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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. 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. _____________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8 - Text 8377