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From: bigboy12@freeonline.com (Manny Gotrocks)
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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze, ch 4
Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 04:10:03 -0400
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Once again, this is a very naughty story.  If that bothers you, you
shouldn't read it.

Author would love to hear what you think of the series.

Song of the South:  School Daze, ch. 4
by
Manny Gotrocks
bigboy12@freeonline.com


Dr. Bennett locked his car and entered the school with a spring in his
step.  Today was the day.  Listening to Bob Abernathy tell his story
had really stiffened Bennett's dick and he had decided that it was
time for Jordan Harper and Danielle Ortiz to get what was coming to
them.

"Everything ready?" he said to Belinda Sawyer, stopping at her desk. 
She looked especially hot today; her taffy-colored hair was freshly
highlighted and her makeup completely flawless.

"Yes sir," she said, giving his prick a surreptitious squeeze.  He
grabbed her wrist and removed her hand.

"Let's not go there," he said.  "I don't want to waste anything
today."  He flapped the file he held in his hand.  "Page Mr. Harper
for me, won't you?"  He went into the inner office.  Five minutes
later Belinda opened the door.

"Jordan Harper, sir."

"Show him in," Bennett said, standing.  Jordan Harper entered like he
owned the office.  His hair was buzzed short on the back and sides and
long on top.  It was bleached a rather incongruous blonde; the short
parts showed that his original color was a rather dark brown.  He wore
an orange T-shirt over baggy denim shorts.  Belinda crossed to the
desk and placed a pile of books and magazines on it.

"Confiscated," she said to Bennett and left the room.  The principal
sat down as his secretary's shapely ass swayed out the door.

"Sit," he said to Jordan.  The boy complied, slouching so low in the
chair he was practically lying down.  Bennett opened the file.  Jordan
Harper had moved to Ambrosia at the semester break last year and had
immediately acquired a reputation as a troublemaker.  Bennett had
perused his file and knew that a single mother was raising the boy. 
Even more to the point she was young, probably only about thirty,
which meant she had him at sixteen or so.  Bennett had seen her in the
grocery store once; she was a tall, attractive bottle blonde with a
tattoo on her neck.  The tat told the principal all he needed to know.

"So," he said, holding the file in front of him.  "You seem to be
having some problems getting along with your teachers."  The boy
shrugged.  Bennett stifled a smile.  That shrug would soon be a thing
of the past.  At that moment the phone buzzed.  Bennett picked it up. 
"Yes?"

"This is your wake-up call."  Belinda's voice was sultry in his ear.

He hung up the phone and stood.  "Sorry, I've been called to another
room.  You wait here.  I should be back in just a few minutes.  We
should have plenty of time to get to the bottom of this."  He left the
office.  "Give him, oh, between five and ten minutes," he said to
Belinda.  Bennett then left the outer office, turned right in the
hall, and let himself in to an unmarked door.  It opened into a former
supply closet that shared a common wall with his office.  The tiny
room was now the control center for his cameras.  Bennett had spent a
large chunk of change placing digital cameras, both still and video,
in his office.  They not only provided him with leverage, but he loved
to watch his favorite tapes over and over.  The setup had even paid
for itself; sales of the videos to the black market had fattened his
bank account nicely.  He checked the monitors and adjusted everything
for maximum clarity.

Jordan Harper slumped in the chair, bored.  Or he was bored until he
noticed the title of one of the magazines peeking out of the pile on
Bennett's desk.  It was called Girlfriends.  Jordan looked around,
then leaned forward and teased the mag out of the stack.  It was a
publication devoted to hot lesbian sex with a strong presence of
bondage and rough sex.  Jordan leafed through it, then went back and
started at the beginning, lingering over pictures this time.  His
right hand slid down and began to rub the front of his shorts, which
were already tented.  He was rubbing pretty hard when the door opened
and Belinda Sawyer walked in.

The boy started and tossed the magazine on the desk.  Belinda placed a
few papers on the principal's desk, then glanced at the magazine.  She
had rehearsed this with Bennett the night before.  She was very
carefully positioned so as to be out of the camera's line of sight and
where Jordan's face would be clearly visible as he watched her.  The
magazine had fluttered open.  She looked at the magazine, then at the
boy.  He flushed a bright red, then his jaw dropped when Ms. Sawyer
puckered her lips together and made a kissy-face.  She looked back at
the magazine, trailing her long red nails along the desk, then her
hand moved to her thigh and began to stroke.  Jordan's eyes bugged. 
He couldn't swallow.  Ms. Sawyer looked at him and made the
kissy-mouth and the fuck-me eyes again, then made a motion with her
head.  Jordan was so dumbfounded it took him a second to understand
what she was doing.  She was telling him to unzip his pants and take
out his hard dick!

Jordan hesitated.  Every pore cried out "Do it!" but what if he'd
misread the signal?  Belinda tossed her hair back, smiled at him, then
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her large round boobies encased in a
red lace bra.  As Jordan gasped for breath she freed one of her mams
from its cup, then hefted it in her hand.  Her long tongue snaked out
and teased her nipple, then began to lick it hard.  The boy couldn't
undo his shorts fast enough.  They hit the floor around his ankles,
exposing his boy's schlong.  It wasn't bad for an eighth-grader;
probably four, four and a half inches.  No pubic hair yet, but his
balls had dropped.  He wrapped his hand around his tool and began to
beat off as he watched Ms. Sawyer lick her own tit.

Bennett took out his own penis and began to masturbate in the closet. 
Everything looked perfect.  It was set up so that it looked like
Jordan was whacking off while looking at the open magazine.

Belinda's other hand continued to stroke her thigh, pulling her skirt
higher and higher.  The tops of her stocking came into view, then the
garters.  As the garment completed its journey to her waist she
turned, giving the boy an unobstructed view of her ass and the thong
that disappeared into the valley between her cheeks.  He shivered and
Belinda could see fluid leaking from the eye of his trouser snake. 
There was one more gambit to try.  She reached back and slapped her
ass, making the glorious globe jiggle enticingly.  Then she turned and
stuck a finger in her mouth, making fuck-eyes at him again.  The boy
looked at her, confused.  This caused him to slow his pud-pulling,
which was good.  Belinda stuck her finger in her mouth again and
pulled it out verrrrrrryy slowly while lifting her chin at him.  Now
he understood.  He stuck the index finger of his free hand into his
mouth.  She smiled, then withdrew her dripping digit, turned around,
and slid it down between the cheeks of her ass.  The look she gave him
over the shoulder was unmistakable.  Jordan wavered.  He wasn't sure
he wanted to stick his finger up his asshole.  Ms Sawyer turned and
hooked her fingers in the leg opening of her thong and threw him a
questioning look.  Jordan gulped and jammed his finger into his anus,
jacking off frantically.  Belinda pulled the thong aside.  Jordan
looked at pure, bare, shaved beaver.  He gasped and gushers of cum
spewed from his cock.  The thick white fluid splattered on the desk. 
Some of it may have even cleared the desk and landed on the floor. 
Spent, Jordan Harper collapsed into the chair, shorts around his
ankles.  Belinda Sawyer straightened her clothing and sashayed out of
the room.  Jordan yanked up his pants and looked around, finally
spotting the box of tissues on Bennett's desk.  He cleaned up his
mess, but it took a lot of Kleenex.  He dropped back into the chair. 
He had only sat there a moment when the door opened.

"I'm sorry," Ms. Sawyer said.  "Dr. Bennett has been detained longer
than he expected.  He'll have to reschedule your appointment in a
couple of days."  Jordan nodded, still stunned by what had happened. 
He picked up his back pack and wobbled out of the room.

In the closet, Bennett hit 'Stop.'  In a couple of days, they were
going to have a very, very different meeting.

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