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Naughty Schoolgirl Diana

By: h3donist_prime



This is flash fiction I wrote in 2 day after encountering a lovely young girl named Diana.

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Diana sat in the hard wooden chair outside the principal's office, biting her lip and swinging her legs nervously. This was the third time this month and, after the warning she had received last time, she knew that she was in for some punishment. She ran her hand nervously through her dark hair, cut short, pixie style and reapplied her pink glitter lip gloss. 

"Grown-ups never seem to understand!" she thought, wondering what her punishment would be, "School is just SO boring and ..."

Diana couldn't quite finish her thought, because she didn't really realize what she was feeling. In a few years she would realize that horny was the word she was looking for. At 18, her hormones had started kicking in with a vengeance. Her boobs had begun to develop and now were a healthy c cup size and so sensitive that she would often absent-mindedly graze her fingertips over them when she was alone. Her nipples would become so hard that they were almost painful. She loved the feeling, but once she worked herself to such a state of arousal, she didn't know what to do, and was now constantly in a state of frustration.

School had become a torment for her. The classes held absolutely no interest for her, but the boys; they were another matter. She found herself constantly staring at them, watching them during soccer practice, looking at the bulges they often tried to hide in their pants. One time, she passed by the boys locker room at the same time one of the football players were going in. The simultaneous sight of so many shirtless boys, combined with the musky locker room scent that caught her nose, made her weak. Unsure of what she was feeling, she all but ran to the bathroom and sat in one of the stalls, panties around her ankles. The urge she felt between her legs was strange, but powerful, and she just sat there, not knowing what to do. It didn't quite feel like she needed to pee, but there was some sort of pressure deep inside her and her panties did feel very, very moist. After about 10 minutes of feeling like she needed to burst, the whole experience subsided to the point where she felt she could actually walk in public again, though, even the movement of her legs seemed to pleasantly torture her.

These feeling had come upon her more and more frequently. Just today in history class, Diana had been so distracted with one of the boys sitting next to her that she failed to hear the teacher call her name. Not just once, but three times. She had been daydreaming that they were alone together and it was him that was touching her breasts, firmly squeezing them and playing with her stiff nipples. When she finally came to reality at the repeated calling of her name, her hard little rosebuds were straining at the fabric of her white blouse. She turned beet red, sure that all of her classmates could see them. Being sent to the principal's office at the time was a relief.

Now that she had time to contemplate her fate, she had become increasingly nervous. She smoothed out her pleated plaid skirt that went almost down to her knees and kicked her feet in knee-high stocking until her shoes hung precariously from her toes. Now away from the eyes of her classmates, the feeling had come back. The feel of a building pressure, a need somewhere deep near her bladder. She could feel the dampness of her panties as they scrunched up between her legs, but she couldn't do anything about it. She knew she was in enough trouble as it was and if the principal came out to find her gone, there would be hell to pay. 

After what seemed like forever, the door to his office opened and he appeared, scanning the room and finally fixing his gaze upon her. His expression went from one of mild boredom to one of frank exasperation. 

"Diana! How many times do I need to meet with you before you'll learn to behave?" He let out a sigh and shook his head disapprovingly. "Get into my office now, young lady."

Even more anxious now that the time of her punishment had arrived, she hopped off the chair and scuttled into the principal's office, heart beating rapidly beneath her chest. She immediately sat down in the chair in front of his desk and put on her most penitent look, hoping she could escape with a stern lecture. She heard the door shut behind her and his footsteps as he walked towards the desk. Instead of sitting behind the desk, however, he sat on the edge closest to her, hands on his knees as he leaned in towards her.

"Diana, what's come over you? We've never seen this type of behavior in you before? What's going on?" Fighting the urge to yell, he tried to assume a concerned tone, while he figured out an approach that would actually get through to this student.

It wasn't easy. At 38, Dan Broadstreet, or Principal Broadstreet to his students, felt like he was trapped. Driven and intelligent, he had quickly risen through the ranks of education, until he had become the principal of this sleepy suburban high school. Now he wondered what he had gotten himself into. He had job security here, but he felt there was no where left to go and the students seemed so resistant to growing up and actually becoming adults that he was at the end of his rope in dealing with them. Now at the end of a long day, he was working late just to manage one more troubled student; everyone else in the office had gone home.

Weary from the day's work, Diana was just the final straw. At 18, she had been the ideal student; fresh-faced, enthusiastic, both a cheerleader and on the track team. Poised to become a bright, young woman. All of that had changed in her senior year at the school and it didn't feel like she ever listened to a word he, or any of the other teachers for that matter, said. 

Unbeknownst to him, the position he had put himself in placed his crotch exactly at eye level, just a few feet away from her face. Her eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to stare at the impressive bulge of his manhood outlined underneath his dress slacks. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as her mouth began to water and she squeezed her legs together as a warmth began to spread between them. Principal Broadstreet's sharp voice brought her focus up to his face.

"Diana!" he said sternly, "Are you even listening to me! I've had it up to here with you! How are we going to teach you to behave?"

Diana looked up at his looming over her and was overcome by a swirling tidal wave of conflicting feelings. Fear at what he would do to her, but also excitement. As she inhaled the musky scent of his cologne and look into his cold, blue eyes and chiseled face, she felt such a build up of emotions inside of her, she was completely at a loss.

"I don't know, Principal Broadstreet?", she babbled, "I'll do better. I promise. Really, I, I know I haven't been good and I promise to do better."

"Thats what you told me the last time you were here, and the last time before that. No, I think its time you realized just how serious I am!" With that he stood up, towering over with his 6' 3", 190lb frame. "You're going to learn what punishment is like. Get up!"

Immediately she stood up, nervous about what he meant, but too afraid to say anything or disobey. He seemed genuinely angry and this terrified her. 

"Stand right here." He placed his large hands on her hips and physically moved her into a position facing the wooded desk, about two feet away from it. "Now, bend over and place you hands on the desk!" He laid one of his hands against the small of her back, placing pressure on her and holding her into place. "Now, don't move. You've been asking for this for a long time, young lady, and you're going to get it."

With that, he brought his other hand down hard on her ass cheeks. The sharp smack of him hitting her ass was loud in the small office and shocked her more than the sting of it did. She nearly jumped from the shock of it, but held herself in place, lest she risk more of his wrath. Again and again, his hand descended on her firm, teenage bottom, creating a burning sensation across her tender rump.

That was not the only sensation she was feeling. She had never been touched in such a way and she felt completely in his power, utterly at his mercy. There was pain, yes, but underneath it electric bolts of pleasure were shooting down both her legs and the thunderhead itself was swirling inside of her. An almost unbearable need was building in her pelvis, and she could feel herself soaking her panties until it seemed that she would be literally dripping soon. Her heart beat faster within her chest and she was scared to move and the room was becoming so, so hot.

While he was spanking this petite, nubile student, what had begun as a punishment was taking on different tones. As his hand abused this poor students rear, he was becoming aware of the firm flesh of her ass as each blow sent a ripple of vibrations across its round curve. He also noticed her breathing getting quicker and soon after that, began to smell her excitement as the feminine scent started to fill the room. Gradually, Dan could feel his pants getting tighter.

He stopped spanking her and left his hand on her now stinging posterior. For a moment the only sound in the room was of Diana's rapid breathing and occasional whimper that escaped her lips. 

"We're not done, young lady.", Dan said solemnly, though now he fought to keep his breathing even. "I think your skirt is softening the blow. You've been a very bad girl, you know that, right?"

"Y, Yes, Sir. I know I've been bad." Diana replied breathlessly. Confused both by her heightened state of excitement and the course this visit to the principal's office was taking. 

She felt him lift her skirt up, revealing silky, red panties covering the smooth, milky white skin of her buttocks. He could see some reddened skin, from where his blows landed peeked out from underneath. He moved the fabric of her panties into her butt crack, effectively turning them into a thong, exposing nearly all of her beautiful, young ass. Then he grabbed the fabric and roughly pulled it up, wedgie style and held it tight with his other hand, hard enough to almost lift her off the ground. The sudden pressure it now placed on the swollen clit and labia drew a sharp gasp from her. He kept the pressure on her sensitive bits and landed a solid blow to one of her cheeks. 

She gave a soft moan. The sensations flooding her system were too much to bear and she began to grind herself into the panties now rubbing against her engorged sex organs. She felt so close, but she didn't know what she was close to, only that she needed to keep that silky fabric sliding against her. 

"Stop!", Dan said severely, bringing his hand down hard on her other cheek. She froze in place, unsure of what to do. "Stay where you are. Don't move."

He released her panties and another small whimper came out as the pressure against her clit was removed. She wanted it to continue so bad. She knew she had to obey, but her pussy felt so needful right now.

"I think I know what the problem is, Diana. Move your legs farther apart." She shifted so that her legs were about two feet apart. Dan slipped his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and slid them down to her thighs, so that her sex was entirely exposed. The air of the room felt cool on her wet skin between her legs.

"Principal Broadstreet, what are you doing?" No one outside of her family had ever seen her naked before, and certainly not an adult, a large man in a position of power. Thoughts and emotions conflicted inside her, but none was so overwhelming as the desire to be touched down there. 

Dan could only gaze in amazement at first. The sight of the perky, young student, bent over his desk and alone with him in his office excited him beyond reason. Her ass was perfect, her pussy nearly bald with only a few wisps of peach fuzz around the glistening full pinkness of her lips. His dick was harder than he could ever remember it being and it pushed outward against his pants, demanding to be freed. Placing one of his hands on the small of her back again, the fingers of the other gently traced the moist, full flesh around her opening. 

She gasped at his touch and then moaned uncontrollably. "Oh, God, that feels so good.", she said, though it came out as a whisper. 

He continued to use his fingers to caress and massage her wet, virgin sex before finally slowly pushing his thumb inside of her. Her pussy hungrily squeezed around his thick digit as he moved it in and out of her at a steady, insistent tempo, simultaneously rubbing her clitoris with his other fingers. Diana was frozen in position, bent over, now resting much of her weight on her hands for support, legs weak and unsteady. Suddenly, her hips began to buck uncontrollably and a series of guttural noises, a series of "uh, uh uh, ..."came out of her as she orgasmed powerfully, vaginal muscles spasming around his fingers. He kept up the pace, working his finger in and around inside her as they became slick with her wetness.

He couldn't take it anymore. He unbuckled his belt with one hand and undid his pants, allowing them to fall around his ankles. Sliding his boxers down as well, his penis sprang free, rigid and eager. Withdrawing his thumb from her still clenching pussy, he wet the tip of his dick from the moisture dripping from her and then pushed himself completely inside of her in one firm thrust. 

"Ooooh! Oh, God! Oh, Sir, what are you doing to me? Ahhh!" She moaned deliriously, words trailing off into incomprehensible mewls of pleasure. 

"Holy fuck, you're so tight!" he exclaimed, her virgin hole vacuum sealing around his rock hard cock. He pumped steadily, pulling out until the head of his dick was just inside of her and then back in until the entirety of his shaft was buried deep within her. He gripped her hips firmly, trying to steady them both as they fucked standing up. She was as floppy as a rag doll now, lost in the ecstasy of being filled so completely. He couldn't remember anyone ever being so tight or cumming so hard and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he would be past the point of no return.

Visions of scandalous news headlines, "Local Principal Impregnates High School Student." allowed him to pull back from the brink, but he knew he had to cum. He stopped fucking her and pulled out, turning her around to face him. Her eyes were unfocused, glazed over from bliss, mouth slack and slightly open. He brought his face up to her's and planted a passionate kiss on her lips, and then guided her down to her knees. She offered no resistance, kneeling in front of him and opening her mouth to accommodate his penis as he pushed it inside. 

She had never seen an erection before, let alone sucked a cock, but the warm wetness of her teenage mouth, the tightness of it around his dick and the motions of her tongue as she tried to taste the precum that oozed from his slit were enough to bring him over the top. He looked down at the beautiful sight of this 18 year old with his shaft stretching her mouth to its limits and sprayed his first load of cum into her mouth. His cock spasmed again and again, filling her mouth with his salty seed. Completely surprised by this, her eyes went wide in panic, then she backed away quickly as she coughed, nearly choking his sperm. The gooey fluid spilled from her lips and down her chin onto her blouse. To make matters messier, he continued to spurt three more salvos of cum, covering her face and hair with milky ejaculate. 

When he was finally done and came to his senses, he stood with his pants around his ankles and a teenage girl kneeling in front of him covered in sticky mess. She still seemed to be in a daze, her breathing back to normal and looking around her as if in an alien landscape. He pulled his pants up and stuffed himself inside, retucking his shirt in and trying to look somewhat presentable. After that, he helped her into a chair. Her skirt fell back down around her legs, but he noticed that her panties had come off and were lying on the floor. He picked them up and used them to wipe the goo off her face and blouse. She just sat there looking flushed and confused. 

Dan sat back on his desk and admired this beautiful young woman in front of him. "I think we've really made some progress, Diana, but this is just a start. I'm confident that if we continue these meetings that we can get to the root of these disciplinary problems and the rest of your education can go much more smoothly."

She looked up at him, a contented smile on her face, "Oh, Principal Broadstreet, thank you for taking such a ... personal interest in me and my, uh, problem. I know I can stay after school tomorrow,... if you have time to meet with me."

He returned her smile and nodded. "I think that will work out just fine, Diana. Come to my office tomorrow after school and I think we can get much more work done."

Naughty Schoolgirl Diana Pt. 02



Diana had to restrain the urge to run to the principal's office after school. Principal Broadstreet had opened her eyes to the joys of sex and now she just couldn't get enough. It had been about a week since she was first called in and she had visited his office every school day after she was done with classes. It still wasn't enough. She spent all day thinking about the principal's huge cock and having it deep inside her. At least it had helped her performance at school; Principal Broadstreet had been very clear that these after school meetings could only continue if she was a good student. Lately, she had been a very good student. 

Now she stood just outside his office, heart beating like a bass drum in her chest. Her panties were already soaked just thinking about today's session. At least now she knew that this was normal and that she wasn't wetting herself. Only one of the great things she had learned recently. She had just started learning about oral sex, or as the principal had called it, "sucking on his dick". He had promised to teach her about something that had her acting like a "cowgirl" this week and she had always loved Westerns. Almost trembling with excitement, she tentatively knocked on the wooden door. 

"Just a minute." a deep voice called from inside.

Diana bit her lip nervously and tugged on her pleated skirt. She had just come from cheerleader practice and was still wearing her uniform. It was sleeveless, the skirt came to about mid thigh and it was in the school colors, which were white and gold. She looked around at the empty office outside his and twisted her toe into the ground. 

Suddenly the door opened and she was staring right up into the principal's cold, blue eyes. He did not look happy. His tall, lanky frame loomed over her wearing a pastel blue collared shirt, black, leather belt and blue slacks. Involuntarily, she glanced down at the outline of his manhood that hinted through his pants and licked her lips in anticipation, but her attention was quickly brought back to his face by his gruff voice.

"Diana, get into my office!" He turned curtly and walked back to sit behind his desk. 

Diana followed him inside quickly, worried at this new tone of voice. He hadn't been angry at her since they began their after-school meetings, and this level of angry was entirely new. She had never heard this tone before and it frightened her. She sat timidly in the hard wooden chair, hands in her lap and kicked her heels against its legs. 

The principal fixed her with a hard glare and sighed. "Diana, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. This isn't just a game we're playing here; our reputations are on the line."

"What's wrong, Principal Broadstreet? What did I do?" Diana attempted to return his stare with her most innocent, puppy dog eyes. 

"You fucking called me! At home!" Principal Broadstreet seethed as he almost shouted at the young girl through gritted teeth. "Look, us meeting here at school is risky enough, but at least I can justify it, but you calling me at home? That can get us both into trouble."

"I'm sorry, Principal, but, well, I just couldn't stop thinking about you. I got so horny on Saturday and, well, I just thought, if you were around, that, maybe we could... You know." Diana squeezed her legs together, getting wetter just thinking about their past few encounters. She felt near to bursting, wanting to feel him inside of her again. "Why is he angry about this?" she thought, "Its been two whole days! Why can't we just get naked?"

Dan glared at her for a second or two more before letting out another sigh and looking down at his desk, thumb and index fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, as if he felt a headache coming on. "Diana," he said, his tone now even, but one of exasperation, "these meetings we've been having, they've been great, really, and I really think they are helping you focus on school more, but not everyone would see it that way. Some would see what we are doing as wrong."

Diana looked at her hands in her lap, face reddening a bit. She knew that part of it felt wrong, but that was some of the best part, a secret with an adult that no one else would ever know about. A worry began in the pit of her stomach. "He wouldn't stop this, would he?" she thought, "He's not that angry?"

Principal Dan continued, "I think I've been too lax with you, young lady. You have to realize that, yes, what we've been doing is fun, quite enjoyable, but this is serious, as well. These are things adults do, and, now that you're 18, you need to start acting like an adult, too. If you insist on acting like a child, however, I need to discipline you like a child. Now, stand up and bend over, placing your hands on my desk. You've been here before. you know what to do."

Diana's eyes began to well up with tears and she pleaded with the principal. "But, but, no, I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to see you. I, I, I'm sorry. Please, I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything." Tears were flowing freely now, causing her mascara to run. She continued babbling until the principal spoke again.

"Be quiet, Diana! Stop that crying and stand up. Take your punishment and then we can move on." Dan stood up and looked down at Diana, his hands on his hips and an impatient look on his face.

Diana stood up slowly, wringing her hands and still trying to plead with him. "Please, I don't want to be spanked. It hurts. Can't I just do something to make you happy? Please. I'll do anything you say."

"If you'll do anything I say then you'll quit whining and bend over. If I don't punish you when you're bad, we'll never get anywhere with your behavior. You have to learn your lesson. That won't happen if I'm easy on you."

"I don't want to!" Diana stated, raising her voice and sounding exactly like the petulant schoolgirl she was. Looking down, she could tell by the enlarging tent in his pants that this whole scenario was turning the principal on. In her best baby doll voice, she cooed, "Let's just forget about all this spanking business and let me make you happy. I know I can make your dick happy; he's already excited to see me."

"What will make me happy, Diana," the principal said in a stony voice, "is if you'll kindly stop fucking around, assume the position and take your punishment. Either you're going to obey me and do as I say, or you're going to tell me that we're done with our little meetings and we never need to see each other again. Now what do you want?"

"Oh, no, Principal, don't end our meetings. Please, I thought you liked them, too. Please, I'll be good." Her sentence ended with a little catch in her voice, struggling to keep from crying again. She had never imagined that he was so serious as to stop their afternoon trysts. Looking at him now, she realized he was and that there was no avoiding getting her bum spanked. "O, okay. I'll be a good girl." Bending over slightly at her waist, she places her hands flat on his desk, already sniffling a bit.

Dan just looked her over for a second, still not quite believing that this delectable little cheerleader was in his office bending over his desk. He was slightly ashamed at how excited this feeling of power made him, but the throbbing in his testicles more than overcame this. 

"You've only made things worse for yourself by trying to get out of your punishment. Now I want you to take your panties off and lift your skirt up. I don't want anything in the way cushioning my hand slapping your behind. You need to remember what punishment feels like. Its the only way you'll remember to obey me from now on."

Diana cast her eyes downward, as she felt her face reddening. She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but now she realized that maybe she had been a bad girl. As she slid her panties down her smooth legs and felt the tingling and heat pulse outward from her young pussy, she was certain she was a bad girl, and that maybe, just maybe, she liked that. As her panties reached the floor, Dan could see that they were already damp and the feminine scent of her excitement reached his nostrils. His erection was painfully hard as it strained against the fabric of his slacks. 

Now resigned to her fate, Diana flipped up her skirt so that it rested on the small of her back, exposing her perfect ass to the principal. She placed her hands back on his desk and braced for the first slap. Dan placed one of his hands on the small of her back to brace her in position and swung back with the other hand. It came down hard across Diana's butt cheeks, causing a loud smacking sound that reverberated throughout the small office. Her taut flesh jiggled just a bit and she let out a tiny squeak of shock and pain. 

Again and again, Dan's hand came down hard on her ass, turning it a deep crimson. They were slow, measured strikes, each one more stinging that the last. He counted out an even ten. He didn't want to prolong her punishment, but he wanted it to be memorable. At the end of it, her butt was bright red, but he could also see labia were swollen from arousal and shiny with her juices. He didn't think his cock had ever been so hard before and he knew he needed relief quickly. 

"Don't move." he commanded, "Your punishment is done, but I want you to stay in that position." 

A few tears were still running down her face, but she couldn't help but smile when she heard the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants falling to the floor. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper being opened and could guess down to the second the pause from him rolling it on the length of his rigid penis. 

"Hold still." she heard him say, as she felt his large hands firmly grab her hips and the heat from the head of his cock as he positioned it at the entrance to her now dripping slit. He slowly worked the head in and out of her, allowing her to get used to his girth and for her juices to make his dick wet and slippery. Gradually he began working himself deeper inside of her, rotating his pelvis to stretch out the walls of her tight, teenage pussy. Finally, when the entire length of his shaft was slick, he pushed his hips forward powerfully with a grunt. She gasped as the fullness of him went deep inside her. 

With Diana bent over and Dan gripping her hips, he began pumping himself in and out of her at a steady, relentless pace. Her breathing became more rapid and soft moans escaped her lips. He gradually increased his pace, their heavy breathing and the wet sounds of him slapping his pelvis against her full buttocks becoming the only sounds in the room. Unconsciously Diana moved one of her hands between her legs to her swollen clit. Suddenly, she froze as one of Dan's hands smacked her hard on the ass, both the sting and the loud crack it made shocking her into immobility. 

"I didn't say to move. Put your hand back on the desk. You'll get to move when I tell you to." He held her pelvis still, with his manhood completely filling her, but his voice was as stern as ever. 

Without saying a word, she obeyed and placed her hand back on the desk. After a brief pause, he resumed pumping himself in and out of her. His thrusts continued to be steady, but quicker, more rapid, until he began slamming himself into her savagely. She was nothing but a rag doll now, his powerful hands lifting her entirely off the floor, physically grinding her pelvis back to meet his cock. It was all she could do to keep her hands on his desk, but she dared not lose her grip. 

She was so close to cumming, she could feel the pressure building down below, as waves of contractions began in her thighs and her pussy. From Dan's ragged breathing, she could tell he was close, as well. Then, without warning, he unleashed a guttural cry and held her hips tight up against his pelvis. The tight and tingling walls of her vagina felt the spasming of the hard cock inside her and could only imagine the flood of sperm that would have been injected deep inside her has it not been for the condom. She attempted to grind herself a bit more onto his softening erection, but he held her so tight, there was little she could do. 

After a brief pause, he withdrew and she could hear him removing the used condom and pulling up his pants, leaving her teetering on the edge of frustration. Oh, how she longed to rub her little pussy and give herself at least some relief from the clenching need she felt between her legs. She dared not move, however, particularly after how stern Dan had been about her punishment. She was determined to be a good girl and obey him in whatever he said.

Soon, he was seated behind his desk and looked up at her as if he had already forgotten she was there. "Oh, go ahead and take a seat, Diana." he said, motioning to the hard, wooden chairs on the other side of his desk, "Don't bother with your panties, though. Just leave them there on the floor."

Diana sat in one of the chairs and looked back at him in a mixture of confusion and need. She was quite a sight, mascara running down her face, a thin sheen of perspiration covering her exposed skin and her heaving chest straining against her tight, cheerleader top, hard nipples clearly seen through the thin, satin fabric. Her look was one of silent desperation was she sat, hands between her legs gripping the edge of chair, alternately squeezing her legs together trying to ease some of the sexual tension she felt. 

Dan looked across at her and sighed. With his elbows on the desk and his fingers tented together, he spoke, "Diana, you are a wonderful girl who is blossoming into a beautiful woman. And part of that process is this sexual desire that brought you into my office in the first place. I had meant for these afternoon visits to be an escape valve for you, so that you could have a safe, sexual outlet and concentrate more on your school work. But, after the events of this weekend, it seems that these visits might be making matters worse for you and causing you to be completely obsessed with sex."

Diana began to feel afraid. Was this a preamble to him ending their little visits? He was correct; since he had first taken her virginity, had introduced her to the wondrous joys of having a big, hard cock thrusting deep inside her, she had been able to think of little else. She hadn't known what was causing these restless, rebellious feelings and it caused her to be very disruptive in class. This disruption had caused her to be sent to the principal's office who sorted her out, first with a hard spanking, but ultimately, by fucking her senseless. Now there was little else she could think of besides his thick, veiny manhood being buried deep inside her. 

"Diana!" Are you listening!" 

His sharp, serious tone brought her wandering mind back into focus. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Your libido has gotten completely out of control and its obvious that you can think of nothing but sex when you get this way. Now there's nothing wrong with this. In fact, I believe that you are a lucky, young woman to have such a healthy sex drive, but we have to teach you to control yourself."

As he spoke, he could see the look of increasing worry cloud her face and a storm front of tears on the horizon. He often had to remind himself how young and fragile she still was. "Now don't go getting yourself worked up; I'm not about to end our time together. You have to know that this has been incredibly wonderful for me, too. You are an amazing young woman and I think we still have so much we can do together, but you can't just rely on me. I'm just one guy and I think I've just found out that I can't keep up with the sexual energy of an 18 year old girl."

A wave of relief washed over Diana, softening her features. "Oh, thank goodness!", she thought; she couldn't imagine to going back to not having sex, now that it had became a regular part of her life. With that fear removed from her mind, it left room for confusion to creep in. "What was he talking about? Does he want me to have sex with someone else?"

"What I'm trying to tell you, young lady, is that I have a new lesson for you and to help you with that, I've bought you a present." Dan opened one of the drawers in his desk and took out a dildo. It was about 7 inches long, but thick and veiny, with a soft, rubbery texture and done all in electric blue. He help it up for Diana to see. "This is a dildo."

She stared at it, fascinated. She couldn't quite believe what she was seeing at first. She had just seen her first erect penis a week ago; this gorgeous representation (in her favorite color, no less! How did he know?) was a wonder to behold. She was surprised that such a thing would exist at first, but then quickly thought, "Of course this is a thing!" Tentatively, she reached out to touch it. Suddenly, she remembered her manners and looked at her principal. "May I, may I hold it?"

"Of course! I got this for you. This lesson will be how to use it." He extended his hand and placed the dildo in hers. She clutched it, marveling at the feel of it. It felt so meaty! It was rigid, but felt so, so soft on the outside. So much like the real thing it was almost frightening. Her tiny hand could barely fit around it. When Dan released his grip, she just held it for a second, hefting its weight. Holding it in both hands, she began to examine it more closely, looking at it from various angles. Finally, she looked back at him, smiled and, holding the dildo up, said, "So, how should I use this?"

A sly grin formed on Dan's lips. "I'm glad you've asked me and not chosen to start using that without the proper instruction." He stood up and moved around the desk, until he was standing beside her. He knelt down so that he was eye level with her in the chair. Taking the dildo from her, he held it up. "Since you're new to this, I think I should use this on you as your first lesson."

"Now, let's see that beautiful pussy of yours. Lean back in that chair a bit more and lift your skirt up. Ah, there it is! Just lovely." Dan's eyes were instantly drawn to her tiny, hairless mons and glistening labia. 

She gushed with pride at the compliment, but was gushing down below, as well. She had been so horny and it looked like her throbbing vagina was finally going to get some attention. Him telling her what to do sent her over the edge. Her breathing quickened, her heaving chest making her stiff nipples stand out under the thin fabric of her uniform. A small whimper escaped her lips, as a fresh wave of juices flowed out of her, filling the room with the scent of her arousal. 

"Spread your legs more. Wider!" She moaned as she complied with his commands. He placed one of his large hands on her pubic bone and taut stomach, firmly holding her in place, as he positioned himself between her legs. He bent his head down to run his tongue around her swollen labia, spending extra time around her stiffening clitoris, making her even wetter with a combination of of her juices and his saliva. Her hips began moving subtly as she began to find it difficult to stay still. 

Then, he stopped licking, but kept his face agonizingly close to her womanhood. Softly, he blew on her soaking pussy, sending chills and a tremor through her. He was still holding the dildo in his other hand, and now he used it to gently caress the sensitive skin around her opening. This motion continued, the circular rubbing of the bulbous, blue head of the dildo around her wet slit until it was slick from her moisture. By then, Diana was writhing in her seat, thighs tensing and un-tensing while trying to stay open. 

His hand pushed down more firmly on top of her pelvis to regain control of her and slowly he pushed about 2 inches inside of her. "Yessss." she hissed as a look of bliss came over her face. He established a slow, but steady rhythm, pushing the dildo in and out of her, the wide head stretching her as she accommodated its girth. 




Naughty Schoolgirl Diana Pt. 02



"Does this feel good?" he asked, not varying his rhythm in the least.He looked up at her to see her eyes shut and her mouth slightly open. 

"Oh, yes. This feels awesome!" she gasped.

"Now that you've gotten more used to it, let me show you how you can vary the angle to make it feel different." With that, he angled the dildo so that it rubbed along the front of her love tunnel and her G-spot in particular. He allowed 4 inches to slide into her. 

"Hiyiyiyi" she responded in a shrill voice, as she bucked her hips and the muscles of her pelvis contracted to grip the silicone invader being shoved inside her. Her hands gripped the sides of her chair seat. 

After a few minutes of this treatment, he pulled it out of her until just the flared head was inside her, and rotated it, stretching her from the inside. He placed a few light kisses on the flawless skin of her inner thigh, enjoying the moans and ragged breathing that was coming from her. Suddenly, he thrust the entire length of it into her pussy. 

"Haaaa! Oh, God!" she called out and her hips once again thrusting off the damp seat. 

Dan set another steady rhythm, pushing the fullness of it inside and pulling it almost entirely out. He felt hypnotized by her wet, little opening, that stretched to accept the thickness of the sex toy, but gripped it so tight that he felt like he was playing tug-o-war as he pulled it out. Diana began thrashing her head from side to side, letting out moans of uninhibited pleasure. 

He had meant for today's session to be all about the toy, but he was beginning to realize that he didn't have complete control over his actions where Diana was concerned. With his face so close to her slick labia and pulsing clitoris, without thinking, he bent down to suck on her erect love button. Between that and the fat dildo still pumping in and out of her, Diana felt the first electric jolts of an orgasm blossoming deep in her belly. 

She emitted squeals of pure joy, her eyes tightly shut and her head moving from side to side. Her vaginal walls contracted spasmodically attempting to milk the fake cock filling her up. Dan continued to divide his attention between her twitching clit and filling her spasming pussy. Her toned thighs squeezed shut, trapping his head and upper arm tightly at her crotch. It was only because of his superior size and weight that he was able to maintain control of her body, working to keep her writhing form on the wooden chair. He held her, slowly tonguing her groin and just rotating the dildo around her pelvis.

Eventually, both were still. Diana slumped limp in the chair and Dan simply rested his head on her toned abdomen, one arm draped over her leg and the bulk of his body between her legs. He stirred first, kissing her just below her belly button, before pulling the dildo out of her and rising to stand. She appeared to be asleep, a steady rise and fall of her chest her only movement. Her head lolled to the side, her hair mussed and unkempt. He looked down at her hot, teenage body, slack after an explosive orgasm and realized that his erection had returned, his erection pressing urgently against the front of his pants. 

Placing the dildo on his desk, he looked down at her in her disheveled cheerleader uniform. "Diana. Diana!"

"Hmmm?" she replied dreamily, stretching lazily. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. "You called, my Prince? she teased.

Looking at her half naked form, a look of raw lust upon his face, he began to unzip his pants, and a stiff erection sprung out. "I think," he said, smiling, "we may have to start another lesson."