Message-ID: <34010asstr$1008285007@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <breeze@newsranger.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Azil <nospam@newsranger.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <Iy8S7.60498$xS6.99546@www.newsranger.com> X-Abuse-Info: When contacting newsranger.com regarding abuse please X-Abuse-Info: forward the entire news article including headers or X-Abuse-Info: else we will not be able to process your request NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 15:52:56 EST X-Abuse: abuse@jtwis.com X-Added: Message sent through jtwis.com at 2001-12-13 15:53:28 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 20:52:56 GMT Subject: {ASSM} My Reward, Ch59 - 2/2 (MC, MF, Mf, rough, school, public) Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 18:10:07 -0500 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/Year2001/34010> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+