Message-ID: <36403asstr$1020939002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: bigboy12@freeonline.com (Manny Gotrocks) X-Original-Message-ID: <41147385.0205081937.1733f169@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 9 May 2002 03:37:13 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 8 May 2002 20:37:13 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze Date: Thu, 9 May 2002 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This is your warning. This is a nasty story. The author would love to hear your opinion of the series. Song of the South 5 By BigBoy12 Dr. Pierce Bennett pressed the security button on his keychain and was rewarded with a chirp from his Lexus. Dr. Bennett strolled into Ambrosia Middle School looking very much like what he was, a man who enjoyed his job very much. Dr. Bennett loved middle-school students. He'd started out loving the girls, but had discovered that he kind of liked the boys too. Only once in his seventeen years as AMS principal had Dr. Bennett's methods been questioned. In his fifth year the president of the school board and the superintendent of schools had attempted to pressure him about his style of discipline. It had been a near thing, but Bennett knew that everyone has a weak spot. He had found the chink in both men's armor, but more about that later. Belinda Sawyer had two manila file folders waiting for him. Bennett smiled at her. Belinda held a special place in his heart. Seventeen years ago she had been one of his first special projects and now, at twenty-nine, she was still his devoted lackey. Her sober business attire hid the most outrageous and scanty undergarments, worn because she knew he liked them, and he often, when particularly excited by the prospect of disciplining a student, would call her into his office to take the edge off. She would enter his inner sanctum and a while later return to her desk with a belly full of his cum. She was not the only faculty or staff member under his sway. Most of the male employees were accomplices to one degree or another and almost all the females were in his sexual thrall. He hired mostly young, beautiful, sexy women, often with something in their past that gave him leverage. Dr. Bennett saw himself as a man making an imprint on students at an age when they were still impressionable. By the time they reached high school, many of them were too far gone, so he tried to make the miscreant and the troublemaker mend their ways. The fact that this involved getting his rocks off was just a bonus. Many a young man had only realized the stupidity of his rebellious ways after being bent over the desk with the principal's hard cock wedged into his tight, virgin shitter. Similarly, many girls didn't realize the possible consequences of their teasing ways until he had utterly humiliated them. The two students in these files were perfect examples. Danielle Ortiz was twelve, a seventh-grader who had blossomed early and loved to flaunt that fact, and Jordan Harper, an eighth-grade boy whose disrespect for authority had finally resulted in referral to the principal. Bennett spread the files on his desk and read them again. Pictures of each student were included and he took his time gazing at each one. Danielle Ortiz was a Latina beauty with coffee-colored skin, lush lips and black eyes and hair. Jordan Harper was a golden boy, blond, with a certain arrogance just oozing out of him. Bennett placed the photos on his desk and stood, unzipping his pants and freeing his swelling penis. He looked at the two pictures and planned his next moved as he slowly stroked his cock. *** Guidance Counselor Ray Dembrow loved his job almost as much as Dr. Bennett did. His position brought him into contact with kids who were the most easily manipulated, screwed-up and already downright slutty ones in school. As Dr. Bennett plotted his future moves, Ray Dembrow was enjoying a session with two of his more special cases. Mandy Gruen and Tori Hall were a pair of eighth-grade girls from fairly prominent Ambrosia families, prominent enough that when the two of them were caught smoking behind the gym they were frantic to keep their parents from finding out. Dembrow had satisfied himself that while they were both cute as could be, they were also rather dim, lacking guidance and probably in need of intensive counseling. He also determined that they were both submissive and easily intimidated. It had taken weeks but Ray Dembrow's bag of tricks was too deep for two fourteen-year-old airheads. He locked the door to his office as the girls entered. Mandy was tall, with long, fine blond hair that was up in a topknot today. She was a late-bloomer, with a touch of prepubescent lankiness about her limbs and torso. Her hips had just begun to widen and her legs to fill out. Her features were as pale and fine as her hair; one day she would be a classic ethereal beauty. She was still almost as flat chested as a boy, but she had wonderful pink nipples that grew rock-hard when Dembrow tweaked or suckled them. She also wore braces; today's rubber bands were blue to match her cropped T-shirt. Tori Hall, on the other hand, had been hit by puberty early and hard. Thick, glossy dark hair fell from an off-center part to just below her shoulders. Almond eyes, a button nose and thick, puffy lips dominated her oval face, which still carried just an adorable hint of baby fat. She was shorter than Mandy and chunkier, with a full set of curves; her boobs were probably already in the C-cup range, topped by nipples that were classic puffers. Her ass was a perfect bubble and volleyball and field hockey had given her muscular, curvaceous legs. She wore a white oxford button-down shirt tied at the waist Dembrow sat down in his office chair. Mandy began to undress as Tori straddled her counselor's thighs and unbuttoned her shirt. Those succulent titties were encased in a white lace bra. She hiked up her skirt and began to grind her panty-covered crotch against Dembrow's groin as she presented her tits to him. The guidance counselor immediately took one of them in his mouth, sucking the resilient flesh, feeling it engorge and grow against his tongue. His hands reached down and began to maul her bottom, squeezing and pinching as she rotated her ass against the growing tent in his pants. Mandy was down to her socks and white Adidas. Dembrow groaned and pushed Tori off his lap. She began to undress as Mandy walked over to the desk. Dembrow took a pair of latex gloves from his desk drawer as the blond teenager bent over his desk. He wheeled his office chair behind her. From this angle he could observe Tori stripping to the buff as he put on the gloves. Mandy hated this part, which was one reason Dembrow enjoyed it so much. When the assistant principal busted them, Mandy had attempted to hide the cigarette in her bra. The guidance counselor had told them that his purpose for this was to remind them how futile such behavior was. He placed his thumbs between Mandy's cheeks and spread them. Her pink asshole winked back at him. Dembrow extended his index finger and slowly, slowly inserted it into her snug rectum. Her sphincter gripped his digit like a vise. He began to work the finger back and forth. Tori stood on the opposite side of the desk, also naked except for her tennis shoes, some sort of nylon mesh Nike. Dembrow inserted a second finger into Mandy's anus. She squirmed in discomfort. He pushed the fingers back and forth until her bunghole loosened enough for him to add a third. She was huffing and puffing now. Tori came over and stood at the side of the desk. Dembrow reached out with his unoccupied right hand and began to roll her nipple back and forth. The rosy nub responded, the puffy flesh inflating. He continued his two-handed groping for a while, then pulled his fingers out of Mandy's anus with an audible 'pop' and stood up. "You know what to do," he said, unbuckling his belt. While he stripped Mandy rolled over onto her back. Tori climbed up onto the desk, straddling her friend's head. She bent forward and began to lick Mandy's pussy. The blond girl did likewise to Tori. They were not into it; it wasn't like a porno fantasy where they discovered that they always had hidden lusts for one another. That was part of what aroused Dembrow so much; they were doing it at his bidding and against their will. As he watched them 69 each other Dembrow reached down and picked up Mandy's panties from the chair. He wrapped the slippery nylon around his throbbing tool and began to masturbate with them. He didn't go too long, because he didn't want to blow his wad now. He left the panties dangling from his erection and slapped Tori on the ass. "It's time," he said. The girls got off the desk, sullen looks on their faces. He nodded. They each made a fist and did rock/paper/scissors. Mandy kept her fist closed. Tori showed two fingers. Rock breaks scissors. Tori's cute oval face looked distressed. Dembrow leaned at the waist, placing his hand along the edge of his desk. He bent his knees slightly and flexed his legs, pushing his hairy ass out. "Okay," he said. Mandy scrambled around in front of him, her head underneath his torso. She grabbed his throbbing prick in her hand and guided it to her mouth. Tori, the loser, knelt behind the counselor. Her dainty hands, the nails done in shiny bubblegum-pink polish, reached between the cheeks of his ass and spread them apart. His asshole was exposed to her. Tori Hall leaned forward and stuck her tongue into the middle of her guidance counselor's browneye. Dembrow grunted and groaned, flexing his cheeks, trying to loosen his sphincter. He would tolerate a lackluster sapphic 69, but he made sure that the girls gave it their all when it came to rimming him. Mandy bobbed her head up and down on his cock, spit dripping from her mouth and trickling down her boyish chest. Dembrow rose up on his toes, clenching and relaxing his asshole, anticipating his favorite moment-and then it came. The tip of Tori's pointed tongue slipped past his tightly puckered anus and slid into his shit canal. "Oh, yeah," he groaned. "Eat my ass. Eat it good." Tori did, attempting to push the entire length of her tongue into his colon. During one of the early sessions, she had tried to get away with a perfunctory, half-hearted rimjob. Dembrow had arranged for a half-ounce of pot to be discovered in her locker. She was brought to him, they stayed in his office for forty-five minutes, and Tori Hall had slurred speech for fourteen hours due to her numb tongue and aching jaw. She had never scrimped on a rimmer again. All Dembrow's grunting and ass-wiggling made it difficult for Mandy to keep any rhythm to her BJ. The purple knob of his cock kept slipping out of her mouth as he tried to press his ass over Tori's entire head. Mandy kept grabbing it and stuffing it back between her lips. Her own drool slicked her chin and upper torso. Dembrow's eyes rolled back in his head. He was experiencing sensory overload of the highest order; one velvet-rough tongue digging in his back door and another lapping at his schlong. As fantastic as it felt, time was beginning to run out on the session. He grabbed Mandy by the hair and hauled her to her feet, then bent her back over his desk until she lay on her back. He then pried Tori out of his crack and pushed her over the desk atop her friend. This gave him prime access to two fourteen-year-old twats. Soon he would embark on the task of busting the girls rumps, but for now he contented himself with lining his throbbing pecker up with Tori's furry snatch and driving it home. He alternated strokes-first Tori, then Mandy. Then he spent a couple of minutes on Tori, then a couple of minutes on Mandy. The sweaty torsos rubbed against each other, Tori's tits wobbling against Mandy's flat chest. Dembrow could tell their pussies apart by feel-Tori's more-abundant pubes tickled his rod and her cunt was snug and gripped his wang. Mandy, on the other hand, lubricated more copiously in spite of herself, lending her a slicker feel. He eyed the clock. Session over in ten minutes. He began to fuck in earnest, forcing his erection into their coochies over and over. When his balls ached and his asshole clenched he stepped back, pulling Tori's hair, forcing her onto her knees. Mandy slipped down next to her. Dembrow beat his meat, jerking at his pulsing staff until thick streams of cum squirted from the gaping eye and splattered across the girls' waiting faces. Spurt after spurt issued forth until both teen faces were covered in a thick layer of white man-goo. They began to lick each other's faces; the rule was that they had to clean each other before they could leave. Dembrow perched on one of the chairs, watching the two girls gobbling jizz off each other's cheeks and noses. They finished with four minutes to go. Dembrow leaned back in the chair, hooking his legs over the arms. Rule number two: he had to be clean and dry before they left. The girls crawled to him and began to lick at his crotch and ass-crack. Roles were reversed; Tori concentrated on cleaning the love juice from his member and sucking the last drops of fluids from the urethra while Mandy lapped at his rear cleft, cleaning the sweat from his nether valley. He signaled his satisfaction with their efforts with less than a minute to go. They scrambled to throw on clothing as he dressed. They were still breathing hard as he ushered them out of the office. "Ms. Burden," he said to his secretary, "make sure and schedule the girls for next week." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+