Pedo Romp/Wave Ms. Wilton away and tell the children to have sex

"Thank you, Miss Wilton," you say airily, "I'll handle this myself. That will be all." She stiffens, marches out, and closes the door sharply. They're alone with you, still looking apprehensive.

Your raging boner is running the show now. You take the paddle down from the wall. "So," you say, "It can be this - or we could have some fun. You'd rather do that, right?" They're too scared to reply. "All right, then. Take off all your clothes. Now."

The children are embarrassed and hesitant. Oddly, it's Brandon who blushes a deep red. Your boner's got no time to wait. Laying the paddle on the table, you step up to him, take a knee, unfasten his belt and pants, then pull his pants and underwear down around his ankles. Cindy giggles. "Go on, honey," you say. "You too." She needs much less help to start undressing, and she's completely naked before he is. Brandon is sullen, and moves as slowly as he would walk to his sister's room to deliver a forced apology, but you and Cindy stare at him and his wiener's already out anyway, and at last he drops his shirt and pulls off his last sock. His cock is tiny, and retracted.

"Very good," you half-whisper, your voice choked. Your boner's pressing so hard against your pants, it positively hurts, and you've gone this far anyway. You unzip, adjust, and ease it out. "Now, Cindy, you need to get Brandon's to be big and hard like this." Standing behind her as you speak, you guide her over to him. "Get on your knees, honey," you say, using a little pressure to ease her down. You step back and to the side.

"Now, honey, take hold of his hips - that's it - and open your mouth and suck it."

With little hesitation, she does. Brandon's face is in shock and his body spasms as her mouth closes around his shriveled cock and she begins to suckle. Stepping up, you tell her to open her mouth a little, and show her the back-and-forth motion you want to see. She complies without a murmur of complaint.

This is just too beautiful a scene - you begin masturbating to the sight of your own private performers. Realizing you're going to cum almost immediately, you kneel behind Cindy. Brandon is now looking up at the ceiling, his fists clenched, his mouth an "o." Moments later, your cum spurts out right onto her sweet little back and behind. You look down at the beautiful sight and hear a gasp from Brandon. Peering around, it's what you expected - he must be having his first orgasm.

"Drink up his jism, honey," you say, "It's very sweet."

Cindy obeys as best she is able - his flow keeps up for quite a while, it seems like a minute, but eventually he stops. You feel your heartbeat in your ears as you realize again where you are - kneeling on the floor in your office, with your cock out and two naked cum-spattered kids. Time to clean up the evidence. Putting your cock away, you clean them both up as best you are able, and tell them to get dressed. "Now, back to class with you," you say. "And let's have no more of this nonsense of throwing mulch and things. And don't tell anyone about this - or it'll be the paddle."

Unfortunately for you, one of them squeals, and not the way you like to hear kids squeal. Your district supervisor calls you in, and gives you a couple of choices: resign, now, and don't even think of looking for a school job anywhere, or let the police start looking for DNA evidence on your carpet. (Only much later do you learn that Cindy's dad was the prime mover behind hushing the whole thing up.) You take the hint and you are out on the street. Finding work is extremely hard, and you go from stocking shelves to janitorial work - but at least, in the lonely nights, you have that one precious memory to console you as your hand seeks out your privates.

THE END.