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Hazel hugged her brother and kissed him on the cheek before rushing off to join her friends. He barely noticed her greeting them as he followed Mrs. Ritchie into the main office. He had made a lot of changes over a very short period of time, and was a bit concerned over what their results may be.

Mrs. Ritchie led him past the reception area, behind which was a chubby hole shelf beside which several teachers casually conversed as they checked their cubby's for notes. The various conversations stopped as people noticed him walking by.

He caught several of the female teachers glancing at his crotch, and he **** himself to hide his smirk. Mrs. Garcia, a teacher that featured prominently in his masturbation fantasies, took a longer look than most, and even licked her lips as he passed her by.

Entering Mrs. Richie's office he realized, having never gotten into a lot of trouble, he had never been in there before. Looking around, he saw she must have had a copy of every book the school issued. There were a few pictures of her family beside a laptop on her desk, and her diplomas hung upon the wall behind it.

"Have a seat, Mr. Anders." She said as she seated herself. She sat looking at him for a few moments and he began to grow uncomfortable.

Melanie Richie was not having a good morning. And that was on top of a bad day yesterday. She was tired, and the source of her problems was this barely legal adult in front of her. It was bad enough that everyone and their mother had been calling her non-stop on her day off, she couldn't even be mad at him. He was a smart handsome young man, who didn't get in to trouble. She knew he maintained a high GPA and was involved in a few of the more intellectual clubs. It's not his fault he has a huge cock and apparently knows how to use it. It's not his fault she could feel her panties moisten just being near a Stretcher King.

Before the silence extended too long, she let out a huff and said, "You've given me an absolutely massive headache, Mr. Anders. Do you know that?"

Not waiting for a reply she continued, "I've been on the phone all day yesterday with the school board, the district superintendent, the mayor, more than a dozen parents, even the news media, and everyone else that has even the tiniest bit of interest in you. All of them reminding me... No, TELLING ME, how to do my job. I had to have the receptionist send all calls to the school to our voicemail, just to get the phones to stop ringing."

She let that sink in for a moment before she added, "Now... The reason I called you in here is so that we can make sure we are both on the same page. I want you to know that everyone on the school staff has no intention of interfering with your right to stretch or breed the adult women on campus. I have been informed that one of the school storage rooms will be converted into a room for your use. It will contain a bed and shower, but not much else. Until that is completed, here is a key to the teachers lounge. The janitor has a cot set up in there, and there are some couches and such you can use as well. I have already informed all of your teachers that you have carte blanche to be late to class as long as you are performing your duties as Stretcher King."

He thanked her as he placed the key on his keyring. His hands shook as he did so. What the actual fuck did I do?

She tried to hide a glance at his semi-stiff rod as she waited for him to respond. Caleb sat silently as he struggled to hold his flip flopping emotions in check. They were giving him a room to fuck in? He was reminded of his mothers comment about him just grabbing a teacher and bending her over her desk to breed her. He couldn't even begin to think of anything to say as his cock hardened.

"Now that that is covered, lets go over some rules and guidelines. We realize that you are legally permitted to stretch or breed any adult student that asks, even when their parents are not around, but we ask that you do not **** that privilege. Stretching them is one thing, but breeding them, especially if they are not married, is problematical. It is a legal grey area that no one wants to muck around in. You would not be held responsible of course, but it could hurt that students future, as well as the schools image. So, I am asking you. Please, don't do it."

"Next, I am aware that the rules of normal decency do not apply to a Stretcher King, and that you may stretch and breed anywhere, public or private. I do ask that you use the facilities that are being provided to you, and that you keep the public sex to a minimum if at all possible. My husband informed me that it's a common fantasy among young men to have sex with a teacher on her desk. If you would do so in between classes, rather than during them, I would appreciate it."

Caleb's cock had gotten uncomfortably hard. The mental images the principal had inspired had his heart pounding. He badly wanted to adjust himself, but couldn't think of how to do it without being obvious.

Melanie couldn't keep her gaze from the bulge in his pants any longer. She was amazed at the sheer size of it. Her husband was a Stretcher of Women, and kept her well satisfied, but even he wasn't this big. Licking her lips, she leaned forward and sultrily asked, "Is there anything you need from me?"