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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South: School Daze
Date: Thu,  9 May 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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This is your warning.  This is a nasty story.

The author would love to hear your opinion of the series.


Song of the South 5

By

BigBoy12


Dr. Pierce Bennett pressed the security button on his keychain and was
rewarded with a chirp from his Lexus.  Dr. Bennett strolled into
Ambrosia Middle School looking very much like what he was, a man who
enjoyed his job very much.  Dr. Bennett loved middle-school students. 
He'd started out loving the girls, but had discovered that he kind of
liked the boys too.

Only once in his seventeen years as AMS principal had Dr. Bennett's
methods been questioned.  In his fifth year the president of the
school board and the superintendent of schools had attempted to
pressure him about his style of discipline.  It had been a near thing,
but Bennett knew that everyone has a weak spot.  He had found the
chink in both men's armor, but more about that later.

Belinda Sawyer had two manila file folders waiting for him.  Bennett
smiled at her.  Belinda held a special place in his heart.  Seventeen
years ago she had been one of his first special projects and now, at
twenty-nine, she was still his devoted lackey.  Her sober business
attire hid the most outrageous and scanty undergarments, worn because
she knew he liked them, and he often, when particularly excited by the
prospect of disciplining a student, would call her into his office to
take the edge off.  She would enter his inner sanctum and a while
later return to her desk with a belly full of his cum.  She was not
the only faculty or staff member under his sway.  Most of the male
employees were accomplices to one degree or another and almost all the
females were in his sexual thrall.  He hired mostly young, beautiful,
sexy women, often with something in their past that gave him leverage.

Dr. Bennett saw himself as a man making an imprint on students at an
age when they were still impressionable.  By the time they reached
high school, many of them were too far gone, so he tried to make the
miscreant and the troublemaker mend their ways.  The fact that this
involved getting his rocks off was just a bonus.  Many a young man had
only realized the stupidity of his rebellious ways after being bent
over the desk with the principal's hard cock wedged into his tight,
virgin shitter.  Similarly, many girls didn't realize the possible
consequences of their teasing ways until he had utterly humiliated
them.

The two students in these files were perfect examples.  Danielle Ortiz
was twelve, a seventh-grader who had blossomed early and loved to
flaunt that fact, and Jordan Harper, an eighth-grade boy whose
disrespect for authority had finally resulted in referral to the
principal.  Bennett spread the files on his desk and read them again. 
Pictures of each student were included and he took his time gazing at
each one.  Danielle Ortiz was a Latina beauty with coffee-colored
skin, lush lips and black eyes and hair.  Jordan Harper was a golden
boy, blond, with a certain arrogance just oozing out of him.  Bennett
placed the photos on his desk and stood, unzipping his pants and
freeing his swelling penis.  He looked at the two pictures and planned
his next moved as he slowly stroked his cock.

***

Guidance Counselor Ray Dembrow loved his job almost as much as Dr.
Bennett did.  His position brought him into contact with kids who were
the most easily manipulated, screwed-up and already downright slutty
ones in school.  As Dr. Bennett plotted his future moves, Ray Dembrow
was enjoying a session with two of his more special cases.

Mandy Gruen and Tori Hall were a pair of eighth-grade girls from
fairly prominent Ambrosia families, prominent enough that when the two
of them were caught smoking behind the gym they were frantic to keep
their parents from finding out.  Dembrow had satisfied himself that
while they were both cute as could be, they were also rather dim,
lacking guidance and probably in need of intensive counseling.  He
also determined that they were both submissive and easily intimidated.
 It had taken weeks but Ray Dembrow's bag of tricks was too deep for
two fourteen-year-old airheads.

He locked the door to his office as the girls entered.  Mandy was
tall, with long, fine blond hair that was up in a topknot today.  She
was a late-bloomer, with a touch of prepubescent lankiness about her
limbs and torso.  Her hips had just begun to widen and her legs to
fill out.  Her features were as pale and fine as her hair; one day she
would be a classic ethereal beauty.  She was still almost as flat
chested as a boy, but she had wonderful pink nipples that grew
rock-hard when Dembrow tweaked or suckled them.  She also wore braces;
today's rubber bands were blue to match her cropped T-shirt.

Tori Hall, on the other hand, had been hit by puberty early and hard. 
Thick, glossy dark hair fell from an off-center part to just below her
shoulders.  Almond eyes, a button nose and thick, puffy lips dominated
her oval face, which still carried just an adorable hint of baby fat. 
She was shorter than Mandy and chunkier, with a full set of curves;
her boobs were probably already in the C-cup range, topped by nipples
that were classic puffers. Her ass was a perfect bubble and volleyball
and field hockey had given her muscular, curvaceous legs.  She wore a
white oxford button-down shirt tied at the waist

Dembrow sat down in his office chair.  Mandy began to undress as Tori
straddled her counselor's thighs and unbuttoned her shirt.  Those
succulent titties were encased in a white lace bra.  She hiked up her
skirt and began to grind her panty-covered crotch against Dembrow's
groin as she presented her tits to him.  The guidance counselor
immediately took one of them in his mouth, sucking the resilient
flesh, feeling it engorge and grow against his tongue.  His hands
reached down and began to maul her bottom, squeezing and pinching as
she rotated her ass against the growing tent in his pants.

Mandy was down to her socks and white Adidas.  Dembrow groaned and
pushed Tori off his lap.  She began to undress as Mandy walked over to
the desk.  Dembrow took a pair of latex gloves from his desk drawer as
the blond teenager bent over his desk.  He wheeled his office chair
behind her.  From this angle he could observe Tori stripping to the
buff as he put on the gloves.  Mandy hated this part, which was one
reason Dembrow enjoyed it so much.  When the assistant principal
busted them, Mandy had attempted to hide the cigarette in her bra. 
The guidance counselor had told them that his purpose for this was to
remind them how futile such behavior was.  He placed his thumbs
between Mandy's cheeks and spread them.  Her pink asshole winked back
at him.  Dembrow extended his index finger and slowly, slowly inserted
it into her snug rectum.  Her sphincter gripped his digit like a vise.
 He began to work the finger back and forth.  Tori stood on the
opposite side of the desk, also naked except for her tennis shoes,
some sort of nylon mesh Nike.  Dembrow inserted a second finger into
Mandy's anus.  She squirmed in discomfort.  He pushed the fingers back
and forth until her bunghole loosened enough for him to add a third. 
She was huffing and puffing now.  Tori came over and stood at the side
of the desk.  Dembrow reached out with his unoccupied right hand and
began to roll her nipple back and forth.  The rosy nub responded, the
puffy flesh inflating.  He continued his two-handed groping for a
while, then pulled his fingers out of Mandy's anus with an audible
'pop' and stood up.

"You know what to do," he said, unbuckling his belt.  While he
stripped Mandy rolled over onto her back.  Tori climbed up onto the
desk, straddling her friend's head.  She bent forward and began to
lick Mandy's pussy.  The blond girl did likewise to Tori.  They were
not into it; it wasn't like a porno fantasy where they discovered that
they always had hidden lusts for one another.  That was part of what
aroused Dembrow so much; they were doing it at his bidding and against
their will.  As he watched them 69 each other Dembrow reached down and
picked up Mandy's panties from the chair.  He wrapped the slippery
nylon around his throbbing tool and began to masturbate with them.  He
didn't go too long, because he didn't want to blow his wad now.  He
left the panties dangling from his erection and slapped Tori on the
ass.

"It's time," he said.  The girls got off the desk, sullen looks on
their faces.  He nodded.  They each made a fist and did
rock/paper/scissors.  Mandy kept her fist closed.  Tori showed two
fingers.  Rock breaks scissors.  Tori's cute oval face looked
distressed.  Dembrow leaned at the waist, placing his hand along the
edge of his desk.  He bent his knees slightly and flexed his legs,
pushing his hairy ass out.  "Okay," he said.  Mandy scrambled around
in front of him, her head underneath his torso.  She grabbed his
throbbing prick in her hand and guided it to her mouth.

Tori, the loser, knelt behind the counselor.  Her dainty hands, the
nails done in shiny bubblegum-pink polish, reached between the cheeks
of his ass and spread them apart.  His asshole was exposed to her. 
Tori Hall leaned forward and stuck her tongue into the middle of her
guidance counselor's browneye.  Dembrow grunted and groaned, flexing
his cheeks, trying to loosen his sphincter.  He would tolerate a
lackluster sapphic 69, but he made sure that the girls gave it their
all when it came to rimming him.

Mandy bobbed her head up and down on his cock, spit dripping from her
mouth and trickling down her boyish chest.  Dembrow rose up on his
toes, clenching and relaxing his asshole, anticipating his favorite
moment-and then it came.  The tip of Tori's pointed tongue slipped
past his tightly puckered anus and slid into his shit canal.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned.  "Eat my ass.  Eat it good."  Tori did,
attempting to push the entire length of her tongue into his colon. 
During one of the early sessions, she had tried to get away with a
perfunctory, half-hearted rimjob.  Dembrow had arranged for a
half-ounce of pot to be discovered in her locker.  She was brought to
him, they stayed in his office for forty-five minutes, and Tori Hall
had slurred speech for fourteen hours due to her numb tongue and
aching jaw.  She had never scrimped on a rimmer again.

All Dembrow's grunting and ass-wiggling made it difficult for Mandy to
keep any rhythm to her BJ.  The purple knob of his cock kept slipping
out of her mouth as he tried to press his ass over Tori's entire head.
 Mandy kept grabbing it and stuffing it back between her lips.  Her
own drool slicked her chin and upper torso.  Dembrow's eyes rolled
back in his head.  He was experiencing sensory overload of the highest
order; one velvet-rough tongue digging in his back door and another
lapping at his schlong.

As fantastic as it felt, time was beginning to run out on the session.
 He grabbed Mandy by the hair and hauled her to her feet, then bent
her back over his desk until she lay on her back.  He then pried Tori
out of his crack and pushed her over the desk atop her friend.  This
gave him prime access to two fourteen-year-old twats.  Soon he would
embark on the task of busting the girls rumps, but for now he
contented himself with lining his throbbing pecker up with Tori's
furry snatch and driving it home.  He alternated strokes-first Tori,
then Mandy.  Then he spent a couple of minutes on Tori, then a couple
of minutes on Mandy.  The sweaty torsos rubbed against each other,
Tori's tits wobbling against Mandy's flat chest.  Dembrow could tell
their pussies apart by feel-Tori's more-abundant pubes tickled his rod
and her cunt was snug and gripped his wang.  Mandy, on the other hand,
lubricated more copiously in spite of herself, lending her a slicker
feel.

He eyed the clock.  Session over in ten minutes.  He began to fuck in
earnest, forcing his erection into their coochies over and over.  When
his balls ached and his asshole clenched he stepped back, pulling
Tori's hair, forcing her onto her knees.  Mandy slipped down next to
her.  Dembrow beat his meat, jerking at his pulsing staff until thick
streams of cum squirted from the gaping eye and splattered across the
girls' waiting faces.  Spurt after spurt issued forth until both teen
faces were covered in a thick layer of white man-goo.  They began to
lick each other's faces; the rule was that they had to clean each
other before they could leave.  Dembrow perched on one of the chairs,
watching the two girls gobbling jizz off each other's cheeks and
noses.  They finished with four minutes to go.  Dembrow leaned back in
the chair, hooking his legs over the arms.  Rule number two: he had to
be clean and dry before they left.  The girls crawled to him and began
to lick at his crotch and ass-crack.  Roles were reversed; Tori
concentrated on cleaning the love juice from his member and sucking
the last drops of fluids from the urethra while Mandy lapped at his
rear cleft, cleaning the sweat from his nether valley.  He signaled
his satisfaction with their efforts with less than a minute to go. 
They scrambled to throw on clothing as he dressed.  They were still
breathing hard as he ushered them out of the office.

"Ms. Burden," he said to his secretary, "make sure and schedule the
girls for next week."

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