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Subject: {ASSM} My Reward, Ch59 - 2/2 (MC, MF, Mf, rough, school, public)
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My Reward
By Azil
Copyright 1998-2001


Disclaimers: 

This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific
person, living or dead. 

Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not
mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them,
or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he
doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't).

This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may
be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors
to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't
illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway.


CHAPTER 59: PRINCIPALLY SEX (PART 2)

A glance at the school budget that morning with the real principal had showed me
that most of the "extracurricular activities" funds went (as usual, I suspect),
into supporting athletics. 

To correct this disparity, I organized a lunchtime "Fuck the Jocks" festival,
during which students for a few bucks could fuck the athlete or cheerleader of
their choice. A number of shy, mousy girls got the chance they'd been waiting
for to lose their cherries to the school studs (and it looked like a few might
have created lasting impressions on the studs). Several geeks got to screw the
babes. And there were an impressive number of donations to pay for gay and
lesbian sex. I also charged a small fee for watchers, with all proceeds going to
support the Chess Club's trip to a tournament in San Diego.

After lunch, I decided to spend the afternoon visiting various classes and
adding my bit to the educational process.

Naturally, I dropped in on the sex education class (which was called something
like "Health and Body Awareness").  When I arrived, the teacher, Mrs. Hardnot (I
swear), was giving them some crap about Fallopian Tubes, which had the kids just
about falling asleep. When she saw me, the teacher smiled ingratiatingly and
said, "Well, students, we are honored by a visit from our Principal for a Day,
Mr. Mallory." The kids grunted in acknowledgement. "Would you like to say
something to the class, Mr. Mallory?" she went on.

"I sure would," I answered. "Look, I know you kids don't give a shit about
Fallopian Tubes . . . ."

"Really, Mr. Mallory, it's important to understand . . . ."

"Nobody cares about Fallopian Tubes. Not even the Fallopians. Anybody here who's
going to become a doctor or nurse will get that stuff in college - the rest of
the world doesn't give a damn." I turned back to the class. "What you folks want
to know about is how to do the job right, so let's talk basics."

I signalled to an attractive little brunette in the first row to come forward,
and in a moment had her sitting on the desk, her skirt up, her panties down, and
her legs spread. "This is her vulva," I said, pointing between her legs, "also
known as pussy, cunt, twat, snatch, or a bunch of other names."

"Open it up, sweetie," I said. Catching my meaning, she pulled open the lips,
and I pointed again. "That's the vagina. That's where you put your cock, guys. I
know most of you know that, but we're starting with basics here."

"Inside there," I said, sliding a finger in, "somewhere on the upper wall above
the entrance, is her G-spot." I felt around until the look on her face indicated
I'd found it. "She'll know you've got it because it will make her think she
needs to piss. Also because it feels good. Right?" I said to my assistant. She
nodded with a smile. "Treat a girl right," I preached, "and you'll get invited
back for seconds."

I went on to discuss and demonstrate the care and feeding of the clitoris (which
led to a demonstration of orgasms), and then moved on to tits and nipples, with
a short digression into necks and earlobes. We then brought a young man forward
and went through a similar routine. Finally I had the girl, under my direction,
demonstrate proper handling of the penis ("Treat it gently, girls, just like you
touch your own clit when you're masturbating"), followed by a blowjob demo
("lots of tongue, girls, a fair amount of suction, and NO teeth"). This demo led
to a demo of ejaculation, which led to a spirited discussion among the class on
the relative merits of shooting in the girl's mouth, on her face, or (a minority
viewpoint) on her boobs. I did my best to convince the girls that spitting is
rude.

This couple returned to their seats with the thanks of the class, and I called a
number of girls forward to demonstrate the variety of body types (being always
careful to remain positive, and discuss the good points of each type). We
displayed large and small breasts, and I had the boys feel several so that they
could understand the differences in texture. The stroking of the breasts led of
course to erect nipples, another subject for discussion, and again I had the
boys suck on a few nipples to become familiar with the taste.

Luckily, there were a couple of girls in the class who had puffies.
Interestingly, they were somewhat embarrassed about having "weird nips", but I
assured them that a great many men find puffies to be great treats, and I
noticed from the looks on several boys' faces that they felt likewise. These
girls' phones would be ringing.

We then had a show and tell on circumcised and uncircumcised cocks, and let the
girls play with one of each type. 

I had noticed that a couple of the kids seemed embarrassed a bit earlier when I
mentioned masturbating (I remember as a kid thinking that I was the only person
on earth doing this evil thing), so I discussed different ways of masturbating,
and had kids demonstrate their personal favorites. This of course led to
discussion of the fantasies we each get off on while jacking off. 

One girl said she had always wanted to be done by three guys at once. Too bad
you weren't in the gym a little earlier, I thought to myself. But what I said
aloud was, "Well, honey, this is your lucky day! Any volunteers?" Three guys had
her stripped and fucking quicker than I could write this sentence.

That inspired a small, skinny guy in the back of the room to raise his hand
timidly and say, "I've always wanted to fuck my mom."

"Will a teacher do?" I asked, smiling over at Mrs. Hardnot, who immediately
began unbuttoning her dress. The boy smiled nervously, nodded eagerly, and was
soon all over her, forgetting my lecture on technique until Mrs. Hardnot
reminded him to slow down. I could easily have brought his mother in of course,
but I wanted to work with the resources at hand.

This reminded me to pass on to the male students Benjamin Franklin's excellent
advice to young men that they should seek out older mistresses.

Earlier, a girl who had been sitting in the corner had caught my eye, though I
hadn't had a chance to get a good look at her. She had slouched, semi-bored,
through much of the class. Now, perhaps prompted by Reward, she came forward.
"Hi, I'm Libbie Colter," she said huskily, "and what I like is fucking authority
figures."

I approved of her preference, especially since it was obvious who the authority
figure of choice was. 

I recognized the name from my conversation with the school secretary, though I
would have recognized her as the school beauty without any prior warning. She
had, to use some of my classic movie favorites as examples, the body of Marilyn
Monroe, the face of Audrey Hepburn, and the cool, aristocratic self-assurance of
Grace Kelly.

She advanced toward me, her designer casual outfit revealing just enough of her
exquisite, lithe body to entice every man, while her carriage told all but a
favored few that they had no hope. She stepped close and grabbed my head,
pulling my lips down for a hard, demanding kiss, her tongue spearing into my
mouth. As suddenly, she pulled away. "Take down your pants," she said calmly.

At once I understood her game. She wanted authority figures all right - because
no one else was a challenge to her own authority. I pictured with amusement what
she probably did with her quarterback boyfriend.

I obeyed her orders, dropping my trousers to the floor, while she knelt to
examine my cock critically, then insert it between her perfect lips and give it
a few desultory licks and a half-hearted suck or two before saying "That's
enough," then standing to pull down her own pants while sitting on the edge of
the desk. Spreading her legs, she said in that same tone of calm command, "Eat
it."

I was getting a kick out of her game, but even if I had resented her tone of
command, I would still have obeyed - this meal was too good to pass up.

I knelt reverently in front of the goddess and looked at the feast she was
offering. Not shaven but trimmed, the pale pink inner lips peeped out
invitingly. A princess of course wouldn't deign to open her own labia, that was
work to be performed for her by lesser beings, so I reached forward to
delicately pull apart the lips.

I never tire of the sight. Whatever the color, from the palest pink (like this
one) to fiery red or deep magenta - it doesn't matter, I just love pussies. My
contemplation of this one was cut short when a hand applied to the back of my
head informed me that its owner expected service. I hastened to obey.

My head moved forward to where I could smell her musky odors more strongly. My
lips touched hers in a chaste kiss, before mine parted, and my tongue came
forward. Then my tongue was on her lips, then between them, then curled tight
and pushing into her hole. 

The hand touched my head again, and the princess said softly, "My clit." Again I
obeyed, my tongue shifting its attention slightly northward to touch the little
bud. The princess shuddered softly and sighed, as I repeated the action, then
allowed my finger to join in, sawing slowly into her vagina as my tongue laved
at her clit. 

Libbie shuddered slightly again, and took in her breath raggedly. "That's good,"
she said huskily, touching my head. When I looked up from my labors, she
gestured to me to rise and said, simply, "Fuck me now."

Not a directive I've ever questioned, though I was surprised she had stopped me.
Then I realized that she had probably stopped me precisely because she was
enjoying herself too much. Libbie Colter wouldn't want to lose control.

I rose and stood in front of the desk, while Libbie waited cooly to be serviced.
She looked up at me, smiling softly with the superiority given to her by her
beauty - she knew that no man could look at her without wanting her, and that
any man to whom she granted access to her pussy would repay her with slavish
gratitude.

I was grateful, that was damn sure, as I pushed my cock between the soft, warm
lips and into the tight channel within. It was wonderful, at first, to be inside
her, to see lying before me a creature of such beauty. At first. But ultimately
unsatisfying.

Libbie was too controlled - I wondered if she received any pleasure from sex, or
if it was just a game for her. She seemed to be studying my face to gauge my
reactions more than she was enjoying her own reactions.

I pushed her back from the edge of the desk and climbed up, lying atop her, so I
could enter her more fully, and began to drive down into her. Simultaneously, I
told Reward to turn up the heat.

Immediately, her hips, up to now barely moving, began pushing back in time with
my own, her arms raised to circle around my back.

Gradually, every nerve-ending of her body began to tingle with Reward-enhanced
lust. Her body shook as her passion rose to uncontrollable levels. The princess
was at war with the new-found slut within.

Libbie was resisting, dying to cry out in her lust, but needing always to remain
cool, to stay in command. She knew she was enjoying this too much, that she was
losing control, but it was too much for her. Her legs wrapped tighter around me,
as her cunt drove upwards. "Fuck me," she cried out finally. "Fuck me harder,"
she shouted again, then merely grunted unaristocratically as the first waves of
her orgasm washed over her. She held tight as I drove into her a dozen more
times, each harder and faster, her orgasm rising to a new level with each
thrust, as her grunts became a low moan, gradually rising as I shot into her and
she clasped me hard against her perfect body.

"I've never had it like that," she began, then tried to reassert herself. "You
were very good," the princess praised me. "I'd like you to do me again some
time."

I thanked her.

We were just about to deal with anal sex when the bell rang (I considered
extending the class and seeing how Libbie's cool reserve would deal with being
buttfucked, but decided to give it a pass this time), so I instructed Mrs.
Hardnot to make it her topic for the next day. She looked as if she'd be likely
to carry on my good work.

I had had so much fun there that I decided to visit a French class, where we
spent the whole period on kissing (though of course that progressed to caresses
of various types) and oral sex.

 From there I next moved on to Western Civ, where the interrupted Sex Ed class
was effectively resumed, because they were studying the Greeks. When the teacher
introduced me to the class and asked me what I'd like to do with them, I told
her that it was my opinion that, in order to really understand the Greeks, it
was important to understand the form of sex to which they gave their name.

She agreed that it was an interesting and innovative approach to teaching, and
asked if I'd like to buttfuck her educationally. Since she seemed to have a butt
well worth fucking, I agreed.

We cleared off her desk, threw our clothing on the floor, and I mounted her ass
(it was as good as indicated) from behind. Although normally I just let Reward
take care of such details, I first lubed her, while reminding students how vital
the step is in anal sex. "If you're fucking a girl's cunt, she'll usually supply
the lube," I pointed out as I was climbing on their teacher, "but you need to
bring your own if you're going into her butt - or if you're going into a guy's
butt, as was so popular among the Greeks. Alexander the Great preferred olive
oil," I added, making it up as I went along.

As we fucked, I explained the benefits of buttfucking to the guys - mainly that
it feels great because it's tight, it's really dirty (a benefit never to be
overlooked), and it's a great alternative if they have a girlfriend with a loose
pussy. The teacher spoke up, telling the girls that it hurt at first, but that
it wasn't bad after a while (not a ringing endorsement, I felt), and that those
aspiring to roles as submissives should consider it as a good way to demonstrate
their degradation.

I asked her if she'd ever done it before, to which she replied, between gasps,
"Only with my German Shepherd." I considered dropping in on the German class
next, but decided that that was a bit too perverse for me, and then realized
that there were getting to be relatively few things that fit into that category
- I was getting more like Beth every day.

Instead of German, I headed next for Family Living. I have no idea what they
teach in a class like this - I think it's an updated version of Home Ec, with a
few more boys than Home Ec used to get. It seemed to have possibilities, though,
so I dropped in.

As I entered, the teacher was asking the class to name the most important
elements for a successful family, trying, it was obvious, to elicit answers such
as trust, love, security, etc. When she introduced me, I told the kids that
those were all very important elements, but that the essential element of a
family is kids. "Without kids, it's not a family, it's a couple," I pointed out
logically enough. "So let's discuss kids. In order to have kids, you need to get
pregnant," I argued, ignoring for purposes of my lecture the possibility of
adoption. 

With a (metaphorical) wave of my hand, I made all the girls in the class six
months pregnant (reminding Reward, in case I forgot, to undo it when the class
ended), then brought a couple of them to the front of the class, where another
metaphorical wave stripped them.  "You'll note that their tits get a lot
bigger," I pointed out, "which is something most guys like about pregnancy. The
downside," I noted, "is the inevitable sag that follows."

I also talked about how pregnancy often makes a woman more sexually receptive,
demonstrating by stroking one of my models up to full speed in about thirty
seconds flat (okay, I had help from Reward). We then demonstrated some of the
alternatives to missionary that are most comfortable for both partners. 

It being a course on family, naturally I needed to remind them of the importance
of loving their family. "It's love that holds families together," I explained.
"Parents need their children's love as much as the children need their
parents'." The kids nodded very seriously. "Girls, if you haven't fucked your
father lately, how can he be sure of your love?" I could see them examining
their consciences - concerned about the way they had been failing in their
filial obligations. "The same for boys and their mothers, of course," I added.
"And of course you have an obligation to your bothers and sisters - especially
toward your younger siblings who need to be taught and guided in the right
directions."

"Promise me that you'll go home tonight and fuck the hell out of your families."
They nodded eagerly, some with tears in their eyes. "That's great," I wound up,
"and never forget that the family that screws together, eats cashews together."
Which of course made no sense whatsoever, but they took it as exceptionally
profound, and actually applauded me as the bell rang for the end of the day.

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