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 Class Project

   Wizard

   [This story was inspired by and is dedicated to four Spearsville,
Louisiana, students and their lookout who are facing felony charges for
doing what comes naturally.]

   [Thanks yet again to Russell Hoisington for wading through the mass of
spelling and grammer errors that I call a first draft and helping to
produce something almost readible.]



   "Was it worth it, Young Man?" The judge stared down at me from his
raised desk, his gaunt face reminding me of some of the monsters on the old
Friday night creature features.

   I knew what I had to do.

   Lord knows, I'd had enough practice.

   Just let my face go slack and slowly drop my head until I was looking at
my toes.  Fidget a little, scuff my right foot a couple times, then say
"No, sir," letting my voice break a little between words.

   * * *

   It had been a pretty normal day.  But then, almost nothing ever happens
at Barkin Middle School.

   Fifth period: my least favorite class, but also the one I looked forward
to the most.  It was enough to give me one of those split personalities
they're always talking about on the crime shows.

   It was my least favorite `cause it was reading.

   I looked forward to it `cause it was my only class with Kimmy.

   You see, Kimmy's a sixth grader.  And reading is a sixth grade class,
but I'm in seventh.  I know I have some trouble reading, but I still
couldn't believe my parents and Mr.  Ball, the principal, stuck me in this
class.

   Like usual, I waited till just before the bell rang, then slipped into
the room.  Chad was right behind me.  It's worse for him.  He's in eighth.

   Mr.  McCoy wasn't in the room yet, so as I got to Kimmy I stopped and
kissed her.  I would have given her thigh a squeeze--I usually do--but she
was sitting in a desk chair that made that awkward.

   DJ was in the desk next to her and giggled.  She usually did.  She
stopped when Chad leaned down and kissed her.

   Chad and I grinned at each other, then continued to the back of the
room. At least there weren't enough desk chairs and we got to sit in
regular seats.

   The bell rang, and the eleven sixth graders, Chad, and I all tried to
look like we wanted to be here.

   Mr.  McCoy still didn't come in.

   He was usually late.  He taught most of his classes in the high school.
The middle school was at one end of the building and the high school at the
other, separated by the main gymnasium.  But he usually beat the bell.

   "I'm sorry I'm late, I got stuck..." Timmy Gibler was saying as he
walked in.  "Nobody's here," he said, slipping into a desk in the front of
the classroom.

   I would have been insulted if I hadn't known he meant a teacher.

   "Mr.  McCoy's late again," Janice Rand said unnecessarily.

   Timmy turned in his seat to look at Janice, who was sitting in front of
me.  "I saw Mr.  McCoy going into the assembly with the high school.  I
figured we had a sub."

   "Maybe they forgot about us," Bobby Reavers said.

   "Maybe they did," Kimmy said with a huge grin.  She got up and walked
back to me.  "Any idea how we can pass the time?" she said, standing over
me.

   "We could read our next chapter."

   "Like that's going to happen." She sat across my legs and kissed me,
hard.

   "You just going to sit there and let me do all the work?" she asked when
she broke away a minute later.

   "Sounds good to me." Sometime during the kiss Chad had gained a lap
ornament of his own, and his hand roamed DJ's ass as she planted kisses
around his face.

   I glanced at the door.  Timmy had closed it when he came in.  I figured
we'd hear the knob and Kimmy could jump up in time.  I kissed her, my hand
going to the soft but firm mound over her heart.

   "Get a room," Janice complained a minute later.

   "Better yet, move to the front.  I'm getting a crick in my neck," Mark
Lester added.

   I started to make a sarcastic comment about what Mark could do with his
neck when Kimmy stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet.  "Timmy,
be a lookout," she said as she led me to the teacher's desk."

   "Not me."

   "Do a good job and I'll let you feel me up."

   'Why the hell isn't someone that fast on the track team?' I thought as
Timmy looked out the window.  Like all the classrooms in the middle school,
ours had a window about the size of a paperback book.  The doors in the
high school were solid wood, though I wasn't sure what the school meant by
that.

   "Clear."

   Kimmy leaned me back against the desk, then molded herself to me.  My
hands found natural resting places on the cheeks of her ass.  The denim of
her jeans would have left a lot to my imagination if my memory didn't know
her soft skin so well.

   Our lookout was watching us more than the hall, but I figured, what the
hell?  At most, if I got caught, I'd get suspended a couple of days for
making out.  Mom would have a cow, but Dad would give me an attaboy when he
thought she wasn't listening.

   I became aware of heavy breathing, and from the corner of my eye I saw
that Chad and DJ had joined us.  Then Kimmy's hand moved between our bodies
and cupped the crotch of my jeans.  Damn!  I was getting a hand job in
class in the middle of the day.  I love school.

   Kimmy's fingers found my zipper and started pulling it down.

   In the back of my mind I knew I should worry about something, but
Kimmy's hand wormed into my fly, wrapped around the big guy through my
underwear, and squeezed.  I had trouble thinking.

   Kimmy's tongue slipped from my mouth, and she glanced at our lookout.

   Timmy blushed, then looked out the window.  "Clear.  Hall's empty."

   Kimmy kissed my chin, then my Adam's apple.  Her hand released the Big
Guy.  She kissed the top of my chest.  Her hand wormed back out of my
jeans. I realized that Kimmy was getting smaller, but couldn't remember why
that was significant.

   Kimmy was kissing the top of my stomach, teasing it with her tongue.  I
didn't even remember her unbuttoning my shirt.  Her hands were fumbling
with my belt and the snap of my jeans.  I tried to think.  There was a
reason I should stop her, but I couldn't remember why.  Next to me, I could
see Chad's tongue as it moved in DJ's mouth.

   Kimmy licked my belly button as her hand plunged into both the top of my
pants and my underwear.  One cupped my balls while the other encircled the
Big Guy.  I moaned and someone giggled.

   I knew that was an important clue, someone giggling, but then Kimmy
dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans and underwear down with her.  I
could feel her warm breath on my cock and the Big Guy, freed of it's
confinement, stood up straight and proud.

   For several seconds we stayed like that, Kimmy just breathing on my rod.
She knew I loved that.  Then her tongue flashed out and teased my pisshole.
"Oh, God," I groaned, looking down at her.  She smiled up at me, then her
mouth engulfed the Big Guy.

   "Fuck yes." I looked next to me.  Chad was pushing DJ down to her knees.
DJ wasn't as aggressive as Kimmy, but she got the idea and was working his
fly.

   I grinned and enjoyed the sensations that were building in my cock.

   "Go, Kimmy, go!"

   Hailey's shout brought me back to the real world.  I looked around. 
Twenty eyes stared at us.  Timmy had his cock out and was stroking it.  The
other five guys in class were rubbing themselves through their pants.  I
noticed that Hailey's hand was busy under her short skirt, then I exploded.

   I'd been stroking the back of Kimmy's head, but now I reached back for
the edge of the desk to steady myself as rope after rope of hot cum pumped
out of my balls and down Kimmy's throat.

   "Oh, God." I didn't know who said it, or even if it was a boy or a girl.

   Kimmy sucked my shrinking cock as she pulled her head back and released
it.  "My turn," she said huskily as she stood and reached for her own
zipper.

   I couldn't believe it as she pushed her jeans and my favorite pair of
candy cane panties down her legs, exposing herself to the whole class.  I
mean, I had an excuse.  By the time her hand was on my cock, I didn't have
a working brain cell in my head.

   She pulled me forward until I was standing upright again, then pushed me
down to my knees.

   What the hell?  I'd just gotten a blow job.  How many more days can they
suspend me for muff diving?  I pressed my face forward into her pussy, my
tongue pushing past her lips as soon as it made contact.

   Chad had grabbed DJ's ears and was pulling her forward as he came in her
mouth.

   I'm not an exhibitionist or anything, but the idea of all those eyes
watching excited me as I ran my tongue the length of her slit.  I felt
Kimmy shudder.  I knew how much she loved the feeling of a tongue.

   "Oh fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk..."

   I pulled back and looked for the source of the interuption.  Hailey was
bucking in her chair, the front of her skirt fluttering as her hand moved
faster and faster.  My cock hardened as I watched, then Kimmy pulled me
back to her crotch.  I kissed her several times and then stood, turning her
so that she leaned against the desk.  My cock had come back to full
attention, and I leaned forward, kissing her and guiding it into her tight
wet pussy.

   "He's in her!"

   I always liked Janice.  She had a talent for stating the obvious.

   I drove forward, hard.  I knew I wouldn't last and wanted to get Kimmy
off quickly.  Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, deeper and
deeper.  I thrust again and again, forgetting all about our audience, about
school, about everything.  There was just my cock and her cunt.

   I felt the explosion building.

   "I'm close," she whispered, and I willed myself to hold on, to last
until she was over the edge.

   I thrust again, the desk rocking under my assault.

   "Yeah.  I'm...  I'm..."

   I never learned what she was `cause I exploded.  The feelings from my
cock blotted out everything.

   It must have been a couple of minutes when I realized that Hailey and
the girl next to her, Felicia, were clapping.

   Oh fuck!  I'd just gotten it on with Kimmy right in front of the whole
class, and somebody could have come in any time.  Especially with Timmy,
our world-class lookout who was watching us with a stupid grin of his face,
a limp dick in his hand and a small pool of cream at his feet.

   I pulled up my underwear, then my jeans and fastened my belt.  Then I
dressed Kimmy.  She was a little wobbly, but she always was after a good
orgasm.  As I fastened her jeans, she whispered, "You and me after school,
stud."

   I grinned and nodded.

   "Maybe DJ too.  Chad's got basketball."

   My cock jerked, even after two cums.  The thought of Kimmy and her best
friend together.

   I guided Kimmy back to her desk, not looking anyone in the eye.  Except
Hailey.  Her, I'd have to get to know better.

   DJ was already back in her desk, and as I sat down in the back, Chad and
Timmy seemed to realize they were standing in front of the class with their
dicks hanging out.  Both of them stuffed their goodies back in their pants,
and Timmy wiped the pool of cum with his shoe.  They were heading back
toward their desks when the bell rang.

   I breathed a sigh of relief.  We'd gotten away with it.

   Too bad this wasn't sex ed.  I could have gotten extra credit for a
class project.

   * * *

   I thought we were free and clear.  But Bobby Reavers told his big
brother about it.  He told his friends, and within a day, the story was all
over school.  I kept expecting the P.A.  to come alive and summon me to Mr.
Ball's office.  But when the sheriff walked into reading three days later,
I couldn't believe it.  He ordered me to stand, then quoted me my rights
just like on Law and Order while he fastened handcuffs behind my back.  He
did the same to Chad, Kimmy, and DJ.  Even Timmy, something about being an
accomplice.

   * * *

   "Wellll?" the judge prompted, impatiently.

   I looked him straight in the eye and grinned.
   "Hell, yes."