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Archive name: legal.txt (mf,first,legal)
Authors name: rodsti@hotmail.com (Rod Stiffener)
Story title : THE LEGALITIES OF SEX (PART 1 of 2)
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THE LEGALITIES OF SEX - PART ONE
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~~RING~~
GOD she hated that sound. The ringing of the alarm
clock on a Monday morning. Veronica was slow to
wake up but eventually made it into the shower. After
emerging, she looked around for clothes to suit her
mood. Her new tight black flare pants and cropped
pink sweater. Today was American Legal Studies class
with Mr Wynton, so she felt the need to dress ultra
sexy.
She loved the way he taught that subject, making a
potentially boring course come alive with anecdotes of
Watergate, Iran/contra-gate, portrayals of politicians
and Founding Fathers as real people with real foibles.
She secretly fancied him. He was in his late forties and
graying, distinguished-looking, with an air of authority.
His own demeanor hinted at the power wielded by the
people they studied in class. He was one teacher she
just couldn't help having fantasies about.
As she waited for her friend Belinda to pick her up for
school, she thought about the term paper that she
hadn't handed in yesterday. "Mr Wynton is going to kill
me today when he realizes I didn't turn it in", she
thought. "Oh well, Legal Studies isn't until last period."
The day seemed to go by fast. As she sat in the last
hour she noticed that Mr. Wynton didn't seem to have
his "you fail" face on when he looked her way. She
started to relax a little, participating in class,
answering as many questions as possible. Then the bell
rang.
She started to leave the room, but Mr Wynton asked her
to remain behind. She had almost forgotten the small
matter of her term paper. She had been distracted by
the larger matter of what was in Mr Wynton's pants.
He had on those Dockers Khakis whose fit hinted at
something substantial inside, and gazing at them
always made her panties a bit moist.
"Veronica, where is your paper?"
Her stomach sank ... "I didn't get it done. I was going
to ask for an extension but I forgot."
"Well I can't give you an extension any more, it wouldn't
be fair to the rest of the class."
Damn! She really needed the marks for her course
assessment if she were to maintain her B average.
"If I give it to you tommorrow, can you grade it and just
deduct a few marks for lateness?"
"That depends. Explain why it was late."
"I ... I have been having trouble concentrating in Legal
Studies lately."
"Why?"
She dreaded this question. Like George Washington,
she found it difficult to lie. But the truth was
embarrassing.
"I keep getting distracted ..." she said, hoping he
wouldn't probe further. But he didn't immediately
catch her drift.
"By what?"
Silence.
"Or should I say ... who?"
She still couldn't answer. God, this was SOOOO
embarrassing! But no answer was itself an answer,
and it suddenly dawned on him.
"By me, perhaps?"
"Uh-huh."
Silence. She looked at her feet, hoping to just crawl
away and die.
He was thinking about what she had just confessed.
It thrilled him to find out that he had this effect upon
her, though he was careful not to show how thrilled.
He obviously over-awed her, yet fascinated her. As a
teacher, he was supposed to act in a professional way
toward his students. But his was an ego that needed
regular feeding. Especially now he was no longer a real
legal practioner ... because of that one particular
episode. It was all in the past now, and his spouse had
stood by him, but he'd had to take this lowly job in a
high school. And now, he simply couldn't resist the
opportunity to find out the full extent of Veronica's
fascination with him.
He reached out and lifted her chin, so that she was
looking up into his eyes again.
"Would you like me to overlook the lateness of your
term paper?" he asked softly.
"Yes please" she whispered.
"Would you be able to grant me a small reward for so
doing?"
"I ... uh ... I think so," she said, knowing, even hoping
for, what was coming next. Her legs felt weak, and one
knee was trembling.
He looked into her face for another few moments, then
bent down and touched his lips to hers, just brushing
them at first, teasing and tickling. At first he was able
to keep his cool. He was tender and gentle, and she felt
like she was in heaven. But suddenly his resolve broke
and he crushed his mouth onto hers, putting his arm
about her back to prevent any escape.
Not that she wanted to escape. This was her first real
*Man* kiss, as opposed to Dad, Mom or Aunty Joyce
kiss.
She couldn't believe what was happening, her head was
in a spin. For months she had wondered what it would
be like to kiss him. Now he was practically swallowing
her up. She had no idea that a man's tongue could feel
so good, so ... sexy!
God, her mouth tasted good! She was one of his
favourites in class, not the best-looking of his students
but attractive even so, and very sweet-natured, always
attentive to anything he said. He'd always had a bit of a
soft spot for her. Now he had her firm young body
clamped tightly against him. She would be able to feel
his huge hard-on through his Dockers, pressed firmly
into her belly.
Wow, what was that THING poking into her! It felt
huge, prodding her insistently. Had she really been the
cause of THAT! She was flattered and thrilled that she
was able to excite him so. Before this, she wasn't sure
he knew if she even lived. Now, she had become the
cause of some very unseemly behaviour in the
normally-cool Mr Wynton.
He brought one hand around to her front and began to
caress her breasts. He found them to be moderate in
size, but so firm, so high up on her chest! They formed
delicious hard points inside her crop-top and sports
bra. He rubbed, and suddenly the points got harder.
She drew in her breath sharply when he first contacted
her nipple. That felt SOOOO good! Much nicer than
when she did it to herself. Even through two layers of
fabric, his touch seemed to set her nipples on fire.
The classroom door was closed, but not locked. This
was very risky. They had been in a clinch for almost
five minutes now, losing track of the time. If someone
walked in ...
"We better go to my office."
This was behind a door at the back of the classroom. A
door with a sturdy lock and a large brass key.
They went inside the small cluttered room, books and
papers everywhere. He locked the door behind them
and closed the window so that its frosted glass would
prevent them being seen.
When he turned to her again, he found she had already
removed her crop-top and stood before him in only bra
and those tight black slacks. Her pale flawless skin
shone under the fluorescent lighting.
He moved to her, kissing her hard, invading her mouth
with his tongue, rubbing his hands over her flimsy
sports bra, rubbing so strongly over her hardened
points that the bra itself got dragged upwards, exposing
the naked underhang of her curvaceous breasts, until
the nipples themselves popped free and dug into the
palm of his hand.
He moved his mouth down to her erect nipples, slowly
sucking on each one. As he did this she fumbled at the
buttons on his shirt and pants, putting her hands
through the openings and running them over his hairy
chest, tickling his nipples with her nails.
This could all lead to big trouble! If he was caught
while sucking on her stiff little nipples like this, he
would never get a job in another school ever again. Or
anywhere, for that matter. But it was like a madness
was overtaking him, he just couldn't remove his mouth
from those fresh, budding young breasts. Her hand was
now at his crotch, fondling his hardness and making it
twitch and throb even more strongly.
He ran his hands down the front of her pants, his
fingers lightly teasing her mound and sliding down
between her legs across the black fabric that covered
her pussy. She had grasped his cock now, exploring it
tentatively at first, as if it might bite, then more firmly,
wrapping her fingers around it and jerking him off in
rhythmic strokes that rolled his foreskin back and forth
over his cockhead. He slid his hand under her
waistband, down ... down ... to where it could hardly fit
but soon he could feel her fluffy pubic hair, and then!
Her slit, soft and warm.
Struggling to get a finger deeper, it suddenly broached
her entrance and he could feel it enter a spot of
slipperiness. It was only small, but working his finger
back and forth seemed to make the hot, wet spot
increase in size. His finger was spreading her flowing
juices around her entrance and he could feel it
softening, swelling, unfolding like the opening of a
flower. But he was careful not to penetrate her with it.
His mouth was still locked onto her nipple, and it was
still hard like the end of a bullet. His tongue was
lashing it, twirling around the hard bump on her soft
breast.
Her hand was moving faster on his dick now, and he
really liked what she was doing to him. It was so
exciting to have his hand jammed against her pussy
under her tight pants, while she played with his
manhood and got him close to shooting his stuff. He
worked his finger deeper into her.
It was lucky there were no more classes for the day, but
still there were people going past the door out in the
corridor, and past the window outside. He could hear
their voices chattering and it sounded so loud, so close!
It just added to the excitement, and the danger. He felt
like a high-rolling gambler, risking all that he had,
career, everything, even jail, for this one roll of the dice.
It was an adrenalin rush, and it gave him a bigger buzz
than any of the drugs he had ever tried.
She started to push down her pants, but he stopped
her.
"Put it in me" she whispered. "I want you so bad!"
"Veronica, I can't do that."
"But I want you to!"
"I can touch your pussy, I can lick it. You can suck my
cock. But the school regulations forbid sex between
teachers and students."
"But ... what we're doing now, isn't this sex?" She had
stopped playing with his prick, wondering why he was
holding back, why he didn't want to possess her totally
in the way that she craved. Didn't he like her after all?
But his legal background had given him a strong sense
of right and wrong, at least according to the *letter* of
the law.
"Technically, sex is penetration by a sexual organ. In
layman's language, sex is my cock or my finger in your
pussy. The other stuff is not sex, it is foreplay."
"So we can do foreplay, but not sex?"
"If I am to uphold my duty to the school, yes."
"Well, okay ..."
She was disappointed that he no longer wanted to
throw caution to the winds for her sake. I mean, sex,
foreplay, it would all get her an equally large walloping
at home if her parents found out!
She continued to stroke his dick, and he carried on
fingering her, his hand thrust down the front of her
pants and diddling her clit inside their close confines.
Her ardour, momentarily cooled, became inflamed
again as he bent to suckle on her hard teats again.
Her hand became a blur on his prick, if he wasn't
careful he would soon be spraying his spunk all over
her clothing. He let go of her nipple with his mouth
and crushed his lips against hers, in a torrid french kiss
that seemed to swallow her up.
It was just as well that he did because she began
moaning, and he had to try and silence her somehow or
they would be heard from the corridor. Veronica was
completely oblivious, and had forgotten where she was,
her eyes were screwed shut and she was concentrating
totally on the orgasm that was bursting within her and
wracking her whole body with its spasms. He shoved
his finger down deeper until it just broached her slick
entrance, and could feel her cunt muscles gripping his
finger as they tightened and squeezed upon it.
Her responses to his fingering excited him even more,
and grabbing her hand to pump it still harder up and
down his prick, he found that he too was now gasping
and grunting as he thrust into her grip and started to
shoot. Big spurts of semen gushed out and landed
against her belly, the afterflow dribbing over her
knuckles.
God she looked so pretty! Just coming down again
from the heights of her climax, dreamy expression on
her face, and his cum splattered on her stomach and the
front of her tight pants. She looked down at the silvery
white snots in wonderment, as they trickled and tickled
their way down the bare skin of her hard, flat belly. He
had marked her with his jism; now she was his.
He got a tissue from the box on his desk and cleaned
her up as best he could, though he could do nothing
about the dark stain on her pants. She pulled her bra
back into place and picked up her top, making herself
decent again. He gathered her into her arms for a last
kiss.
"You better go before someone sees you here," he said.
She felt disappointment that it had ended and she had
to go, but could see his point.
"Uh, thanks Mr Wynton, I really enjoyed it."
"Call me Phil" he said. "You and I have something
special now."
The words seemed to make her dizzy.
"Come and see me again at this time tomorrow," he said.
"I'll have your term paper ready to return to you."
"Gee, thanks! ... Phil."
As she made her way to the bus stop, she felt as if she
were walking on air. He likes me! He fingered me! He
gave me the biggest orgasm of my life! She could
hardly wait to confide in her friend, Belinda Fripp. Not
that she would spill ALL the details right away.
Though somehow she always seemed to end up telling
Belinda everything.
He felt very satisfied with himself as he made his way
to the carpark. What a sweet young thing he had in
Veronica Drew-Bentley! It made his head swell that
such a delicious young girl would want to bare herself
for him, want to be fondled by him ... she even wanted
to be fucked by him! She had actually asked for it!
But he had to be careful. This was a small school in a
small town. If he was caught, his career would be
finished. I mean, as long as they stuck to blowjobs, he
could argue that it didn't count. They couldn't sack him
for that, and he could just brazen out any opprobrium
directed his way. Better, though, that they not be
caught at all, and he would do all in his power to make
sure thay were not.
Next day at lunchbreak, Veronica and Belinda had gone
to the end of the far field, munching on sandwiches as
they sat on the grass, talking about boys, as usual.
They were discussing orgasms, and which was probably
the best way to have one. Which had been purely a
topic for speculation up until then, as they both only
had the experience of their own hands or one or two
inanimate objects to draw upon. But this time
Veronica had let slip something extra.
"So far I think finger-fucking is really great, where the
guy just puts his finger inside you and rubs it past your
clit. I mean, its good, because its nicer than when you
do it yourself, but its not too gross, and it can't make
you pregnant."
"You've done fingerfucking!" Belinda immediately
wanted to know.
"Yeah, sure ..." Veronica said casually.
"With who? With who?"
"Just some guy ..." came the evasive answer.
Nothing else Belinda could say was able to get Veronica
to reveal more. But she would spill the beans
eventually. She always did.
After school was out, he waited for her in his office,
confident that she would be back for more. Sure
enough, she tapped on the door.
"Come in!"
She entered and stood before his desk. She had on a
more demure outfit today, just jeans and a sweatshirt.
She thought to herself, wait until he saw what was
underneath!
But at first it was strictly business.
"I've looked at your paper. It is good in places but
obviously a rush job."
He took the time to explain what he would have
expected of a really good assignment, knowing as he did
so that this delay was just building the sexual tension
between them. Oh, when would he shut up and take
her into his arms again!
Then he put the paper aside, and without getting out of
his chair, said "Come here."
It was spoken quietly, but it was an order. She gladly
obeyed, coming around the desk to stand before him.
This time he was going to tease, to make her beg before
he satisfied her. He idly ran his hand over her baggy
sweater, going up her hard stomach and circling her
high-thrust titties. Something felt rough and lacey
under there, and he made it drag back and forth over
her nipples.
Then he unzipped the fly of her jeans, poking one finger
into the metal-lined aperture. Again, the feeling of
rough lace, but loose and his finger could push under
the edge to feel soft, downy pussy hair on her mound.
She held her breath for a moment as she enjoyed his
touch upon her cunt.
"Turn around." Again, spoken like an order. She faced
away from him and her reached around, unsnapping
her jeans and pulling them ... slowly ... down past her
hips to expose her butt.
Surprise! A little something she had borrowed out of
her mother's lingerie drawer. A *very* little something.
A pink lace g-string that, at the back, was just a narrow
strip that disappeared into her butt crack, leaving her
buttocks bare. Oh, delicious!
Her jeans got thrust rapidly down to her knees as he
got his face up close to her ass, licking her smooth firm
butt, kissing it, getting his slobber all over it.
She felt her rear get wet and cold as he spread his saliva
over it, but he had brought his hand up between her
legs to touch the gusset of the g-string, and now
something else was getting hot!
She bent slightly forward so that her pussy lips were
now aimed at his face. He tore the pink gusset aside
and got down lower, so his tongue could flicker over
her delicate sex. She nearly cried out, it was so erotic,
so *dirty*, so ... so fucking sexy! He must really care for
her if he was willing to do that.
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