Message-ID: <26267asstr$968677807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: gcirby@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8phsmc$bsn$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Sep 11 06:05:06 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP: Absolute Power 2 by Gary Cirby 2/2 Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2000 09:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/26267> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge, IceAltar ABSOLUTE POWER 2 2/2 Send comments to gcirby@hotmail.com "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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