She clicked her tongue reprovingly. "First off, they're not children. You're all adults in the eyes of the law. If you weren't their teacher, you could fuck them all day every day and nobody could say boo. Second, that's not what you're accused of. The charge is a teacher engaging in sexual conduct with students. What they've seen doesn't look good, but they didn't walk in on... well, any of the hundred-odd incidents that would be damning." Hearing it that way was at least some relief. Not much, but some. "How do you rate my odds?" She was quiet a moment; I could hear Candy in the background prodding her to admit she'd just come in her panties, Isa shushing her. "It's hard to say, master. Horen wants your head, that's for sure. Still, all she has is girls who will all swear you knew nothing about their state of undress, and a grainy video of what's probably a student kissing you in a bar. If I were you, I'd be getting in touch with my union and contesting the charges. You'll look a
Tuesday morning I contacted my union rep to appeal my dismissal and for legal counsel. They rushed somebody out before noon, a tired-looking fellow named Capaldi with wire-frame glasses and only a few lonely hairs left on his head. I explained my situation using the lies I'd settled on with Isa. We were still talking over what to expect when I got the call from someone at the police department asking me to come in for questioning as soon as possible. The appointment was set for that afternoon. I'd driven past the place a thousand times without a second glance, an old brick building next to the courthouse. It was on my route to the high school. Nonetheless, it was a daunting thing, walking into that police department with all that guilt weighing me down. I couldn't escape the feeling that I would never leave, like they would ask the perfect question and I'd be left with no choice but to confess all my sins and throw myself at their absent mercy. Capaldi and I were led to a sparsely d
I'd meant it as a joke, but Tabitha nodded austerely. "I mean to. That is, at least as long as you're out of jail and all. Do you really think that'll happen? Because I'm going to have to make more corrections to my five-year plan if that's the direction this all goes." Touching. "I don't know. My lawyer didn't laugh in my face and tell me I'm fucked, at least, but I suppose we'll see how our little fiction plays out. How were things in school today? Are we trending?" "Nah, I haven't heard anybody talking yet. Can't believe the principal could walk in on me showing you my bare butt and not even get in trouble for it. I guess Mrs. Horen kept her mouth shut about it though, because I wasn't even getting weird looks. So far, so good, I guess." I got to work on my own clothes. "That's a relief. If we can actually somehow keep this under wraps, coming back will be a lot easier." "Yeah, it'd be nice not to graduate with an asterisk. 'Most likely to whore her way through college' doesn't
"If I spank you any more, it's going to bruise. It may have already," I told her some hours later. She looked back at me, sulking. "So? So when I sit down tomorrow, I'll remember how much Mr. Canon approves of my ass. It'll feel good. Go on. Bruise me." I patted the bed. "Come on, give it a rest for a bit. I can only take so much." Tabitha stood, frowning, and gestured to my admittedly fully erect shaft upthrust from my prone position. "Really? Because it looks like you could take more." "I meant my hand, actually. But if you're so intent on brushing up, climb aboard. You're almost as bad as Taylor about getting me off-topic from my lesson plan." Not that I'd had a plan. And no one was as bad as Taylor. It was a little strange, in a way. If I had told Taylor to mount my cock, she'd have grinned that self-satisfied smirk of hers. Abbie, too. Cassie would have practically leapt on it. No, not practically, definitely. Isa would pout, Candy too, but they'd have that angrily horny fac
"Like hell you didn't! But it doesn't even matter. You don't have to. Look at you, Mr. Canon. Yeah, us girls are all hot, boobs and pussies and an excuse to bandy about the term 'nubile' in your head and whatever. Sure. You like that, but that's not what you love about it. It's breaking us. Taking the evil bitch who's pissed you off and putting her on her knees with your dick in her mouth and there's nothing she can do about it. Taking your backstabbing neighbor and making her not just watch you fuck her only daughter, but thank you for it, help you think of new uses for her. I don't know what all you have going on with Officer Barbour, but I'd bet my bottom dollar that when it's just the two of you, that woman crawls when and where you snap and point. "Or take me. The pretty, prissy honors girl, and you fucked my head so bad that I can actually orgasm from you spanking me. I think I came harder from that than from the actual sex - which also felt amazing, because you made me need to
"I... you're right. Cassie wouldn't like it. Tell you what, let's do it regular today, OK? Just climb on and fuck me, and we'll call it a day." She arched a brow. "You're sure? You wanna fuck an ass, I'm happy to be the ass you fuck. I'm down for whatever. Besides, I owe you." "I know you are, Meg. Just... shut up and fuck me, OK?" She tapped my nose playfully as she once more reared up to mount me, though this time face to face. "You say the sweetest things, Canon." I let Megan do the work. After all, she was the one paying down a debt. She didn't let my distractedness deter her, either, grinding those wide hips of hers with vigor. Why had I turned her down? It wasn't like I'd made a promise to Cassie to use her ass exclusively. I'd even promised Tabitha that very morning to give her a chance to do a little "holework" (my pun, but Ithinkher laugh was sincere...?) on that front. Or back, as it were. Now though, I felt bad. All I was putting them through, and who knew how much wo
A meeting, eh. That one was hard. I was no expert on what could and couldn't be shared by Principal Horen. Employment law wasn't covered in teacher school. Still, I doubted that whatever confidentiality I might enjoy extended to issues of student discipline, so the rest didn't really matter. The trip from "by the way, apropos of nothing, we found four girls exposing themselves in H121 Monday afternoon" to "oh isn't that Mr. Canon's room? Say, where's he been the past two days?" could be measured with a slide rule. From there, I'd be an object of suspicion in perpetuity. Maybe Megan had been right, resigning was the way to go. Spare the girls any more discomfort for lying to me, avoid a potentially hostile work environment. There was no need to decide until I knew I wasn't being arrested, though, so we'd cross that bridge when we came to it. Tonight was the last girls track meet of the season, so it would be hours yet before Cassie (and probably Tabitha) would arrive. Focusing enough
I hit send. I'm busy for a little while yet. 10:00 sharp. Don't be early. Don't be late. It was only half past eight now; should give us plenty of time. "Two at a time is plenty," I answered casually, then returned my attention to whatever Cassie was yammering on about. I lead them to the bedroom, patiently waiting for a breath in which to interject. "So you did well?" "Not a personal best, but I came in third, and the top time was from this girl who's all-state so there was no way I was gonna beat her anyway, plus I had almost three seconds on fourth place. I think it was 2.88, but I could be misremembering. It was close to that, at least. Anyway not to change the subject, but are you going to grade me from now on, too? That seems like a lot of pressure, but I guess pleasuring you is a lot of fun so maybe I need to be held to a higher standard to grow, huh. I'll never be the ultimate butt slut if I don't keep pushing myself." I couldn't help but smile at that. I tilted her chin up