Message-ID: <36684asstr$1023012602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: bigboy12@freeonline.com (Manny Gotrocks) X-Original-Message-ID: <41147385.0206012009.6a4dc105@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 2 Jun 2002 04:09:23 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 1 Jun 2002 21:09:22 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze, ch 5 Date: Sun, 2 Jun 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: gill-bates, dennyw This is more of a short interlude, but it's still dirty. Author would love to know what you think of the series. Song of the South: School Daze, ch 5 by Manny Gotrocks bigboy12@freeonline.com Bennett ate lunch by himself. He needed uninterrupted concentration to study his quarry, so he avoided Dembrow and Abernathy and took his tray to a table in the corner. From there he could study her. Danielle Ortiz had a sister, Laura, who was a junior at Ambrosia High. Member of the cheerleading squad. There was a four-year gap in their ages, but it looked like nine months and ten minutes. Danielle might have a hint more baby-fat, a touch of softness where Laura was lean and firm, but they were both true beauties. Bennett watched Danielle as she ate and gossiped with her friends. Her hair was the color of a raven's wing, her skin the shade of sandalwood. She had enormous chocolate-brown eyes and a lavishly lipped mouth. She wore a white poplin shirt over a red tank top, its neck scooped to provide a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her young breasts. Bennett shook his head. How could a twelve-year-old already have cleavage? Probably something in the food or the culture. When she got up to leave, he could see that her jeans were spray-painted on her, and he could also see that she was aware of how the boys were looking at her-there was a little extra roll in that ass for all to see. Bennett watched her exit, then shook his head and finished his lunch. As he came out of the cafeteria he saw Annette Cho enter the teacher's workroom. He touched the knot on his tie, smoothed his hair and walked briskly down the hall. The workroom contained the copy machines, a couple of vending machines, a microwave oven and three private cubicles. Each cubicle had a phone and a locking door so that teachers could make or receive calls away from prying eyes and ears. As Bennett pushed open the door, Annette Cho looked up from the copier. Fear flashed in her eyes. It warmed Bennett's heart. Today she wore a navy jacket over a crisp white blouse and a navy skirt that ended just above the knee. White ankle socks and white sneakers completed the outfit. Her black hair was twisted into a braid that hung down her back. "Good afternoon, Ms. Cho," Bennett said, his voice oily and insinuating. She tried to ignore him as he stood close behind her. "I said, good afternoon." "Good afternoon." She kept her head down, concentrating on the job at hand. "I'm very busy here--" "Too busy to interact with your administrator?" He stepped even closer, pressing his body against hers. "Sir," she said, "this is highly unprofessional--" "Unprofessional?" he snapped. She flinched. He took her chin in his right hand, turning her face toward him and tilting back her head. "Ms. Cho, let's talk about unprofessional. Do you know what's really unprofessional? Let's see, I think those pictures of you sucking off the janitor in the supply closet are unprofessional. I think being found under Mr. Hudson's desk wearing only high heels and a velvet choker is unprofessional. I think that little video loop of you taking up the ass and in your pussy at the same time is unprofessional. Do I need to go on, Ms. Cho?" Her eyes sparkled with tears and his grip on her jaw kept her from shaking her head. Bennett pushed her backward, walking her toward the cubicles. He used his free hand to yank open the middle door, his right hand still holding her face. He shoved her back into the tiny room, then closed the door and locked it behind him. She was pinned against the plywood shelf that ran across the back of the cubicle. Bennett brushed his thumb across her lips, then touched it to them. It was the same thumb he'd shoved up her ass the day before. She knew it and he knew she knew it. She tried to turn away but he grasped her more tightly. Tears trickled down her cheeks and strands of her hair, loosened by the activity, fell across her face. He pressed his thumb upon her lips. An expression of impotent frustration glinted in her eyes, then her lips parted and he pushed his thumb into her mouth. He began to move it back and forth. At first she did not respond, but Bennett's angry look prodded her. She began to suck his thumb as he fucked it in and out of her mouth. "Yes," he moaned as her tongue slid over his digit and her lips clasped it tight. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It was already on the way to full hardness so it took only a few strokes to have the vein-covered length pulsing in his hand. He began to jerk off hard, tugging at his pole with gusto. "Ms. Cho, if you don't want a nasty stain on that blue skirt, I'd get it out of the way," he rasped. Annette's hands tugged frantically at her garment, lifting it to her waist, exposing her strong thighs and black lace panties. "Take those off too," he insisted, speeding up his masturbation. This was harder for her to do, since he kept his thumb in her mouth. Her eyes widened as she jerked her panties down to her knees, then struggled to get them off without being able to see what she was doing. They caught on her left sneaker and it took three attempts to get them off. Bennett couldn't see them, but he knew that her pubes were full and silky. She grabbed her skirt again, lifting it up in the nick of time. Bennett looked into her black eyes, and at her full red lips suckling his thumb and he shot a full load of spunk across her lower belly, muff and thighs. He kept squirting, glazing her with his glistening seed. Finished, he pulled his thumb from her mouth and took her panties. He used the garment to wipe his thumb and then his dripping cock. Satisfied, he tossed them to her. "Wipe yourself off," he said. "And then put them back on. I'll check later." He winked and backed out of the cubicle, leaving Annette Cho to swab his semen with her panties and then pull the soaked garment back in to place. -- 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+