness. It was only small, but working his finger back and forth seemed to make the hot, wet spot increase in size. His finger was spreading her flowing juices around her entrance and he could feel it softening, swelling, unfolding like the opening of a flower. But he was careful not to penetrate her with it. His mouth was still locked onto her nipple, and it was still hard like the end of a bullet. His tongue was lashing it, twirling around the hard bump on her soft breast. Her hand was moving faster on his dick now, and he really liked what she was doing to him. It was so exciting to have his hand jammed against her pussy under her tight pants, while she played with his manhood and got him close to shooting his stuff. He worked his finger deeper into her. It was lucky there were no more classes for the day, but still there were people going past the door out in the corridor, and past the window outside. He could hear their voices chattering and it sounded so loud, so close! It just added to the excitement, and the danger. He felt like a high-rolling gambler, risking all that he had, career, everything, even jail, for this one roll of the dice. It was an adrenalin rush, and it gave him a bigger buzz than any of the drugs he had ever tried. She started to push down her pants, but he stopped her. "Put it in me" she whispered. "I want you so bad!" "Veronica, I can't do that." "But I want you to!" "I can touch your pussy, I can lick it. You can suck my cock. But the school regulations forbid sex between teachers and students." "But ... what we're doing now, isn't this sex?" She had stopped playing with his prick, wondering why he was holding back, why he didn't want to possess her totally in the way that she craved. Didn't he like her after all? But his legal background had given him a strong sense of right and wrong, at least according to the *letter* of the law. "Technically, sex is penetration by a sexual organ. In layman's language, sex is my cock or my finger in your pussy. The other stuff is not sex, it is foreplay." "So we can do foreplay, but not sex?" "If I am to uphold my duty to the school, yes." "Well, okay ..." She was disappointed that he no longer wanted to throw caution to the winds for her sake. I mean, sex, foreplay, it would all get her an equally large walloping at home if her parents found out! She continued to stroke his dick, and he carried on fingering her, his hand thrust down the front of her pants and diddling her clit inside their close confines. Her ardour, momentarily cooled, became inflamed again as he bent to suckle on her hard teats again. Her hand became a blur on his prick, if he wasn't careful he would soon be spraying his spunk all over her clothing. He let go of her nipple with his mouth and crushed his lips against hers, in a torrid french kiss that seemed to swallow her up. It was just as well that he did because she began moaning, and he had to try and silence her somehow or they would be heard from the corridor. Veronica was completely oblivious, and had forgotten where she was, her eyes were screwed shut and she was concentrating totally on the orgasm that was bursting within her and wracking her whole body with its spasms. He shoved his finger down deeper until it just broached her slick entrance, and could feel her cunt muscles gripping his finger as they tightened and squeezed upon it. Her responses to his fingering excited him even more, and grabbing her hand to pump it still harder up and down his prick, he found that he too was now gasping and grunting as he thrust into her grip and started to shoot. Big spurts of semen gushed out and landed against her belly, the afterflow dribbing over her knuckles. God she looked so pretty! Just coming down again from the heights of her climax, dreamy expression on her face, and his cum splattered on her stomach and the front of her tight pants. She looked down at the silvery white snots in wonderment, as they trickled and tickled their way down the bare skin of her hard, flat belly. He had marked her with his jism; now she was his. He got a tissue from the box on his desk and cleaned her up as best he could, though he could do nothing about the dark stain on her pants. She pulled her bra back into place and picked up her top, making herself decent again. He gathered her into her arms for a last kiss. "You better go before someone sees you here," he said. She felt disappointment that it had ended and she had to go, but could see his point. "Uh, thanks Mr Wynton, I really enjoyed it." "Call me Phil" he said. "You and I have something special now." The words seemed to make her dizzy. "Come and see me again at this time tomorrow," he said. "I'll have your term paper ready to return to you." "Gee, thanks! ... Phil." As she made her way to the bus stop, she felt as if she were walking on air. He likes me! He fingered me! He gave me the biggest orgasm of my life! She could hardly wait to confide in her friend, Belinda Fripp. Not that she would spill ALL the details right away. Though somehow she always seemed to end up telling Belinda everything. He felt very satisfied with himself as he made his way to the carpark. What a sweet young thing he had in Veronica Drew-Bentley! It made his head swell that such a delicious young girl would want to bare herself for him, want to be fondled by him ... she even wanted to be fucked by him! She had actually asked for it! But he had to be careful. This was a small school in a small town. If he was caught, his career would be finished. I mean, as long as they stuck to blowjobs, he could argue that it didn't count. They couldn't sack him for that, and he could just brazen out any opprobrium directed his way. Better, though, that they not be caught at all, and he would do all in his power to make sure thay were not. Next day at lunchbreak, Veronica and Belinda had gone to the end of the far field, munching on sandwiches as they sat on the grass, talking about boys, as usual. They were discussing orgasms, and which was probably the best way to have one. Which had been purely a topic for speculation up until then, as they both only had the experience of their own hands or one or two inanimate objects to draw upon. But this time Veronica had let slip something extra. "So far I think finger-fucking is really great, where the guy just puts his finger inside you and rubs it past your clit. I mean, its good, because its nicer than when you do it yourself, but its not too gross, and it can't make you pregnant." "You've done fingerfucking!" Belinda immediately wanted to know. "Yeah, sure ..." Veronica said casually. "With who? With who?" "Just some guy ..." came the evasive answer. Nothing else Belinda could say was able to get Veronica to reveal more. But she would spill the beans eventually. She always did. After school was out, he waited for her in his office, confident that she would be back for more. Sure enough, she tapped on the door. "Come in!" She entered and stood before his desk. She had on a more demure outfit today, just jeans and a sweatshirt. She thought to herself, wait until he saw what was underneath! But at first it was strictly business. "I've looked at your paper. It is good in places but obviously a rush job." He took the time to explain what he would have expected of a really good assignment, knowing as he did so that this delay was just building the sexual tension between them. Oh, when would he shut up and take her into his arms again! Then he put the paper aside, and without getting out of his chair, said "Come here." It was spoken quietly, but it was an order. She gladly obeyed, coming around the desk to stand before him. This time he was going to tease, to make her beg before he satisfied her. He idly ran his hand over her baggy sweater, going up her hard stomach and circling her high-thrust titties. Something felt rough and lacey under there, and he made it drag back and forth over her nipples. Then he unzipped the fly of her jeans, poking one finger into the metal-lined aperture. Again, the feeling of rough lace, but loose and his finger could push under the edge to feel soft, downy pussy hair on her mound. She held her breath for a moment as she enjoyed his touch upon her cunt. "Turn around." Again, spoken like an order. She faced away from him and her reached around, unsnapping her jeans and pulling them ... slowly ... down past her hips to expose her butt. Surprise! A little something she had borrowed out of her mother's lingerie drawer. A *very* little something. A pink lace g-string that, at the back, was just a narrow strip that disappeared into her butt crack, leaving her buttocks bare. Oh, delicious! Her jeans got thrust rapidly down to her knees as he got his face up close to her ass, licking her smooth firm butt, kissing it, getting his slobber all over it. She felt her rear get wet and cold as he spread his saliva over it, but he had brought his hand up between her legs to touch the gusset of the g-string, and now something else was getting hot! She bent slightly forward so that her pussy lips were now aimed at his face. He tore the pink gusset aside and got down lower, so his tongue could flicker over her delicate sex. She nearly cried out, it was so erotic, so *dirty*, so ... so fucking sexy! He must really care for her if he was willing to do that. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----