Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2022 04:57:58 +0000 From: OKstoryteller Subject: Bisexual adult/youth - The substitute - part 27 Disclaimer: If you are too young to read this type of story, or if it is illegal in your area, please close this story. Please consider donating to Nifty. Let's all do our part to help keep this site up and running! The Substitute, part 27 I woke early, around 5:30 with Danzi still lying on my chest, the warmth of her naked body was amazing. I laid still, comtemplating my life. I was in awe of the sheer amount of sexual energy I had, the eagerness of the young people to be with me, craving my touch and feel. Like many of them, I was an early participant in sexual play. I have enjoyed a healthy sex life from the age of nine when our neighbor's daughter pulled me into the tool shed and kissed me on the mouth. She told me all sorts of stories about playing naked with her friends. I got to see, feel and taste pussy for the first time that day, two months before my tenth birthday. Betty was my first girlfriend, lover and erotic playmate. My alarm broke the reverie of my flashback. I slid out of bed, covered Danzi and headed to the bathroom. As I showered and got ready for work my mind was organizing my day. The security detail would be removing the secure equipment, cleaning up all evidence of their existence on my property. I had done those exact same tasks in multiple locations around the globe in my previous career. Stealth, secrecy, privacy - there are teams of operatives all over the globe with the populace none the wiser. I made a big breakfast, scrambled eggs, hash browned potatoes, bacon and pancakes before waking my sleeping pal still snug in my bed. Danzi raced to the bathroom, the hiss of her pee cascading into the toilet lasted about a minute. She emerged into the kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts and slid into her seat. We chatted during breakfast, giggling about the powerful sex we shared last night. I told her to get her school work done early and we would go out for a nice meal tonight. She told me she wanted to have a few minutes after school to talk to me about her idea of finding a foster family. Time was short so I told her it was a date, gave her a hug and kiss and headed to school. I got to school about five minutes later than usual. I checked in, picked up my mail but before I could exit the office Chad stepped up boldly and said, Mr. Duggin, I need to see you in my office. I shrugged my shoulders and followed him inside his tiny kingdom. Mr. Duggin, he said sternly, there will be no more punishments in your classroom. You will not engage any of the children in a physical manner. Do I make myself clear? I had a silly smirk on my face, it was hard not to laugh at the pipsqueak trying to be an authority figure in front of me. I asked you a question Mr. Duggin, he repeated. I clearly understand Chad, I replied with a laugh, but as my kids used to say to their friends, you ain't the boss of me. He leapt up out of his chair, I assume to seem more menacing. Chad, I said, relax. First, Mrs. Evans knows and approves of everything going on in my classroom. Second, if this wasn't so comical, I would have already snapped your neck. Third, should I need to escalate this particular situation, I promise you that no one would ever find your body. So, relax, enjoy your day and be in my classroom at the end of the third hour. Did I make myself clear? He stood glaring me, trying to assess his situation I suppose. He was still standing, but his posture was clearly changed. I could read the fear in his eyes, he was assuming a very defensive posture. If he was lying down he would have been in the fetal position for sure. I asked you a question, Chad, I said slowly. Did you understand me? He slumped into his chair, defeated once again. I'm sure this is a recurring theme in his life. He nodded his head then slumped his head onto his desk. Don't worry Chad, I said, I am not interested in fucking your wife or kids. I'm sure that is a disappointment for you, but maybe we can find someone to help you with that fantasy. He looked up at me briefly, before slumping his head back to his desk. He was crying which made me feel a little bad, but what did he expect? Okay Chad, I said cheerily, I will see you in my classroom at the end of the third hour. Have a good morning. I left his office space, smiling as I strode to my classroom. I got my lesson plan loaded, grades entered and paperwork finished about 5 minutes before my first student arrived. I was trying to come up with the perfect plan for Chad's lunch. So many options available, should I bring a girl or boy to the party? At the end of my second hour I asked Jenny to come to my desk. Jenny, I said, I need your help on a special project during lunch today. Are you free to come to my storage room then? She smiled and said, well I was goiong to have lunch with Jessica Downing, could see come too? I smiled, Jessica Downing was in my first hour class, a smallish girl, maybe 5 foot tall, with a flat chest, gorgeous blue eyes, a sweet little butt that drives me crazy. Yes, I replied, that would be perfect actually. Does she enjoy your naughty appetite for playing naked? She is one of the best pussy eaters on the whole cheer squad, Jenny giggled, but I don't think she has ever been with a boy. Virgin territory, WINNING! Great, I said, be here right after the bell, go straight into the storage room and strip. I will join you shortly after the bell. I got my third hour class started on their assignment before heading down to the office. I walked into Chads office unannounced. His back was to the door so I stepped to the side of his desk. His pants were open, his phone was running a slide show of naked teens and preteen girls and boys as he stroked his very small dick. Well Chad, I said, you are the twisted pervert I thought you were. He jumped at the sound of my voice, then stumbled and fell to the floor. His phone slid behind me as he struggle to get up and get his pants on. I picked up his phone without him noticing. I was almost laughing out loud at the sad sight of his performance. I wanted to remind you of our meeting. Two minutes after the second bell. Don't be late Chad, I said as I strode out of his tiny space. I pulled his phone out while walking to my room, it was still running the slide show. I didn't recognise any of the kids pictures so I assumed this was a commercially prepared porn offering. I sat at my desk and began to explore his phone. I got a list of the porn sites he frequents. I scrolled through the picture gallery, lots of pictures of his wife and kids. The kids look to be 11 or 12 now. I found a password protected file, copied it and emailed it to my phone. The last file I found was also a protected file, but he had left it open. There were hundreds of pics of his family. All naked pictures dating back more than 10 years. Lots of pictures of his scrawny body and tiny dick, really tiny, not even 4 inches long. Pictures of his wife naked, some pictures of them fucking. Naked pictures of his kids from a very very age, pictures of him fondling his son and fingering his daughter when they were around two. This was an awesome find for me. I copied the file and emailed it to my secure email. The bell ending the third hour rang causing me to interupt my investigation of his personal phone. Less than a minute after the bell Jennifer and Jessica scurried into the storage room as I had my head down looking at Chad's phone. Five minutes later the second bell rang. Right on time Chad walked into my classroom. I got up, locked the door and said, Chad, quickly take off all your clothes, we don't have a lot of time. He started to speak out in protest when I said, oh, by the way Chad, here's your phone. I found some very interesting photo files as well as some interesting internet browsing history. I stepped past him saying, as soon as you are naked come into the storage room. I stepped into the room, Jennifer and Jessica were alrteady naked. They had heard everything I said to Chad. Jennifer whispered, you are making the Assistant Principal strip naked so we can see him? Yes ma'am, I said, what would you like to do with him? She smiled, turned to Jessica and whispered something than turned back to me and said, we want to spank him. I laughed a little at that idea just as Chad shuffled into the small room. He was naked, his hands covering his tiny package, his eyes were glued to the floor. Move your hands Chad, I ordered, Jennifer and Jessica would like to see you. He hands fell to his side. He had not looked up at all. Now, I said, bend over the counter top, the girls are going to spank you now. He slid forward, leaned over the counter, still without looking at anyone. I handed Jennifer and Jessica wooden rulers and said, okay girls, it's payback day. Time to paddled Chad's naughty bottom. Neither girl wasted a second as they rained down swats with their wooden instruments of pain. Chad's butt quickly became lined with 2 inch marks. He was moaning and sobbing as the girls tormented his pale white butt. I reached under each girl, slipping my index fingers into their little slits. I was fingering them as they continued to paddle the principal. That's enough, I said to the girls, let's let poor Chad's butt have a break. Do you want to see his butt hole?? YES! they squealed. Chad, I ordered, pull your cheeks apart and keep them apart, unless of course you would want some more paddling. Chad complied, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his butt hole to the girls. Jennifer immediately shoved her finger up his butt which caused him to groan loudly. She finger fucked him for a few seconds before telling Jessica to try it. Jessica reached over to pick up a magic marker, then shoved it in and out of Chad's butt while Jennifer laughed. End of part 27 Check out my other stories on Nifty: Bisexual Adult/youth: New to the neighborhood Bisexual Adult/youth - The computer tutor Bisexual Adult/youth - Please tell me grandpa Bisexual incest - The best summer of my life Bisexual encounters - It happened at Kohls Please don't forget to donate to Nifty! Let's keep this site up and running folks. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html