James Stanford - Teacher_s special homework

"Oh, yes. Doc, ram it in me, lover, all of it," she was saying happily. "Clear in, then clear out, oh, Christ I love it there. More, more; I can take it, Doc, I have to have all of that meat in me. Faster, faster, c'mon, more MORE!" She had reared back up onto her hands and knees by now, and I was pinching and rubbing her crotch and clitoris as hard as I could, and with the other hand I was trying to capture one of her huge tits that swung so magnificently to and fro with her violent lunging and rocking. She craned her head around and underneath so that she could see the full length penetrating and withdrawing. God knows she could feel it, but she also said she wanted to see it. I rammed and jammed every millimeter of my meat up the ass of this luscious twelve-year-old blond and admired the tiny, slim waistline that flared so voluptuously into her hourglass-shaped ass that was being stretched so sensuously by my huge cock. This was heaven. But too soon, too soon, and I could do nothing to stop it, the hot load gushed up her gut and nearly drove her head first down on the bed. I felt her cunt and ass and stomach muscles all churning with the happy acceptance of my warmly wet wave of love that pounded up into her, and was milked dry and limp in a few precious seconds of delirium. I fell back, exhausted, happy, and totally satisfied.

Linda turned around and lay against my heaving, panting chest and placed my hand on one of her huge-yet-firm tits. Then she reached up and kissed me, gently and warmly, like a child-lover, not as a prelude to more and passionate sex. Just a clinging baby kiss on the lips.

"Doc, was Betty's hunch right? Was this the last time we'll make love? I hope not," she said.

I figured that this was as good a time as any to make my announcement, so I got the attention of the group and after a few moments each of them ceased the pawings and nibblings that they were in the midst of, and I then told them the details of the plan I had made.

"Folks," I said, "the time has come for me to move on. I'll be closing my office here in Somerset in just two days, and I already have another suite of offices all rented and outfitted in another town, in fact in another state. No one here in Somerset will ever find me, unless by some far-out coincidence you happen to move where I am. And that's a very slim chance, because I've seen to it that way."

"We have had a pleasant, no, a truly wonderful interlude here. The town, and especially its charming and beautiful little girls, has been the nicest experience of my life. I knew when I came here that there was no possibility of my remaining permanently. However, you all have been good to me, and I am positive that I've been able to help you in many ways – emotionally, physically, and mentally. Quite possibly you'll come to appreciate it even more over the years."

"Remember the lessons we've shared here – pass them on to the next pupil. For God's sake, rather for your own sakes, get rid of any and all inhibitions and repressions you have, don't acquire any more new ones, and you sure as hell shouldn't pass any on to your children. The world will mess them up enough – you folks do all you can to prevent it. Okay?"

"Another thing that I wanted to touch upon, and then we'll have a little roundtable discussion. I think that young Betty here should probably be elected captain or queen or whatever you wish to call it, to represent and recruit and screen any future applicants in her age group. Tony could handle the young boys, and Alice knows most of the women in town."

"I suggest that Sheriff Jim Fieser ride head honcho on the men, for several reasons. And it would sure as hell pay all of you to see that he is reelected term after term if you want any protection. He and Judge Stone can keep it out of the limelight, I'm sure. In fact, Jim, if you'll stay after a few minutes, with your family, and you, too, Paul, I want to chat with you all a bit. Now, are there any questions that any of the rest of you have?" I asked.

I settled the babble that erupted, and sorted out the more sensible and important queries (such as: where would they hold their meetings, how big should they let the group get) and answered them as best I could.

After the party had broken up, and we had toasted each other's health several times and thanks had been expressed by all concerned quite profusely, I was left alone with Jim and Agnes and Susan and Paul.

I always figure the best way to face an issue is openly, even abruptly. You get more honest reactions that way. So I dropped my bomb on the quartet.

"Sue, you and Paul should get married as soon as possible." I shushed the hubbub that ensued. "Listen, I generally have good and valid reasons for my remarks, don't I?" I asked. They agreed. "Okay, the purpose of that would be to let the young 'honeymooners' move in with you and Agnes, Jim – a natural enough move, when a young couple is having a hard time financially at the start, so no one will think anything of it. Then, and this is the crux of the matter: Jim and Sue will set up their own love life, and Paul and, Agnes will have the same bedroom."

"Now, don't give me that stunned look – we all know you two adults haven't had any kind of a marriage, and frankly, you never will. But you like and respect each other, I know that. Agnes is a good housekeeper and mother, Jim, you've got to admit. And Jim is a good provider, Agnes, and devoted to your daughter, and you have security and protection, so there's no sense at all in having a divorce and a scandal when it can all be handled so conveniently for all concerned."

"Five or ten years from now," I went on, "possibly other arrangements will have to be made. People change, and no one can predict the future, but for the immediate and foreseeable few years, this setup could be ideal for all four of you, and satisfy the mores of Somerset in the bargain. Paul is just eighteen, and you can give your consent for Susan, so they can get married right away. I know damn well the town gossips will start counting the months, figuring they had to get married, so for God's sake, stay on the pill, both of you women. And in public, play it straight. Well that's about it, folks."

I could see them all mulling it over in their minds, but I also noticed that Agnes' hand crept into Paul's, and they exchanged smiles. Jim put his arm around Susan and drew her willing body closer to him. Then they all apparently arrived at the same conclusion that I had, and we all shook hands on the arrangement. They filtered out the back door, and I remained in the offices to reluctantly start closing out my book-work and miscellany.

As I tooled my car toward the freeway and interstate highway west to my next office setup, and pulled to a halt at a red signal, a girl, roughly clad in the uniform of the free-thinking semi-hippie types of today approached my car and thumbed me.

"Ride, mister?" she called. I glanced around hurriedly, as many times, I was aware, several of them in a group use a single girl for bait to get a ride, and when you open the door, they all pile in. She was obviously alone – no one within a hundred yards. I reached over and unlocked and opened the passenger door.

"Hop in. Where are you heading?" I asked as the car gained speed and swung up the ramp onto the interstate.

"Anywhere you're goin', mister." She grinned. "I just ran away from home." A carefree little gamin, I decided as I appraised her cute face and short hair.

"Problems?" I asked, casually.

"God, I'll say. And I was supposed to be in court at ten-thirty tomorrow morning. I just know they were going to put me away till I'm twenty-one. That's what the judge threatened the next time I came in front of him. It's not for me, nossirree."

"What was the problem, specifically?" I asked.