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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 2
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THE LEGALITIES OF SEX - PART TWO
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"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.
He stopped. Oh, no! But it was so he could turn her
around and shove the sweatshirt up over her head.
Surprise number two! A tiny pink bra to match the g-
string. It was too small to cover her tits properly, and
barely hid her nipples. He swept the cups apart with
his hands and fastened his lips to the exposed nipples.
Her smallish breasts stuck straight out from her chest,
almost symetrical, such was their youthfully elastic
ability to hold their shape. The strength of his sucking
drew one of them out into a sharp cone, almost hurting
her but at the same time feeling so heavenly!
He was like a man possessed now, no more teasing, his
original intentions were forgotten as he tried to possess
her young body. He suddenly got up and lifted her
bodily onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere.
Bending her legs far back from her hips, and opening
them as far as her jeans-bound knees would allow, he
slathered his tongue over her exposed cunt. With fine
downy hairs that made it look almost hairless, it was
soon slick and shiny as he thrust his tongue into her
virgin pussy and his nose rubbed at her clit. Powerful
feelings swept through her pelvic region, radiating
outwards until she was a gibbering mass of muscular
spasms, as there burst within her an orgasm more
mind-blowing than anything experienced in her life so
far.
She collapsed against the desk, jeans at half-mast and
tiny pink bra all twisted around. He stood and
unzipped his fly.
"Down on your knees."
She had wondered when he would ask her for this. It
was something she had read about, talked to Belinda
about, even seen a few pictures about. But she didn't
know how she was going to feel when actually face to
face with a big, erect penis, one that the owner urgently
wanted to have sucked.
She knelt as he had asked, and looked at it with a little
anxiety. It looked huge! Angry purplish knob with a
tiny slit, and a shaft full of veins. Hairy balls swung
below.
She stuck out her tongue and dabbed the end of it
delicately, just tasting it at first. Sharp, a bit whiffy,
but not too bad. She looked up into his eyes and he
nodded, urging her on. Well, if it was going to make
him so happy ... She kissed it, chastely at first but
then turned it into a french kiss that tongued the little
slit on the cap of the helmet. He groaned audibly at the
heightening sensations, and the sheer anticipation of
what he hoped was coming next.
Her lips were wrapped around him now, and a few
gentle fuck-thrusts were enough to coax her mouth
open wider. Her upturned face looked into his, wide
eyes seeking his approval for her first blowjob attempt,
approval that he gave by moaning again when she took
it deeper and applied suction.
This for him was one of the ultimate power trips. A
sweet, beautiful thing like her, who could have almost
any man she wanted, on her knees before an aging
scroat like him, taking his dick into her mouth and
*wanting* him to enjoy it!
She was inexperienced and not providing quite enough
stimulation, but he didn't want to correct or criticize
her just yet. She was going to be getting plenty of
practice. He got her to concentrate on the tip, taking
him in a shallow entry that allowed her to swirl her
tongue against the underside of his cockhead while he
grasped his shaft at the base and jacked off. She was
going to get it. She was going to get it all!
Actually, she wondered about that. Whether she would
be able to stomach his sperm or not. I mean, gross!
But it was probably what he wanted. She had learned
that much about guys.
She decided to tell him of her decision. She pulled
away for a moment, and said "You can come in my
mouth if you want. I don't mind!"
Well, he had been planning to anyway, but just hearing
her say the words pushed him over the edge. As her
mouth encircled him once more, he beat a frenzy upon
the base of his meat and in the next moment he was
gushing his seed into her pretty little mouth.
She felt herself gagging, almost choking as he filled her
up with an acrid taste, a taste unlike anything she had
come across before. And there was so much of it! She
felt awash, and the thick mucus overflowed onto her
chin, forced out by the sheer amount of cock that was
stuck into her mouth.
He got tissues, as before, and used them to wipe her
chin, then the end of his prick.
"That was good, Veronica. Very good."
She beamed with pride at the compliment. He liked it!
And he liked her! And he had done such wonderful
things with his tongue on her pussy!
"But you better go. Your parents might wonder."
No they wouldn't. They were used to her going over to
Belinda's place after school. But he was right, they
mustn't be found out, though it disappointed her that
he wanted her to go so soon.
After this, their affair got hot and heavy. They met
nearly every day, as often as other committments would
allow. She was addicted to him, and he couldn't resist
her adoration.
He would have liked to fuck her, and at times was
sorely tempted, but he was already getting his fucks
elsewhere so it was not essential that they do that. The
buzz with Veronica was not so much the sex act itself.
It was having her so willing to fuck, so willing that
simply knowing he only had to ask meant that he didn't
need to. It was giving him the biggest thrills of his
life. The thrill was knowing that he had her where he
wanted her; the fact that she would suck his cock at any
time was proof of that. And who would not be
contented at having their cock sucked by such a sweet,
willing young mouth almost every day?
Okay, it was improper, it was wrong. Technically he
was not in breach of the school rules nor his contract
with the school. But morally, he knew he was betraying
the trust of the school, the parents, and of Veronica
herself as the day must surely come when he would
have to dump her.
Meanwhile, she had been making it obvious to Belinda
that she was getting it on hot and heavy with someone.
It was coming out in her conversation that she was
becoming quite knowledgable about various sex acts, a
knowledge born of personal experience. She wouldn't
divulge who with, and Belinda was determined to find
out.
In fact, she thought she now had a pretty good idea.
Veronica never caught the regular school bus to go
home with her any more. One day, she too stayed back
late, and from a distance saw Veronica headed down to
the Legal Studies classroom. She had followed and
entered the classroom, but found it empty and the
office door at the far end closed. Where had that girl
disappeared to? Could it be Mr Wynton that she was
learning all this sex stuff from?
But she hadn't actually seen them together, so could
prove nothing.
Meanwhile, the two lovebirds' affair was becoming an
obsession.
Then, one day, disaster! She was half-naked before him
in his office, top and bra off but jeans on, slurping
him deeply into her mouth in a way she was becoming
quite skilled at, when there was a knock on his office
door.
Shit!
They froze, and he held his finger to his lips in a
gesture of silence.
They waited, but there was the knock again.
"Mr Wynton!"
It was Mr Komett, the Deputy Principal!
"Mr Wynton, can you open up please!'
It was obvious that Komett knew he was inside.
"Just a minute, Renn."
Veronica was pulling her jumper back on, while he
stowed away his dick and kicked her bra out of sight
under the desk.
He opened the door. It was obvious to Komett that
they had been keeping the door locked, because Phil
had to turn the key noisily before it would open.
"Working late, Mr Wynton?"
"Just going over Veronica's test paper with her."
"Very good." He looked dubious. "I just came to ask if
you could move your car. The janitor needs to get the
garbage skip out and you are blocking it."
"Oh, sorry! I'll be right down."
Mr Wynton was flushing red, though Veronica was
keeping her cool. Games were definitely over for today,
and they parted without another word to each other.
Next day he left straight after class and went home. He
had got a hell of a shock at being seen with Veronica,
and Komett must be suspicious by now. As long as he
doesn't get proof! Better play things cool for a bit.
Veronica went to the office as usual, and was
disappointed to find it locked and nobody answering
her knock.
In Legal Studies class over the next few days, she
sensed a coolness in his attitude toward her. She felt
dread in the pit of her stomach that he no longer cared
for her.
She waited near his car, to get him to say something to
her, reassure her in some way.
He came, and saw her nearby, as he unlocked his car
door.
"Mr Wynton, don't you want to see me any more?'
"Yes Veronica, I do. Very badly. But we need to lay low
for a while. I think we better not see each other for a
bit."
It was like a blow to her stomach. She could see the
sense in what he said, but how would she manage
without his attention, his touches, his making her feel
wanted, needed? It would be purgatory to see him each
day but be unable to have any sweet moments together.
And why had they only ever met in his office? He never
took her to his home, never wanted to be near her in
public, he never wanted her to stay and chat after he
had finished wiping his semen from her chin. I mean,
were we friends, or not?
Belinda began to hear some adverse comments from
Veronica about the man who had been educating her in
pleasures of the flesh. The knight-in-shining-armour
was sounding a little tarnished.
"All he seems to want is sex! I mean, he's so intelligent,
so smart, I want to talk about stuff with him! I thought
he was my friend, but now I can't even see him! Not
even for sex!" Veronica was a soul in torment.
"He sounds sexy," said Belinda, "But he also sounds like
a bastard."
"That's it!" replied Veronica. "That describes him
exactly! He's a sexy bastard!"
"I've heard of men like that," said Belinda, trying to
sound knowledgable. "The attractive ones are the
dangerous ones."
"But you still won't tell me who he is," she continued. "I
mean, as a friend, how can I give you advice unless I
know all the facts?"
"But it is SOOOO scary, the person, I mean. Its not just
any boy. If it ever gets out who I've been seeing, this
town will just about explode!"
This was confirming what Belinda already suspected.
She took a shot in the dark.
"Is it ... Mr Wynton?"
"Omigosh! How did you know?"
"Just intuition. You didn't think you could stop your
closest buddy from figuring out a thing like that, did
you?"
"Well, you can't breathe a word, okay?"
"Okay."
After Veronica left to go home, Belinda reached behind
the scattercushions on her bed and brought out the
little Sony dictaphone recorder that she had earlier
hidden there. Rewinding, she checked if it had come
out on the tape. Sure enough, she could hear Veronica
clearly saying "how did you know?" in response to her
question.
Belinda didn't yet know what she would do with the
tape, but it might come in handy for something. She
did not approve of teachers who hit on their students.
Mr Wynton was missing the heady rush of power that
he got when Veronica was on her knees before him.
And it looked like the hue and cry had died down. After
grading her workbook one day, he slipped in a little
note. "Meet me at the corner of 10th and Juniper, I'll
pick you up at 4.30."
He wanted to see her! And he was going to take her
away, to a better spot, to his home maybe! He still
wanted to spend time with her!
She was leaning on the fence by the sidewalk when his
car pulled up. She hopped in and was about to kiss
him on the cheek.
"Don't!" he stopped her. "We mustn't be seen!"
She felt a little hurt that he still wouldn't take the
kind of chances she was willingly taking for him. But
she was also excited to be with him again. She put her
hand on his crotch and gave his prick a squeeze. "No
one can see me do that!" she told him gleefully.
A couple of lamp-posts back, Renn Kommett tailed
them. He had been keeping an eye on Mr Wynton
lately, knowing the legal man was up to something but
unable to prove it. Now he had seen her get into
Wynton's car! He tried to keep up, but tailing cars is
not as easy as it looks in the movies, and he lost them
at the next set of traffic lights. Damn! He still
didn't have any really hard evidence of impropriety.
Wynton stopped at some parkland outside town, under
a thicket of trees. It had been hard to navigate the car
properly, because of her toying away at his penis all the
while, plus between gearshifts he had kept one hand
between her legs on the seat beside him to grope at her
sex. Now they were both hot.
Their mouths and hands were all over each other in a
flurry. Her skirt was up, her knickers down. He was
pawing at her crotch, feeling it get hotter and wetter,
softening, opening. His cock was in her hand,
throbbing and twitching as she pulled on it. It was
close to shooting after almost twenty minutes of
fondling. She marvelled at his size, his hardness. She
felt her own sense of power, that a young kid like her
could get him so out-of-control. She wanted him! All
of him this time!
She twisted around and got up over him, aggressively
pushing him back, reaching down and hitting the
"recline" button of the drivers seat so that he was
almost prone. She straddled him, head bumping the
low car ceiling, still grasping his cock, bringing it
to her entrance, rubbing the big purple helmet against
her slippery virgin slit.
He could see what she was trying to do, but he still
didn't want to penetrate her. He wanted to be able to
say truthfully that he hadn't been fucking her. It
became a contest, she trying to force her hips
downward to impale herself upon him, he holding her
up so that his prick was rubbing her folds but not able
to slip in between them.
"Fuck me" she begged. "Please fuck me!"
"No, we mustn't."
"But I want to do this!" she almost sobbed.
Too late! The friction of her pussy on his cockhead,
and the thrill of hearing her begging for him to defile
her, pushed him over the edge. Big spurts of semen
shot up over her spread-out cunt, dribbling over her
tender lips and silky inner thighs, falling down onto his
trousers, making a mess on them both.
She felt the hot stuff contact her open pussy, and was
suddenly disappointed, and afraid. Disappointed that
it was over, that she still had not had all of him.
Suddenly afraid that the sperm coating her pussy might
make her pregnant.
As always, he thoughtfully brought out tissues to clean
her up, then they drove back into town in silence. He
dropped her off at her bus route, and drove off into the
gathering darkness.
Next day brought a visit from Komett. He was blunt
and to the point.
"Mr Wynton, are you having some kind of a relationship
with Veronica Drew-Bentley?"
"No sir. I have been giving her some extra tuition."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Well, Kommett had to be happy with that. It is a big
deal to question the integrity of a faculty member.
Without proof he would not be able to push it any
further than that.
Wynton knew it too, and felt safe for the moment. He
was familiar with the working s of political scandal,
and knew that most citizens go into denial when
prominent pillars of society get their pricks caught in
a jam. Either that, or they blame the woman concerned
and make out it is all her fault. He was sure he could
ride out any storm on this one.
But he had to tell Veronica that it was over. For a
while, anyway. Things were getting too hot for
comfort.
She was distraught. He had picked her up in his car
again, and they were driving around aimlesly as he kept
his eyes on the road and explained to her in a quiet
voice that they had to break it off for a while.
She was still sniffling when he finally let her off at
her stop. Nothing he could say would satisfy her,
because the only thing that *could* satisfy her was his
continued friendship and attention.
She headed straight to Belinda for consolation. Belinda
was shocked at the emotional state her friend was in.
And mad as hell at the man who could do that to her.
But why only get mad? Why not also get even?
A week later, Komett again appeared at Wynton's office.
"Mr Wynton, I must ask you a more direct question this
time. Did you at any time have sex with your student,
Veronica Drew-Bentley?"
"Absolutely not."
"It is just that, well ... we have received information
that you did. Not once, but more than once."
"I did not have sex with that student."
"Someone has provided us with evidence."
"Who?"
"Belinda Fripp."
"Any statement from Belinda Fripp can only be hearsay."
"It is not a statement that she has given us. It is a
tape."
"A what?"
"An audio cassette recording. Of a conversation she
had with Veronica Drew-Bentley."
"I say again; I did not have sex with that student."
"We are of course going to be asking Veronica for her
own version of events. And she has a reputation for
being a very truthful person ..."
The heat was now well and truly directed upon the seat
of Wynton's pants. And Komett was steadily turning
up the flame.
They can't fire him. No way can they fire him over this!
He would just brazen it out.
Maybe if he talked to Veronica, coached her a bit on her
story. And what if she insisted on telling the truth?
Well, he could make out that she was mentally a bit
unhinged. Emotionally-distraught women do not make
good witnesses, as a general rule.
Or should he come clean? Confess to what had
happened as far as it went, but insist that technically
he had done nothing that he could be fired over? A
legalistic response based upon "what is sex" would not
earn him the undying respect of his colleagues or
spouse, but at least he might keep his job. And he
really needed this job.
Interesting times lay ahead for Mr Wynton.
EPILOGUE:
Well, what happened? How did it all turn out?
I can spare you all the tedious procedural details by giving
you a short summary, a bit like the ending of that famous
movie "All the President's Men" where about five years of
legal manoeverings got crammed into the space of three
minutes running time. Except that this story's epilogue reads
more like the one in that other famous movie, "Animal
House".
First of all, Wynton got to keep his job. Veronica told the
truth to the school committee, and they were as surprised as
anyone to learn that, technically, blowjobs are not sex.
But was it worth it? His marriage now existed in name only.
And he soon found that he was no longer effective as a
teacher. The sound of snickering always preceded him down
the corridors. The more delinquent among his students
would completely ignore assignment deadlines, and if
brought to task would jokingly ask if a blowjob would be
sufficient. He couldn't stand it. He decided to stay only
for the length of his current contract, after which he was
going to sneak away with his tail between his legs.
Veronica is still receiving counselling after a failed
suicide attempt. Needless to say, she and Belinda are no
longer friends.
Belinda was a big help to Renn Komett during his efforts to
pursue Wynton with a vengeance. Being both of a devious
nature, they became close. Nothing could go on in the
student body without her informing him about it. One day,
she took the intiative and kissed him. They have been on-
again-off-again lovers ever since.
Which proves the truth of the saying: Character is defined
by the things you do when you think no one else is watching.
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