                        DISCLAIMER

This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even
contemplated such things, mostly because said characters
do not exist.  Any imagined resemblance to people living
or deceased is either the result of dementia on the
reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a character
this story.  None of these are conditions to be proud of,
and it would not be wise to draw attention to one's self
by claiming any similarity.

    It is assumed that readers of this story have the
permission of the state, mom, dad, and pastor and are
able to tell the difference between real and make-
believe.  Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that he
is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well
thoughts out, humourous insults on his writing skill.
Note: he already knows he cannot spell warth shet.

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sole property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be
recorded, reposted, or profited from in anyway without
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Thanks go to Jack Fleming for his editing.  Remember,
the fuck-ups still belong to me.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

                    Repossessed Teacher
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

   Poor Alex was having an extremely bad day.  Then
again, he had been having a string of ninety extremely
bad days.  It had started when Jenny dropped pictures of
him fucking a seventeen-year-old niece at the family
reunion on his desk.  Betrayed once again by his ever-
raging hard on, he had the choice of two options: one)
Jenny could squeal like a stuck pig on his misdoing or
two) she could squeal like a stuck pig on his ten inch
long, coke-can thick tool and, in addition, she actually
passed algebra. Since then, Alex had been sex slave to a
hot sixteen year old high school student at Gill Thorp
Jr. High where he was on his knees in his own classroom
licking her, wearing nothing but a pair of novelty
underpants.

   With the face of an elephant on them.

   And... well, if you can't figure out the rest, you're
just too hopeless.

   Still, it wasn't as bad as the girls' basketball team.

   His head was hidden beneath the short tan, patterned
dress she wore.  The front moved with the motions his
licking made at her young pussy.  The back pulsed with
the movements of his hands, kneading her cute ass cheeks.
She kept her hands locked to where Alex's ears would most
likely be beneath their shroud.

   Occasionally, he would ease one or both of his hands
away from Jenny's tight teen butt.  With his fingertips,
he caressed the backs and sides of her tanned thighs.  He
also tickled the back of her knees before gently trailing
down to her ankles and back up her thin, athletic calves.

   After having a third orgasm, Jenny pulled Alex
upright.  She took him to his desk where, with quick
movements and skill surprising in such a young girl, she
used several lengths of clothesline to tie him down on
the desk. She attached his arms and legs to each of the
desk legs. The important parts were left exposed and
upright.  Then, she climbed up on the desk to mount him.

   "Oh, damn!"  She looked down at his underwear
realizing her mistake and pulling open his desk drawer.
"I'll guess I'll have to do something about those, Mr.
Goas."

   With careful snips of the scissors she had pulled from
the drawer, Jenny cut the trunk off the elephant's face.
She had leaned down to get a close look at her work.  The
proximity of her full lips to his cock must have given
Alex an idea.

   "Miss Jenny, could you- owwie!!"

   "Mr. Goas," Jenny said after a slap on the exposed
underside of his wrists.  "I said no talking.  Now, I'll
have to get my underpants."

   She hopped off the desk and padded over in her bare
feet to where she had left her panties laying on the
floor.  Her loose mini-dress swung every which way as she
skipped back to Alex.  The panties went into Alex's mouth
(he had the sense not to protest).  As he watched, Jenny
pulled a thick roll of _masking_tape_ from his desk and
placed a strip over his mouth to keep the gag in place
(and losing _several_ style points in the process).

   In short order, she was back on the desk spreading her
tanned, tennis player legs.  She lowered herself onto
her captive teacher's very large erection. Slowly, she
twisted down onto his meat, teasing him with the
movements more than trying to get him in.  She finally
began pumping her hard, teenage body up and down on his
raging hard on, the motion making her unrestrained tits
sway under her dress.  The teen wore a tortured look of
ecstasy on her face.  Not that poor Alex could tell; she
had positioned herself so that he could see no more than
her long blonde hair, the back of her dress, and the, by
this time, familiar undersides of her slim feet.

   Using the strong legs which youth and sport had
blessed her with, Jenny raised and lowered herself with
long strokes.  She moved with a quick, jerky rhythm as if
keeping time with some rock song she had playing in her
head.  Though hidden from view by her clothing, the up
stroke surely left no more than the head of Alex's hard
cock in her cunt.  She groaned with each down stroke as
it hit the deepest parts of her sex and pushed just a
little beyond.  Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra,
jiggled in sympathy with her bouncing.

   Alex could do little more than tense to the teen's
torture.

   She stopped after a few minutes as another orgasm
shook her.  Alex tried to push himself up into her, but
his bonds prevented the movement and held him fixed to
his desk. She paused for, maybe, a moment too long for
the feeling to calm down, but long enough for the need
she had built up in her toy to die down.

   "That was very nice Mr. Goas.  A few more like that
and I _might_ let you cum today."

   She began to fuck Alex again.  This time she was less
earnest about it, and it didn't look quite as sexy.
Fortunately, I had everything on videotape and thus,
decided at this point to break things up.

   "Having fun with my husband, Jenny?" I said as I
walked from the supply closet.  Alex's eyes bulged in
blind panic.  Auto-response excuses started to pour
uncontrollably and unintelligibly into his panty/gag.
Jenny, of course, was calm.

   "Hello, Mrs. Goas."

   "It's Ms. Gamera, Jenny."  I delivered my reply with a
flat tone.

   "I'm sorry, Ms. Gamera," she answered with her eyes
turned down.  I could tell that she had finally guessed
something was wrong.  "What brings you over here?"

   "Oh, my husband."  I picked up a wooden ruler from the
desk drawer, which Jenny hadn't closed.  It was a nice
heavy one, not one of those cheap ones they sell at back
to school sales.

   "What about your husb- owwie!!"

   Her up and down motions had stopped, so I had, not so
gently, slapped Jenny's cute behind.  Then, I swatted her
again, just to hear her squeal.  "I didn't give you
permission to quit fucking my husband, Jenny.  You can
fuck and talk at the same time, can't you?" I said in a
very polite voice.  I slapped her again.  "Come on; back
to work."

   She resumed her fucking, but without the enthusiasm
she had shown before my interruption.  That was to be
expected.  Alex, however, had the good sense to not lose
his hard on, or else she would have been having a rough
time of it.

   "Now, we need to talk..." I started as I played with
the shoulder straps of her dress.

   "Ms. Gamera, I can expl- owwie!"

   "Jenny," I said pointing the ruler at her, "right now
you fuck; I talk."

   I waited until she resumed with the old in and out
before continuing, "Now, three months ago, you told me
that you wanted to rent my poor little Alex as your sex
slave for the school year.  What did I say?"

   Jenny moved in just short little fucks, and tears
began to flow down her cheeks.  "You said it would cost
me two hundred dollars a month."

   I decided that her dress was just too cute to ruin.
Instead of cutting the straps, I lifted it off her body.
As I removed it, she tensed a little but did not fight
me.  I watched her exposed breasts bounce delightfully
with the slight movements of her body on my husband's
dick.  I balled up the dress and threw it with Alex's
things on the floor.

   "Now, I helped you set my husband up," I smiled down
at Alex; the look on his face was so precious that I
almost started to giggle at his shock.  "gave you a few
pointers, and have stayed out of your pretty blonde hair
for the last three months.

   "I just want to know; where is my money?"

   "Well, Ms. Gamera, I- owwie!"

   "Keep fucking, Jenny."

   "Sorry, Ms. Gamera.  I don't have it!"

   "Jenny, you earn two hundred a week at Veronica's
Secrets in the mall.  Plus, there's what you make from
giving your father's friends blowjobs.  You should have
plenty of money."

   "But it's so expensive being a spoiled teenager!"
whined Jenny almost forgetting, again, to fuck Alex.
Tired of her faltering performance anyway, I slapped her
bare, tanned butt cheeks (narrator's note: wears thong
swimwear) once more with a pleasant sounding smack.
"Owwie, I thought I could cut back on the shoes, but..."

   "Well, I'm afraid I'll just have to take my husband
back."

   "Wait, I still have the pictures and he was with a
minor and..."

   "Nope, I made some changes on those and posted them on
a web site I keep.  It would just look like you took some
photos off the web and doctored them."

   I smiled an evil little smile at her.  She just pumped
and down on her perch automatically.  Her face was
screwed up into a look of desperate worry (her eyes held
back tears, her mouth trembled, etc.).  Alex just laid
there, like the good boy he can be when he sets his mind
to it.

   Finally, Jenny wailed out, "But he's so good!"

   "I've noticed.  He is my husband, after all," I said
with a smile.  "But I didn't say I was going to cut you
off completely.  It's just from here on out, you get him
by the night (Jenny's eyes lit up as she rode up on
Alex's shaft) at maybe a hundred a night."

   Jenny just deflated with the next down stroke.  I
reached out for her left breast.  With my index finger, I
traced the small triangle shape of her tan line.

   "But I'm sure we can work it out in kind."  She looked
down shyly at my hand as I tweaked her nipple.  I added
with a wink, "I hope you can eat pussy.  Also, there is
the matter of your debt to pay off.  Could you come over
to our place around nine tonight?"

   "Yes, ma'am."  She paused in her fucking (which I
chose to forgive, momentarily) then said, "Before you
take him back, I have a favour to ask."

   "Yes? and keep fucking, dear."

   "Well, at this party I went to, I saw this chick in
chain mail clean a toilet with some guy's head and I
wanted to..."

   "Nope.  Right now, just finish my husband off and see
that he gets dressed.  Anything else, we discuss
tonight."  I gave my Alex a peck on the cheek.  "I'll be
waiting in my car, honey; I'll drive you home."

   Ten or eleven minutes later, my poor, poor, poor, poor
Alex reached my beamer and let himself in the passenger
side.

   "I'm in trouble, aren't I, Mistress Kendra," he asked
without looking at me.

   "No, this was my game, Alex.  So, you weren't
cheating.  Heck, I even blackmailed my niece to do you at
the reunion."  He sagged into his seat in apparent
relief.  "However, I may have Jenny do some housework
tonight; the toilets need cleaning."
