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Subject: {ASSM} RP Song of the South: School Daze, ch. 3 (edited)
Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 23:10:03 -0400
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This story has been edited and improved by the author.  It is still
very nasty and involves forced sex between a grown man and a teenage
girl of another race, spanking, forced analingus and scat.

Author would love to know what you think.

Song of the South:  School Daze, ch. 3
by
Manny Gotrocks
bigboy12@freeonline.com


Bennett took his tray to one of the round faculty tables scattered
throughout the cafeteria.  The ululating hum of dozens of
middle-schoolers filled the air.  Bennett sat down across the table
from Bob Abernathy, a veteran, embittered math teacher.  Abernathy was
hunched over his plate, muttering to himself as Bennett sat down.

"What's the problem today, Bob?" Bennett asked.

Abernathy jerked his head toward the students.  "Look at 'em, bunch of
little whores.  Either their skirts are so short you can see all the
way to Memphis or they're wearing those pants about to fall off their
asses.  And then they wear thongs underneath!  Cock-teasing little
sluts."

"Hey," Ray Dembrow said, settling into the third chair.  "What's
shaking?"

Bennett wiped his mouth with a napkin.  "Bob's unhinged over the
tendency of our young ladies to expose too much flesh."  Dembrow
chuckled.

"Easy for you to laugh," Abernathy said.  "You get so much pussy you
throw it back, and you--" He turned to Bennett-"you're the only guy he
envies."

"Bob, you're too tense."  Bennett took a sip of coffee.  "Is there
anyone in particular who's bothering you?"

"That one, that one right there."  Abernathy pointed with his fork. 
"Little harlot."  He had indicated a tall girl with skin the color of
rosewood and a head of long, springy curls.  She had plush lips, huge
eyes, and the sort of short, straight nose that verified that
somewhere in the past a white man had crawled into the coal cellar. 
Her spaghetti-strap top showcased her swelling boobs.  What Abernathy
had noticed was the way her baggy, saggy jeans hung from the orbs of
her perfectly round ass.  The dimples on either side of her spine were
visible and the top of a black thong was clearly seen diving down into
the waistband.  The pants threatened to hit the floor with every step
as her ass rolled and swayed.  "Whore," Abernathy spat.  "Half the
boys in class are jerking off in their pocket just looking at her."

"Huh," Dembrow said.  "That's Keisha Lewis."

"You know her?" Bennett said.

Dembrow shrugged.  "I had to have some sessions with her last year. 
Didn't do anything... if you recall, my plate was pretty full last
year."  He grinned briefly.  "So, Bob, are you really serious?  You
want some of that?"

"What?" Abernathy said.

"It's just that, if you're serious, I think I might be able to help." 
Dembrow leaned forward.  "Last year, she got in some trouble, some
stealing, tagging graffiti, you know.  We arranged for her to be sent
to juvie.  We requested the Officer Warren deal with her."

"Why?" Bennett asked.

Dembrow grinned, a sly and evil expression.  "Warren's a big bulldyke.
 Pretty much runs the place.  Another of my contacts helped with the
processing.  Said Keisha was scared to death.  Warren did the strip
search, put her fingers up the girl's pussy and in her ass, telling
her all the time how pretty she was and how she, Warren, was going to
'look out for her here.'  Watched them shower, even punched out some
girl for acting up, made sure Keisha knew that might be coming to
her."

"Sounds intimidating," Bennett said.

"That's not the best part," Dembrow said.

"It's not?" Bennett and Abernathy said simultaneously.

"Nope."  Dembrow took a drink of coffee, savoring the look on their
faces as he made them wait.  "My guy said that when they had them all
processed, you know, in those powder-blue jumpsuits, they were
shackled.  Warren was walking around, smacking her billy club on the
wall, the floor, anything, and Keisha's jumping out of her skin every
time.  Finally, Warren comes up behind her, real quiet, then licks
Keisha's ear as she gooses her with the billy club."  Dembrow leaned
forward, lowering his voice.  "Keisha shit her pants."

"No," Bennett said breathlessly.

"Yup.  Dumped in her drawers, right there in front of everybody. 
Pretty big load, too."  Dembrow leaned back, a smile on his face. 
"Keisha was no problem at school after that.  I called her 'Dump' for
a while."

"Well, that's a fine story, but how does it help me?" Abernathy
demanded.

"Simple.  When's she in your class?"

"Fifth period today."

"Okay.  When's your prep period?"

"Sixth period."

"There you go."  Dembrow spread his hands on the table.  "Does she get
in any trouble in class?"

"Little smart-ass cheats at everything."

"There you go.  Keep her after class, tell her you'll have to refer
her to the juvenile authorities because of the cheating.  I bet she'll
be putty in your hands.  If she balks, feel free to mention Officer
Warren."

"Tell you what," Bennett said.  "I'll make sure there's no problem
with her sixth period class.  That way you'll have a full fifty
minutes.  How about it?"

Abernathy shrugged.  "I don't know.  Maybe I'll try it."

"Whatever."  Bennett slapped him on the shoulder.  "I'll take care of
it anyway."

Keisha Lewis strolled into Abernathy's fifth period math class after
the tardy bell had rung and slouched at her desk.  The teacher noted
that she was careful to scoot in her seat so that her pants rode down
another fraction of an inch.  He saw the boys sneaking quick glances,
then staring as their hands crept into their pockets.  Soon every boy
behind her was squeezing his penis like a nurse inflating a
blood-pressure cuff.  Abernathy called on her twice and both times her
response was a shrug and "I d'know" followed by a wink to one of her
girlfriends.  Abernathy's blood was boiling by the time the bell rang
to end class.  Keisha pulled herself out of her seat and sauntered
toward the door.  As she drew even with his desk Abernathy said, "May
I see you, Ms. Lewis?"

She stopped and stood there, bored look on her face, gum snapping as
she chewed.  Abernathy closed the door, twisting the lock, and closed
the blinds.  He turned back to the girl, who stood with her head back,
looking down her nose at him, her eyes half-closed.  "Wha' izzit?" she
drawled.

Abernathy picked up his grade book.  "Ms. Lewis, Keisha, we've had a
real problem with you cheating this semester."

"So?" she said.  "Ain't nuffin' you can do.  Got no proof."  She
grinned insolently and her jaws worked.

"Well, you're right about that," Abernathy conceded.  "But this is no
longer a school matter.  I've talked to Principal Bennett about
contacting the juvenile authorities."

The change in her demeanor was immediate.  She snapped to attention. 
The gum chewing stopped.  Her eyes were wide open.  "Wait a minute,"
she stammered.  "You can't--"

"I can, Keisha, and I will."  Abernathy tossed the grade book onto the
desk.  He sat down at the desk, as much to conceal his boner as for
any other reason.  "It's out of my hands."

"But you--"

"Keisha, why do you expect my help?  You've done nothing but cheat in
here.  You treat me with disrespect, and now you think you'll appeal
to me?  I don't think so."  He shook his head.  "By the way, they said
an Officer Warren is looking forward to seeing you again."

"No, I'll change."  Keisha Lewis was scared.  "I won't dis you no
more."

"How can you say that?"  The teacher waved a hand, taking in her
clothes.  "Even your outfit is disrespectful."

"Please," she said.

Abernathy leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin.  He didn't need
to think, but he wanted to give the appearance of thought.  "The only
way I could believe you if for you to start showing me respect right
now."

She nodded.  "Yes sir."

"Take the gum out of your mouth.  Throw it in the trash."  She
complied.  "Now," he said, "take off your pants."

"What?" her eyes grew huge.

"You heard me."  He came out of his chair fast.  "Pull down you pants.
 Or I call Officer Warren."

Tears welled up and spilled out of Keisha's eyes and ran down her
cheeks.  Her fingers found the button on her jeans and undid it.  She
barely had to tug the zipper and the pants slid over her hips and
dropped to the floor, puddling at her feet.

"Step out," Abernathy said.  Keisha did, sniffling.  The jeans were so
big that she was able to step away from them with no difficulty.  She
stood there in her red top, black thong and black combat boots.  Tears
ran down her face and dripped from her chin.  Abernathy felt like his
cock was bent double in his pants.  He reached behind him and grabbed
the yardstick from the chalk tray.  It was an old-fashioned stick, cut
thick and heavy, made for a lifetime of use.  It was practically an
antique, but it was about to come in handy.  Holding the stick along
his leg, Abernathy walked behind the girl.  The sight of the cord of
the black thong disappearing between her taut butt cheeks almost
buckled his legs.  Without thinking, he drew back the yardstick and
smacked her across the ass.  Keisha yelped and grabbed at her ass.

"Move your hands," Abernathy growled, "or I'll break your fingers." 
Keisha withdrew her trembling hands.  The teacher put fifteen hard
blows across her quivering bottom.  Keisha bit her lip as salty tears
coursed down her face.  Her ass was on fire.  "Take off that
ridiculous thong," he demanded.  Keisha didn't even think about
disobeying.  She yanked it down and over her boots.  She looked
around, confused, the thong dangling from her hand.  Abernathy
snatched it away.  Keisha was naked from the waist down, her
thirteen-year-old pussy and its soft, furry covering exposed.

"Get up on the desk," the teacher demanded.  "On your back."  The girl
obeyed.  "Pull your legs back," he snarled.  Keisha grabbed her knees
and pulled them to her chest.  "Not far enough," he said.  "Get your
feet behind your head."  Keisha's eyes widened with fear.  Mr.
Abernathy had changed from a mumbling old limp-dick into some kind of
monster.  Keisha struggled to grasp her ankles and haul them higher. 
Her thighs were screaming in pain as she finally pushed the soles of
her feet together above her head.  Abernathy stared at her exposed
twat.  He fumbled with his pants, kicking off his loafers as he undid
his belt.  He pushed down his pants and tugged off his jockey shorts,
never taking his eyes off Keisha's coochie.  A scary grin crossed his
face as he stood over her.

"Open up," he said, stuffing his soiled jockeys into her mouth. 
Keisha tasted pee stains as she dreaded what might happen next.  The
teacher raised the yardstick over his head and brought it down flat on
her defenseless pussy.  Keisha howled into the underwear gag, her body
twisting under the punishment as he whipped her peehole.  He stopped
and plucked the shorts from the mouth of the sobbing girl.

"Please, sir, please, I'll never..." She stopped as she realized he
was crawling up on the desk.  He straddled her head, facing away from
her.

"Thought you might like to go right to the source," he said, dropping
his ass down over her face as he resumed lashing her cunt.  Keisha
screamed into his hairy white ass as he beat her private parts. 
"Hey," he gasped, "see if you can make me want to stop."  Keisha began
to lavish kisses and tongue action on his backdoor.  She ate his ass
with an enthusiasm born of desperation.  She pushed her tongue deep
into his bowels, swabbing at the rubbery passage with abandon.  She
would try to get her tongue in far enough to lick his prostate if that
would stop him.  Sweat ran into her eyes and burned.  Finally, the
blows ceased.  He stayed atop her for a while, luxuriating in her
ass-licking, then crawled off of her.  Keisha's limbs screamed in pain
as they were released from their unnatural positions.  She felt her
sweaty back slide along the desk, then a new pain as Abernathy thrust
his prick into her swollen, bruised pussy.  He pinned her to the desk,
pulling her top off over her head and lowering his mouth to her small,
round tits, suckling her nipples as he pounded his cock back and forth
in her.  She grunted in time to his thrusting.  He was so engorged
that he soon felt orgasm approaching.  He pulled out and walked to her
head.

"Better swallow it," he said, pushing his cock into her mouth as his
seed erupted.  He thrust his member deep into her throat and shot his
jizz into her belly.  When he was finished he pulled his limp dick out
and slapped it on her sweaty face, then dressed.  He motioned for her
to do the same.  Keisha pulled her top on, then paused, jeans in hand.
 "Yes?" he said.

"Can I have my panties back?" she asked.  Abernathy took the thong out
of his pocket and inspected it.

"No," he said.  "I don't think so."  He shoved it down the front of
his pants.  Keisha bowed her head and pulled her jeans over her bare
ass.  She picked up her books from the floor and began to shuffle
toward the door.  "Wait," the teacher said.  "There's one more thing. 
I'd like you to repeat a little incident that happened to you at
juvie.  You know what I'm talking about don't you, Dump?"

Keisha shivered.  "Sir, you can't... you don't mean I should..."  She
bowed her head.

"What?  You should what?" Abernathy prompted sadistically.

Her voice was a whisper.  "Dirty my drawers."

"That's precisely what I mean," he said.  "And I'm heading for the
teacher's lounge in a couple of minutes, so you'd better get to work. 
Otherwise, it's Officer Warren and her billy club.  Oh, and turn
around.  Face the door."

Keisha shook her head and licked her lips, then turned away from him. 
Sobbing, tears flowing like a river, she closed her eyes and strained.
 Abernathy watched, a smile on his face as he watched her back quiver
with the effort.  Keisha grunted, there was a sound like a truck with
a bad exhaust pipe, and a strong stink filled the room as something
dropped in her jeans.  Keisha grunted again and Abernathy felt his
prick begin to stir as he saw the seat of her pants droop.  Another
loud fart sounded as her jeans swelled with the load of crap she
dumped.  She looked over her shoulder at him.  He motioned to a desk.

"Have a seat," he said.

Her eyes widened.  "Sir, I--"

"Sit," he commanded and she sat at a desk, squirming as she felt the
contents of her drawers squish around her.  "I just wanted to tell you
that this will not be the last time we do this," Abernathy said.  "Now
you may go."  Keisha Lewis struggled out of the seat and walked to the
door bow-legged, her own waste satcheled in her pants and smeared
around that fine ass.  As the door closed behind her, Abernathy could
feel the cords of her thong wrapped around his dick.  He headed for
the teacher's lounge.  He had to tell Dembrow and Bennett about this.

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