Third period

Caleb had received several back slaps and high fives from the guys in Mrs. Lee's class as he left and walked down the hall. The girls were smiling at him. He exchanged several greetings and even more notes. It seemed that after breeding Mrs. Lee, and giving Deanna a ride on the Cal-train, the spell that kept everyone from talking to him had broken.

He ran into his buddy Zack right before he reached his third period class. They exchanged their customary high five. Zack then pulled him close to whisper, "Did you really bag Mrs. Lee?" Seeing the grin on Caleb's face he exclaimed, "You dog. Man I wish I had been there to see that."

As they took their seats Caleb and Zack leaned toward each other so that Caleb could give him the details. As Caleb reached the end of the story Zack said, "Why'd you go for Deanna? I mean, she IS cute but she's got no body like, at all. Aren't Holly and Shannon in that class? I would have picked one of them for sure."

Caleb relayed what happened right before class. He felt sorry for Deanna and wanted to make her feel good about herself. He figured giving her a stretch when he could have anyone would be good for her self esteem. Zack thought about it for a moment and was about to reply when the bell rang to start class.

Caleb loved math, but the teacher left a lot to be desired. Mrs. Hull was strict, ancient, and dumpy. She spoke in a droning monotone while teaching. She also treated you like you were an idiot if you didn't understand the material. Her husband died years ago, the joke among the students was he died of boredom.

Caleb had a feeling no one wanted to serve the guaranteed detention they would get for passing notes his way. It was well known that if she even saw a cell phone you would have to get it back from your parents, because they were the only ones she would give it to.

So, Caleb's third period class passed in peace...

Melanie Richie looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and didn't like what she saw. She had Caleb in her office, she practically begged him to take her, and he just left her there. Granted, she didn't come right out and ask him, but she gave him all the signs. She bit her lip, she did the hair flip, she gave him several views down her blouse.

Was it because her breasts were too small? She had seen the video of his cousin and his mother. Both of them had large breasts. They also had hourglass shaped bodies, which Melanie did not.

She was wracking her brain trying to decide what to do to get Caleb inside her, when her cell phone pinged a notification. She checked and found that the school receptionist had sent her a video. When she opened it, her jaw dropped. It was Caleb Anders fucking Kim Lee over her desk. Somewhere in the back of her brain it registered that her own breasts were roughly equal to Kim's in size. Feeling her panties begin to flood, she hurried into a stall and spent the next hour watching and re-watching the video.

When she left, much later and on wobbly legs, she decided to have a discrete conversation with Coach Mitchel, woman to woman, to try and get some exercise tips to help work off her belly.

Heather Carr was pissed. She had tried to catch Caleb before school, but the principal got to him first. She didn't know his schedule but Christie, one of her cheerleaders and Heather's best friend, said she was pretty sure he had Mrs. Lee second period.

Heather had rushed over after class only to find Mrs. Lee half naked looking for her bra and Deanna absolutely drenched in cum. She could smell that delicious aroma from across the room, but there was no way she was going to be seen begging such a loser for a taste.

What made it all even worse, it was a Stretcher King's cum. That magical elixir that could cure any STD, but only if she sucked it straight from the source. She simply had to get some before word got out. If her boyfriend Brock found out that Jamal gave her herpes, then her social life was over.

That bastard Jamal told her he was a stretcher, and she believed him. He convinced her to do it without a condom, and she let him. She should have known better, but she let her pussy think for her. She knew Jamal had gotten around quite a bit, but no one ever acknowledged him as a Stretcher of Women. It was stupid on her part to believe him. Now, not only was she not stretched, she had a freaking STD for her trouble.

She knew she couldn't keep brushing Brock off whenever he wanted sex. Eventually he would dump her. That would be nearly as bad as everyone finding out about her cheating, or the STD.

She couldn't go to the family doctor without her parents finding out their princess wasn't a virgin anymore. Her mom would absolutely lose her shit if she found out about the herpes. That meant she couldn't even get treatment for it.

Heather gripped her pencil so hard she broke it.

She should have waited. A couple more weeks and she would have found out that a real live Stretcher King went to her school. Now she was scrambling around trying to give a guy she barely even knew a blowjob. A guy that she wouldn't have even spoken to a few days ago. A guy who suddenly was the most popular kid in school, and was banging teachers on their desks in the middle of class.

Damn that was hot. She simply had to make him hers. Then she could dump Brock the Jock and ensure her reign as queen of the school, maybe even queen of the city, or the state, or the world.

"Harold, come in. Have a seat." Mrs. Johnson said to him. "I bet your wondering why I asked you to drop by."

Harold Anders had no idea why his boss's boss wanted to see him. He was sure he wasn't in trouble, he hadn't screwed anything up in years. He worked in product procurement and occasionally acted as a sales consultant for the company. He was good at his job, hence why he had his own secretary.

"I've been going over your record. You've been with the company for over 10 years now and your work is always on time and within budget." She leaned back and crossed her legs. Harold tried not to eye the slit up the side of her skirt.

She continued, "We at the company feel that hard work deserves some reward, so as of the next pay period you should be seeing a 12.5 percent increase in your salary. In addition, your office will be moved up to the 6th floor. Now it's only a little bit bigger than the one you have now, but it has its own restroom. The only sacrifice is slightly smaller space in the outer office for your secretary."

Harold was absolutely stunned. He figured he'd be stuck in his old 3nd floor office until he retired. He knew that all the 6th floor offices had windows, his old office did not. What was even better was the raise. He had been discussing with his wife getting the children their own cars, but they had put it off. Between paying for, and insuring them, as well as saving for their future college tuitions, he simply couldn't do it. June had suggested she return to work full time but he just wouldn't have it.

It was a classic catch-22. They needed another car for the children, but if his wife went to work full time there would be no one to drive the children to and from school until they earned enough to buy them a car.

But now that might not be a problem anymore. He realized his son was right. Now that his son was a Stretcher King, Harold as his father, had gained the respect of his peers. The proof was right here.

Harold thanked her for everything. She stood and came around her desk. As she guided him out the door she said, "I should have you and your family over for dinner sometime."

Harold had a feeling she would be very upset if he didn't bring his son along.

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