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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze, ch. 2
Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 07:10:03 -0400
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This is a nasty story.  It contains disgusting stuff.  This is your
warning.

The author would love to know what you think of the stories.


Song of the South: School Daze, ch.2



Dr. Bennett whistled tunelessly to himself as he walked down the
hallway.  Almost lunchtime, which meant he would be monitoring the
cafeteria.  It was a good time to scope out potential "discipline
problems."  He'd spent the morning thinking about his next moves.  The
delicious anticipation had driven him to stroking his cock throughout
the time, but he had not given himself release.  Ergo, while his
manhood was not erect, it was still turgid, swollen with congested
blood, and Bennett was aware of the weight of his balls with every
step he took.

He was thinking about this when he saw Annette Cho at the supply
store.  AMS students, like middle-schoolers everywhere, were
continually forgetting pens, pencils and paper.  This was why a small
kiosk had been set up in the wide hallway leading to the cafeteria. 
It sold basic school supplies and Junior Bulldog pennants, buttons,
and temporary tattoos.  Teachers took turns manning the store during
lunch.

Annette Cho was a short, pretty girl of Korean descent.  Neither her
long black hair, cute face, nor sizeable rack had helped in her
post-college job search, not after the details of the affair with her
academic advisor and the subsequent transcript altering were known. 
Two things convinced Bennett to hire her.  First, she had something
most uncommon to Asian women-a round, thick ass.  Second, he obtained
a letter from the academic advisor along with some pictures, the
existence of which was unknown to Ms. Cho at the time.  She had become
a model faculty member.  As Bennett slipped into the kiosk beside her
he noted that she wore a black cable-knit sweater over a white oxford
shirt, a red-and-black plaid short flared skirt, black hose and black
pumps with modest heels.  She looked nervously at him as he sidled up
to her.

"Hello, Ms. Cho," he said, running his hand over her back.  "Mind if I
help out during the lunch rush?"  She looked down and shook her head. 
Bennett's hand glided down her back and over the rough wool of her
skirt.  He reached under the garment; his fingers found the waistband
of her pantyhose.  His digits burrowed under the elastic and
underneath her panties, sliding into the warm furrow of her gluteal
cleft.

"Please sir," she whispered.

"Ms. Cho," he said in a stern voice, "students are going to be coming
any minute."  His hand cupped her ass, kneading it, then his thumb
prodded in between her cheeks.  "Legs apart," he ordered.  Annette Cho
scooted her feet apart.  "Up," he said.  She rose on tiptoe.  He
positioned his thumb.  "Down," he commanded.  She lowered herself.  He
felt his thumb prod the rubbery orifice of her anus, then she opened,
her rosebud sliding over the knuckle of his thumb and squeezing down
on the base, lodging his finger firmly in her bowels.  His middle two
fingers slid forward and began stroking her labia.  She was dry, but
his expert manipulation was soon rewarded as he felt wetness on his
fingers.  He leaned down close to her, close enough that he could
flick out his tongue and probe her ear.  "You know," he said, sticking
his tongue in and swirling it around, "it doesn't seem fair for this
to be a one-way street.  Why don't you unzip me and help me out."  He
could feel her flush as he pulled away.  Her left hand slipped over
underneath the shelf and tugged down his fly, then reached in and
began to massage his cock and balls.  Bennett continued his manual
manipulation, feeling her grow slicker and slicker.

The bell rang and the hallway was filled with running students.  Most
of them didn't notice the kiosk; the few who did only noted that the
principal and Ms. Cho were both there.  They could not see as he
slipped his fingers inside her and wiggled his thumb in her ass,
causing her to stifle a gasp.  They could not see her delicate hand
inside his pants, tugging and pulling on his engorged root.  A small
number needed supplies.  Ms. Cho performed these transactions with her
right hand.  Bennett smiled, made chitchat with them and waved with
his left hand.  They stood there until the last student entered the
cafeteria.  When the door closed behind the last pupil, Bennett pulled
her hand out of his fly, zipped up, and quick-walked her across the
hall, propelling her by means of the thumb up her bottom.  He pushed
her though the door of the boys' bathroom, stopping her in front of
the sinks, looking into the mirror.

He pulled his hand out of her and held it to her mouth.  "Ms. Cho, I
seem to have something on my hand.  Could you clean it for me?"  He
thrust the two fingers, which had been in her pussy, into her mouth. 
Annette Cho sucked them clean as he stuck his left hand up her
sweater, squeezing her tits and rolling her nipples.  His fingers
clean, Bennett shoved his thumb into her mouth.  Annette gagged and
tried to pull away, but Bennett pinned her against the sink.  Ms. Cho
surrendered and began to lick the taste of her own ass from his thumb.
 Bennett continued feeling her up as she sucked at his thumb.

He yanked the thumb from her mouth and grabbed her right leg, roughly
forcing her knee up onto the sink.  He flipped her short skirt up onto
her back, then grabbed the crotch of her pantyhose and tugged, ripping
a hole.  Her panties were visible, soaking wet.  He grabbed the fabric
and pulled.  It took three tries before the side seams tore and he
pulled the panties out through the hole in her hose.  Bennett
unzipped, freeing his erection.  He grasped it in his right hand.  His
left hand grabbed Ms. Cho by the neck and pushed her face against the
mirror.  He moved his hand, pinioning her cheek against the glass as
he slipped his throbbing cock through the hole in the pantyhose into
her moist, snug canal.

Annette Cho grunted as he thrust into her.  Drool hung from her lips
and smeared on the mirror as he pressed her face against it.  His
swinging balls thumped into her twat and brushed the nylon.

"Take it," he grunted as he pounded away.  "Take it, you little bitch.
 Take my cock."  She was suspended, one foot on the tile floor, her
knee on the rim of the sink as he pistoned back and forth.  He felt
the tingling in his balls.  He pulled out, his prick swinging free. 
He grabbed her by the sweater and dragged her to a stall.  He forced
her to her knees in front of the toilet and grabbed his cock by the
base.  He slapped it across her lips and cheeks, pummeling first one
side of her face, then the other.  Tiring of it, he pushed his cock
into her mouth, forcing it down her throat.  In a few strokes he
erupted, spraying his scalding ejaculate into her mouth and across her
face.  Strings of the pearly jizz lay across her round features. 
Bennett shook his dick, dropping the last of his seed onto her
countenance.  Annette Cho coughed.  Bennett pushed her back until her
head was suspended over the toilet bowl.  Gripping his penis between
his left thumb and forefinger, he emptied his bladder, playing a
golden stream of piss over Ms. Cho's face, diluting the semen. 
Finished, he straightened up and looked at her.  The exhausted teacher
lay there, her long hair dangling in the toilet water.

"You're a mess," Bennett said as he zipped up.  He grabbed her by the
shoulders and spun her around, then plunged her face into the toilet
bowl.  He flushed the toilet with his foot.  He grabbed a fistful of
her wet hair and pulled her up, gasping.  He waited for the bowl to
fill again, then pushed her head down again and flushed.  He repeated
the process three times, until all the semen was gone from her face. 
He released her hair.  She huddled on the floor, gagging and soaking
wet.  He looked at his watch.  "Hey," he said, "Still time for lunch."

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