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My Story by Kenjiro
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MY STORY...................
(posted by Kenjiro)
When I was told that my first official duty as Principal
at a local highschool would be to attend seminars regarding,
'Modern disciplinary procedures for the academic
environment,' I was pretty disappointed. Throughout my
career as a highschool teacher, I'd been forced to attend
such seminars. (well, not really forced, but you don't get
ahead unless you keep up with the times) I had thought that
those days of upgrading my qualifications were over, but
apparently not.
To strike more at the point of the matter, one of the
main focuses of the seminar was on the, "teen-psychology."
That is to say, that they felt it rather important that we,
as teachers, and curricular staff should understand kids
better. The proposed method for achieving this was broken
down into several steps, one of the major ones being the
participation in extra-curricular activities. Well,
personally, I'd coached different school sports, and even
acted as staff sponsor for a number of dances and activities
in the past. That had been what I'd considered
participation. However, the concept which they had in my for
us all was to actually participate. This meant dressing up
on special activity days, actually playing some of the sports
during practices, and taking part in whatever other school-
sanctioned activities occurred. My personal opinion of this
at the time had been fairly skeptical. I proscribe to the
philosophy that the best measure of discipline is a yard
stick to the backside. However, I did realize that times
have changed and that education had to change as well. So, I
drew up a planner for the staff, and implemented the
suggested changes.
About a quarter of the way into the second semester, it
was brought to my attention by one of our staff counselors,
that a young lady had confided to having a sexual encounter
with a member of staff. More to the point, on a school-
sanctioned field trip! The counselor had broken confidence
by notifying me, but I assured her that she had done the
right thing, and immediately asked to see the teacher in
question. For my purposes I'll refer to him as Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith came into my office first thing the next
morning. I'd ask that he arrive around seven am, in order to
have time to discuss this before classes began. He knew
right away what it was about. It was apparent by his
nervousness, and obvious embarrassment. I asked him if a
rumor I'd heard was true, but he merely told me that there
were a lot of rumors, and would I be more specific. So,
straight out, I asked him, "did you have a sexual encounter
with one this school's students?" He looked me straight in
the eye, and answered, "no." What could I do, I mean it was
his word against a student's, and more to the point, I
couldn't prove anything since I couldn't disclose how I'd
found out. I thanked him, thinking in the back of my head
that I'd nail his ass to the wall sooner or later.
At lunchtime, I paged the young girl (whom I'll call
Dana) to my office for a chat. When she showed up, I was
rather surprised at her appearance. She looked far too young
to be in highschool. I would have guessed that she weighed
no more than 80 lbs. She was, however, quite attractive, and
I could see how Mr. Smith could have been tempted. I sat her
down across from me, and told her that I had heard some
rumors around the school. She knew right away what I was
referring to, and suddenly her demeanor changed. It was
obvious that she was on the verge of tears. She tried hard
to hide it, and begged me not to do anything. She said that
she had consented, and that it had just happened. I looked
her in the eye, and asked her why she was crying then. I
knew that the proper thing to do would have been to report
this immediately, and to allow the board to handle the matter
from here on, but to tell the truth, I was mildly excited,
and very curious by all this, so I figured, what the hell,
their own policy states that we should be more personally
involved! So, I comforted her, and when she was calmed down,
I asked her again why she was so upset if everything was,
"ok." She wiped at her eyes, and told begged me once more
not to do anything. She said that she didn't want her
parents to find out, and that she didn't want to cause any
trouble. I found all of this very arousing, I know it may
sound sick, but I liked having her plead with me. In the
end, I told her that she could go, and that I wouldn't do
anything until I talked it over with her.
After she'd gone, I asked that her file be brought into
my office. My vice-principals usually handle the
disciplinary matters, so I generally have to rely upon their
records to inform me of a student's past. Maybe it was
because she'd been vulnerable in my office, but I had the
feeling that she was probably a decent student, with a clean
record as far as trouble went. My suspicions were confirmed
when I read in the file that her last visit had been for a
mistaken truancy, but that she'd brought in a note from her
parents. She was 15, and in grade 10. Her marks weren't
anything spectacular, (an average in the mid sixties) But I
did notice that she had a medical history of passing out from
low blood sugar. I asked the school nurse, and discovered
that she'd seen Dana quite often since she'd registered here
a year ago. Apparently she'd passed out five times during
the period of time. I immediately formed a suspicion in my
head about how Mr. Smith who was about as attractive as a
frog, had achieved his little escapade. I left a note for
Dana to be paged first thing next morning, and went home.
That night I made sure to call Mr. Smith. I told him
that I knew what had occurred, and that I would be taking
this to the school board first thing next week. I told him
that until that time, he was suspended with pay.
The next morning Dana arrived at my office, just after
the announcements were done with. She sat down across from
me again. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that showed
through to her bra. I couldn't help feeling aroused, knowing
what I knew, and suspecting what I did. We discussed the
matter, and she informed me that her parents were strict
Catholics who would not understand how she would have allowed
this man to do this. She confirmed my suspicions about how
she'd had a dizzy spell, and how Mr. Smith had taken her to
her room. She didn't wish to elaborate further as to what
happened, and I knew that I didn't have the authority, or the
qualifications to ask her to. But I did. I told her that I
needed to know everything that happened in perfect detail if
I were to help her without her parents knowing.
She began to cry, and I comforted her as best I could
without actually touching her. I was extremely aroused now,
partly because I knew I was about to hear every single detail
of that night, and partly because I knew that this was
against school policy as much as Mr. Smith's actions were.
She was still in tears as she told me her story. She
said that she'd not actually passed out, but had just felt
dizzy. Mr. Smith had escorted her to her room to make sure
she got there ok, but once he had her inside he had forced
her to take off all her clothes and had proceeded to rape
her. I asked what specifically he had done. She cried for a
few more minutes, refusing to elaborate further. I asked her
if she was certain that she hadn't given consent in any
way. (not that it would matter, the act itself was enough to
get Mr. Smith fired, and maybe even prosecuted.) She shook
her head, and I knew that I was pushing too far. Then she
just collapsed.
I jumped from my desk to were she lay, and my first
reaction was to call for help. But then it suddenly dawned
on me, the opportunity I had here.
I removed her t-shirt, and was working on her jeans when
she began to move. She had opened her eyes, and was
watching me in horror. I felt ashamed, truly ashamed, but
part of me just didn't care. As long as I wasn't caught
until AFTER! I had to have her. I told her that I wouldn't
tell her parents, unless she forced me to. I told her that
no one would believe her anyways, since it was her word
against both mine AND Mr. Smith's. She was sobbing once
more, but she didn't resist much as I pulled off hr jeans.
She was only in her bra and panties now. I lifted her up,
and placed her upon my desk. She was so light, and god how
young! She was sobbing as I slid my hand down her back,
under her panties, and began to feel her ass, and her pussy.
I prodded with a finger into her, and she stifled a gasp into
my shoulder. She wouldn't open her eyes, and as I took off
my own trousers, I could see her body wracking in sobs. I
just didn't care. I told her that I wanted her to suck me,
to take me into her mouth, but she shook her head. She kept
her eyes shut tight, as if that would keep her safe, but I
went on to remind her of how much she needed my help.
Finally, she complied, still sobbing. I grasped her head as
she took me in her wet mouth. She didn't do much, at least
not intentionally, but I didn't care. It was the best blow
job I'd ever had! I was only in her mouth for a couple
minutes, I knew I wouldn't last long, and I wanted to fuck
her cunt. I spread her legs apart and ignored her sobs. I
warned her not to make any noise as I prodded her with my
cock. She was tight and dry, and I couldn't get in at first.
I put my finger to her mouth and told her to suck it, then I
began to finger her with it. It took me a good five minute
to moisten her up enough for penetration, but by then I was
harder than I ever recall being. She squirmed as I fingered
her, and stifled her cries as I began thrusting in and out.
She was still pretty dry and tight, and I was chafing pretty
bad, but right then I didn't feel anything but one hundred
and ninety-nine percent pleasure! As I was about to come, I
pulled out, and grabbed her by the hair, shoving my cock into
her pretty little face. I grunted for her to suck, and she
did. After not even three seconds in her warm mouth, I
exploded, come dripped down her lips, but I told her she had
to swallow. I smacked her across the face when she refused
the first time, and she didn't force me to hit her twice.
She had bled a little, and I quickly cleaned that up with a
kleenex. I wiped her face too. I knew that she hated me for
this, but I couldn't have helped it. She sat and glared,
between her sobbing and glaring I didn't know if I wanted to
comfort her, or belt her one. Finally after fifteen minutes
or so had passed, and I was sure that she would say anything,
and that she was calm enough that no one would know, I let
her leave. She left in tears, but that could be explained
later when I told how I'd caught her lying about having sex
with Mr. Smith. I called her parents up, and told them that
she'd fabricated a story which could have gotten a good
teacher into a lot of trouble. I told them how she'd even
confessed, and how I'd been forced to suspend her for two
weeks. I also told them how concerned I was for her since
she had ran out of my office in tears at the news that she
would be suspended and that her parents would be informed.
They were livid to say the least, but not against me, against
their daughter. I assured them that whatever help I could
offer was theirs, and that she was more than welcome back
after the weeks suspension. They thanked me many times over
before hanging up.
The last loose end was Mr. Smith. I called his home,
and he was surprised to hear from me. I told him that I was
sorry for blowing up at him. I also told him that the girl
had confessed her lie to me, and that I was at this moment
tearing up the letter to the board which I had written the
previous night. I told him that his suspension was over,
that there would be no record of it ever occurring, and that
for all intensive purposes, he had been sick this day.
Needless to say, he was more than relieved, and told me there
were no hard feelings. I agreed, and welcomed him back.
Well, I'm writing this three months later, schools been
out for a couple of weeks now, I haven't been caught, and
I've called Dana down to my office for some follow up "chats"
about three times since the first. We've reached a bit of an
unspoken agreement. She keeps her trap shut, and I don't
cause trouble for her at home. Her marks seem to have
slipped. (she only managed to get 2 credits out of 4) But
she's enrolled in summer school. Its suits me well enough,
seeing as how I have to be here anyways, it looks like I'll
have some one to, "chat" with during the summer break!
I know I risk a lot by writing this, but things like
this don't happen too often... at least they never used
to....!
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