Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2006 20:54:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Branthia Academy 6

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                                 Episode VI:  Duty Calls

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      The Headmistress looked at the file on her desk and sighed.  This
was the hardest part of her job, she hated the thought of putting her
students into harm's way.    The risk factor was low, but there was
always a chance something might go wrong.  Noel was the perfect body-type
for the senator's tastes, and she had shown a natural aptitude for this
kind of work, but the young girl's behavior was...erratic lately.  It
couldn't be helped, though.  An older girl simply wouldn't appeal to the
corrupt congressman's pedophilia tendencies.  To make things worse, she
was going to have to send a couple of the little ones in as well.  If
things got messy, they would all be like lambs to the slaughter.  Best to
get this out of the way, tonight.  She reached for the phone and rang Dr.
Boothe's office.  He had a right to know what his daughter was about to
be asked to do.

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    The last three weeks had been difficult for Noel.  Her sudden,
insatiable sex drive had raised more than one eyebrow.  Her peers knew
her as a somewhat conservative girl, sexually speaking, and she had
shattered that image by sharing the bed of nearly every boy and girl in
the dorm over the last twenty days.  It had reached it's peak a week ago,
just before her period started, and she had ended up in a three hour
marathon session with six boys.  Only in the past few days had she
finally begun to feel her libido lessen.  She 'limited' herself to sex
twice a day, and tried to keep from masturbating unless she was in the
shower.  When the Headmistress sent for her, she was sure that
the conversation was going to be about her behavior of late.

    Noel entered the Headmistress's office, and her father was there.
Now she was sure that trouble was coming.

   "Sit down, young lady."  Headmistress Welsh motioned to the a chair in
front of her desk, next to her dad.  Her face was serious, and a bit
drawn.  She put her elbows on her desk, lacing her fingers together.

   "Noel, you are aware of the Academy's dual purpose.  Educating and
freeing young  minds are only part what we do here. Our charter also
stipulates that we are to use any means possible to protect sexual
expression in this country.  Much of what we do is behind the scenes,
under the table, through donations and such.  But, sometimes, more direct
action is required.  Our older students, as well as some graduates, are
sometimes asked to help in this regard."  The Headmistress leaned
forward.

   "I have a special case, one that you are well suited for, and I
believe you are ready."  She turned her computer monitor to face Noel,
and clicked an icon.  A picture appeared, a middle aged man in a suit.
He was fit and blonde, wearing a big, toothy grin and waving.

    "This is Senator Rick Santos.  He is a clever man, and he has found
an old, outdated law on the books in his state, one that outlaws any
homosexual contact.  His agenda, among other things, is to pass an
amendment to that law.  He wants harsh penalties.  Prison time and
chemical castration for offenders will become a reality."  She clicked
the screen off.

   "Things like this happen in politics, every year. Most of the time,
they just fade away.  Normally, we would not get involved, but this man
has power, enough to pass this bill.  He plays dirty.  He's not some
misled, conservative individual looking to do what he thinks is right.
He has lied, blackmailed and threatened to get his promised votes.  My
sources tell me that in one week, he will present this bill, and it will
pass."  Noel nodded.  Her father turned towards her, and took her hand.

   "Honey, you can say no if you want to. But...you were chosen because
you look young, and this man...he takes advantage of young boys and
girls.  Sometimes, they are willing, but most times...not.  If you don't
go, then..."  Noel interrupted.

   "Are you kidding?   Of course I want to go!   What's the plan, what do
I do, when do I leave?"

   The Headmistress and Dr. Boothe looked at each other and slowly
nodded.  Time was short, and Noel would need to know every detail to
ensure that things went smoothly.

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       The car dropped them at Senator Santos' private campaign offices
in Washington.  The driver would wait for them, they wouldn't be too
long.  The Headmistress had arranged for a 30 minute private interview.
The Senator had been told that the children were interviewing him for
their school paper, and that the article would also appear in a national
news magazine.

     Noel had groomed her white-blond pubes, waxing the edges and
plucking them until she was left with a barely visible strip of peach
fuzz.  Her hair was tied back in barrettes, and she wore a snug training
bra that flattened her puffy little breasts against her chest.  The
twelve year old girl could easily pass for nine or ten.  Danny and Timmy
looked up at her, expectantly as she stood in front of the door and took
a deep breath.

     It was showtime.

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   Senator Rick Santos sat at his desk, rubbing his hard cock through his
pants, looking at picture after picture of  nubile, smooth bodies on his
computer.  Three children were scheduled for an interview today, and he
had been fantasizing for the past two nights about the possibilities.  He
knew the actual chances of anything happening were slim.  It took
multiple attempts, one had to chip at a child's defenses before they
trusted you.  He could, of course, just force himself on them, but then
they might talk about it, tell their parents.  He hadn't had time gather
any intelligence, to find out if their parents were the type to accept
money in return for silence.  He would simply meet them, and if all went
well, he would invite them back.

   His intercom buzzed, and his secretary's voice squawked at him.

   "Your eleven o'clock is here.  Shall I send them in?"  He clicked his
computer off.

    "Yes, please, Lucy.  Did you make them something to drink, like I
asked?"

     "Yes, sir.  I'll bring it in.  Hot chocolate, just as requested."
Santos smiled.  It was a trick he had learned.  A hot beverage,
heating their little bodies from the inside, got them talking....made it
easier to seduce them.

    The door opened and Lucy walked in, carrying a tray with 3 mugs and a
pitcher. She set it down on the coffee table in front of a couch where
the Senator did his 'face to face' interviews.  A large leather chair sat
to the right of the couch.   Three beautiful children entered, one girl
and two boys.  The boys looked to be about eight years old, two brown
haired youths.  The girl had his attention, though, she was a bit older,
her hair so light blonde that it was almost white, a cute little upturned
nose with just a few freckles on it and pale, alabaster skin.  The
children sat on the couch, the boys flanking the girl.  He could see the
outline of her white bra through her shirt, hiding tiny mounds of
flesh. As she leaned over and sat her purse down on the table, she smiled
at him.  He sat up in his chair and smiled back with his best
"ah..shucks" grin.

   "Well, howdy!  How are you all doin' today?  Have a seat, get
comfortable.  Lucy, would you mind pouring them something to drink before
you leave?  Tell, me, what are we going to talk about in the interview
today, kids?"  The blond girl spoke up, her high pitched voice melodic
and sweet.

   "We want to ask you... how you can possibly justify tax incentives for
corrupt mega-corporations that enslave the lower class and destroy the
environment."  She perched on the edge of her chair,  pencil and paper in
hand and looked up at him with a dead serious face.  His jaw dropped.
Lucy looked over at him, an expression of amazement of her face.  The
little angel began giggling.

   "I'm just kidding, Mr. Santos.  My teacher made me memorize that.  She
said that it would get your attention."

     Santos burst into laughter, a hearty guffaw that echoed in the room.

   "Well, you're just a little firecracker, aren't you, sweetie?  You
tell your teacher that Reganomics are still alive and well, and that they
work."  He smiled at his secretary.  "I think that will be all, Lucy.
Why don't you go ahead and take your lunch?  And pick me up something to
eat while you're out, if ya don't mind."  Lucy nodded and left.

   'Perfect,' he thought, 'I've got the whole office to myself...'

  Sometimes, children would agree, then change their minds, wanting him
to stop.  Santos believed in finishing what he started, though, there was
no stopping.  Now, if they screamed...it wouldn't matter.

    Santos adjusted his penis so that it rested against his leg, and
stepped around the desk, taking a seat in the chair by the couch.  The
girl reached for a cup of hot chocolate.  As she was bringing it up to
her lips, one of the boys reached over for a mug.  His hand bumped her
elbow, jarring her arm, and, in the blink of an eye, her shirt and skirt
were soaked in steaming liquid.

    "OHHHH!  OWWWIE!! HOT!  HOT!"  She jumped up and yanked her shirt
away from her body, untucking it as she pulled on the wet fabric.  "OW!
IT'S IN MY ELASTIC, OWWWW, I GOTTA GET IT OFF!"  She pulled the bottom
off her shirt up and held it away from her body with one hand as
she reached around her back with the other and unzipped her skirt. It
fell to the floor.  She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged out of
it, too.

    Santos stared at the sight before him.  The girl noticed him staring,
and put an arm across her chest. Her face was a bit flushed.

   "Oh, I'm so embarrassed!  I'm so sorry!  I spilled hot chocolate all
over your floor, and my clothes are making a puddle."  She bent down and
gingerly scooped up her skirt and shirt.  "Oh, no, what am I gonna do
now?"

    Santos recovered.  This was a dream come true.  The hardest part of
seducing a child was finding a good reason to get them out of their
clothes, and that problem had just solved itself. He walked around the
table and knelt by her.  He took the clothes out of her hands and set
them back on the floor.

   "Don't you worry, honey.  I'll take care of everything.  I've got
spare shirts in my desk, you can have one.  But...we should get all that
hot chocolate cleaned off of you.  It will get all sticky if we don't."
He looked at one of the boys, the thinner one.  "Son, go over there, to
that door by my desk.  It's a bathroom.  Get the hand towel and wet it
down with nice, warm water.  Not too hot, our girl here has had enough
hot stuff  for one day."  The girl giggled a little, and her arm dropped
away from her chest.  She rummaged in her purse, pulling things out.

   "I think I have a Kleenex in here somewhere..."  Cosmetics spilled out
on the table.

   "What's your name, sweetheart?"  She looked up at him.

   "Umm...Noel.  I'm Noel."

    "Well, Noel, I don't think a Kleenex is going to help."

    "Oh, not to wipe me off.  I got some on my bra, and it's all wet and
sticky, right here, see?"  She thrust her little chest out.  Santos could
clearly see that she had outgrown the tiny cups of her bra, her small
breasts were straining at it. There was a brown spot on one of the
cups. He reached over and touched it with two fingers, rubbing on it as
if  to test the wetness.  Her small breast was firm to the touch, and his
penis was twitching...hot, blood-filled flesh pulsating against his
thigh.

   "Honey, if you wipe it off, it will still be sticky.  We need
to wash that hot chocolate out of your bra."  She stared at him silently
with wide eyes.  The boy he had sent to the bathroom came out, holding a
towel.  "It's up to you, sweetie, but you will feel so much better if you
clean it off now.  It's o.k., it won't take but a minute.  Give me your
bra, we'll go wash it off for you."  She nodded slowly.

   "Can you help me, Mr. Santos?  My hands are all sticky and wet. I
don't want to get more stuff on it..."  She turned her back.  Her white
panties were riding up between her pale little butt-cheeks.
Santos wished he could pull out his throbbing penis and rub it all over
that tiny white ass.  Instead, he unhooked the clasp on her bra.  She
turned around and held out her arms towards him.  He pulled her bra
off, and a fresh wave of hot lust rolled over his body as he stared at
the young girl's breasts.
     Santos was well familiar with the term "silver-dollar sized
areolea".  That is what this girl had, and nothing else.  Her conical
breasts were covered in the sensitive, pink flesh, almost to the base.
Noel had grown over the past three weeks, her puffy areolae swelling like
little balloons until they were much larger around than the white flesh
beneath. Santos felt his breath quicken at the sight.  Here was
half-a-mouthful of young girl tit, almost all nipple and sweet pink
areola. He resisted an urge to suck one of her small tits into his mouth
and took the damp towel from the boy.

   Noel arched her back, and Santos headed straight for those beautiful
little titties, washing them down, leaving them shiny and wet, then
worked his way down to her belly.  He straightened, putting the towel
aside,  and the girl looked at his bulging crotch, inches from her face.

   "My daddy gets that way, too.  He likes me to touch it when mommy's
not home."  She glanced up at Santos.  "He says that whenever it gets
hard, it hurts him and it's my job to help him get it soft again."
Santos nearly orgasmed at the words.  One of the boys spoke up.

   "Mine gets hard too, Noel. How do you get your daddy's soft again?"
She turned her pretty head to him.

     "Oh, lots of different ways.  Sometimes we touch it together, and
sometimes he puts it inside me.  It used to hurt me,  but now...it feels
kinda good."  Santos stepped in, wanting to guide the conversation before
one of the children lost interest and changed the subject.

    "Where does he put it, Noel? You said he puts it inside you?  Do you
mean, in your mouth?"  Noel giggled.

    "No, silly.  Well, I mean, he does that too, but I meant here.  In my
cootchie.  See, right here.."  She hopped up on the couch, pulled her
panties aside and spread her legs.  She had very light covering of white
peachfuzz with just a few thicker hairs spread among them in a strip over
her smooth, pink pussy.  She was wet, her little pussy lips shiny with
juice.  He felt a warm confidence.  He was sure now that she would do
whatever he asked. The boys craned their necks to see.  Noel pulled her
panties back into place, shaking her head.

   "No free peeks.  You guys will tell everyone at school that you saw my
cootchie.  It's bad enough that you get to see my boobies."  The boys
shook their heads, and one spoke up.

   "We will not.  Promise.  Come on, Noel, I never saw one before, a girl
I mean.  Lemme see...please?"  Noel look up at Santos.

   "Well, boys, I don't think you're being very thoughtful.  Noel doesn't
want to be the only one naked here, do you, sweetie?"  She shook her
head.  "Would it make you feel better if we took off our clothes, too?"
She nodded. The boys hopped off the couch, and dropped their pants and
underwear.  Their hard little cocks looked like mirror images of one
another, about 3 inches long, topped by a pink head.  Noel cooed her
pleasure.

   "Oh, they look so neat!  My daddy is all big and hairy, but they look
so cute with no hair on them!  Come back up here on the couch, let me
see."  The boys sat down on either side of her, and she took a little
boy-cock in each hand, stroking and rubbing.  Santos felt dizzy from lust
as he knelt down again, watching her little hands jacking off  the boys'
hairless cocks.  He slid his hands up her thighs and hooked his thumbs in
the elastic band of her white panties.

  "Come on now, sugar, you promised us boys that we could see
everything.  Raise your butt up, I'll get these off for you."  A moment
later, she was naked. Her stared at her body and rubbed at his throbbing
cock, trying to decide what to do next.  One of the boys was staring at
Santo's hand as it played with the bulge in his pants.

    "Can I see yours, Mr. Santos?  I wanna see how big it is.  I never
saw a big one before, I don't even have a daddy..."

    "Well, sure, son, I'll show it to you... but do you remember what
Noel just said about how a man's penis can hurt when it gets all hard and
long?  Mine hurts like that right now..."  Noel interrupted him.

    "If your penis hurts, Mr. Santos, you can put it inside of me.  Daddy
says that's the best way to make it feel better."

    Unbelievable, Santos thought.  This girl was a born slut, she loved
cock!  He dropped his pants, and his throbbing penis bounced free.  He
loved the way his  five inch penis looked compared to the boys little
peckers, so big and thick, compared to their little boy-cocks.  Noel had
scooted her butt up to the edge of the couch, and spread her legs open
wide.  Her little pussy was open for him, beckoning him, shiny and
wet, young pink flesh.

     "Are you, Mr. Santos?  Are you going to put it inside of me, now?"
She was staring at his erect meat, and he nodded.

    "Yes, honey, but don't worry.  I won't hurt you, I'll go real slow at
first."  She smiled and nodded back at him.

   He bent down over her.  Scooping her little buttocks up in his hands,
he lifted her up and turned around, sitting on the couch with Noel in his
lap.  He pulled her closer to him, her legs  wrapping around his hips,
until his cock-head touched her belly.  He could feel her wet, little
pussy sliding around the underside of his shaft, coming to rest at it's
base, leaking warm wetness onto his balls.


   He moved his hands from her buttocks, placing one on the small of her
back and using the other to stroke and rub one of her puffy, pink
breasts. He found her nipple and began pinching it softly with his thumb
and forefinger.  His voice was low and throaty as he looked her in the
eye, filled with animal lust.

     "Tell, me, sweatheart, do you know what a whore is?"  She shook her
head.  "How about a slut, do you know what that is?"

   "No, Mr. Santos...what are they?"

    "Well, honey, that's what a man calls a girl when she makes his boner
feel good, when she makes it not hurt anymore.  That's what you are,
baby, a little slut-whore.  Do you like that name?"

   "Sure, I like to make boys feel better."  Santos smiled and gave her a
little kiss on the lips.

   "Mmm...good girl.  Now, I want you to reach down very gently and put
my penis in your pussy."  He leaned back, spreading his legs so that she
could reach between them.  He watched her wrap one tiny little hand
around his cock, making it look huge.  She lifted up a little, and he
nearly came as soon as she pressed his sensitive cock-head against her
slick, pink folds.  He eased forward, and felt his penis mashing into the
entrance to her little fuck-hole.

   "That feels so good, darlin'.  Now, you take that cock and jam it in
your little whore-hole, ok?"  She nodded up at him, and began to work his
throbbing cock-head into her little, wet hole. He grunted, she was so
tight and hot, he was about to come.  He couldn't stand the thought of
ejaculating before he had a chance to pound his hard member deep inside
of her.  He had to have her now.

  He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward,  thrusting upward with his
hips, ramming deep into her young pussy.

    "AHHHHH...UNGHHH..."  Her squealing, high pitched voice fueled his
lust.  He ground his hips between her thighs, exploring her fuck-hole
with his throbbing meat as he spoke.

    "Is my big cock hurting you? Be a good little slut, Noel...tell me
how good it feels when my cock hurts you...."

    "Ungh...yes, it hurts, your cock is huge, and...OH...AHH...oh, it
feels good, it...UNGH..it hurts..in a good way...UNGH...OH..."

   He bucked his hips, driving his meat as deep as he could into her
tight, velvet hole, her wet tunnel sucking at his throbbing cock.

   "UNGH...I'm gonna fuckin' unload my balls in you, you little
slut....you are such a dirty whore, my
dirty...UH...little...UNGH...SLUT....FUCKING'....WHORE!"  He punctuated
each word with a thrust of his turgid, blood-filled penis, and he
couldn't take it anymore, she was so tight and hot and wet, such a
cock-hungry little bitch-slut...his balls tightened, and a spasm rocked
his body as hot sperm pumped up his cock, he could feel it, a tidal wave
of come, jetting out of his meat and into her.

   "OH, YEAH, OPEN YOUR MOUTH, SLUT-GIRL, OPEN IT UP, WHORE!"

     Noel opened her mouth, and he spit in it as he came again, then
opened it further with his thumb and forefinger, spitting in it again.
His cock twitched , injecting another load of sperm deep into her
slut-hole, and he leaned back on the couch, letting her sit there with
his cock in her.

   "You just stay there, baby, keep my big cock in your pussy, be a good
little whore and use that twat the way you know you should,  didn't that
feel good, tell me how much you love having my big cock inside you."

  "Oh, Mr. Santos...it feels good in there, it's so big and warm...I do
love it!  Are you all better now?  Am I really a good slut-whore, like
you said?"

   "Mmmm, yes, you are my new, favorite slut-girl...do you like that,
hmmm?"  Noel giggled.

   "Yes. I'm glad I made your thing feel all better."  She looked at the
two younger boys, still seating on either side of them, playing with
their hard, little boy-cocks.

   "Should I make them feel better, too?"  He shook his head.

     "No, I think I will show the boys how they can feel all better
without a girl...hop down, but slowly..."  Noel slid off of him and he
saw a little line of his goo leaking from between her pussy lips.  He
reached between her legs and swiped it up with two fingers.

   "Move out of the way, slut, us boys are gonna use the floor."  Santos
got onto the floor, on his  knees, and began rubbing his sperm covered
fingers on his ass, poking them inside as he spoke.

   "Do you know, boys, that you have a pussy, too?"  They shook their
heads.  "It's true, you both have tight little boy-pussies, and I have a
man-pussy.  Would you like to see how to have fun when there are no girls
around?"  They nodded, smiling, rubbing their smooth little peckers.
"Good, one of you come down here, behind me."

   One of the boys came down, standing behind him, between his legs.
Santos pulled his butt-cheek to the side, showing the boy his
sperm-slicked sphincter.

  "That's my man-pussy.  It's all hot and tight, it makes your penis feel
real good when you put it in.  Go ahead, try it....just rub that little
pink cock-head on it, and push it in."

  The boy came closer, his rigid boy-meat pressing on Santos's ass.
Santos felt him thrusting, trying to get it in the tight orifice.

   "Grab it, son, grab it and push hard....ungh..yeah, that's it..."
Santos felt a hard finger of flesh push past his asshole, sliding inside
of him.  "Now, push as hard as you can, get as deep as you want, and move
it, that's it...oh, yeah, that feels nice, I love a little boy-cock in my
ass...."  He glanced up at the couch, at the other boy.  "Come down here,
son, put your little pecker in my mouth, let me suck on your tiny
meat....come on, now, I want to taste some boy-jizz..."

   The boy hopped down and thrust his pretty, bald little penis in
Santos's face.  Santos slurped it into his mouth, the tiny cock head was
tickling the back of his throat, and he sucked on the hard, throbbing
finger of boy-meat as another slid in and out of his ass.  He put a hand
between the boy's legs, searching for his little asshole, and found it, a
wrinkly, puckered circle of hot flesh.  He pressed a finger into it as he
sucked the boy's penis further into his mouth, engulfing his little
ballsack and tonguing it as he probed his finger deeper into the boy's
ass.

   He looked up to see Noel sitting on the couch, rubbing her pretty,
pink pussy,holding an open compact so that she could watch herself in
it's mirror.  He felt the little boy-balls in his mouth pull upwards,
tensing, and a moment later his mouth was filled with hot boy-come,
spraying from the little penis buried in his throat.   The boy pulled it
out, and it twitched in front him as sperm jetted from it again, a warm
splatter on his lips and chin.

   The other boy was grunting and groaning, his tiny ballsack slapping
against Santos's ass.  He tensed, gripping his hands tight on Santos's
hips, and warm, wetness filled Santos's man-pussy, hot come flowing into
him as the  boy-cock in his ass released a load of sperm.

   "Oh, that feels good, do you boys like this?  Do you like learning how
to have fun when you can't find a little slut like Noel to play with your
boy-cocks?"  The one he had just blown nodded.

  "Yes, Mr. Santos, thank you.  That was the best my pee-pee has ever
felt, I loved it when you sucked on it."  He smiled, and turned his head
to look at the boy behind him.

  "And how about you, young man.  Are you going to let your friend put
his little penis in your boy-pussy when it gets hard?"  He nodded at
Santos, his eyes wide.

   "Yes, sir.  I promise, I will.  It felt real good in there, I liked
putting it in your man-pussy..."


    "Good.  Now, who are we going to tell about this?  Hmm...you don't
want anyone to know, do you?  Because if anyone found out, you all would
be in big, big trouble.  And your parents, too.  Why, we just passed a
law. Little whore kids like all of you could go to jail for stuff like
this.  But don't worry, I won't tell anyone, not if you don't.  Now,
let's all promise not to tell, and get our clothes back on...o.k.?"

   The kids nodded.  Santos smiled.  This was too easy.  Next month, he
would be campaigning, and he would make a nice, long stop in their town.
Thirty minutes had gone by too quickly....

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    Noel, Danny and Timmy collapsed into a fit of giggles the moment the
car door shut.

   "Oh, that was sooo funny!  He was like 'Oh, baby, my cock is huge,
tell me how bad it hurts..'  Oh, my god...hello, tootsie roll...."  She
was laughing so hard that tears began to leak from her eyes.  The boys
nodded.

    "I had to squeeze with every muscle in body to keep it tight in my
pussy.... the only thing that hurts is my tummy from laughing so
hard...you guys were great, too.  Danny, the way you bumped my arm, just
like we planned.  And Timmy, pulling out to come all over his
face...that's gonna look great on film!"  The boys nodded.  They couldn't
wait to get back to the Academy.  The Headmistress would be pleased.

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   The Headmistress was more than pleased.  The hidden camera in Noel's
compact had captured everything.  The microphone in her lipstick had
performed equally as well.  She only wished that she had a month or so to
toy with this man, to send him a few veiled threats, to make him sweat.
There was little time, though.  It wasn't enough at this late date for
him to pull sponsership of the bill.  Santos would have a busy day
tomorrow.  He would call a press conference, and admit that he had been
misguided, that forcing his out-dated views on the people of his state
was wrong.  She smiled.  It never hurt to have another politician in her
pocket.
    She pressed her intercom, and sent a student to get Noel.  The
girl seemed to have developed a taste for pussy lately, and the
Headmistress's was damp from watching the erotic tape of her student's
performance.  She got up from the desk, and had another thought.  The two
young boys might enjoy a little reward as well.  It had been almost a
year since she had pleasured a little boy, she preferred a nice, big
cock.  But...they had done an outstanding job.  She pressed the intercom
again.  Her little men deserved the best the Academy had to offer.
And...she was the best...

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   Dedicated to real life Congressman Rick S.    I love a big cock, and
Rick is..a big cock!