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"Do you know how to give a good blowjob to a man?" he asked her after
looking around to make sure no one else was in earshot.
"Yes I do," she said matter of factly. "I used to give them to Frank
whenever I was on my period."
"Good," he told her. "I want you to stay here and continue to eat for
about five minutes or so after I leave. I then want you to come to my
classroom and knock on the door. In the meantime you will behave as
normal and you will tell no one of these plans."
"Right," she assured him.
"Good," he said, standing up and tossing his sandwich back in the bag.
He crumpled the entire thing up into a ball and then picked up his
soda. "See you in five minutes or so."
With that, he walked out of the teacher's lounge, tossing the bag in
the garbage on the way, and began heading back to room 237. This was
not an unusual occurrence to anyone in the lounge. Many of the
teachers utilized their lunch period for catching up on homework
correction or finalizing lecture notes.
He unlocked his classroom door and stepped inside, closing it behind
him and making sure the lock was disengaged. He stood by the doorway
for a moment, taking in the rows of empty desks and the blank
chalkboard. A quick glance at the blinds assured him that they were
all closed tightly, as per normal, allowing no view through the
windows. Everything was in order but doubt assaulted him once again.
He wasn't really going to go through with this, was he?
"Lesser of two evils," he told himself firmly, walking over to his
desk. "The lesser of two evils."
Laura arrived right on schedule, knocking loudly on the door and coming
inside at his command. He instructed her to lock the door and then to
come over to him.
"Nothing that I ask you to do is unusual," he told her as he leaned
against the edge of his desk. "You will do it without hesitation and
to the best of your abilities. To you it will seem no more than a
request that any friend makes of another, something that you will be
glad to help with."
"Okay," she told him, smiling a little.
He took one last look at her DSLs, still feeling the guilt but easily
pushing it aside with justification that he was protecting his students
by relieving the pressure. "Take out my cock and give me a blowjob.
You will swallow it all when I come."
"No problem," she said lightly, the way someone replied when you asked
them if they would return some rented videos for you on their way
home. She sank to her knees before him, her skirt riding up and
showing him her nylon clad legs all the way to her upper thighs. His
cock gave a large lurch just at seeing this and he felt intoxicated
with the power he was displaying.
"Make it a good one," he told her.
"Of course," she said, somewhat self-righteously. "I've never had any
complaints about my blowjobs before."
"Then prove it," he said.
She reached to his waist and undid first his belt and then the button
on his slacks. She slid the zipper down to the bottom and tugged his
waistband until the slacks dropped down around his ankles. His cock
was pushing the front of his BVDs out like a tent and the front of them
was moist with all of the pre-cum he had been drooling throughout the
day. She let her fingers slide into the waistband of the underwear and
a second later they joined the pants around his ankles, allowing his
turgid dick to sample the air. Like it had been with Julie the
previous day, it was as hard as steel, the veins bulging out on it.
She looked at it clinically as it waved before her, giving a slight nod
of approval. "Not bad," she told him. "It's bigger than Frank's."
"It is?" he said, a little surprised. Paul's dick was a statistically
average six inches long and a statistically average inch and a half
thick, the same size that ninety percent of the adult males - black,
white, Indian, or Asian - in the United States sported. Had Frank, her
ex-husband, been cursed with a small member? Frank the tough cop, the
SWAT team member? Was it possible?
"Oh yes," she told him. "He was barely four inches when he had a
firmy."
"A firmy?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"You know?" she said, putting her hand on his member and stroking up
and down a few times. "A woody, a puffy, a hard-on?"
"Ahhh," he replied, enjoying the caress of her fingers as they moved up
and down on him. "A firmy. Of course."
"He was the classic Freudian principal in action," she said, continuing
to jack him softly up and down. "He had the big four-wheel drive
Suburban, the large caliber guns, the toughest assignment in the
toughest job. All of it was compensation for his small dick."
"That's very interesting," he said for the second time to her that day,
only with more truth behind it this time. "But how about you get to
work? It shouldn't take long the way I'm feeling right now."
She shrugged. "Whatever you say," she told him.
With that she applied her puffy DSLs and her pink, wet tongue to his
cock. He felt her engulf him in her mouth, slurping him in and slowly
deep-throating him until she contacted his pubic hair. He sighed at
the sensation, the guilt of taking advantage of her like this only
adding to the pleasure. Continuing to apply suction she slid her lips
back up slowly and then pushed them back down.
"Ohhh, yesss," he groaned, letting his head fall back on his
shoulders. "Now that's how I spell relief."
She giggled a little around his cock but kept sucking him, bobbing up
and down and slurping away with her tongue. Saliva glistened on his
shaft and dripped to the floor at his feet, the odd drop landing on her
nyloned thighs. The feeling was just the right amount of pressure from
her lips and just the right amount of hand action against his shaft.
She had not been lying when she had said that she was good at this.
This was undoubtedly the best blowjob that he had ever received, even
better than one of Terry's, which was saying quite a lot.
He looked back down, taking in the sight of her dark hair in his lap.
His breathing quickened as he felt the machine of orgasm starting to
fire up. Consumed by lust and wanting to increase his stimulation, he
reached down and let his hands grab her firm tits through her top.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed, pulling her mouth free and
looking at him with open hostility. "How dare you touch me there!"
Adrenaline slammed through him and his orgasmic urge, which had been
approaching inevitability, suddenly retreated. What had happened?
What had he forgotten?
"You think just because I give you a blowjob," Laura demanded, "that
you can start feeling my tits? I oughtta tell Terry what kind of
perverted, sick husband she..."
Suddenly it came to him. He had told Laura to do whatever he asked and
to not think it unusual. But he had not ASKED to touch her tits. He
had just done it and she had reacted as Laura would normally have
reacted to such a thing. "Everything you say will be taken literally,"
Clinton had told him. And oh, how true that was.
"You want me to touch you," he told her, projecting. "It's not unusual
and you enjoy the sensation of my hands upon you. You've always wanted
me to touch you in intimate ways."
Again, as with Julie, her face changed faster than he would have
thought possible. She lowered her head back to his lap and slurped him
into her mouth once again, bringing his wilting erection instantly back
up to fullness. She reached up with her own hands and grabbed his,
placing them back on her tits.
The adrenaline retreated as the sensation of her sucking re-took his
attention. Under his fingers he squeezed and kneaded her firm
breasts. As the orgasm began to build again he undid the first three
buttons of her top and slid his fingers inside of it, forcing them
beneath her bra until her bare titflesh was against his palms. They
were warm and soft, the nipples pushing against him.
"Yes," he breathed, feeling his hips begin to rise and fall a little as
her head bobbed up and down. Her hands were back in the game, jacking
him as her mouth did its work.
"Swallow every drop," he grunted to her as the spasms began, moving
from his groin throughout the rest of his body. With a suppressed
groan he began to shoot an incredible amount of jism into her mouth.
Her cheeks and throat worked frantically to swallow it all down.
When the spasms died out she slurped and sucked until every drop was
down her gullet. She cleaned his cock with her mouth so well that
there was nothing but her saliva upon it by the time she pulled free.
"So what do you think?" she asked sweetly, looking up at him with a
friendly smile. "Do I give a good blowjob or what?"
"You give a fantastic blowjob," he assured her, removing his hands from
her tits and helping her to her feet. He gave her a brief kiss on the
lips, just letting his tongue slide between them long enough to contact
hers. When he pulled back he said to her, projecting just a tad, "Tell
me the truth, did you enjoy that?"
"No," she said simply. "I hate giving head, I always have. I did
enjoy your hands on my tits though."
"You hate giving head?" he asked. "Then why are you so good at it?"
She shrugged a little. "I learned it back in high school when I
started dating. That was when AIDS first came out you know and I
didn't want to have intercourse before I was married. So, in order to
keep my social life active, I learned to suck a boy off so good that he
wouldn't NEED to fuck."
"I see," he said, still standing with his pants around his ankles. "So
you never fucked anyone until you fucked Frank?"
"Never," she told him. "I probably sucked off twenty guys. Probably
gave handjobs to another twenty. But Frank took my cherry on our
honeymoon." She frowned a little. "Wasn't exactly worth the wait
either."
"Oh?"
"Can you say: "anticlimactic"?" she asked, taking a Kleenex from the
box on his desk and dabbing at her lips a little. "He jumped on me
that first night and jabbed that thing in me like it was a crowbar or
something. Talk about bleeding. It felt like I was being reamed out
by one of those plumbing snakes. Luckily it only lasted a few
minutes. Luckily he was only four inches."
"Ain't that some shit?" Paul reflected quite honestly. "Didn't it ever
get any better?"
She scoffed at this suggestion. "With that little dick? And with only
two minutes per fuck at best? I'm telling you, men are shitty lovers.
All of you."
"All of us?" he asked, his interest piqued. "Have you ever fucked any
man besides Frank?"
"Well," she said, "no, not exactly. But he's a typical man isn't he?"
"Not really," Paul told her. "I've never had any complaints from
Terry."
"No," she said reflectively. "You haven't. She DOES say that you're
pretty good in bed. But I always thought that she was just saying that
as an excuse for why she doesn't need me."
Paul looked sternly at her, wondering if he was hearing her correctly.
"Need you?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"Need me to pleasure her," she said simply. "She always tells me that
you keep her satisfied enough. But she's lying to me. At least a
little bit anyway. She wants me. She wants me bad. But I just can't
get her to do more than fool around a little."
This time Paul nearly choked. Was she saying what he thought she was
saying? "Fool around a little?" he asked in a weak voice. He re-
projected at her, just to make sure. "Now tell me the truth about what
you're saying. What do you mean by fooling around?"
"I've managed to get Terry to play a little with me on occasion," she
said absently, tossing the Kleenex into the wastebasket and buttoning
up her blouse. "She lets me feel her tits, feel her pussy sometimes.
A few times she's even let me eat her." She gave him a stern,
disbelieving look. "She claims that you eat pussy as well as I do.
Obviously she's standing up for you and is not serious."
Paul could not have been more surprised if Laura had told him that
Terry sometimes sacrificed small children to the moon god. "Wait a
minute here," he said, massaging his temples a little. "Are you
telling me that my wife, Terry Woods, English instructor here at this
school, has let you eat her pussy?"
"Uh huh," she said, nodding, rubbing at a wet spot on her nylons.
"I've always had the hots for Terry. She's quite a piece."
"Oh wow," he said, shaking his head in amazement. There was no
question that Laura was telling the truth. After all, he had
instructed her to do so. "Does she ever eat you?"
Laura shook her head with sad frustration. "She hasn't yet," she
said. "She rubs me off with her hand sometimes, usually at the movies,
and she kisses me. She's even sucked my tits before. But she won't go
down, no matter how much I beg her. But she will someday," she vowed.
"I just know she will."
His mind reeling, he said: "Tell me how this relationship between you
and my wife came to be."
"Well," she told him. "I've been hot for her since the first time I
ever saw her. That was when I started teaching here after I got
transferred from Lincoln High two years ago, remember?"
"Yes," he said numbly.
"That's when Terry and I started hanging out. It was just friendship
at first, at least from her end, but as we got closer and closer and
started to talk more and more intimate with each other, it developed
into something a little bit more. I've always had feelings for women,
ever since I was a little girl. I used to watch the other girls in the
shower in junior high and then go home and rub myself off thinking
about their tits and their pussies. I ate my best friend out during a
sleepover at her house when I was fourteen. It was easy to seduce
her. I just initiated a game of truth or dare and before you know it,
I had us both naked and practicing french kissing with each other. A
little while later I dared her to let me suck her tits. Pretty soon I
had my mouth on her pussy. She was just like Terry though. She
wouldn't do me in return and she never hung out with me again after
that, but I still rub myself thinking about that episode."
"That's uh... very arousing," Paul said truthfully, unable to suppress
the image of the teenage Laura munching her best friend. "But what
about Terry. Tell me that part."
"Okay," she said. "Do you remember when we went to Las Vegas that
time?"
"Yes," he said, nodding. It had been not quite two years before, back
when Laura was still fat and married.
"That was the first and the best time. We got drunk in the casino and
then went up to the room and got in the hot tub naked. We were sipping
out of some wine and talking intimately, like girls do, when I asked
Terry if she'd ever done it with another woman."
"And had she?" he asked.
Laura shook her head. "No," she said. "She told me that she had
always been curious about it but that she had never done it before.
She told me that she got really turned on when she watched a porno
flick and the woman to woman sessions would come on. She admitted that
she sometimes fantasized about getting eaten or about sucking tits when
you were fucking her."
"Wow," Paul said softly, fascinated. His pants were still at his
ankles and his dick, despite just being discharged, was stiffening up
again at the thought of his wife engaging in homosexual activities. He
began to rub it a little. "And then what happened?" he prodded.
"And then," she continued, "I told her about my experiences with other
women. By that time I'd had quite a few of them. I had a long
relationship with a roomate back in college and had had the isolated
affairs with a few others." She smiled nostalgically. "I even seduced
Frank's sister once when she was drunk. Now she was quite a piece,
although she never really talked to me again after that. But anyway,
Terry was like real interested in what I was saying so I scooted a
little closer to her and put my hand on her tit. Her nipple was hard
so I started rubbing it with my fingers, making it harder. She didn't
stop me, she just pretended that she didn't realize what I was doing.
I took this as permission to continue so I leaned over and started
sucking on her nipple."
"And she let you do that?" he asked, stroking a little harder. His
dick was now turgid once again.
"She loved it," she assured him. "She quit pretending she didn't know
what I was doing and started running her hands through my hair. She
actually pulled me closer to her. Once she did that I let my hand go
between her legs under the water. I started fingering her while I
sucked her tits and she started feeling my tits back. I got her to
suck my tits a little in return and to feel my pussy up. But when I
lifted her out of the water so I could start eating her, she suddenly
told me to stop."
"She did?" he asked, switching hands and slowing his action.
"She said it was wrong," Laura told him. "That it felt good and that
she really wanted to continue, but that it would be cheating on you.
She got out of the tub and dried herself off. Before she could get
dressed I came up behind her and started feeling her tits again and
kissing the back of her neck. I let my other hand go back to her
pussy. She was very wet."
"Terry always has liked being felt up from behind while you kiss her
neck," Paul said.
"Oh yes," Laura agreed. "She kind of leaned back into me and kept
saying that it was wrong, that she couldn't do it. But she didn't try
to stop me. I led her over to the bed and laid her down. I knew she
was mine when she spread her legs for me." She sighed a little,
squirming. "Terry has such a nice pussy."
"She does, doesn't she?" he said.
"I went down between her legs and ate her out," she went on. "I ate
her for almost an hour. I feasted on her. I made her scream when she
came Paul. I made her fuckin scream."
"She screams for me too," he told her, suddenly wondering why he was
stroking his own dick when he had a perfectly good pussy available to
him. "Pull your pantyhose down and sit on the edge of my desk," he
told Laura.
"Sure," she said, reaching up under her skirt and grabbing the hem.
She gave a push and a wiggle and forced the nylons down her sexy legs.
She pulled one leg completely free and left the other one inside. She
sat on his desk.
"Are you wet?" he asked her.
"Very," she said. "Talking about Terry is turning me on."
"Open your legs for me," he commanded.
She did so, showing him her hairy black bush and her swollen red lips
peeking from beneath it. Her odor was sharp and tangy as it reached
his nose. He slid a finger out and ran it between those lips, probing
them. As he suspected she would be, she was tight. He brought the
finger to his lips and tasted her secretions, enjoying the acid bite of
her flavor.
"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked her lustily, positioning himself
between her legs.
"Not especially," she told him mildly.
This brought him up a little short. He had told her to be honest now,
hadn't he? "But you'd like to fuck my wife, wouldn't you?" he asked
next.
"Oh yes," she said with unmasked enthusiasm.
"You WANT to fuck me," he told her, projecting. "You've always wanted
to fuck me. The very thought of my cock in your cunt makes you
excited."
"Yes," she breathed. "I want you to fuck me."
"That's better," he said, pushing his hips forward until the head of
his cock was nestling between her lips. Her bare legs came up around
his back, the soft flesh pressing into him, the dangling end of the
pantyhose tickling his butt. He rubbed his cock up and down a few
times, wetting it thoroughly, and then slid it forward. Her lips
grasped at him, making it feel almost like he was slipping into a
nicely lubed ass she was so tight. It was actually an effort to force
himself in all the way, but a pleasant effort none the less.
"That feels nice," she said, kissing his cheeks with her DSLs. "It
goes in a lot farther than Frank's ever did."
"I would hope so," he said, kissing her back and nibbling on her neck.
He began to slowly thrust in and out of her, feeling her muscles
clenching and releasing with each stroke. "Have you ever fucked any
man besides Frank?"
"Never," she told him. "At least not until now. I'm usually not real
interested in men. I just married Frank because my family would never
understand if I was openly... oooh, that feels very good... openly gay."
"I see," he said, picking up the pace a little but keeping it still
somewhat slow. The friction of her wetness was very pleasant and he
did not want to come just yet. "Tell me the rest of the story about
you and Terry," he told her.
Her voice a little broken from his fucking, she nevertheless went on.
"Well," she said, "after I ate her on the hotel bed that night, I
crawled up her body and started kissing her. She kissed me back for a
little while and kept feeling my tits but I could tell that something
was wrong. I asked her if she would go down and eat me too and she
stopped and started crying."
"Did she?" he asked, giving her an extra hard thrust to the hilt, just
for good measure. "Was she feeling guilty?"
"Uh huh," Laura panted. "She kept telling me it was wrong what we had
done, that it was perverted, that it was cheating. I kept trying to
tell her that it wasn't, that it was right, that women were the only
ones that could please each other, but she wouldn't listen. She just
kept saying that she had betrayed you, that she had cheated on you, and
that it was wrong."
"And you said...?" he asked, letting his hands grab at her firm
asscheeks on the top of his desk. He used them for leverage to
increase the power of his thrusts. Her pussy was now drooling a stream
of her juices onto the simulated wood grain surface of his desk.
"Well I tried to convince her that it wasn't wrong, of course," she
said. "I was horny as hell after everything that had happened and I
needed some fucking relief!"
Paul gave her an extra hard thrust, moving her backward a bit. "You
know something Laura?" he asked her. "You're just as cruel sexually as
a man."
Laura shrugged a little, putting her own hands on his ass. "I felt bad
about it afterwards. I was drunk and horny. When you're like that you
try to do what you gotta do to get laid, don't you?" she asked him.
"So she didn't eat you then?" he asked her.
"She didn't do anything else for me that night," she answered, her
breath coming even faster now. "I might've been able to talk her into
a hand-job or something but I didn't push it. I just told her I was
sorry and went and rubbed myself off in the bathroom. By the time I
came back from that, she was asleep. The next morning she was very
regretful and so was I. After all, Terry is my friend and I don't like
ruining friendships just for sex. I'd let things get out of control
and I swore to her it would never happen again."
"But it did," he said.
"It did," she agreed, her breathing now erratic. She fought for
control and finally gained it. "Nothing else happened until the we
went to see Titanic at the movies a few months later. I could tell
that Terry was still kind of interested in doing me. I could tell that
just by the way she kept hanging out with me. And though I swore I
would never try anything with her again, I just couldn't help myself.
Do you know what I mean?"
"Oh yes," he admitted, sliding his hands up and down her thighs. "I
know what you mean."
"We ended up fingering each other while we watched the movie. I wanted
to go down and eat her right there but she wouldn't let me. She did
take my tits out of my blouse and suck on them while she finger-banged
me. She gave me a real good come."
"But she's never eaten you?" Paul asked.
"Never," Laura panted, starting to thrust her hips back at him now.
"She usually doesn't even let me eat her. Whenever we go to the movies
she'll let me kiss her and feel her tits and finger her until she comes
and she will sometimes finger me back. Once, when she was really
horny, she let me eat her out in the car in front of your house when we
came home, but she won't go down on me. She always apologizes and
tells me that she just can't do it. She's always regretful after we do
that to each other too." She gave him a meaningful look. "She loves
you a lot Paul. I can tell she really wants to go all out with me, but
she won't because of you."
"Sorry," he said sarcastically, the image of his wife engaging in
lesbian sex now overriding the image of his female students.
"It's not your fault," she said, squeezing his ass and pulling him
forcefully to her at each thrust. "You're just too nice of a man I
guess. It's too bad Frank wasn't like you. Maybe we would've stayed
married a little longer."
"Uh huh," he said, becoming too breathless to talk any further. He
began to drive into her with gusto now, his balls slapping against her
crotch with each thrust. She too seemed to have lost the ability to
talk. Her grip tightened on his ass and their mouths came together in
a sloppy, tongue dueling kiss.
"Oh God," she groaned, "I've always wanted to fuck you you know."
"I know," he told her, kissing on her neck.
A moment later her cunt tightened almost painfully around his cock as
she came. Her fingernails bit into his ass cheeks and she pulled him
forcefully against her, her hips undulating wildly.
"Oh, yessss!" she moaned. "Oh Godddd, ohhhhhh!" She shoved her tongue
back into his mouth, sucking at his and biting his lip. She continued
to moan into his mouth.
When her orgasm faded away he began driving into her like a piston,
striving for his own come. The walls of her pussy continued to clench
and unclench with each thrust and the constant stream of juices
continued to pour out of her onto the desk. He looked down and saw his
wet dick disappearing and reappearing in her folds, saw the swollen
lips stretching and contracting, saw her bulging clitoris peeking from
its hood. He shifted his grip from her ass to the tops of her thighs
and pulled her tighter to him, lowering the angle of attack. A wet,
squishing noise of penetration accompanied each stroke, followed by a
liquid slap as his balls impacted her.
"Come in me," she told him. "Shoot your come in my pussy."
"Is it safe?" he managed to grunt out to her as he felt the tingles
beginning.
"I just finished my period," she told him. "You won't knock me up.
Now come in me!"
The spasms began and his thrusts became erratic as waves of pleasure
spread through his body once again. He put his mouth back to hers as
he shot into her clenching cunt, feeling it milk him with the muscles.
When the last spasm died out and the last dribble was sucked into her
chasm he let his head fall to her shoulder for a moment. They clutched
at each other, letting their bodies return to normal, and his dick
wilted within her, finally popping out and releasing a drool of slimy
juices onto his desk and the floor. He raised his head and looked at
her. Her face was sweaty and flushed.
"I feel much better physically," he told her, "but you've certainly
given me quite a shock in other ways."
"You asked me to tell the truth," she told him.
"Yes I did," he agreed, pulling free and reaching for his pants. He
pulled them up. He looked over and saw that Laura was still just
sitting on the edge of his desk, her pantyhose down and her juicy pussy
exposed to his gaze. "Oh," he said, shaking his head a little at the
literal way everyone took everything. "You can get off the desk now
and get dressed."
She did so, standing up and grabbing a handful of his Kleenexes. She
dabbed at her pussy with it, mopping up all of the juices and then
tossed it in the garbage can. She pulled up her pantyhose carefully,
fretting a little over a stain and a run that had appeared on them.
Paul watched her thoughtfully as she went through her motions, his head
still reeling over the information she had just provided him.
"Tell me something Laura," he told her. "Is Terry the only woman you
have sex with these days?"
"As if," she said, rolling her eyes upward. "I have an ongoing
relationship with Diane Ferguson and I go to Omaha a lot to have one
night stands in the gay bars there."
"Diane Ferguson huh?" Paul said without a whole lot of surprise. Diane
was the girls' gym teacher and, like girls' gym teachers the world
over, was an obvious butch lesbian. "Are you two a steady thing?"
"Diane wants us to be," she said, adjusting her skirt a little. "She
wants me to come out of the closet and move in with her and all of
that, but I just can't be openly gay. I just can't. My parents would
disown me and this is freakin Lincoln, Nebraska, not San Francisco. We
have terrible fights about this sometimes and break up for a while.
But we always get back together again and she always agrees to play by
my rules: secrecy and I get to sleep with whomever I want. There's not
a lot of other gay women in this town for her to sleep with you know,
so she goes along with it."
"Interesting," he said thoughtfully, eyeing the stain on his desk and
floor. He looked back over at Laura. "Have you ever had sex with a
student?" he asked her.
She looked genuinely shocked at this question. "Of course not," she
said. "Who would do something like that? Besides our principal, that
is?"
"Good point," he allowed. "But have you ever THOUGHT about having sex
with one of the girls in your classes?"
"Just about every day," she said. "How could you NOT think about it?
They sit there day after day, class after class, facing you in those
little outfits that they wear, all young and innocent looking. I've
rubbed myself to sleep more than once fantasizing about it. But doing
it? Never! It's just not worth it."
"I see," he told her. "But just suppose for an instant, that you could
have one of them if you wanted without any chance of anyone ever
finding out about it, without the girl herself even realizing you had
done it."
"Without the girl knowing it?" she asked, confused. "How would you do
that?"
"How you would do it is beside the point," he told her. "Just suppose
for the moment that you could do one of them and they wouldn't even
remember it afterword and no one else would know. If there were no
risks to it, no consequences, would you?"
She didn't hesitate. "In a hot fucking minute," she told him. "I'd
have a pussy on my desk every lunch period and I'd have two of them
coming home with me each night."
"So the actual moral aspects of sleeping with a student," he said,
seeking clarity, "do not bother you. It is just the fear of getting
caught that prevents you from exercising your desires for them,
correct?"
"Correct," she affirmed.
"Interesting," he said. "Very interesting."
He deprogrammed her a moment later, making her forget that she had ever
come to his classroom that day and that she had ever told him anything
about Terry. As far as she knew she had spent the bulk of her lunch
period that day in her classroom correcting papers. After she left he
spent about five minutes cleaning himself up with a box of baby wipes
that he kept in his desk to clean the chalk off of his hands. He wiped
his crotch and his hands until they smelled like a baby's butt instead
of an adult's pussy. He then wiped off his desk and the floor.
No sooner had he finished his tasks then the bell sounded and his fifth
period students began to shuffle into the classroom. The girls were
still quite attractive to him and he was still wondering how long he
would be able to forgo the temptation to sample one of them, but the
desire was no longer as frantic as it had been before lunch. He had
releived himself and he had other things, like his wife having her
pussy eaten by a closet lesbian math teacher, on his mind.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen," he said once everyone was seated
and the roll was taken. "Shall we begin our fascinating discussion on
the ramifications of the Battles of Lexington and Concord now?"
Chapter 3 to follow soon.
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