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The Class Ring Ch. 01

By: Teacher44



"Have you heard the rumors that I'm retiring?" asked Tim Wilkinson as I sat across from him in his office. "It is true; I am planning on retiring at the end of the school year. I figure 33 years in this school is long enough, and I have you to thank for the push."

"Me?" I asked incredulously. My thoughts suddenly became panicked, trying to figure out what I had done to make my principal retire. "Why me?"

"Calm down, Brucie, you haven't done anything wrong. In fact, the opposite is true." He got up, closed and locked the door, and sat back down in his tall, leather chair. He then took off what appeared to be a class ring and set it on the desk in front of me. "When I first came to this school as a teacher 33 years ago, I was an idealist, much like you were when you came here four years ago. In my fifth year, Mr. Walton called me into his office and told me he was retiring, much like I'm having this conversation with you now.

"He told me of his secret for keeping the school running as well as it had, and his desire to be relieved of the burden, such that it was. He had wanted to retire for a few years, but needed someone he could trust with the secret before he left."

I remembered Mr. Walton vaguely, mostly from stories my parents told me. He was the principal when they went to Central. The school prospered under his leadership, I had heard. He was legendary for his ability to create harmony and compromise among groups of people, his faculty adored him, and the students all respected him. The same could be said about Mr. Wilkinson. 

"What does that have to do with me, Mr. Wilkinson?" I asked. 

"Please, Bruce, I appreciate the tone of respect, but you've been here four years. I'm not your old teacher anymore; I'm your professional colleague. Call me Tim. I've said that before. Anyway, I find myself much in the same situation that Mr. Walton was in. I've wanted to retire for a few years, but I needed someone I could trust to pass the secret on to. Frankly, I was waiting to see if you were going to stay or bolt out the door for another school once you got tenure. I'm glad you stayed, and I think you will be as well."

My panic attack subsided a bit, but I was still confused. "I have no intention of leaving, Tim. I went to school here, my parents went to school here, and I was thrilled to be asked to join the faculty here. I owe a debt to the teachers of this school, and I intend to repay it by being one of those teachers who builds others up like I was."

"That's what I had hoped to hear you say," Mr. Wilkinson said. "Have you ever wondered what the secret to keeping this school running as peaceably and efficiently as it has been? It's all in that ring on the desk." He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned forward. "That innocent looking ring allows the wearer to influence the thoughts and actions of other people. That's the secret to how I can get what I want around the school, around the community, and especially out of the school board. I needed someone I could trust to give the ring to; someone who I knew was loyal to Central and would stay here. The ring doesn't work unless you are working here. It's an old Central High School class ring that was enchanted years ago. I don't know how or by whom, but I have an idea of the purpose." I stared at the ring while he kept talking to me. "You can get anything you want, pretty much. The only rule, if you call it that, that I have found is that if the ring thinks you are getting too selfish, it will start to tighten around your finger. Slowly at first, enough to let you know it is paying attention. If you continue to be selfish, it will tighten more, causing pain and suffering. Mr. Walton told me that one of the first to wear the ring couldn't stop himself from wanting more and more, and the ring eventually crushed his bone and the doctors had to amputate his finger in order to get it off."

I looked up at him, then back at the ring, then up at him again. "And you want to give this to me? Why?"

"Because I trust you. I know you will do what is right for Central High, and that you will stay here. Your loyalties are obvious to everyone who knows you professionally and personally. Your character is unquestioned, and you are the obvious choice for me. You will, of course, need to work your way into an administrative position of power around here to do what is best for the school. But, don't be afraid to use it for a little personal gain. The ring will allow that, as long as you don't get too selfish, like I said. I've had it squeeze me two or three times, and I always backed off of what I was wanting at the time."

Mr. Wilkinson stood up and put the ring on, went to unlock the door, and then sat back down and pressed the intercom button. "Ms. Wallace," he said, "could you come in for a few minutes? I need you to do something for me."

"Certainly, Mr. Wilkinson," came the cheery voice over the phone. "Let me finish this phone call and I'll be right in."

As we waited, I sat there in silence. It was much to absorb, and I wasn't sure if I believed it all or not. Mr. Wilkinson had been my favorite teacher in high school, the only one to make social studies interesting. He had been as much an entertainer as he was a history teacher, and we learned about the ancient world as much through his stories and dress-up performances as we did from the textbook. 

My silence was broken by the sound of Linda Wallace coming in the office. A real stunner, she was, all 5'6" of her with her short cropped brown hair, her thin waist making her average sized breasts look larger than they really were, her ass held prominently in place by the tight skirts she wore most days, including this one. "Linda, lock the door and turn down the door shade, please," Mr. Wilkinson said to her as he turned the ring one time around on his finger. She turned and did so as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. "Remember you and me talking about me retiring if I could find someone loyal enough to the school to trust? Well, Bruce is that person. But he needs a demonstration of how the secret works."

I looked to Mr. Wilkinson, then to Linda. "Linda," he said, "Mr. Kramer needs a reward for accepting my offer. Let him play with your boobs for a while, then give him a nice blowjob."

My jaw dropped as I processed his words, and stayed open while Linda unbuttoned her blouse as she walked over to me. She reached down, took my hands, and placed them on her breasts and gently held them tight against her flesh. I squeezed gently at first, still not truly believing this was happening. As I squeezed harder, I heard her moan softly, then watched as her hands dropped away from mine. I took the signal that she did want me to do this, and I grabbed her tits more roughly. I took each nipple between the thumb and index finger of my hand and pinched them. She groaned audibly, then whispered, "Yes, Bruce, just like that." I pulled on her nipples, drawing her close to me. I grabbed a nipple between my teeth, tugging lightly as my hands fondled her tits. I squeezed the soft flesh, gently at times and rough at times, listening to her responses. I sucked hard on the underside of her tit, licking and nipping at it with my teeth, then flicking my tongue back and forth over her nipple. When she threw her head back and groaned "Oh, yes!" out loud, I switched to the other breast and did the same thing. She pulled back after about 30 seconds, then dropped to her knees and started frantically undoing my pants. 

I stood up to help her, and she quickly undid my belt and dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles. My cock sprang out at her, and she engulfed it with her mouth. I was amazed at how passionately she attacked it, alternating between sucking it and licking up and down the shaft. I was okay in the endowment department, but my dick had never felt fuller or longer than right now. I was so hard it felt like it would just explode at any minute. 

It was then as I noticed Tim walk up behind her, lift her skirt up over her ass and cut her panties off with a pair of scissors. Linda didn't even notice, or at least if she did she never broke her concentration on my cock. Tim dropped his own pants, knelt down behind her, and guided his impressive cock into her. He went in so smoothly and easily I figured she must be dripping wet. 

"Please, Bruce, I need to cum," Linda said to me as she looked up through her bangs. "Please cum for me. Tasting your cum will turn me on so much, it will make my orgasm so much better for Tim. Please cum for me."

Wow, I thought. If she wants it, she's welcome to it. I sat down on the edge of the chair and spread my legs wider. I grabbed her head with both hands and pushed her up and down on my cock. The sensation was wonderful, like letting a girl ride you but with her mouth instead of her pussy. Meanwhile, Tim had a hold of her hips and was just plowing into her from behind, his pelvic bones smacking against her firm ass. Linda sucked harder, and with all the excitement I could not contain myself any longer. I held her head still and spewed blast after blast into the office secretary's mouth, arching my hips towards her face with every shot. She sucked down everything I had, then reached down between her legs and started pinching her clit. She let go of my cock and turned around to look at Tim. "Can I please cum now, Tim? Are you almost ready?"

Tim smiled back at her, winked at me, and said, "Yes, Linda, lets cum together." I could see the tension in Tim's body as he released inside of her pussy, and feeling that first spurt sent Linda over the edge. I half expected her to scream out loud, but she stuffed my softening cock into her mouth and just started to shake. Her hips moved at random, like they were having their own little seizure, but Tim held them firm while he continued to pound his cum into her. After what seemed like forever but was probably about half a minute, Linda collapsed onto the floor.

I looked down at my principal's secretary, half naked on the floor of his office. I looked up to him and whispered, "The ring?" He nodded back at me, and then slid it up and down his finger to show me that it had not tightened on his finger. He grabbed two washcloths from the bottom drawer of his desk, used one to clean himself and Linda, and tossed the other one to me. As I stood and wiped myself before getting redressed, Tim asked me if I was convinced now of the power of the ring. I nodded. Linda stood, walked over to one of the closet drawers behind Tim, and pulled out a clean pair of panties. I gathered that he fucked her regularly, and made a mental note of it.

After Linda left the office and returned to her job, I asked him how he figured out that he could get laid and not piss off the ring. He laughed. "I didn't use it much the first three years, because I was still teaching. I found I could get professors to give me high grades on my graduate work, and after my degree I became an assistant principal. By the way, this is the path I would expect you to follow. For the first couple of years, I only used the ring to keep order in the school, influence the school board on budget matters, make angry parents see things my way, that sort of thing. It's what Mr. Walton had in mind for me to do, I suppose. But one day, about 15 years ago, I was having a conference with April Hanson. You remember her, right?" 

I nodded quickly. She taught 9th grade English. You couldn't have written better comedy than watching hormonal freshmen tripping over themselves to do what the hottest teacher in the school wanted them to. "Well," Mr. Wilkinson continued, "we were having an evaluation conference. It had been a stressful day, and I was playing with the ring. I looked up at her and thought how wonderful it would be to able to get rid of the tension in my shoulders. To my amazement, April got up, walked behind me, and started massaging my shoulders. I thought about the ring, wondered if it had commanded her to do it. So, I put it to a little test. I knew I could make her forget the incident if it went wrong, so I told her that her massage felt great, but that she was so attractive it was making my cock hard and asked her to relieve that tension too. Did you know that she didn't wear underwear? Neither did I until she pushed me back in the chair and dug out my pecker. Then she lifted her dress up, climbed on top of me, and sunk her pussy down right on top of me. I used the ring to keep her quiet, and damn she was a good fuck, but I had to erase that incident from seven or eight different people's memories that day. Fair warning; be discreet. I learned my lesson."

I looked down at the ring. Now that I knew its power, I wondered if I was up to the task. Mr. Wilkinson obviously thought so, and I respected him immensely. But still I was nervous. "So... what now?"

Tim laughed. "First, you don't get the ring until my retirement dinner. I'll need it for the rest of the year for sure. Secondly, I know you've already started on your Master's degree, but you will need to change its focus to administration. That way, I know you're serious about using the ring to its fullest potential. If you show me you're serious about accepting my offer, then I'll let you use the ring a few times so you can get a handle on its powers. Eventually, you can use the ring to make sure you get your promotions and, more importantly, to make sure you stay here at Central." He stood up and shook my hand. "I'm looking forward to retirement now. I can count on you to do the right thing, yes?"

"Absolutely, Tim. Twenty-four hours ago there was no place I'd rather work then here at Central High. Now, there's really no place I'd rather be than here. I'm honored that you trust me to carry on your legacy and with the secret of the ring."

The Class Ring Ch. 02



It had been about two weeks since Tim had told me his story about the ring. I was beginning to wonder if it had been a dream. We hadn't crossed paths much since that day, and it was never brought up during the brief times we did see each other. As I came in to work that Friday morning, I got a soda from the machine and went to my mailbox as usual. I picked up my attendance cards, a flyer from the local union rep, and a handwritten note from Tim. Please stop by my office after school today, around 2:45, it said. Curious, as notes from administrators always scared the crap out of me. I've always been the eternal pessimist, expecting the worst out of every situation. Even worse, it was a quiz day, one in which I gave quizzes to students in all my classes. That meant I didn't have the distraction of actually teaching, and got to dwell on all the bad things that he could possibly want to see me about. 

At the end of the day, I wandered a bit around the school running minor errands. Tim didn't want me to his office until about half hour after school was over, but I didn't want to get wrapped up in anything time consuming. I saw Mrs. Lawson, who was my biology teacher many years ago. I said, "Hi, Mrs. Lawson" as I always do, and she giggled and reminded me that I hadn't been her student in a long time, and I should call her Jenny. Except for the giggling part, it was a typical exchange between us. She seemed much happier than usual, and I smiled, thinking she needed some happiness after having to deal with the disruptive pinheads she deals with day in and day out. I also thought how cute she looked for being in her early 50s. 

I went back to my room, put my copies away, gathered up my stuff for the weekend and headed down to Mr. Wilkinson's office. Nervously, I knocked on the door. I was surprised to hear that same giggly voice say "I'll get it!" followed by a click of the lock and an opening of the door. I walked in, a bit confused as Jenny closed and locked the door behind me. I was even more confused when I watched Jenny walk over and kneel in front of Tim and start to suck his cock again. 

Tim looked down at Jenny, stroking her hair as she bobbed up and down on his dick, then looked up at me and said, "You remember Jenny Lawson, don't you Bruce? She always was a cute one, that's why I convinced her to stay around all these years." He then tapped the ring on his finger and winked at me. I understood. He used the power of the ring to make her happy as a teacher, and to keep her around so he could play with her. "Doesn't her skirt look nice today?" he continued. "I like the faculty dress code. Gives me something to look forward to." He then looked down at Jenny. "Do you have something to say to Bruce?"

"Oh yes I do," she replied excitedly, gently stroking Tim's cock while she turned to talk to me. "I've always thought you were a handsome man, even back when you were in my biology class. Tim always let me pick some of the students I wanted to have in my class, and I wanted you because you were bright and nice to look at." I knew I was blushing, and my voice evaded me for a bit, so I just looked down at the floor a bit before looking back at her. "Come here, Bruce. Come and lift my skirt and let me show you how much I think of you."

I walked over, knelt down behind her, and placed my fingertips on the inside of her left thigh. She moaned at the touch as she went back to sucking Tim's dick, giving it little licks and kisses up and down the shaft. I ran my fingers higher up the smooth skin, under her skirt, listening to her moans get ever so louder the higher my fingers traveled. I reached up to feel her panties, and was surprised to find only wet skin. She groaned loudly as I ran first one finger, and then a second, up and down her moist slit. "Please put it in, I need it inside" she pleaded, then started sucking harder on Tim's cock. She started taking him all the way in her mouth, up and down, more and more each time. She growled as I sunk two fingers into her cunt, but didn't stop sucking this time. More groans followed as I fucked her dripping cunt with my fingers, lifting her skirt over her hips with my other hand. I slid my fingers out and replaced them with my thumb, letting me rub her clit at the same time. I heard an "oh, yes" escape from her mouth, then as she began to twitch I saw Tim grab both sides of her head. 

Tim said to me, "Make her cum. I want her to be cumming when she swallows me." Not wanting to disobey the principal, I reached under her and grabbed a breast with my free hand while slamming my thumb into her dripping cunt, trying as best as I could to keep those two fingers on her clit. It was difficult to do as she bounced her hips around, but I was giving it my best effort. Then, she started shaking, and she stiffened a bit, then started shaking some more. I knew she was coming when I could feel her clamp down on my thumb. Tim noticed it too, and held her head steady as he shoved his cock as far into her mouth as he could and let go with his own orgasm. Jenny's cheeks hollowed as she sucked down as much of his cum as she could. Most of it stayed inside her mouth, and she was quick to wipe off the excess with her finger and suck it down. 

I sat back on my heels with a smile on my face. I always enjoyed making women orgasm, and this was no exception. Jenny looked back at me with a huge grin on her face, and then looked up to Tim. "Can I fuck him now?" she asked. 

Tim looked down at me and laughed. "Sure, sweetie. Knock yourself out."

She literally pounced on me, knocking me to the floor when she landed on top of me. She kissed me hard, hard enough that I could taste Tim's cum in her mouth. Ordinarily I would have objected, but in this situation I wasn't going to say anything that could ruin the moment. She slid down my legs, unbuckled and unzipped my pants and shoved them down around my ankles. She fished out my hard cock from my underwear and climbed on top, sinking quickly down onto it. Then she looked at me and giggled again. "God, I never thought I'd get the chance to fuck you, Bruce. I've always wanted to, you know, all the way back in biology class." She rode my dick hard, her hands on my chest for support as she bounced her ass up and down, slamming her pussy onto my dick. "Grab my tits, will ya? Yeah, that's it. Pinch those nipples. Oh, yes, like that. Mmmmm. So when you joined the faculty, I asked Tim if there was a way... oh, damn your cock feels good... a way to include you... oh, god, so close... for me to get to fuck you... and here I am... fucking... your... oh... hard... cock... yes..." and then she sat straight up on my cock, arching her back and grabbing her tits roughly as she came. Her pussy squeezed my cock while she sat there, and after a few moments I could feel her wetness as it dampened my pubic hair. Thirty or forty seconds later, she leaned forward, resting on my chest with my dick still inside her. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug and kiss, gently thrusting up inside her as she lay on me. 

I looked past her shoulder to see Tim coming up behind her, his dick hard in his hand. He kneeled down behind her, and I could tell he was getting his finger wet with some of her cum that had dribbled down her leg (and mine). I held Jenny tight so she couldn't look behind her, and I laughed when she squeaked in response to Tim's wet finger probing her ass. When he slipped two fingers inside her, I could feel it on my cock through the anal and vaginal walls separating them. When I knew that Tim was going to plunge into her ass, I held Jenny's head tightly between my hands and looked her straight in the eyes. When he popped the head of his cock into her back door, she flinched a bit, but still looked at me. She was used to somebody being back there regularly, as it didn't take long to get used to him. As he slowly sank into her tight, warm ass her eyes fluttered, then rolled back into her head a bit. 

Once he started thrusting into her from behind, I started thrusting up into her pussy from underneath. I worked out the timing so we were going in and out at opposite times, so Jenny had no time where she wasn't filled somewhere. She started whimpering softly, then randomly spitting out comments about how good it felt, then getting a bit louder and babbling incoherently with a few "oh, yes" and "oh, God" comments thrown in for good measure. She was obviously enjoying the tag team. I have to admit I enjoyed her reactions as much as I did the feeling of her wet snatch hugging my cock. 

I didn't know how much longer we could go on, and I was starting to feel the urge to spew. Tim had already come once, so he could take longer, but I knew ass fucking always made me come much quicker than the pussy or the mouth did, so maybe he'd be on time too. Jenny was on Neptune, floating in and out of orgasms for the ten minutes or so the three of us had been at it. I whispered into her ear "I'm gonna cum into my hot teacher's pussy now", then reached between us and pinched her nipples hard as I spewed. She screamed out some unintelligible sound, and her whole body clenched. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock, I could feel the muscle tension in her body, and I guessed the way Tim was grunting as he was slamming her ass that it was clamping down on his dick, too. He came quickly after that, holding her hips and sinking his cock as deep into her bowels as he could while he unloaded. When Jenny relaxed enough to let the two of us out of her, he sat back on the floor while I just held her for a little while longer before she rolled off of me.

Jenny went for the towels in his closet, and the three of us cleaned up a bit. I was concerned with my clothes showing wet spots I'd missed, so I asked Jenny to see if I missed any. She giggled, ran her hands up my thighs, and kissed the head of my cock, saying "I think that was the only one." 

I got dressed, and went over to Tim to speak to him softly enough that Jenny couldn't hear. "Tim", I said, "I've got a meeting with a parent on Tuesday, and it could be problematic. It's Jack Johnson's mom, and you know how she gets when he lies to her and tells her that he hasn't done anything wrong, that his teacher's just don't like him because he speaks his mind." I tapped my ring finger discreetly and said, "Can I borrow it that afternoon? She's coming at 3:00."

He looked pleased, as if I was beginning to understand the true power of the ring and how it could make running the school easier. "Sure, come after school and pick it up. Remember the good of the school, and how nice it would be for us as a faculty if she could be persuaded that her son is a conniving liar and that we try our best with him. While you have the chance, you also might want to schedule a quick two minute meeting with him to try and convince him to change his behavior."

I nodded and said, "I understand. I will most definitely do that too. Perhaps I'll meet with him first, then have him sit in with me and his mother for a while. Then I'll send him off and his mother and I will meet and discuss together how we can best deal with him. I'll be by Tuesday around 2:30."



The Class Ring Ch. 03



Chapter 3
Borrowing the ring to deal with a parent

It was about 20 minutes after the school day ended that I first wore the ring. I had picked it up from Mr. Wilkinson a minute before but waited until I got back to my classroom to put it on. I was amazed that it felt loose going on, but that it changed shape to conform to my finger. Could that have really happened, a piece of metal changing in size on its own? It felt a little heavier than a normal class ring, but being as old as it was I can imagine that the metals it was made of were different than the strong, lightweight materials used for today's rings. I wondered a bit about the ring. Was it enchanted by magic somehow, a spell or ritual? Was it made of some unknown metal that had otherworldly properties? The ring started to feel a little tight, and I remembered what Tom had said the first time: The ring will tell you if you are going off track. I figured that the ring was telling me it didn't want me to find out its secrets, so I stopped thinking actively about it. When I thought about my upcoming meeting, it relaxed its grip on me.

Knock, knock. "Come in, Mrs. Johnson," I said. "C'mon in Jack, I'm glad you're here, too, since this is about you and me." I touched the ring as I got up to greet them, and sent out a thought to Jack not to say anything stupid. I knew it was a broad statement, but I wasn't sure how detailed I needed to be. Plus, it worked as he didn't say anything at all as he and his mother joined me at a group of desks in the middle of the room.

Marissa Johnson was a healthy woman. As a fairly average looking white man, it is always a bit exotic to see an attractive black woman. About my height, a little heavy but not fat, just your basic above average middle-aged figure. Her skin was smooth, milk-chocolate smooth, and her deep brown eyes just drew me in. I couldn't help but smile, even though I knew she had a reputation for blasting teachers. This time it was going to be different.

"Before we get started, Mrs. Johnson, I wanted to thank you for coming in to see me. I know we could have done this over the phone, but in cases where I have a strong disagreement with a parent I want to have the face-to-face contact needed for both of us to keep our emotions in check and find a solution that's best for the student."

Marissa was a bit taken aback by that. She was expecting hostility, and I wasn't going to give it to her. "Umm, thank you Mr. Kramer. I really do want what's best for Jack, and it's frustrating to have to fight with teachers every year to get what I think that ought to be." 

"Ok," I said. "First, I'd like Jack to talk. I think that perhaps there's a difference in what you are hearing and what is actually happening." I turned to look at Jack, and started to gently turn the ring around my finger. "Jack, I want you to tell your Mom what's going on in class. Tell her why your grades are not where they should be, and tell her why I have had to ask you to leave the room and go to the office a half-dozen times this quarter. Don't be nervous. If you've been telling Mom stories that aren't quite the way things really are, now is the time to come clean, and I promise in front of your mother that I won't hold it against you."

Jack sat upright in his chair, full of confidence. It was a big contrast to the Jack I was used to seeing, the Jack that ducked his head while he sat in his chair trying to avoid being called on, and the Jack that was always on the defensive, looking for an argument anytime he thought someone was trying to embarrass him. "Mom, I haven't been telling you the truth. I'm failing, and it's not Mr. Kramer's fault, it's mine. I haven't been doing my work because I don't want to, not because he won't help me with it. I can do it, I know the stuff. Problem is, if I get good grades, especially in Mr. Kramer's class which is supposed to be pretty hard, then my buds won't take me seriously because they'll think I sold out the street. They think the only education you need is the one you get on the street, and school is just a place to hang out with your buds and get a good rep.

"I've been giving Mr. Kramer a hard time, too. He's been nothing but good to me, trying to help me, trying to tell me that he thinks I can do it because I can do ok on the tests without doing any of the work. He's sent me out because I get mad at him because I know he's right, but I can't let anyone else know that, so I start a ruckus to get kicked out. That way, I protect my rep and I don't have to think any more about what he's sayin', know what I mean? It's hard being in that class sometimes, cause he makes sense, and I don't got the nerve to tell my boys to back off.

"Mr. Kramer, I'm sorry for all the problems I've caused you. I know I'm gonna get mine, and I'm cool with that. I just want you to know it's nothing personal. I like you, and I felt bad about telling lies on you, but I didn't see any other way to protect mine, you know?"

I was stunned at the power of the ring. Mrs. Johnson was stunned at her son's admission. Jack sat there waiting, knowing his mom was going to light him up, but not shrinking away. It was a weird silence for a few seconds. I touched the ring and projected a thought to Jack. Good job. Maybe you should wait outside while your mom and I talk. We'll call you back in when we're ready. Almost immediately, Jack stood up and turned to us both. "I know you two have a lot to talk about, and it's probably best that I'm not here to interrupt or do anything else stupid. I'll wait outside until you're ready for me." He leaned down and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and said, "I'm sorry for all the fussin, Momma. I'll do better." 

His mom looked up and I could see emotion in her eyes. "Ok, Jack. We'll talk later. I think you're right, Mr. Kramer and I have some things to discuss now." Jack turned and went out the door, shutting it gently behind him. "Mr. Kramer", Marissa said, "I'm sorry I doubted you. I don't know what you did to the boy, but you certainly made an impression on both of us. He's never admitted to anything before. It was always that the teacher didn't like him because he said what he thought was right, and I believed him because he's my baby and he doesn't lie to me. Now I see differently. I couldn't believe what he said. I'm still having trouble believing it." She shook her head slightly, as if to try and shake out the confusing thoughts in her head. "I just can't believe it."

I let her sit in silence for a few moments, and saw how vulnerable she looked. I walked around to her side of the desk, sat down next to her, and gave her a gentle hug. She looked like she needed one so badly, and she was definitely more attractive now that her defenses were let down. "I feel so guilty," she said. "All those teachers I've given grief to. I just thought they couldn't handle a proud black man. It's what I thought about you, that's why I was surprised you wanted me to come in, because the only thing more difficult to handle than a proud black man is an angry black woman." 

I chuckled, and she smiled. It was the first smile the entire time we were there. I leaned in and gave her another hug, and told her it was okay. "You're not the first angry parent I've dealt with, and not the last. In fact, to me angry parents are a sign that there are people out there who still do care about how their children are taught, and I think that's a good thing."

She looked at me, straight in the eyes, her hand resting on my knee. "Thank you, Mr. Kramer, for caring about my son. I don't know what I can do to repay you." I clasped my hands together and looked to be in deep thought. I tried to figure out what way to put it best. I touched the ring again, and sent her a thought. Yes you do know how to repay me, and if you ask me ahead of time I promise that no one will know. 

"Mr. Kramer," she said, her hand sliding up higher on my thigh, "I hope that my being forward isn't a problem for you, but I've got a good idea in my mind about how to pay you back for all your help with Jack." She looked down at my lap, and then looked back up at me. "I just don't want anyone else to know. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, Mrs. Johnson, I know what you mean. Nothing needs to leave this room." With that, I leaned down and brushed her lips with mine, giving her the sweetest kiss I could find. She returned my kiss, putting one hand behind my head and groping my crotch with the other. My dick was instantly hard, and she was massaging it well through my pants. I wanted a quickie, and this was going to be a good one. I reached out with both hands, squeezing her tits hard, and she groaned in excitement. She moved both hands to my belt, undoing it and pulling my pants and boxers to the floor. I sat down on the chair and pulled her to me, reaching up under her dress and yanking at her panties. I pulled them down to her ankles, and after she stepped out of one leg I pulled her to me, straddling me with her thong dangling around her other ankle. She moved around a bit, and my straining cock found her entrance without either of us using our hands. As my cock slid inside her incredibly warm pussy, she threw her head back. I put my hands behind her, gripping her ass cheeks as she rocked her hips back and forth. I looked at her directly, but she was in another world, her head tilted back and her eyes practically shut. I whispered to her, "Yes, Marissa, that's it baby. Make me a man. Show me what black pussy is all about." 

Oh, but if that didn't set her on fire. She started grinding hard against me, started saying all sorts of nasty things. "That's it boy. Rock this black pussy. Give me what I deserve. All this time in this school and I'ma get me some good stuff now. Fuck me, boy. Fuck me good. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord help me, this white boy fucking me good." 

I looked down at her. "You want me to bite on those nice chocolate titties? Feed me, Marissa. Let me nibble those Hershey's kisses." She started pulling at her top, and I was afraid she was going to pop her buttons off. She pulled her tits out of her bra and yanked my head down towards them. "Eat my titties. Bite 'em hard. Make me cum. Hell, I don't even know your first name, but dammit you need to make me cum." 

I smiled, and sucked one brown tit into my mouth as far and as hard as I could. I ran the flat of my tongue over her stiff nipple while she rocked back and forth on my cock. There was no in-out here, just my dick stuffed up into her while she rocked her hips on me. "Oh, honey", she stammered as I stopped sucking and took the nipple between my teeth. When I bit down she seized up and started cumming. I knew she was because she told me so. "Yes, baby, oh, baby. I never knew a white man could be this good. Oh, god, I'm cumming, baby."

I could feel my orgasm starting. I lifted my head and whispered in her ear, "My name is Bruce. Now, where do you want Bruce's vanilla cream, baby? Do you want me to plant it in that chocolate pussy, or do want to drink it straight down?

"I've got to taste it", she said. With that, she practically jumped up off me and swallowed my cock whole. Not too difficult with my average size, but damn did it feel good. No licking, no playing around, just sucking and bobbing her head up and down, trying like a vacuum cleaner to get the cum out of me. There was no slowing down on my part, and my cock exploded in her mouth. She groaned happily as she swallowed the five or six spurts that came out. When she was satisfied that nothing more was going to come out, she let go and leaned back against my desk. I had remembered what Tom had done, and had put some hand towels in my drawer. I grabbed one and cleaned between her thighs, giving her a quick kiss on her puss when I was done, then cleaned what Mrs. Johnson didn't suck down off of me. 

"No one knows, Bruce. Ever. You promised me." 

"Yes, Marissa. I have no reason to ever say anything. Jack will kill me twice, and then I'll lose my job. I don't want that, and I don't want you to be in fear of anything either."

We rested for a few minutes. She told me how hard it was going to be for Jack to face his friends and tell them he wanted to do well in school. I told her it was going to be much easier with the love and support of a great mom, and she smiled. I also told her that I knew that if his teachers believed he was going to change, and that they knew she would support them, that they would all have his back just like I would. I suggested to her that she had some apologies to make, and as I touched the ring to reinforce the idea I told her that Jack's other teachers would think better of her for doing so. She gave me a professional handshake, thanked me for being in Jack's corner, and walked out proudly. 

I thought to myself, "I wonder if Jack has Miss Connors for English."