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Subject: {ASSM} {Thigh Vs. Thigh} "Never Been Stroked" (F/M, Mast, Teachers)
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 02:10:03 -0400
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	This is a sexual story written and copyrighted by me, Shon 
Richards.  Please don't post, repost or place on your website without 
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Never been Stroked
By Shon Richards

	It was a frightening mission.  Bethany Taylor was nervous, more 
nervous than she was last week when marksmen were shooting at her.  
These psychopaths were amateurs, filled with rage and hormones that 
were barely held in check by a minimum of self-restraint.  Even the 
halls creeped her out as they recalled to her terrible memories of 
battles fought in the past.

	"Oh well, I might as well start," the tense blonde whispered to 
herself.  The warning bell had ringed and now a fresh pack of predators 
were looking at her.  She resolved to show no fear and to isolate her 
target as soon as possible.

	"Good morning class, I'm your substitute teacher for today.  You 
can call me Miss Taylor."

	The class said nothing.  The teenage boys were amazed that 
teachers could be as sexy as Bethany while the girls of the class 
instantly hated the busty blonde like only insecure girls could.  
Bethany was wearing what she thought was modest clothing: a long 
sleeved white blouse that clung to her curves and a simple black skirt.  
Her golden hair was pulled back in a bun but there was no hiding how 
soft and alluring her hair was.  She was also wearing black-rimmed 
glasses to make her look more cerebral but unfortunately it only made 
her look more commanding.  Half the males in the class were staring at 
her to remember her when they masturbate next.

	Bethany continued with her speech.  "Since this is a computer 
science class, I'm sure all of you won't mind if I just let you play 
videogames today.  I'm not very proficient with these computer things, 
so I'll just stay out of your way today."

	The class applauded.  Bethany resisted a smile.  The savages had 
been calmed and since this was third period, the mission was almost 
over.  She consulted the seating chart left by Mr. Sanders.  She did 
allow herself a smile over Mr. Sanders.  The computer teacher met with 
an unfortunate accident last night when Bethany's booted heel 
repeatedly connected with his forehead.  With Bethany's computer 
skills, she was able to insert her name into the list of substitute 
teachers which brought her one step closer to her target: Eleventh 
Grader and destructive computer hacker; Ryan Frase.

	Bethany allowed the class a few minutes to get distracted and 
considered her options.  The young man was sitting alone in the back of 
the classroom.  She found it hard to believe that this skinny geek with 
the wild red hair and massive freckles had brought Bethany's company, 
Diligent Enterprises, to their corporate knees.  In a midnight rampage, 
Ryan had hacked deeper into Diligent Enterprises computers than anyone 
had accomplished before.  He was just shy of the files on cyborg 
politicians when the computer system had finally kicked him out.  If he 
had succeeded, then the company would have resorted to using one of 
their orbital lasers when they tracked him to his home address.  
Instead, he now had to deal with one of their best corporate agents.  
Bethany wondered if the kid had any idea of how lucky he was.

	She considered several options of removing him from any witnesses 
before finally settling on one.  Bethany got up and walked around the 
class; trying to look stern and nonchalant at the same time.  Her heels 
clicked on the floor and drowned out the sighs of the teenage boys she 
passed by.  Slowly, she made her way to Ryan, standing behind him as he 
typed away with blazing speed.

	Maybe it was the High School setting that inspired her plan.  
"Young man, is that a porn site you're on?" Bethany asked in a stern 
voice.

	Ryan spun around, a blush almost overwhelming his freckles.  The 
class laughed and Bethany felt a twinge of pity.  His screen was filled 
with code that Bethany could already tell was rather intricate and 
specialized.  There was genius in his mind but his peers easily shamed 
him.  

	Squashing any mercy within her, Bethany scowled.

	"You're coming with me young man, right to the principal's 
office!" she commanded.  "Turn off that filth before we leave!"

	"But it's not porn!" Ryan whined.  Bethany growled.  The stupid 
kid was going to complain.  

	Her hand shot out to his neck and applied a painful pinch.  
Ryan's face contorted with pain.  The kid might be a master of future 
technology but Bethany was a master of a more ancient technique.  

	"Turn it off," she commanded again.  There was no since in his 
code being copied or seen by others.  She had mentioned porn, someone 
was bound to see if he had any and then where would her story be?  The 
painful neck pinch also encouraged Ryan to rise and walk with her.  
Bethany told the class to behave in her absence and led the young 
hacker out the door.  This was going to be easier than she thought.

	"The best part is that slut, Amy, isn't anywhere to be found," 
Bethany mused.

~~~

	"Amy Valentine, FBI," Amy lied to the terrified school principal.  
She flashed her badge and he read the false identification.  "We have 
reason to believe that a student of yours is hacking into the 
President's personal files."  

	It was a weak lie, but it was better than telling him that Amy 
was a hired gun for Paragon Industries, a major corporation that took 
offense when kids broke into their computer systems and changed their 
entire payroll to buy out to a Seymour Butts.  

	"Holy shit," the balding principal replied.  

	"Holy shit indeed," Amy said in return.  She was looking very 
intimidating today.  She was wearing a formal black suit that somehow 
managed to cling to her nicely shaped legs and ass.  Her brown hair was 
loose around her face, framing dark sunglasses that obscured her eyes.

	"I thought FBI agents traveled in pairs?" the principal asked.

	Amy frowned.  That was a good question.  She worried briefly 
about her sex appeal since it didn't distract him from thinking 
clearly.  There was nothing to worry about.  After years of watching 
teenage girls walking through the school wearing less and less 
clothing, the principal was immunized against any form of sexual 
arousal.   

	"My partner is waiting in the car, so he can coordinate a rescue 
team if your kid goes mental," Amy thought quickly.

	"Oh," the principal answered nervously.  "Well, Ryan is in Mr. 
Zanders' computer class right now.  It's the second building from here, 
on the second floor.  It's room 211.  I can buzz the room and tell the 
teacher you're coming."

	"No," Amy snapped.  "I don't want to give the punk any warning.  
Just remain quiet and I'll handle this.  This is what they pay me the 
big paychecks for."

~~~

	"Where are we going?" Ryan complained as Bethany dragged him by 
the ear to the girl's bathroom.  She kicked open the door and swung 
Ryan inside. 

	"What are we doing here?" he asked and the busty blonde threw him 
up against the far wall.  

	"Jesus!  Who are you?" he demanded.

	Bethany walked up to him, her face impassive and her breasts 
swaying with each step.  She unpinned her blonde hair and shook her 
head until the blonde tresses cascaded free.  The blonde stared him in 
the eye and smiled.

	"Quit asking questions and listen," she said.  "Diligent 
Enterprises was not amused with your break-in last night.  You made a 
mockery of our defenses and you cost us a fortune in upgrading our 
security.  What are you looking at?"

	"Nothing!" Ryan snapped in fear.  His eyes just couldn't rise 
above those wonderful mounds she carried in front of her.  

	"Pay attention!" Bethany said.  "Our computers are the backbone 
of our company and we can not tolerate threats.  Quit looking at my 
tits!"

	"Sorry!" Ryan answered back.  He looked at her face and tried to 
listen to her but it was impossible.  She was saying something about 
his fun last night and he knew he was in trouble but she was stacked!  
Her tits were bigger than Angie Brewer's in English class!  Ryan just 
watched as the white material of her shirt just seemed to stretch with 
every breath the woman took.

	"Damn it!" Bethany snarled.  The buttons flew off her shirt as 
she ripped her blouse open.  Ryan gasped at the sight of the white lacy 
bra that held her amazing cleavage.  Bethany pulled her left bra cup 
down and placed Ryan's hand on her bare breast.  The kid moaned as his 
fingers sunk into the yielding flesh.

	"Now will you listen to me?" Bethany asked.  His goofy smile was 
answer enough.

~~~
	Amy stepped into the classroom and paused as kids scrambled to 
get back into their chairs.  They had been gathered around a computer 
screen where now one kid was desperately trying to shut down the 
pictures of a nude tennis star.  Amy allowed herself a moment for their 
fear to sink in before barking orders.

 	"Which one of you delinquents is Ryan Frase?" Amy demanded.  She 
flashed her badge for good measure.  

	A kid in the front snickered.  "The substitute teacher took him 
to the office," he said.

	"Substitute teacher?" Amy asked.  She saw a name written in chalk 
on the board and swore.

	"Miss Taylor?" Amy said to the class.  "Blonde woman with 
excessive growths on her chest and no ass?"

	"That's the one!" Wendy Shepard answered.  She was the proud 
owner of a 38D chest and she had not been happy to be upstaged by a 
teacher.

	"Damn, he might already be dead," Amy said before leaving.

	The brunette looked around and saw two bathrooms in line of sight 
from the classroom.  She picked the closer one first, the girl's 
bathroom.  Voices could be heard from the other side, which confirmed 
Amy's suspicions.  

	"FBI, freeze!" Amy yelled before kicking open the bathroom door.  
She charged in and swung her gun around at the strange sight before 
her.  

	A teenage girl was sitting on a bathroom sink with her skirt 
around her waist.  Between her thighs was an older woman, obviously a 
teacher but why the redhead was licking the student's sex was beyond 
Amy's comprehension.  To the side was a boy with a video camera, 
filming the entire sordid scene.

	A blow to the back of Amy's head knocked her to the ground.  Her 
gun went skidding across the tiled floor.  The stunned brunette looked 
behind her and saw a huge hulking teenage boy.  He had been standing 
behind the door, obviously on lookout.

	"Mrs. Guthrie ratted on us!" the boy with the camera yelled.  
"The damn bitch called the FBI!"

	"No, I didn't, Master!" the terrified kneeling woman answered.

	"Fuck, bitch.  You don't think I'll release those nude pictures 
of you to the newspaper?" the boy snapped back.  

	Amy raised her head as the bigger boy who had attacked came 
closer.  She looked at the teacher and saw that the woman's hands were 
bound in front of her with handcuffs but the camera angle the boy was 
filming from wouldn't show that fact.  Her training in espionage 
tactics told her immediately what was going on.

	"This is a blackmail operation, isn't it?" Amy said as the huge 
boy grabbed her by her belt.  He lifted her up easily and grabbed her 
arms.  Damn, he was powerful.

	"Maybe Mrs. Guthrie didn't rat on us after all," the boy with the 
camera said.  He was a sleazy looking bastard.  Amy could tell he was a 
heartless punk with no class just by the way he wore his baseball cap 
backwards.

	"It looks like we got two sluts now to be our slaves," the boy 
laughed.  "Being a blackmail Dom rules!"

~~~
	"Here's the deal," Bethany said.  She paused to see if Ryan was 
paying attention.  He was kneading her breast eagerly, pulling and 
flicking her nipple like it was a new game.  Bethany reflected that it 
just might.

	"yes?" Ryan asked.  Good, he was paying attention.

	"Diligent Enterprises can either press charges and have you tried 
as an adult with our extensive legal power, or, you can get hired by 
us."

	"cool!" Ryan said with glazed eyes.  He was twisting her nipple 
slightly, enjoying the way it hardened.  

	"Let me finish," Bethany warned.  "We can't exactly hire a kid to 
hack for us, so we'll have to remove you from society.  A kidnapping 
will be arranged and we'll relocate you to an island where we have 
several of your kind.  You'll be hacking into computers around the 
world with the greatest computers ever built but you have to give up 
your present life."

	"that sucks," Ryan said.  "I can't just disappear.  My mom will 
be upset.  I've got an online tournament to play next month.  What 
about Wendy Shepard?  I was going to ask her out this weekend."

	Bethany thought of the busty Wendy and smiled.  Hackers must have 
an amazing ego if this kid thought that girl was ever going to go out 
with him.  She realized he needed a reality shock.

	"Listen Ryan," Bethany said as she reached for his pants.  He 
said nothing as she unzipped him, but then, what teenage boy would?

	"Maybe you don't understand what we are offering," Bethany said 
as she pulled his pants down.  Ryan's hand clenched on her breast.  

"You will be on an island, free of any laws."  Her hand pulled 
his underwear down over his hard cock.  He had a decent six inches on 
him, nicely red and swollen.

	"Laws?" Ryan gasped.  His hand was slowly squeezing Bethany's 
breast as his hormones raced.

	"Oh yes," Bethany said.  Her hand grasped his cock and his knees 
shook.  "You see, we can reward you any way you desire.  Want liquor?  
Want to drive around the island in your own jeep?  Why, we can even 
provide you with women."

	"Women?" Ryan asked, his voice breaking into a higher pitch.

	"Women, as in three to serve your every needs," Bethany said.  
She began to stroke his cock with slow pulls.  

	"And you look like a boy with needs," Bethany said.  Ryan moaned 
in response.  The blonde kept pulling and stroking.  His cock was so 
warm in her hands.  Bethany wondered if she even had to lubricate her 
hand.  

	"God!" Ryan gasped.

	No lubrication will be unnecessary, Bethany thought.  Her palm 
would rub over his tip and pre-cum was already coming out.  When her 
thumbnail pressed down over the length of his shaft, Ryan would shiver 
almost to the point of falling. 

	His hand was no longer doing anything with her breast except 
squeezing.  Bethany winced as his fingers dug into her soft skin but 
that was the hazards of the job.  Her nipple was as hard a bullet under 
his palm and when his hand shifted and rubbed her swollen tit, Bethany 
would tremble a little herself.

	"Do you need this?" Bethany asked.  Her grip tightened around his 
pulsing cock.  

	"Yes," Ryan moaned.  He grabbed the sink nearby to help him stand 
but he never let go of Bethany's magnificent breast.  After years of 
dreaming of tits, he wasn't going to let go of the first one he got his 
hands on.

	"Then say yes, and you can have this everyday," Bethany urged.  
She began to twist her hand over his cock, swirling grip that rubbed 
her palm all around his manhood.

	"Yes!" Ryan agreed.  His cock was now slick with his precum and 
sweat and her fist was just sliding over him.

	"Every day," Bethany repeated.  Now she switched to a simple push 
and pull.

	"Every day!" Ryan agreed.  His cock was vibrating with his 
desire.

	"Every, fucking, day," Bethany said slowly and she took her free 
hand and placed it over his hand on her breast.  She squeezed his hand 
tighter over her breast.

	"YES!" Ryan agreed.  His cock erupted in her palm.  He slammed 
his head back against the wall but he didn't care.  Load after load of 
his seed was spilling into this woman's hand and he was enjoying every 
spurt.  His knees trembled but he stood on his feet as this sexy woman 
continued to stroke and pull his thriving cock.  Her blues eyes locked 
with his as he shuddered, moaned and gasped.

	"It's a good think we have a sink here," Bethany said as she 
pulled her hand free.  "Damn, my hand is going to smell like cum all 
day long now."

	Ryan moaned again.

~~~

	The kid with the camera was unconscious, with his pants down 
around his ankles and his tiny cock limp from the kick Amy had given 
him.  The big kid with the muscles was moaning in the bathroom stall 
Amy had shoved him into.  His arms were broken and he might never play 
football again.  The teenage girl was facedown in the garbage can with 
a broken nose and heel planted in her ass.  All in all, it wasn't a bad 
amount of work for a two-minute fight.

	"Who are you?" Mrs. Guthrie asked as Amy picked the lock on her 
handcuffs.

	"Just a woman who hated high school," Amy answered.  "Who were 
these punks?"

	"Some students of mine," Mrs. Guthrie snarled.  Amy noticed that 
the teacher couldn't be more than thirty.  "They've been blackmailing 
me all semester.  The bastards have a tapes of me; embarrassing tapes."

	Amy smiled.  "You don't have to worry about them anymore.  Go 
back to your class, and be assured that they will never bother you 
again.  I have something planned for them."

	"Thank you, thank you!" Mrs. Guthrie said.  "How can I ever repay 
you?"

	Amy thought about it.  "Flunk a girl with big tits today.  Those 
girls have it too easy."

	Mrs. Guthrie agreed.

~~~

	"Every day?" Ryan asked again as he climbed into Bethany's car.  
They were headed straight for the airport where Ryan would head to an 
island off the coast of France and Bethany would pick up her paycheck.  

	"Every day," Bethany answered wearily.  She was loath to drive 
with her right hand until she got rid of its smell.

	"Wow," Ryan said.  

	After a few minutes, he asked, "every day?"

~~~

	"No, I didn't find the target," Amy said on her cell phone.  "I 
got sidetracked and an agent from Diligent Enterprises beat me to him.  
On the other hand I have three blackmailing teens with sadistic 
tendencies all ready unconscious."

	She paused as they checked their database.  The agent was in 
luck.  They needed research subjects for a new line of mind control 
drugs.  The FDA didn't approve of such things so there was an opening 
for people society wouldn't miss.  It didn't pay as well as the hacker 
would have, but Amy could afford a new horse for her stable.

	"Remember kids," Amy said as she handcuffed the three.  "Leave 
the blackmail and abduction to the professionals.

~~~

	"Every day?" Ryan asked.

The end.

  

	
	 

	 

	 

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