11 comments/ 142178 views/ 71 favorites The Principal By: random83 I was sitting quietly in the principal's office, waiting for Ms. Victoria to come in after speaking with Ms. Horne, the school's science teacher. Beside me was Brianna. We never got along, mostly because Brianna was so obnoxious, and being placed as lab partners only fanned the flames. Brianna had just moved here from Detroit. I don't know much about her, but I know she doesn't seem to get along with anybody here. Her family's pretty poor, but Brianna was always dressed well. Probably stole the clothes she's wearing right now. Although she had beautifully tanned skin, long blonde hair, large breasts, and a very cute "bubble butt" her demeanor scared away most boys she liked. I'm a typical mild-mannered eighteen year old girl from the suburbs; this being the first time called into the principal's office. I'm pretty popular with most of the boys at the school due to my vibrant curly red hair, fair white skin, and boobs that frequently threaten to pop out of my bra. When the office door opened, we both turned our heads toward Ms. Victoria. Being one of the youngest principals in Midvale history, she was quite a beauty and received much attention from the male student body. "Girls," Ms. Victoria said while closing the door. "After talking with Ms. Horne, I realize that there is a problem between you two. I'd like to settle this today, once and for all." I was pretty nervous to see what might happen, as the principal at Midvale High had a reputation for demanding complete control over her students. She moved behind her desk and sat down, never looking away from either Brianna or myself. "Who wants to tell me what happened first?" Ms. Victoria questioned. Brianna stood upright. "She started this whole thing, Ms. Victoria. Alisha won't stop messing with me!" "That's not true! You had a problem with me from the very beginning, and I did nothing to deserve it." "Bullshit, you little bitch! This whole-" Brianna continued, but was suddenly cut off by Ms. Victoria pounding her fist on her desk. "Sit down, Brianna. And shut up!" Ms. Victoria yelled. I was not used to seeing her so fiery. "That goes for you too, Alisha. I don't want to hear a peep from either of you unless I ask you a question. Is that clear?" "Yes." We both said, submissively. "Good. Now, you two are going to do exactly as I say. We are going to resolve this right now." Ms. Victoria stood up, and moved to the front of her desk, where we were sitting, and sat on the edge of it. "The first thing I want you two to do is position your chairs so that you are facing each other. By the time we're done with our little meeting here, I'm sure you two will be more than friends." I didn't know how to take her use of the term "more than friends", but I complied, as did Brianna. "Closer, girls. And move your chairs closer to me, while you're at it." By now our chairs were so close that our knees were touching. I began to feel uncomfortable with such proximity to this girl I barely knew, despite the long jeans I was wearing. Brianna saw this discomfort, and seeing an opportunity to get under my skin more, moved both legs between my knees, spreading them slightly. "Good girls. Now, Alisha, take Brianna's hand in yours and tell her you want to be friends." "You want me to do what?" I asked, surprised. "You heard me, Alisha. Or would you rather me call your parents?" Wanting to get this whole ordeal over with, I took Brianna's hand. "Can we be friends, Brianna?" "Hell no!" Brianna replied immediately, taking back her hand forcefully. SLAP! Principal Victoria smacked her hand on her desk. "Brianna! I'm tired of your attitude, young lady. Do as I say and I won't be forced to call your father. Do I make myself clear?" After Brianna submitted to Ms. Victoria's demand, I again took her hand and asked if we could be friends. "Whatever..." Brianna said dismissively. "Alright, Brianna. Now take Alisha's face in your hands, and give her a friendly kiss. On the lips" Now I was panicked, and could see in Brianna's face she shared this feeling. Seeing that neither of us was going to cooperate, Ms. Victoria grabbed the hair on the back of our heads and forced me to kiss Brianna. I had never even thought about kissing another eighteen-year-old girl before, and closed my eyes in disgust. Brianna whimpered a bit as Principal Victoria mashed my lip-gloss covered mouth with Brianna's soft, pink lips for what seemed to be forever. Finally, after minutes of having another girl's mouth all over mine, she relented. "Now kiss each other." The 35-year old woman demanded. She was beginning to unbutton her business jacket, revealing a white silk blouse hugging her large tits. "And I want you two to mean it." I began to wonder where this was leading, but didn't have time to finish my thought as Brianna planted her sweet, wet lips on mine. Because our principal wasn't physically forcing us, this kiss was nicer but still grossed me out. Brianna took the initiative and slipped her tongue over my fruit-flavored lips. With closed eyes, she nervously licked and sucked on my bottom lip. "That's a good start, girls, but I have a feeling we're going to be in here for a while." We both noticed that while we were kissing, Ms. Victoria had removed her business jacket, and her skirt was now around her waist. She was leaning on the edge of her desk, within inches of Brianna and me, sitting in our chairs in front of her, squeezing her braless nipples through her blouse. "Stick out your tongues, girls, like you're about to take a lick from an ice cream cone." We both timidly looked from Ms. Victoria to each other but submissively stuck our tongues out. Again, without warning, our principal forced our heads together, causing our wet tongues to first touch, then rub together. Again, I closed my eyes and waited for this to be over, but Brianna seemed to like the soft texture and sweet taste of another girl's tongue, even if she disliked me. I opened my eyes in alarm as Brianna sucked my young feminine tongue into her own wet mouth. I was surprised at how aggressive Brianna was making out with me, wondering if the young trouble maker was enjoying this. After a few minutes of deep kissing, I noticed my own strawberry lip gloss all over the other girl's face, and realized that I probably had her candy-flavored girl-spit all over mine. I told myself that I was only doing this because I was being forced to, and began kissing Brianna will full force. Ms. Victoria was probably pleased with the sight of two young girls shoving their soft pink tongues down each other's throats. Hopefully this would end soon, I thought. "Very good." She panted. I could tell she was getting excited, as she was now lightly rubbing the crotch of her panties. "Alisha, Brianna, take off your shirts. Now!" Startled by the blazing tone in her voice, Brianna began taking off her black t-shirt revealing a tight plain bra. Her body was actually very pretty, but still I wanted out of there, and badly. "This is crazy! I'm not going to do this!" I exclaimed. "You're not leaving here, Alisha, until I'm convinced there won't be any more problems between you two. We can stay all night if that is what it takes" Seemingly defeated, I obediently removed my blue blouse, unleashing my large breasts. First, I noticed Brianna staring at my perfectly pink nipples surrounded by white, creamy, soft girl-flesh. Then, I saw Brianna's white panties under her spread mini-skirt, and noticed how wet and tight they clung to her pussy. To say the least, Brianna seemed confused by these reactions her body had. "It's not fair that Alisha's breasts are exposed and yours aren't, is it Brianna?" She implied, as her own blouse and black lacy bra were being removed. She was now dressed only in her black lacy panties and stockings in front of two of her female students. Brianna was in a trance. Her white cotton panties were now being flooded by her pussy juice. She compliantly took her bra off, showing me and our principal a set of tanned, perky tits. Without any instruction, Brianna gently squeezed my breast. At this, Ms. Victoria smiled at Brianna, and began feeling my other tit while rubbing her own clit underneath her panties. I felt like crying. I hated the feeling of these female hands all over my boobs, but most of all I hated my own body's betrayal as my nipples both hardened and my pink, lacy panties began to get wet. "Please, Ms. Victoria..." I whimpered. "Shhh. Just listen to me. Look at what I'm doing under my panties." She panted as her fingers were playing with her swollen clitoris. "I want you to do the same." Devastated by the lack of responsibility the attractive 35-year old was displaying, I obeyed. I first lifted my butt up in order to pull my jeans down to my knees, and dejectedly obeyed. I slipped my hand under my pink panties, and pretended to move it around, hoping Ms. Victoria wouldn't notice. She didn't, but Brianna did. "Ma'am," Brianna spoke softly. "I don't think she's doing what you're doing" Angered at my defiance, but pleased with Brianna's surprising obedience, she ordered me to remove my panties. When I failed to follow her instructions, Ms. Victoria turned to the other senior high school girl. "Take them off for her," she commanded, while removing her own panties. "And use your mouth." I couldn't believe it when Brianna eagerly got on her knees in front of me and slid my pants all the way off. Placing her hands on my soft, smooth thighs, she bent her head down to my panty-covered crotch and bit the top of my pink panties. Embarrassed by my own wet spot over my panty-covered pussy, I closed my eyes, afraid to cry. I could hear Brianna breathe in my scent deeply, as she used her teeth and hands to remove my last line of defense. Finally, after seeing no other choice, I relented and was soon sitting, legs closed, in nothing but my cute white socks, revealing a small patch of red pubic hair. "Now, do exactly as I do to your own cute pussy, Alisha, and soon you'll be able to leave." Ms. Victoria began by stroking her pussy, up and down, stopping to circle her clit every now and then. I watched and mirrored her actions, massaging my swollen clit. Although this was a terrible situation for me to be in, I began to realize my wet cunt was dripping juice down my crotch. This turned into a flood once Brianna, now kneeling beside me, placed her hot mouth over my hard nipple and sucked like a baby on her mommy's titty. When Ms. Victoria inserted first one finger, then two into her own wet, waiting love hole, I followed suit. Soon, I knew I would cum if Ms. Victoria wanted me to continue like this. "Brianna, this next part is important. I want you to kneel in front of your new friend." Brianna obeyed, although she seemed very nervous in this position. She did nothing but watch my hands furiously fucking myself. Although she never seemed like a dyke before, Brianna desperately wanted to taste my wet pussy. "Open your mouth, Brianna. Good. Now Alisha, stick your wet fingers into her mouth." Principal Victoria was in heaven. As she was on the verge of giving herself an orgasm, seeing the attractive blonde girl sucking on my glistening fingers pushed her over the edge. I watched our principal cum, flooding her own crotch and desk, as Brianna seductively sucked and licked my fingers clean of my intimate juices. I hoped this had satisfied the principal enough to let me leave, but it did not. After regaining composure, Ms. Victoria was pleased to see my fingers were still in Brianna's mouth. "Sit up here, where I am." The weak-kneed woman instructed me. As Ms. Victoria stood up, she pointed to the wet spot she had just made on her desk. I complied, knowing my protests would go ignored. As I sat on my principal's desk, I could feel the slightly warm liquid my principal had left for me all over my pussy and ass, knowing it was mixing with my own pussy fluids. I was utterly disgusted, both by where I was sitting and my own apparent horniness. I couldn't believe my body was reacting this way. I didn't even like girls! "Alisha looks a bit scared, doesn't she Brianna? Maybe if you kissed your way up her legs, it might make her feel more relaxed" Brianna didn't need any further encouragement. I could see she was so fucking horny; she'd probably do anything the Principal asked. She began by kneeling in front of me again, and gently kissing my knees. She then slid her wet, soft tongue up from my inner knees, tickling me. Soon, the young teen was moving up my thighs, and finally started lightly kissing my sweet honey pot, all while staring into my alarmed eyes. Ms. Victoria stood to the side of me, and forced Brianna's head into my hot crotch. Brianna started licking and sucking on my young clit, while Ms. Victoria kissed me deeply. "Please!" I sniveled through my principal's kisses. "I'm going to cum soon! Please stop, I'm not a lesbian!" Brianna penetrated my cunt with her tongue, burying her nose into my clit. As Ms. Victoria shoved her wet tongue into my open mouth, my tight little body began to stiffen. "Don't... make me... fucking cuummmm!!!" I moaned into the older woman's mouth, as I had my first body-shaking orgasm at the hands, or better put, mouth of another girl. "Ohhh. Ahhh.... Uggh!!" Brianna continued licking all my juices as my thighs relaxed around her head. Finally looking up at me, Brianna slithered up my body, making sure to lick sensuously around my navel, then my tits. When she reached my face, I was much too tired to protest Brianna's tongue against my mouth and allowed the blonde to kiss me passionately. I was a bit surprised by the pleasant taste of my own pussy on the lips of the young blonde, as well as the pleasing sensation of my young boobs against another girl's bare tits. "Now it's your turn to please Brianna" Ms. Victoria told me. She instructed Brianna to bend over the desk so that her tanned tummy and breasts were flat against the oak furniture. She then forced me to my knees, causing my face to come within inches of Brianna's little pink asshole. Brianna spread her legs wide in anticipation of my warm tongue on her wet pussy, but was surprised to learn Ms. Victoria had something else in mind. Again, she grabbed my head. Feeling the resistance I was putting up, she forcefully pushed my face into Brianna's round ass. I was in a daze from my incredible orgasm! Without even thinking about it, I began licking the young girl's surprisingly sweet-smelling asshole, up and down in long tongue strokes. Every time Brianna squealed or whimpered with delight, I could feel it in my face as her knees would buckle or her butt cheeks would tighten then relax again. I was surprised to notice, after a few minutes of licking the asshole of a girl I didn't even like, that Principal Victoria no longer had a grip on my hair. I was now eating a girl's ass on my own free will. The older woman was sitting in the chair I was just sitting at, furiously masturbating, as she watched me service another girl's ass. At this point, I didn't care about anything but making Brianna cum all over my face. I moved down to her dripping pussy and gave a quick lick. Shocked that I actually liked the taste of another teenager's cunt, I dove in greedily as I reached down to my own velvety love hole. "Oh, god. You're gonna make me cum, Alisha" Brianna barely panted as I had my tongue inside her pink pussy. Her hips were now bucking wildly, thrashing her pussy and asshole against my face. I grabbed her hips with both hands, and shoved my tongue inside her as far as I could. My waiting mouth was met by a flood of Brianna's cum juices. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but my face and neck were still drenched by this young girl's most private goo. Brianna turned over, glowing from her first orgasm from a girl, and tried to get up. I felt exhausted, but I couldn't help myself as I fell on Brianna's soft body, pressing our young tits together again, pushing her down on Principal Victoria's desk. I kissed Brianna voluntarily for the first time, letting her taste her own pussy. We both moaned into each other's mouths as our cute pink tongues danced together tirelessly. "Almost done, girls." Ms. Victoria gasped through breaths. "Come here." She didn't need to say anything more. Brianna and I got up from her desk and kneeled in front of our administrator, both anxious to tongue-fuck our attractive administrator. Once she stopped fucking herself with three of her own fingers, I watched as Brianna bent her head down and licked Ms. Victoria's wet gash. She then watched me do the same. Soon we were both licking her sweet pussy at the same time, causing our young tongues to massage and caress each other. I moved up to her face, and thrust my candy-flavored tongue into Ms. Victoria's mouth, watching Brianna's little mouth and tongue furiously working the older woman's pussy. As she came, squirting herself into Brianna's wet mouth and squealing through my lips as she felt my swollen tits, I knew I'd be hooked on pussy forever. The Principal I am sitting at my desk, going over some paperwork when I hear a soft knock on the door. I sigh loudly; its only the beginning of the day and I really don't want to handle whatever it is that might be on the other side of the door. But I'm the principal of a rather large High school and sometimes, well it just comes with the territory. "Come in." I look up to see Natalie walk into my office, her head hanging down, unable to meet my eyes. A bit surprised by her appearance, I set my pen down and give her my full attention as she sits in the chair on the other side of the desk. "Natalie, what can I do for you?" She blushes slightly, shifting in her chair as she stammers. "Ms Blake, Mrs Howard sent me here." Surprised by this I look at her closely. She is flushed and I'm not sure how much of this is from embarrassment at having gotten in trouble or something more. Normally Natalie is a stellar student, not a troublemaker and very friendly with nearly the entire student body. Sometimes though she pushes the rules a bit and wears clothes that are very close to over the line; like today. I eye her nearly too short skirt which has risen up her thighs when she sat own and give her a stern look. "And why exactly did Mrs. Howard send you here?" She looks down at the crossed hands in her lap and blushes even more. "She told me I had to come here because of what she caught me doing." This catches my attention and I lean forward a little. Based on the nervousness and the blush, I have a pretty good idea just what she might have been caught doing, or more precisely whom. Young Natalie has been dating Tom Donner for a couple of weeks now and they've been warned about displaying affection in the hall before. But I don't want to jump to conclusions so I decide to play stupid. "And what exactly did she catch you doing?" She crosses her legs and still refuses to meet my eyes as she nervously tugs at her skirt. "I was in the bathroom and she caught me...ummm....she caught me touching myself...you know, down there." Her soft spoken admission surprises me; I expected her to tell me she and her boyfriend were caught fooling around in the locker room. Maybe even half dressed, but this is far beyond the scope of even my wildest expectations. In a moment, I can feel something take hold of me and I decide to change tactics. As the principal, I'm surrounded by young untouchable girls on a daily basis. I've looked and I've enjoyed but I've never indulged. I've been far too fond of my job for that. But there has always been something about Natalie that's pushed me closer to crossing that line than any other student I've ever known. And I've never been able to put my finger on it until this moment. Natalie is a true submissive, a rare girl willing to do nearly anything to please whoever is taking control of her. A young girl eager, almost desperate to please; I've witnessed it often enough but never truly recognized it until this moment. I can feel lust hit me like a runaway train as I remember that Natalie has just turned 18. I find myself wondering if perhaps this might be the perfect opportunity to push the envelope with her and see how far I can take her. I feel a thrill pass through me as I realize I've finally been given the key to the kingdom. I continue to play stupid giving her my best confused face. "What do you mean you were touching yourself? Aren't you supposed to touch yourself in the bathroom?" Her face goes from blush to scarlet as she realizes that I'm not going to give her an easy out. She looks up at me for the first time since she entered my office, her eyes wide and disbelieving. She stammers as she realizes that she's going to have to say exactly what she was caught doing. "I was...I was touching myself, touching my...touching my ummm pussy." The last word is nearly inaudible as she shifts in her chair nervously. I smile to myself seeing that I have her firmly in my grasp. She might be embarrassed, even a bit afraid. But she's still sitting there in the chair doing exactly what I want her to do. Just a little more pushing and she'll be mine. "While I agree the word is apt, I'm still not sure I understand. How exactly were you touching yourself?" She looks down again, her voice soft and unsure. "I was touching my clit." She shifts a bit, still squirming in her seat. I watch her squirm, feeling a great deal of power from her discomfort. I can feel my own pussy growing wet as I lean back in my chair. I continue to play stupid. "Touching your clit? Exactly how were you touching it Natalie?" "I was...I was...masturbating." Her face is scarlet, her voice barely audible as she admits to her indiscretion. I can feel my heart flutter in my chest as I find myself picturing exactly what Mrs. Howard had stumbled upon. Young Natalie, in the bathroom with her skirt raised, her panties down around her knees as she played with her pussy, desperate to cum. The image is so vivid that I can almost hear her soft moans, even smell the heat of her pussy from across the room. I need to see it firsthand. I need to watch this young woman recreate what she was caught doing. And I plan on cumming right along with her. I cross my legs, giving my pussy a bit of a rub with the action trying to ease the ache there. I am so wet already I'll be surprised if I don't leave a wet spot on the chair. It's time to really push my young student. I give her my best skeptical expression. "Really? I find it hard to believe that you of all people would do that in the girl's bathroom. Perhaps Mrs. Howard misunderstood what she was seeing. Perhaps if you showed me what you were doing when she came into the room." The words are out of my mouth, hanging between us. There is no going back. Realization dawns on Natalie slowly. Horrified she shakes her head, begging me. "Ms Blake, please don't make me. I promise I'll never do it again." I slap my hand on the desk, and give her a stern glare. "Natalie!" She jumps and goes quiet. "Now, I must insist you show me exactly what you were doing; I cannot have any hope of determining your punishment if I have no idea what you did to deserve it. Now, what did Mrs Howard catch you doing, show me now." For a moment I fear she will still deny me. But then, seeing the resolve in my eyes, she takes a deep breath before slowly spreading her legs and drawing up her skirt. Her hands are shaking a bit and I find I must take a deep breath as well. I hold it until her panties come into view. They are simple, white cotton and they make her look even more innocent. Her hand reaches for the elastic circling her thigh, disappearing underneath it. I hear her give a soft sigh as her fingers make contact with the heated flush beneath them and I have to bite back a moan of my own at the erotic sight before me. Her fingers are moving slowly under the underwear; I can't see them but I can well imagine just what they are doing. I sigh softly as she continues to play with her pussy in front of me. "Ah, I can see that she did in fact catch you masturbating." Her fingers continue to circle her clit slowly, waiting for me to give her permission to stop. I have no intention of doing that. Instead I lean closer, my eyes gazing at her spread thighs hotly as I watch the show. "Tell me Natalie, were you enjoying touching your pussy?" Her fingers pause in her puzzlement. "Ms Blake?" I shake a finger at her in admonishment. "I did not tell you to stop." The fingers begin moving slowly again, the bump of them moving slowly beneath her underwear. "It's a relatively easy question Natalie, simply answer yes or no. Did you enjoy touching your pussy?" Her face blushes once more but she stammered out the truth. "Yes Ms. Blake." I leaned forward even more, never taking my eyes from what she is doing between her legs. "And are you wet from touching your pussy?" I drop my voice, making it low and sultry as the lust builds in me. She is so wet, I can hear her fingers moving in it as she continues circling her clit. I can almost smell her as I lean across the desk. She sighs, her eyes closing for a second as her own lust takes over. "Yes Ms. Blake." For a moment, her fingers speed up a bit, then slow back down. Unable to resist any longer, I stand up, coming around the desk to stand next to her. "Show me." Her eyes fly open, meeting mine as she again becomes confused. "Ms. Blake?" I kneel next to her, my eyes inches from her panty clad pussy. I am hungry to see what the underwear is hiding, eager to smell her in the air in my office. I look at her heatedly. "I want you to move your panties and show me your pussy Natalie. I wish to see for myself how wet you are." She hesitates only a second before reaching down with her free hand and doing as I ask. As her young wet pussy comes into view, I have to bite back both a moan and the urge to simply reach out and bury my tongue inside her. Instead, fighting my own desire, I reach out to touch her softly. She moans at my touch, her eyes closing once more. "Yes, you are quite wet." I stroke her softly, gently, my own breath coming faster and faster as she simply sits there and lets me continue to stroke her hot wet pussy. I reach up to circle her clit as I ask her my next question. "Tell me Natalie, did you cum before Mrs Howard caught you?" Her eyes are glazed, hungry. There is no hesitation there; she wants this as much as I do. I simply have to make her cum to make her mine. She shakes her head. "No Ms Blake." I continue circling her little nub slowly, teasingly having to resist the urge to put my finger in my mouth and suck her juices from it. I give her a lusty grin. "So she interrupted you?" She nods. "Yes Ms Blake." I remove my hand, denying her the pleasure of my touch as I move between her spread legs. "Well then, I can think of only one punishment fit for this crime. You will finish masturbating in that chair." Again she looks unsure. "Ms. Blake?" I lay it out for her realizing that the lust and need to cum is likely clouding her mind. "I want you to pull down your panties Natalie and play with your clit until you cum in that chair. And I want to watch you do it." She does nothing and I slap her leg lightly, my voice firm as I repeat my command. "Now Natalie!" Natalie, does as I demand. Slowly peeling off her panties and dropping them onto the floor. I take her leg and prop it up on the desk. I want a completely unimpeded view of what she is about to do for me. Her touch is hesitant and tentative at first, her earlier embarrassment returning as I sit on the floor and watch her rub her clit. But that does not last long as she quickly loses herself in the sensations the fingers in her pussy are evoking. In moments, her head has lolled back, her breathing growing labored as her hand picks up speed on her nub. I look up to see that her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt. I so badly want to see them, touch them, taste them. But now is not the time; there will be plenty of time for that later during our next session. She is close, I can see it. Her hips are rocking slowly on the chair as her pleasure grows. I decide that the time has come for me to join her. I stand, lean close to whisper in her ear softly as I slowly roll up my own skirt. "Are you going to cum soon Natalie?" She moans softly, the feel of my breath on her ear turning her on even more. "Yes Ms Blake." I smile, reaching between my own legs even as I feel my own wetness running down my thighs. I touch myself, pinching my clit, feeling my legs buckle a bit as pleasure courses through me. She watches me as I stand there watching her. Her eyes are on fire with lust as she watches my hand, busy between my legs. I smile to myself knowing that I have her. "Good, I want you to cum when I tell you to. Do you understand?" She nods dumbly. "Yes Ms Blake." Her hand picks up speed and she moans louder. She is so close. "Good, now I want to watch you finger fuck yourself." I moan as I watch her do as she is told, burying two fingers deep inside her wet pussy, all the while, her right hand is busy strumming her clit. "That's good Natalie, bury your fingers deep in your pussy." I can barely speak, so turned on at the sight of Natalie sitting in my chair, her legs spread and her hands buried between her them as she finger fucks herself. My eyes close as I do the same, knowing that she's watching me even as I've been watching her. I moan as my fingers sink in deep going in easily. I am so close to cumming. "Now keep playing with your clit. I want you to watch me play with myself. I want us to cum together. Are you close Natalie?" At my breathless words, she nods. "So am I. Are you ready to cum for me Natalie?" She nods again, her hand going even faster on her clit, her fingers fucking herself even harder. I feel myself reaching the peak, my orgasm catching me off guard. "Good, cum for me Natalie, cum for me now." I manage to pant out my final command before it crashes over me, bringing me to my knees with a loud groan. She does so with a harsh cry, her hips jerking in the chair as her pussy clenches on her fingers, still buried deep inside. She continues to moan and cry out for at least a minute before she goes limp in the chair. I watch her in wonder, amazed at the power of her orgasm. Feeling a bit weak in the knees myself, I reach out, slowly pulling her hands from her pussy and give into the impulse to taste her, licking and sucking her hands clean. She is sweet and tangy and I promise myself that next time, I'll taste it straight from the source. I stand up, dizzy and jelly legged, I straighten my skirt and sit down in my chair behind my desk once more. I take several deep breaths to calm myself before I once more turn stern with her. "That will be all Natalie. You are free to go." She grabs her underwear, preparing to put them on when I again stop her. "Natalie, you will leave those here. From now on, you will no longer wear any underwear unless I tell you otherwise." She nods and simply drops them on my desk. She turns to the door. I again stop her. "Oh and Natalie, you will return for detention after school is over; we need to discuss the rest of your punishment, do you understand?" She swallows audibly even as she nods. "Yes Ms. Blake." Then she leaves my office, shutting the door behind her quietly. I sit there in awe of what just happened and wondering just how the hell I'm going to manage to wait until the end of the school day before my next session with young Natalie. * * * The final bell rings and I listen as the office outside my door slowly empties and grows quiet. I'm finishing some final paperwork for the day and of course waiting for my wayward student to show up for her detention. I've been thinking about little else for most of the day. I hear a soft knock on my door and feel my pussy clench in response. I'm wet; I've been wet since the moment Natalie walked through my door the first time. I'll have no need of foreplay this afternoon and if I guess right, neither will she. "Come in." I manage to keep my voice even and all business despite the sudden lurch in my heartbeat. Natalie opens the door, walking in quietly and sitting down in the same chair she sat in that morning. And without being told. I look at her sitting in the chair, looking down at the floor and wonder if she's remembering what she did in that same chair that morning. Was she picturing herself in that same chair, naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide open while I watched her fuck herself to orgasm? I know I was and if the river between my legs was any indication we were going to have a very good day. I give her a smile as she sits there; I don't want her at ease, not completely but I don't want her terrified either. "Prompt as ever Natalie." She looks up, her face blushing slightly as she gazes at me with hooded eyes. "You asked to see me after class?" I lean forward, carefully moving the paperwork from the desk; I have no desire for it to get in the way later. "Yes Natalie I did. It seems we have a punishment to discuss." She squirms slightly, her skirt riding up as she does so and I wonder if she was still following my first rule. Time enough for that in a moment but now I need to make sure she understands just what I'm going to demand of her. "You were caught masturbating in the girl's bathroom earlier today. I hope you understand that is not exactly respectable behavior." She shakes her head, her voice soft and barely audible. "No Ms Blake." "I thought when I punished you this afternoon by making you fuck yourself until you came in my chair might be punishment enough but I think now I am mistaken. I think it will take a great deal more than that to make you understand just what it is you did." I put heavy emphasis on the f-word, watching her jump and take a hitching breath as I do so. I see her nipples harden under her shirt and I smile to myself, pleased that our earlier play is still having a profound effect on her. "So I have come up with the following. You will be at my disposal in any way I see fit for as long as I desire. You will do whatever I ask, without hesitation, without question. And you will enjoy everything I do to you." As I pause, her eyes widen and she looks at me, a touch of panic in her eyes as I continue. "Now, first things first, let's see if you've managed to follow my first rule. Stand up." She hesitates only a second, still under the spell I cast on her from earlier but also feeling a bit overwhelmed at the mess she's found herself in. Her short skirt flutters as she stands and I know she's naked under it, just as I asked. I find myself wondering how many others were flashed by her wet naked pussy today. "Pull up your skirt, spread your legs and show me your pussy." I bark at her in a clipped tone and she finds herself obeying before she even completely realizes I've spoken. Pleased, I watch as her most private place comes into view. Its dripping, probably still wet from our earlier encounter. The sight of her standing there holding up her skirt is too much for me and I surge to my feet approaching her aggressively as I turn her to face me. I fall to my knees, taking her skirt in my hand as I give in to the hardcore need to finally taste her. I bury my face between her legs, grabbing her ass to pull her onto my mouth and without preamble, let my tongue plunge inside her. She jerks, crying out above me before grabbing my hair in both hands. I can feel her hips rocking, rubbing her pussy against my face as I fuck her with my tongue. I moan at the taste of her, so wet, so sweet before drawing my tongue out to flick repeatedly across her clit. With a free hand, I tease her opening with a finger, pressing against her but not entering. It does not take long, she goes off like a rocket, cumming on my face and mouth as I take her clit in my mouth and begin to suck it gently. She moans loudly, her hips snapping back and forth as I continue lathing her clit with my tongue, drawing out her orgasm for as long as I can. When its finished, she collapses back into the chair while I give her one last lingering lick. Then seizing control once more I calmly stand, wiping my mouth off before moving behind my desk. I look at her sitting there dazed and confused and I continue speaking as if nothing has happened. "You will report to me, here every day after class. Some days we will leave to play elsewhere but most of the time we will stay here while I fuck you." I give her a stern look as I try to make her understand exactly what I'm telling her. "Make no mistake, I will continue to give you the greatest pleasure you've ever known, you will never leave this office without having cum several times. But there is a price; you are mine unless I say otherwise and you may not refuse anything I wish to do to you." The Principal She takes a deep breath, looking at me in shock and acceptance, sitting up slightly, trying to shake off the fogginess from her powerful orgasm. The strained look in her eyes only increases the fire I can feel burning deep inside my starving pussy. I know she's off guard and its the perfect opportunity to ask the most important question I have for her. "Are you still a virgin?" This shocks her even more than me eating her out and she goes still in the chair. "What?" I say it again, slowly. "Are you still a virgin?" She becomes shy once more, as if suddenly realizing that she's sitting there in my office her wet pussy exposed to my gaze. I find it a bit endearing and even arousing. She slowly nods. "Yes." I look at her carefully, and smile seductively. "After today you won't be." I watch her shudder again, crossing her arms over her breasts. Almost as if having second thoughts about what she is allowing me to do. That simply will not do. I am going to fuck her, now, today and I am going to enjoy listening to her scream while I do it. I stand up again, this time going to sit down on my desk in front of her. She stares at me in confusion as I sit there, my own legs spread wide. I nod at her. "I want to see your tits, take off your shirt." My eyes watch her avidly, my gaze burning bright as she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her breasts are small, held captive by a simply, lacy bra. Like her panties earlier, the innocence of them only excites me more. I can't see her breasts but I know that they are a nice handful and I can't wait to touch them, take her nipples into my mouth and watch her writhe as I suck on them. I can already feel my mouth drooling at the thought. She drops her shirt, standing there in front of me with her head hanging down. I reach out to touch her gently, feeling her lean into my touch despite the touch of fear I saw when I told her I was going to fuck her today. I pull her to me, pressing our bodies together as I bury my nose in her neck and inhale deeply before moving up to her sensitive ears and blowing out gently. She shudders, her own breath starting to come in harsh pants. Then with deft hands I reach up and undo her bra. I let it fall between us and it catches on her breasts as I pull her arms out of it. She is shy once more, not wanting to look at me as I slowly begin kissing her neck. I lathe my tongue across her young skin, tasting her sweet flavor as I let my hands wander up her ribs and across her stomach before I grab her bra. As I pull it out from between us, I let her young breasts fill my hands, finding the nipples easily. They are hard and ready, poking into the palms of my hands nicely. I hear Natalie moan above me and the sound draws me to her tits like a bear to honey. I close my eyes as I take one of her nipples in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, being sure to softly rub the other one with a free hand. Natalie's legs give way and I pull her against me as I continue lathing attention on her breast. Then, when her nipple is hard enough to cut glass, I turn my attention to the other one, bringing it to hard attention in the hot wet confines of my mouth. She is moaning out loud now, her eyes closed, as she sags against me, letting me have my way. After several moments, I set her gently back from me, making her stand on her own as I begin undressing. She looks at me with lust hazed eyes as I drop my skirt, my own pussy dripping down my thighs as I let it fall to the floor. Her gaze is riveted on it and I smile to myself as I wonder how easy it will be to get her to return the oral favor I just gave her. Looking at her flushed face I don't think it will be too hard. I pull my shirt off, not having need of a bra and she watches avidly as my breasts are freed to her gaze. Suddenly feeling impatient and needing to feel her naked skin against mine, I reach out and wipe the entire surface of my desk free. Then I turn back to her. "Bend over the desk Natalie." She does as I demand, bending over the desk quickly. I watch her hungrily as she braces herself with her arms, forced to spread her legs as she leans forward. While she stands there, her hands on the surface of the desk, her ass in the air and her pussy gaping open for all to see, I walk around to where I stowed my purse earlier that day. I reach into it and pull out the toy I ran home for earlier in the day. As the strap-on comes into view, her eyes widen. I feel my pussy dripping even more as I watch her stare at the latex dick I'm holding. I walk over to her slowly, noticing that she follows me as I move behind her. I bend over to pull it on, tightening the straps and settling the cock into place as she stares at me in fear. It juts out from me, a touch obscene and highly erotic. I watch as she licks her lips slowly, unable to look away. I reach down and stroke it slowly for my avid audience. There is fear in her eyes as I step closer to her, still stroking my dick. I let go of the cock and it hits her softly on the ass making her shudder again and pull away. I slap her ass lightly, grabbing hold of her hips firmly. "Don't even think of denying me Natalie." I pull her back against me, letting her feel the reality of the dick against her; she shudders but does not resist. I smile as I reach out to touch her ass, letting my hands slide over the smooth skin of it. She cries out, her hips jerking as she tries to stay still. I have to fight the urge to simply bury my cock deep inside her and begin fucking her brains out. I want to feel her shudder and surge against me as she cums, knowing that its my cock buried inside her that's brought her to that point. But she's never done this before and despite my desire to subjugate her to my will, I do not wish to truly hurt her. I want her to enjoy this as much as I will. I move closer slightly, letting her get used to the sensation of my dick pressed against her. And as she sighs, I let my hand fall between her legs, to her very eager pussy. I begin teasing her, sliding my fingers along her cleft, coming so close to her clit but avoiding it. She whimpers, bucking her hips against me, trying desperately to get me to touch her where she needs it most. But I continue to stroke her, teasing her. I slide my fingers down, towards her opening and there I tease her again, pressing into her hole then withdrawing. She cries in disappointment every time I withdraw without truly entering her. Finally I let a finger slide inside her, slowly, teasingly until my knuckles brush against her pussy. Then I draw my finger out just as slowly, feeling her walls clench around me as I withdraw. I continue to slowly finger fuck her for several moments, listening to her cries and moans, music to my ears before adding a second finger, stretching her, preparing her for the fucking to come. I want her ready; I want nothing to interfere with the fucking I plan on giving her. By the time I feel she's ready, she's near the edge, so close to cumming that I fear even brushing her clit as I withdraw and inadvertently giving her the orgasm I want to give her with my cock. I lean over her, pressing my breasts into her back as I speak into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you now Natalie. I simply can't wait to get my cock inside that wet wet pussy. I promise to go slow so just relax and let me fuck you. And don't worry, I'll make you love it." I grab the base of my cock, rubbing the head of it through her folds, using my thumb to find the entrance to her cunt. She shudders as I press the cock head into her, its girth slowly stretching her, forcing her pussy to open up around it. She is tense, I can feel it, afraid that it will hurt. So I reach around her and place two of my fingers on her clit, rubbing it lightly as I keep pressing forward. Despite my earlier command, she moves away from me, panting softly as I simply follow her. Soon she has no where left to go, I have her pinned to the desk and I keep pressing against her. Then her pussy give slightly and the head of my cock is buried inside her. I moan slightly at the sight, rubbing her clit harder as she whimpers at the strange new sensation. I want so much to simply start pumping against her but she is not ready for that just yet; first I did need to get the rest of my cock inside her. I flex my hips, feeling my pussy clench as slowly, so very slowly my cock begins to disappear inside her. Then I feel it. Despite the wetness of her pussy, my cock stops moving; I've hit her hymen. I pull back slightly, giving her clit a pinch as I surge forward and through it, my pelvis coming to rest on her ass as my cock bottoms out in her. She jerks, crying out sharply. She tries to get away but she is pinned against my desk and has no where to go. I stay still, still teasing her clit and placing lingering kisses on every inch of skin I can reach. The hunger comes back quickly and soon she is moving slowly back against me, the need to cum rising again. I flex my hips, pulling back slowly and she moans at the loss of my fullness. But then her breath catches as I surge forward again, filling her pussy once more. I envy that cock for a moment wishing I could truly feel what it is like to be inside her. But the erotic sight of her bent over my desk, her legs spread wide while I fuck her more than makes up for it. I lean over her, thrusting easily as her pussy adjusts rapidly to the invader. "Do you like the feel of my cock inside you?" She nods wordlessly. "Are you going to cum on my cock?" Again that wordless nod. I smile as I continue my slow assault on her eager pussy. She is pushing back against me now, and I pick up speed. She is so ready, panting and writhing underneath me. I know the next time I fuck her, I am going to be sure to watch her face when I do it. I feel my pussy begin to clamor for attention; despite my earlier earth shattering orgasm, I am still horny as hell and ready for an orgasm. So I slide nearly all of the way out of her, holding myself still as she whimpers at the loss. "Good cause now I'm really going to fuck you." And with that I slide back into her, my cock thrusting into her hard, fast and deep. She cries out loud, shaking on the desk as I continue to slam into her from behind. I release her clit to grab her hips and pull her back against me. "Touch yourself, make yourself cum on my cock." I pant and feel her do as I asked. The strap between my legs slides back and forth rapidly as I fuck this eager young girl on my desk and I know that I am going to cum any second. I lean over her again, fucking her harder and harder. "I need you to cum for me Natalie. Cum for me, cum all over my cock." I feel her shudder beneath me, her cries rising in volume as she cums for me. Seconds later, I bury my cock inside her as the strap between my legs brings me to my own much needed orgasm. I scream as I cum, holding myself there buried inside her. When it is finished I collapse across her back, pinning her to the desk, my dick still deep inside her pussy. The Principal As a middle school principal, I'd rather be single. There are a lot of hot mothers waiting to be fucked out there so that might be wishful thinking but then being married might not be an obstacle. At the age of 48, I'd rather be 38 but then we need to make the best of our station in life and that's what I did. There are mothers then there are Yummy Mummys and MILFs. In my mind, there is an important distinction between the two. Both are sexually attractive, many with succulent bodies. The Yummy Mummy is a touch more reserved while the MILF makes no secret that they want to be fucked and fucked early and often. This does not mean that Yummy Mummys don't like fucking but they advertise the fact with a little more subtlety. In our school, that could be because most Yummy Mummys are thirty or younger while MILF's are mostly over 30. Anyway, that's what I see when mothers come to my office to volunteer, ask favors or more often, complain. Mrs. Eris is a Yummy Mummy that asked for special favors. Her son, Paul Eris, is in Miss Holland's fifth grade. Miss Holland is an excellent teacher but a no nonsense lady that favors hard work and discipline. Mrs. Eris and her son are free spirits so it didn't take long before she was in my office asking for a teacher change. We had met at a PTO meeting two weeks earlier so I quickly recognized her. You don't forget a body like Mrs. Eris'. Mrs. Eris came into my office on a perfectly fine fall day showing more than the usual display of cleavage surrounded by two ample tits. Two pointy nipples poking through her white lacy blouse suggested she wore no bra. Her skirt was on the short side making her slender legs appear to be half of her statuesque body. As she crossed her long legs on the chair in front of my desk, she showed me a generous view of her thighs, just short of exposing her private place, reminding me of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. "What can I do for you this afternoon, Mrs. Eris," I so eloquently asked trying not to stare. "Oh, please call me Erica." "Fine, Erica, if you call me Tom," That was me trying to be friendly and put her at ease. Pulling back a wisp of her long blond hair from a petite face, she said, "Well, Tom, Paul is not happy in Mrs. Holland's room. I'd like to request a change." We talked for about a quarter of an hour as I only half listened to her story. Having been distracted by her sexuality, I was mainly thinking of how to get her back in the office. Finally I said, "Why don't we see what can be done. Can you come back next week?" "OK, but not on Thursday. My ex and I have some legal papers to finalize at the lawyer's office." "Make it on Friday then ... about four?" I suggested. "That will be fine." Turning to leave she said, "I really appreciate your help on this, Tom." So, I was puzzled. Was she flirting with me or is Erica a cock teaser in order to get her way? My fantasy was that she was seducing me looking to get laid? It was hard to tell but I was to find out on Friday. Four o'clock Friday arrived none too soon. My secretary, Jane, had left early for a dentist appointment and the teachers had fled the building for the weekend. It was only me and the janitor. At 4:05, a knock came on the office door. It was Harry, the janitor. "Come on in, Harry. What's up?" "Sir, there is a lady here to see you" "Fine. Please let her in." A moment later, Erica waltzed into my office looking like your typical soccer mom. She wore her hair tied back into a pony tail that fit nicely through the loop in the back of her baseball cap. Her t-shirt fit snuggly over her lovely boobs. In black bold print over a pink heart it said, "I love Dick." The short denim shorts she wore showed off her firm round ass to complete a perfectly sensual ensemble. In a word, she was HOT. "Hello Mrs. Eris! Good to see you again." "Erica, remember?" she scolded me. "How are you Tom?" "I'm fine Erica but I'm totally spent. It's been a long week." My tie sat on the desk with a few top buttons on my shirt undone. I must have looked pretty rough. "Looks like you need a drink," she said with a hint of a wink. "Yeah, any ideas? I replied with a chuckle. Wait," I said. "I gotta tell you right off that we've got some bad news about getting Paul in another classroom." "Well, Tom, I was afraid of that. Can we go somewhere and talk about this? My house is only six blocks from here and I'll fix you a drink. Do you drink martinis?" "Sounds really good about now!" "Yeah, I need a good stiff one too," she purred. "Look, I'll meet you there in a half hour if you give me your address." Erica wrote down "1345 W. Payton Place." I looked at her with a smile and said, "You're pullin' my leg, right?" "A lot of people think it's a joke but somebody decided to spice up the neighborhood when they named our street. There are only three houses on our block and we all laugh about it." "OK, I'll see ya there. I need to close up the office and tell Harry I'm outta here." "See ya in a few," and off she went. Once in Erica's house, I looked around to find her son Paul. Erica was in the kitchen fixing drinks so I poked my head in the kitchen door and asked, "Where's Paul?" "He's with his dad. Paul is with his dad this weekend." Holding two dry martinis, she handed me one and chirped, "Bottoms up!" That first sip was delicious. Erica motioned for me to join her on the sofa. "Could we talk about getting Paul another teacher?" she suggested. "Let me relax a minute and enjoy this wonderful drink, OK? Hey, that's quite a t-shirt!" Laughing with a twinkle in her eye she explained, "My ex's name is Richard and some friends bought it for me as a joke." By the time I had finished my first drink, I felt a wonderful buzz coming over me with blood rushing to my head. I'm not really much of a drinker. "Time for a second?" she offered. "Sure, let's live it up!" She was back with two more martinis and sat surprisingly close to me when handing me the glass. I could feel her ass touching mine and her perfume was intoxicating. "Ooops! I'm so sorry," as I bumped her hand spilling the martini all over her front. Now it was like wet t-shirt day and her perky nipples stood out like two juicy strawberries straining to pop through the fabric. I felt a second rush of blood race to my head in excitement. "You did that on purpose, didn't you Tom? That's OK. I love it when you blush." At that moment, she did something totally unexpected and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. That's when I lost it! I grabbed her head locking our tongues in a deeply passionate kiss. She responded with all the emotions of a woman that hadn't had romance in a very long time. "God Tom, I needed that. I haven't gotten laid in over six months and badly need a man. I was so damn horny when I saw you last week in the office and today just didn't come fast enough. I just hoped you felt the same." "Erica, I'm hungry for a good fuck if you are?" At that point she gently placed her delicate fingers between my legs as if to check if I was telling the truth." I kept thinking how fortunate that I had shaved my balls and cock the night before in hopes of getting lucky. "Feels good, hard and ready, Tom," as she unzipped my pants while I unbuckled myself. Pulling down my pants, she could see my rock hard cock bulging through my shorts. "We need to do something about that, Tom," she said slyly. Erica helped me out of my shorts. My cock sprang out like a jack-in-the-box and stood at full attention as if to say, "Be my guest!" Just as Erica went down on me, I slipped her t-shirt over her head revealing a perfectly matched pair. They were what every man dreams about in a woman's perfectly shaped body, firm and round with erect nipples looking to be suckled. Once her lips touched the head of my straining cock, I let out an appreciative groan. I was more than good, hard and ready. Her hand gently encircled my fat cock while she began to lick the pre-cum that was slowly oozing out of its tiny eye. I heard Erica's voice murmur, "yummy" while stroking my long pulsing cock like she was one of those eight maidens a-milking. She looked up straight into my eyes to say, "I just love the taste of cum. Can you fill my mouth with your creamy semen?" I could only nod my head as I spread my legs wider so that she would have full access to my hard joystick.. The thickness of my cock stretched her lips but she was able to take me to the back of her throat while tenderly messaging my recently shaved balls. I reached down to take hold of her tits, pinching and pulling them until they looked like thimbles jutting out from her amply endowed breasts. Erica's rhythm quickened encouraging me to spill my load into that soft hot mouth. The martinis had taken effect so although I was terribly horny and overly turned on, I could hold my ejaculation for few minutes longer as Erica took such loving care of my manhood. As she heard my guttural animalistic sounds, Erica began sucking and humming just before I exploded once, twice, three times ...then a little delay, followed by two more shots. Erica was not kidding. She loved cum. She let it linger in her mouth then used her fingers to put the white liquid that seeped over her lips back into her mouth. After a swallowing every last drop, she smiled at me and said, "Yum! Tom, that was so delicious! Now I want you to fuck me in my bedroom." I left my clothes in the living room as we both headed for the bedroom. She had brought me to a fever pitch that I had never experienced before! The temptation to grab her tits was overwhelming as I walked behind her. I had to have them in my hands. Wrapping my arms around her gorgeous body, I held her tightly squeezing both of those marvelous jugs while pinching her erect nipples. "I love that," she cried. Before even getting into the bedroom she pulled down her shorts and panties and bent over as if to touch her toes. "Spank me, spank me," she begged. "I've been a very bad girl. Make my ass rosy." A guy does what a guy has to do and that is doing what a woman asks. A few healthy thwacks were all she needed while I got a great view of a very swollen and inviting pussy. "Oh Tom, I need your cock in me. Fuck me good and hard!" Erica was in heat and ready for a good reaming! The bedroom was bright although the shades were drawn. The light came from skylights above. Her bed was a king and the covers were drawn as if she had prepared for us to be together on her lavender silk sheets. She looked so very lovely nude. Erica slipped into bed lying on her back, slowly opening her long sensuous legs. I could now see she had clean shaven her pussy that looked so inviting. "Eat me out, Tom. You can be my sex slave for a little while before you fill my pussy with your cum." My cock was still recovering from the blow job on the living room sofa so licking her cunt was just fine with me. Cunt juices act like an aphrodisiac for me. Her pussy was already wet and the sweet smell of her sex started my dick to harden again. She spread her legs far apart so I had easy access to her pussy. I placed my lips just above her clit. First kissing her flat belly, I then moved to her inner thighs as she squirmed begging me to lick her pussy. Teasing her a bit with my tongue, I ran it the full length of her swollen slit and then back up to reach her clit. Pulling aside her pussy lips, I found her pink love button straining to meet my tongue. All the time she kept moaning and twisting as I licked her clitty. Her gyrating hips made it hard to keep my lips around her enlarged organ. Once I had started serious sucking on her little knob, she seemed to fall into a dreamlike state. She put both legs over my shoulders closing her eyes as I left her clit to caress her pussy lips. I spread her pussy lips further apart to explore her inner secrets with my tongue. Erica was on the edge of an explosive climax being fucked by my tongue. "God that feels good. Finger fuck my pussy. I'm getting ready to cum. Do it, do it," she demanded. One finger is good but two is better as I let them slide in and out of her drenched love box. "Harder, harder," Erica pleaded until she had the long awaited release she had so badly needed. I could see her tummy muscles contract over and over again as if she was trying to expel all of the wetness inside her vagina. Seeing her juices trickle down toward her ass, a distinctive slurping sound was evident as I licked her clean. After she began breathing normally again, she whispered, "That was great Tom. Your fingers and lips and tongue felt so good and I loved those sexy sounds of you licking me. Are you ready to fuck me and fuck me good?" I had regained my strength or at least my prick had regained its fullness so indeed I was ready to exchange our bodily fluids.. We didn't need a lot of foreplay. Following a few moments of passionate kissing and romantic hugging, she took hold of my cock to feel its strength. She stroked me as I rubbed her clit. Quickly I mounted her and slammed my hard meat into Erica's tight slippery hole. Our bodies pressed together with continued urgency. Two sweaty bodies became one. Each powerful stroke followed another. Erica's long legs were spread far apart and high in the air. Her squeals and cries of passion told me I had found her g-spot. She wanted even more. Erica couldn't stop yelling, "Harder, Tom, harder," while I pounded like a jack hammer into her pussy. Suddenly she whispered in a hoarse voice, "I want to be on top. I like it best when I'm on top." We reversed positions with me on my back and Erica straddling my hips, then fitting my plump pole into her already dripping pussy. I loved seeing her tits bounce as she rode me cowgirl. Again I slapped her ass giving her added enthusiasm for the ride. After some serious rodeo action, she turned and rode reverse. I could see my cock slip and slide easily in and out of her well lubricated snatch until she turned again, facing me saying, "I'm ready, Tom. I'm cumming, cumming, ooooh ... it's good, it's good, it's sooooo good!" I returned her cries with sounds of my own. Like a dam bursting, Erica and I exploded together with a gusher-like force! Her orgasm mixed with my cum combined for a river of fluid sloshing around inside her love tunnel. "Tom, I want you to taste your delicious cum," as she crawled to sit on my face. Placing her pink puffy cunt over my lips, she began squeezing her kegels forcing out gobs of cum onto my tongue and into my mouth. The slimy salty drink was new to me but a wonderful erotic adventure. Just as it appeared there were no more juices to drink, Erica begged to have my tongue inside her slit again. I obliged sticking my tongue deep in her cunt but she was not through and had one little trick in mind. Erica turned and gave me a deep kiss saying, "I wanted a little taste of the leftovers!" We both were exhausted. Apparently I dozed off because the next thing I heard was voices. Seeing no one, I looked up at the bedroom TV to see two guys fucking a blond. It looked like one of those homemade cam things you see on the Internet. I smelled Erica's sex as she sat on the bed next me. "Do you like the video?" she inquired. "Yes, it's interesting," I replied. "She looks a little bit like you." "It is me!" she said with a chuckle. "How come? I mean what got you into doing a porn video?" "It's a long story." she said. "Richard and I were at a party one night and we all had lots to drink. I got a little drunk and started flirting with Richard's golf buddy, Doug. The next thing I knew, the three of us were in the car driving home. We had a few more drinks and the guys dared me to do a strip. I had always fantasized about stripping for men but never got the nerve to do it. It sounded like harmless fun so I slowly removed my clothes teasing both Richard and Doug as I went along. Finally I was down to my thong and did some lap dancing for the guys. I could tell that Doug had an enormous cock because I could feel it rubbing against my ass while he cupped my breasts. You can probably tell what happened next. Doug reached into my wet thong and started to finger fuck me and Richard came over and slipped them to the floor. I was totally nude. It really wasn't in the plan but I got so excited, I really didn't mind. They picked me up and brought me to this bed. By the time I realized what they had in mind, both had their cocks in my face. Richard had taken out our camcorder and started filming as Doug stuck his dick in my mouth. I wasn't in a position to object and anyway, Doug's erection was the thickest and longest I'd ever seen. I just felt like a movie star! I just kinda got into it at that point. Doug took the camera as Richard gave me head and when I was all wet, he fucked me as Doug videoed. They switched again with Richard taping and Doug and me fucking. You can see the best part on the TV now." I looked up at the screen watching both men plunging their cocks into Erica's two holes. She sat on Richard's cock getting fucked in the ass with her tits bouncing while Doug was above boring in on her slick pussy. "I tried to do anal with Doug but he was just too big. Anyway, the cam batteries died so we couldn't film the guys cumming all over my face and tits. It really was an experience! The truth is, it was the first time I had two cocks inside me at the same time and I really loved it." By this time my sex organ was stiff. Erica noticed. She said with a sexy smile, "Looks like you're ready for another round." At that point I might have been a little too rough when pushing her down onto the bed. "Lay on your back with your head over the edge." I said rather forcefully. "I'm ready for some deep throat action." She moved to follow my directions. I added, "You got a toy or should I go get a banana?" In the dresser drawer, she pulled out a glass dildo 8 inches long. Her pleasure toy was slightly curved and beaded looking like something that obviously had given her hours of solitary joy. She handed it to me without knowing what I had in mind. With her head looking up at me and over the edge of the bed, I approached her spreading my legs so my thighs were on either side of her head. This put her head between my legs. "Lick my balls," I demanded in a gruff voice. She took hold of my stiff cock and began licking and sucking, then engulfing my smooth balls into her juicy mouth. Erica was very experienced at this. She had either seen a lot of porn flicks or had fucked a lot of guys. "Suck my cock," I instructed. As she put my engorged member into her waiting mouth, I reached between her legs and inserted the glass toy into her slippery twat. At first she was tentative about swallowing a piece of meat as large as mine but soon my cock reached the back of her throat. Pushing in harder hoping to force my cock down her throat, she began gagging, gasping for breath, so I backed out. We tried again and this time with more luck. As she began to swallow my erection, I could see her neck beginning to swell. She needed to catch her breath again so I pulled back. Little by little she was getting familiar with the deep throat feeling and she was able to take me all the way down with only my balls hanging over her face. Meanwhile, I kept working her toy, slipping it in and out of her pussy. Erica was salivating all over my cock and balls so it was time for one more perversion. I had her stand at the edge of the bed bending over with her tits touching the silk sheets hoping to enter her asshole from the rear. As she bent over spreading her legs, I could see the glass toy still plugging her glory hole. First, a few of firm spanks on her ass cheeks to give them heat. She then accommodated me by spreading those rosy cheeks and held them apart so I could easily find the target. The head of my penis was still dripping from saliva as it began penetrating her tight round hole. Inch by solid inch my cock entered her secret passage way. The feeling of hardness from the glass in her neighboring tunnel was sensational Eventually I had worked my way all the way into her tiny ass moving slowly at first but then with a much more rapid motion. She squealed with delight as I rammed her without mercy while she took hold of her toy to pleasure herself. It seemed she was being fucked by two guys, just like in her video. Just as I was about to unload my spunk into her butt hole, I grabbed her tits and held them tightly while I emptied my creamy liquid deep inside her rectum. At that point she let out a blood curdling scream that made me think she was in pain but in fact, she had just finished another gigantic orgasm. The Principal Erica gave me a kiss as I said, "Time to go. This has been the best parent conference I've ever had." "Me too!" she replied. It was dark now and I stumbled back into the living room to find my clothes. Reluctantly, I left Erica to go home to my wife. Once I was dressed, she yelled, "We still need to talk about Paul's teacher." "Yes," I answered. "How about next Friday?" The Principal I'd just received the latest guidelines for punishment for the animals in my school. The children are fine. They don't need more than a firm word and a decent guideline. The animals are something else again. Unfortunately, bureaucrats consider the animals to be children. They wouldn't if they had to try and teach them. This is not to say that the animals aren't smart. They know what punishments are and are not allowed, probably before I do. These newest guidelines are the best yet. No corporal punishment as spanking teaches the children that violence is acceptable. No detention after school, as the education board doesn't want to pay overtime for the teacher who has to stay behind to supervise. No suspension as it's every child's right to attend school. Ditto for expulsion. No passing your problems on to another school. (Mind you, that last doesn't stop me suggesting to parents that their little darling might be happier at a different school. If they could find one willing to take them.) It appears that any sort of punishment that might have a positive effect is banned for one reason or another. We, as teachers, have a duty to cherish the sensitive souls under our care, not letting them be bruised by contact with the realities of life. Direct punishment is bad. Advise and guide are the new guidelines. Exactly what sort of advice is left up to us, but I suspect telling a young thug to leave school and go and join up with Somali pirates wouldn't be allowed, even if appropriate. As Principal, I'm not only supposed to follow these ridiculous rules but make sure my teachers also follow them. The result of this is that when a teacher gets a problem that they should be able to handle by giving some young brute a clip across the ears, they find themselves powerless, and pass the problem onto me. Quite frankly, I have had it with these absurd limitations. Any bureaucrat who wants to write rules regarding what teachers should do ought to be made to spend a month in the classroom. Right now I had a real nice problem on my hands and I was seething. I'd had two young ladies dumped on me, and I'm using the term ladies very loosely. These two young sweethearts had been fighting. I don't know what about and, quite frankly, I didn't care. By the way, when I say fighting, I don't mean that they'd been calling each other nasty names or passing rude notes. It wasn't even a classical case of hair pulling. These two had got right down to it, with a hard punching, scratching, battle. Sandy had a black eye and Heather had some nasty scratches on her arm. Also their clothes were wet, or at least the top halves were. The teacher who broke up the fight knew better than to try to grab them and drag them apart. She'd turned a hose on them. Interesting after effect of the hosing was a pair of damp blouses that showed off very lacy bras which I was quite sure were not school authorised. The dress committee was rather old fashioned about the girl's uniforms, and that extended to their underwear. The teacher had dragged them off to sick bay so that their injuries could be treated and then palmed them off onto me for punishment. Strictly speaking, the girls should have been handed over to the Head-Mistress but someone had tipped her off and she left early. My problem by default. So here I was, staying back after school, trying to deal with this problem, when I would much rather be at the golf course. "You do know that we're not supposed to be kept after final bell," chirped Sandy. "It's in the new rules." "That's right." Heather was now willing to back-up her opponent. I looked at them and smiled. "Shut the fuck up," I said. "I'll let you know when you can speak." "You can't swear at us." That gem came from a highly indignant Heather. "I didn't. It must have been your imagination. And I thought I just told you to shut the fuck up." This time they got the message and shut up. I opened the folder in front of me. I didn't need to. I'd already read all the information pertaining to this pair of vixens. "According to this you're both hovering on the edge of failing. One note here, from an unidentified teacher, says you're both smart enough to know how dumb you can get away with. Someone else has noted that you tend to work together to terrorize other students. Natural bitches, preying on the weak, it says. There are a few other unsigned remarks, but they're not as flattering." "They're not supposed to put things like that on our records," said Sandy. "That's right." Heather chipped in her two bits worth. "Shut up," I said. "I haven't finished." "Now I'll admit that comments like these aren't supposed to go on your official record but you can take heart. This particular folder is your unofficial record and doesn't really exist. I see that you're both eighteen. How come you're still at school?" "We haven't graduated yet," pointed out Heather. "We'll never get a decent job if we don't graduate." "According to this," I said, tapping the folder, "you're both already qualified for the sort of job you'll probably be doing. Mind you, that's one suggestion that will most certainly not be making it to your official record. It also says you normally work as a team. How come you got into a fight? No, don't tell me. I don't really want to know." "Interesting. Someone has pointed out that the only rules you haven't broken are probably the ones you don't know. Or you've broken them and not got caught. You do seem to chalk up a large number of infractions." "It's not always our fault," protested Heather. "We just don't know all the rules. We lost our rule books. We obey the rules when we know what they are." "Uh-huh. And you couldn't find any extra copies of the rule book to replace your lost ones. I could have sworn there was a stack of them in the office, available free of charge." "We do obey the rules if we're reminded," said Sandy virtuously. "Really? Does that include the no fighting rule?" Sandy gave me an irritated look but wisely said nothing. I gave her an evil smile and she suddenly looked most uncomfortable. "What about the dress code rules? Do you follow them?" I asked gently. "Of course," Sandy replied, feeling more confident. "You can see for yourself that we're in proper uniform." "What I can see is that your blouses are still damp and slightly transparent and the bras showing through are non-regulation." I could see why they were normally friends. Their minds seemed to work on the same wavelength. The two girls looked at each other, then Heather nodded and the both pulled their blouses loose and reach up for their bras. It was quite erotic watching them wriggle out of them without showing any skin. Perhaps they just weren't really aware of how very see-through their blouses currently were. I could see their nipples quite distinctly. Seeing they weren't looking at each other they hadn't noticed yet. "Satisfied?" asked Sandy smugly as the girls dropped their bras onto my desk. I looked her in the eye then deliberately dropped my gaze to look at her breasts. She blushed slightly and glanced down. After that she went a lot redder and folded her arms in front of her. Heather, watching her, also looked down and then crossed her own arms, also blushing. "Don't let it worry you, ladies," I said softly, opening a drawer and dropping the bras inside. "I've seen breasts before. Although I do think you're going to find it interesting walking home like that." Both girls glared at me but I just sat there, saying nothing. It was Heather that capitulated. "May we have out bras back, please? We can't walk home like this." I took the bras out of the drawer and placed them on my desk, but left my hand on top of them. "Dare I ask if you're wearing regulation panties or would that be too embarrassing?" "If we were, would you be expecting us to take them off as well?" demanded Sandy. I spread my hands to the sides. "I would leave that with you and your desire to show me how you like to obey the rules." Sandy was furious and this made her slightly rash. She reached up and pulled down her panties and dropped them on the desk next to the bras. "Well?" she said, glaring at Heather. "Our skirts aren't wet and see-through." Heather glared right back, shrugged and took of her panties, dropping them alongside Sandy's. "Satisfied?" Sandy demanded. "Not really," I said. "You aren't here because you're wearing the wrong underwear and I couldn't care less about it. Your form teacher is quite capable of advising you about that sort of thing. You're here because you were brawling in the school yard and I have to come up with a punishment according to the new guidelines." I looked pointedly at Sandy's back eye. "Then why did we have to take off our non-regulation underwear?" protested Heather. "You didn't," I said calmly, letting my amusement show through. "I didn't ask you to. For some reason you chose to do so. Silly thing to do in my opinion." Both young ladies were now giving me the evil eye. "All you can do is give us lines or put us on yard duty during our lunch breaks," stated Sandy quite firmly. "All other punishments have been explicitly ruled out. I love reforming bureaucrats." "They have been pretty explicit with ruling things out. There was one thing I noticed they missed. Probably on the assumption that no-one would use it." "So hit us with it," said Sandy. "We'll go along if it gets us out of here. We've got things to do. Right, Heather?" "Right," agreed Heather. "Bring it on." "I'm glad to see you're both so agreeable. Why don't the pair of you hop down on all fours right there on the mat. This will give a new meaning to being on the mat." "What?" "I'm sure you've seen the list of disallowed punishments. There's nothing to say I can't ravish the pair of you to get the message across." "You wouldn't dare," said Heather, sounding shaken. "We're virgins. You wouldn't dare take us." "Ah, Heather," I said, tapping the folder, "this is quite a comprehensive report on the pair of you. The teachers know more than you think. Do you want me to name names?" "We don't have to accept this sort of punishment," Sandy stated. "The rules say we have to agree to any punishment." "Correct. The rules also state that if a student chooses to reject the nominated punishment then he or she can be suspended from school until they agree or the complaints committee have ruled on the matter. Your choice." "We can protest?" "You can. I'll be interested in how you put that protest. It'll make a nice scandal, won't it." Heather and Sandy were looking at each other. I could practically see the thoughts running through their minds. Tell their parents that the Principal wanted to ravish them as a penalty and they'd refused. Tell their parents that they'd been fighting. Bringing their case to the school appeals board. Explain to their parents how they came to be standing in the Principals office with their underwear on his desk instead of on them. I could see the point at which they decided they'd rather get fucked. They both turned and glared at me, but they'd already yielded. "After you kneel, undo your blouses," I prompted them. "I like to hold a breast when I'm engaged with a woman." Sandy took the initiative, which didn't really surprise me. I'd already marked her as the ringleader with Heather her faithful acolyte, which made the fact that they'd got involved in a physical altercation rather odd. I suppose I was going to have to investigate that but not right now. "Ah, no, Heather," I said as she also commenced to kneel. "Why don't you kneel facing Sandy? That way you can both watch the other getting punished." It didn't take long for the pair to be down on all fours facing each other. Both of them with their blouses undone and breasts hanging down. Nice shapely breasts, I noticed. Neither of them were over-large. A couple of nice handfuls. I moved around to stand next to them, lifting their skirts up and away from their bottoms, patting those bottoms so that they became fully aware of their nudity. There is a slight difference between knowing intellectually that you aren't wearing panties and finding a man's hand stroking your bare bottom. Both young ladies gave a small gasp. "Now, ladies, it seems to me that we have a small problem. If I take Heather first, Sandy would do everything possible to weasel out of her turn. If I take Sandy first, Heather would probably be too scared to be punished. Any suggestions?" Sandy had nothing to say. Reasonable, I suppose. She knew that I was predicting her actions accurately. Heather, on the other hand, protested. "I would not be too scared. You've already pointed out that I'm not a virgin. I'm quite sure that I can handle anything you've got." "Fair enough. It looks like you're up, Sandy." I moved around and stood behind Sandy, slowly undoing my belt and dropping my trousers. Sandy was determinedly not looking at me but Heather was watching me closely. Her eyes went wide when she saw my equipment. She looked a little shocked for a moment, then she looked interested. Rather flattering I thought. I knelt down behind Sandy and stroked her pussy. My, my. The wench was hot and wet. The excitement of taking off her underwear and then talking about what was coming had obviously got her excited. I knelt behind Sandy and started brushing the head of my cock against her labia. She squirmed about a little, and I could hear her breathing get a little harsher, but she didn't say anything. I eased her lips a little apart, edging into position. I don't know why, but Sandy's whole attitude irritated me. She seemed to think that the rules didn't apply to her and she could get away with anything. Even at this stage I don't think she really expected me to take her. She must have got a hell of a shock when I drove firmly into her. I didn't make any allowances for her age or her lack of experience. I just drove fully in, hearing her shriek in shock and outrage. (When I say lack of experience I guess I was thinking that at her age she couldn't have that much, but I wouldn't have been taking any bets on it.) "You, you. . ." Sandy cried, turning to look back at me, apparently at a loss for words. I reached round and took hold of her breasts and squeezed them. "You can't expect kind and gentle when you're being punished," I said softly. "Brace yourself." Her eyes opened wide and she hurriedly turned away, not wanting to look at me. Satisfied that she knew what was going to happen I got to work. (Yes, it was work, not pleasure. I was punishing her, wasn't I?) I pulled back and drove in again. No gentle working up, just a whole-hearted approach to ravishing her. Sandy was gasping and squealing and her hips were working overtime, frantically bobbing up and down as she tried her best to keep up with me. I have to admit her best was very good. So good that I upgraded my estimate of the amount of experience she'd had. Accordingly, I drove in even harder, really giving her a service. Heather, you will remember, was watching this little effort. I spared a moment to glance at her and she was watching us avidly, a look of pure lust on her face. She saw me looking at her and blushed, but didn't try to look away. I winked at her and carried on punishing Sandy. I pounded Sandy hard. My hands, clamped around her breasts, were helping hold her in position. If it wasn't for that I would probably have been driving her around the office, courtesy of the cock express. She was still giving voice, a series of wows, and aah, and god help me, sounded almost constantly. Not that they were complaints, mind you. She actually seemed to be enjoying her punishment. Funny creatures, women. After a while her vocal cries just degenerated to hoarse guttural cries being torn from her throat every time I plunged into her. These started getting louder and higher pitched, and suddenly she shrieked and started shuddering, a climax raging through her. I didn't climax. I managed to control myself. After all, I had additional punishment to deal out. I pulled back, disengaging. I focused my gaze on Heather as I slowly rose and walked towards her. Her gaze was firmly fixed on my erection, a look of expectancy on her face. Expectancy? Maybe I should say she had a look of avid lust. She tracked me as I walked around behind her, not turning away until I flicked a hand at her, indicating that she should. Then she turned away and crouched there, her whole body almost vibrating with eagerness. It actually occurred to me that I could probably deal her a sterner punishment by not ravishing her. Trouble was, that would also be punishing me, and I wasn't into self-flagellation. I settled down behind her, lightly stroking her pussy. It was as I expected. As soon as I touched her lips they tried to swallow me. She was burning with need. I idly considered being gentle and loving, entering her slowly while gently stroking her breasts. Wasn't going to happen. I didn't even bother to carefully position myself. I just lined up, placed my hands on her hips to hold her still and drove in hard and fast, and she climaxed. I kid you not. My cock started driving in to her hot, slippery, passage and she literally thrust herself back against me, impaling herself, then climaxing. She shrieked and shuddered, totally overcome by what was happening. All I could do was ride it out. I held her while she shuddered, my hands going around her to hold her breasts. I stroked them gently while waiting for her to come out of it. Not too surprisingly, Sandy recovered from her out-time first. She looked startled to see that Heather was looking spaced out. "Ah, just how long was I out of things," she asked. "Just a few moments," I said casually. "Then what's with Heather? You haven't had time to take her yet, have you?" "I haven't, but I'm such a dynamic lover that I gave her a climax entering her." "You're kidding?" she said, with an insulting inflexion of disbelief. "Oddly enough, that's what I thought when it happened," I admitted. "I'm now just waiting for her to snap out of it so I can finish delivering her punishment." "Some punishment," Sandy muttered. "I think next time I'll indicate a willingness to go with a spanking." "And I'll be happy to deliver it," I told her. "It will be a handy bit of foreplay, if there is a next time." "Can I get up and get dressed now?" "If you want to, but wouldn't you rather stay there and watch Heather get taken?" "I'm not a voyeur," she said primly. "Still, I suppose I should. After all, she was watching me." Ah, yes. I'm not a voyeur, but I'll watch Heather get fucked. We waited a little longer and finally Heather shook her head slightly, apparently to clear it. I gave her a little nudge to remind her of what was about to happen. She gasped, and turned to look at me. While she was watching I smiled and started slowly pulling back. Her eyes widened and she turned to look at Sandy, her whole body tense. I drove in hard and she gave a little squeak, her bottom lifting as she promptly pushed back to meet me. I took her hard and fast and she responded with great enthusiasm. Sandy had responded and enjoyed what happened, but Heather was doing her best to rape me, demanding everything I could give her. My god, I've met some enthusiastic partners, but she took the prize. I was fortunate that I'd had that earlier session with Sandy. It meant that I was hot and ready to trot, needing to trot really, to bring relief. Heather, probably courtesy of her eagerness and that initial climax, was not only ready, but also in a state of high excitement. I drove into her as hard as I could, as fast as I could, roughly massaging her breasts while I did so. She was gasping and yelling, demanding more, more, harder, faster, and I did my best. All I can say is god help me from nubile eighteen year olds. If there was ever another time, I'd restrict myself to a single one. These two would be the death of me. The Principal Heather's yelling rose to a pitch and I knew she was about to climax again. Fine. Let her. I was blowing my load anyway, all hope of prolonging the encounter gushing out of me in a frantic stream. Oddly enough, when Heather's climax hit her mouth closed and she rode it out silently. Good thing, too. While everyone was supposed to have left there could have been people around and the office sound-proofing may not have covered a full pitched scream. Heather just oozed down onto the floor in a limp pile while I disengaged and stood up, straightening my clothing. Sandy looked thoughtfully at Heather before rising gracefully to her feet. "Tell me," she said, while reaching for her bra and panties. "Did I react anything like that when you were fucking me?" "Excuse me, I wasn't fucking you. Teachers are not allowed to fuck the students. I was chastising you in a way not disallowed by the rules." "Oh, I'm sorry. I can't think how I made such a mistake. Did I react like that when you chastised me?" "Similar, but different," I told her. "If you really want to know what you look like when being chastised you should arrange to have a camera handy." "A home video of myself? I couldn't," she gasped, but I could see she was already speculating on the idea. She turned and shook Heather. "Come on," she snapped. "We have to get moving. Get yourself together." Heather moaned but climbed to her feet and reached for her own undies. "I trust that I won't have any more instances of the pair of you fighting?" They looked at each other and shrugged. "Nah," drawled Sandy. "We'll sort something out. We'll be on our best behaviour. You'll see." Yes. And I'd probably see fairies at the bottom of my garden. I watched the two young ladies leave and they were moving along with a real bounce to their gait. Something seemed to have energised them. Me, I was happy to just sit at my desk and breathe. The Principal & Her Princess I was sitting in the office at school waiting for my mom. This tiny blond girl came over to me. "I know who you are," she said excitedly. I'd never seen her before. "How do you know me?" Your picture is at the principal's house. It's on the piano." She's definitely been in my house. Mom never mentioned having invited a parent over. She never mixes business with her home life. I decided to question the girl further. "Your mommy and daddy came to my house?" "I don't have a daddy anymore. But I have a mommy. She took me." "What do you do at my house," I questioned. "Miss Sarah gives me milk and cookies and takes me to the park. Sometimes we go shopping. I like Ms. Sarah." Sarah's never said a word either. Why on earth would she take this little girl shopping? "What does your mommy do at my house?" "She goes to the principal's office," she giggled. "Just like at school." "What is your name? Why are you in at the principal's office today?" "My name is Jill. My mommy called the principal because she will be late. I have to stay with her until she picks me up." I was totally puzzled. Why is Mom personally watching this little girl? Why would Mom bring a parent and her child to our house when she had a perfectly good office at school? Her private office was next door to her upstairs bedroom. I decided then to keep closer tabs on her. Dad bought season tickets for the local college football games. We'd gone to a few before Mom began getting headaches right before it was time to leave. She begged out of this one, too. I told Dad I would come in my own car because I had some errands after the game. I could see our house from my friend Kate's bedroom window. I didn't let on to her what I was doing as I watched my house. When a cab pulled up, I got suspicious. Mom never said she was expecting anyone. Out stepped this blond woman carrying a large tote bag. The cab driver walked to the door and collected his fare from Mom. I stayed at Kate's for half an hour waiting for her to leave so that I could join Dad. While I was there all sorts of things ran through my mind. Mom broke weekend plans with us like today and she was always coming home late from work. Was Mom actually doing things with a woman? What about Dad and me? The blond didn't come out. On a Saturday when we planned to see an old double feature and have dinner out, Mom said she had cramps and just wanted to spend the afternoon courting a heating pad. While she was downstairs, I put my voice-activated tape recorder under her bed. I had a feeling the blond lady would be coming by for a visit. That night I sneaked into my parent's bedroom and retrieved my recorder. I would definitely know if Mom was fucking that lady. After midnight, I rewound the tape, put on my headphones and prepared to listen. "I thought you'd never get here," Mom said breathlessly. "You know how bad I need my weekend pussy. I had to lie to my family again. Emily's going to hate me. God, I'm so hot. I need to screw you right now. Hurry and get those clothes off. And take down you hair." Mom was begging for it. "Have you been a good girl?" said the blond, teasingly. "Only good girls can ride this big pussy." "I've been a fucking angel. Now give me some," Mom crooned. She must have crawled on top of her. "Oh, yes, yes. That's what I'm talking about. Your pussy is so hot and big and wet and..." She must be kissing her now since the talking stopped. I heard faint moans of pleasure. "I love how your pussy feels on mine." That was Mom's voice. I turned off the recorder. I knew what Mom was doing. She was fucking. I could visualize her fit body digging into the blond. Their breasts would be pressed together, their tongues searching. They were humping and screaming and kissing as they sought orgasm. One day I would listen to the rest of the tape, but not now. Mom was fucking a woman. I wonder if it was in our genes. Even though I've deen dating for three years, I still like to look at naked girls in the showers at school—-water beading and cascading over their perfect young bodies. Bodies just like my own. I find pictures of naked women on the internet late at night. Watching makes my pussy clench and my nipples rock hard. I can cum easily at night with my finger on my clit thinking about one of them. Mom went on sudden leave for six weeks. She devoted her time to Dad and me. I suspected she gave up the woman. There was sadness in her eyes that only I saw. Then I began looking at her as a woman who'd fucked another woman and not just my mom. She was strong, beautiful and sexy. Men at the club congratulated Dad while ogling Mom. Women flocked to her instead of hating her. When Dad wasn't home, I'd wear practically no clothes around her. I saw her glancing at my 18-year old body that was as developed as a woman's can be. Now that turned me on. Did she ever think about fucking with me? In my bedroom, the faceless girls that I fucked in my mind became my beautiful mother. I would cum so hard thinking about her. I eventually played the rest of the tape. They liked to talk about what they were doing, how it looked, what it felt like, how it smelled, how it tasted. I heard Mom growl in agony and ecstasy as the woman slapped her cheeks and fucked her in the ass for the first time. The woman moaned deeply as she encouraged Mom to fuck her breasts with her pussy. It was all so sensuous and erotic. One Saturday morning when Dad was golfing and Mom was sleeping in, I went into their bedroom in heat. I was wearing this black slip that I like to sleep in and no panties. I crawled into bed with my naked mom. "Princess, what is it?" Mom said sleepily. "Is everything alright?" "Sure, Mom. I just wanted to be close to you." "Sweetheart, Mommy is a little naked. Don't you want to wait until I'm dressed?" "No Mom. Stay just as you are. I want to put my pussy on yours and fuck you like you did that blond woman." I got on my knees and pulled up my slip. "See, Mom, I'm wet from thinking about it. Please Mom, let me do it. I'm going crazy with wanting you." I straddled her. "You know about her, princess? I'm so sorry." "I heard you on tape, Mom. You fucked that woman and you enjoyed it. I just want you to do it with me. I am so hot for it. Please, Mom, please put my pussy in your mouth. I think I'll die if you don't." My own daughter has been flaunting herself in front of me for weeks. I admit fucking her crossed my mind, but I never intended to act on it. But how can I deny her pleas? She's begging me to fuck her. I haven't seen her pussy in years, but here it was looming before me, all pretty, wet and pink, waiting for her mommy's tongue. It's been weeks since I fucked Mrs. White, so I seized the moment. "I had no idea you felt this way. Come, princess, let me help you." I held my slip up around my waist with one hand and held the headboard with the other. I lowered my pussy to Mom's face. She began sucking it immediately into her mouth. "Oh, Mom, that feels so good. It's just like I imagined." Her tongue found its way inside me and I rode it as Mom squeezed my ass checks. I was totally into it, going up and down on her tongue, almost smashing into her face. Mom sucked my clit until I released what seemed like buckets of girl juice which she happily licked up and swallowed. I slipped down and settled my charged, swollen pussy on my Mom's. I did all the things and said all the things that she did and said with the blond woman. It was enough to send her rocket to the moon as I screwed hard on her shaved mound. I had no idea Emily even suspected I was fucking Mrs. White. I thought I was being so careful. But here I am—busted. I'm glad it was her and not my husband who caught me. He's as straight-laced as they come. Any man who only fucked when he was on top would never understand that I had a side need for female flesh. I miss her so much, but here is my daughter, offering me what I wanted and needed. She even tasted and smelled like me. Emily's always been a daddy's girl, but now she has switched sides. My husband is pleased that I am spending more time with her. He loves it that I go into her room each night to "bond" before she goes to sleep. We can't do anything heavy, but we share deep kisses and rub each other's clits until we cum. When Dad is away on business, we sleep together in their big bed. We make love to each other all night. She pretends to be reading when I go under the covers to capture her pussy. My mom pushes me away with, `In a little while, princess. Let me finish this chapter,' but I persist and overpower her. Her book is forgotten as I fuck my tongue in her mouth, as I lavish my attention on her beautiful breasts, as I hold her legs wide while I eat her out none too gently. Mom likes to be fucked hard. Her stamina is as great as mine. All day at school I daydream about the things she does to me in the night. I race home after school so that she can fuck me before Dad comes home. Once, she put these little gold balls in my pussy before we made dinner. They moved around inside me causing some very pleasurable sensations. When I needed to cum, she ate my pussy right there on the kitchen table. I can hardly wait until tonight. I went into the city during the day while Emily was at school and purchased a nice gel dick like the one Mrs. White used on me, to take her cherry. We'd have to store it in her room. After much kissing and sucking, she begged me to please, please put my dick in her. She watched as I expertly slipped into the apparatus making adjustments. My princess was open and wet from my saliva and her own juices. Crouched above her, I slowly pushed an inch in, stroked her a bit and then backed out. I did this several times to acquaint her with its fullness. I pushed a little further and did the same. She was going crazy under me, enjoying the feeling of having her pussy penetrated and stroked. While she was writhing on the bed, I opened her in one swift stroke and lodged deeply inside her. I held still until I saw that she was alright, and then I began pumping into her with long, powerful strokes. She went insane. I knew exactly how she felt being impaled on the dick of a beautiful woman. Hard inside, soft outside. She was screwing and pushing up, pleasuring herself and me. Mom stroked in my pussy forever. It was one of the best feelings I've ever had. When my mom's dick was deep inside me, she began screwing slowly and then leaned down to me and said, `Kiss Mommy, princess' and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I simply couldn't hold back anymore. It felt as if every part of me was cumming. My head buzzed, my feet and legs tingled, my pussy clenched, my arms tightened around Mom, my heart raced out of control. One orgasm after another invaded my body. My virginity was gone. It was totally awesome. Even as I fucked my daughter at home, I encouraged her to continue to date her young men. I told her she could have the best of both worlds. And I did want her to have her own family some day. I secretly envied her the varied pussy she would have in her lifetime. Any girl will be lucky to have my princess fuck her. She is just that good. Emily will going off to college this year. No doubt she will find all the sex she needs in her co-ed dormitory while school is in session. But she'll have her mommy's loving on holidays and summers. The Principal and the Pauper I am head administrator of a small private school at the outskirts of a very high-end section of the county. Residents of the area pooled our resources to establish this very successful day school primarily for our children. My husband and many of the other husbands and wives make salaries in the upper five and six figures. I work for a nominal fee because the school is my pet project. I have a doctorate in education that I finally put to use. My own daughter, our princess, is now an 18 year old senior. A week before the new session began, my secretary buzzed saying that a Mrs. White wanted a conference with me. I have several Mrs. Whites in our parent files. Not caring which, I had her come in. As soon as I saw her, I knew that she was not one of us. She held her little girl, about 6, tightly by the hand. "Excuse me ma'am," she said nervously. "I need to have my daughter enrolled in your school. My Jill is a good girl. She's real smart. I just want her to have the chance at a good education." "Mrs. White, do you live in this area?" I continued before she commented. "You and your husband must be residents to send your child here." "No, I don't live here. I wish I did. I live and work next door in Peek. Just over the line. And I don't have a husband anymore." Peek is basically a poor county to say the least. She probably never had a husband either. "I'm afraid we can't accommodate you. The tuition is quite high and I doubt you could afford it even if I could make an exception," I explained to her. "Don't you have scholarships or something? My baby tested real high at her kindergarten. I know she could do well here." To show that we are not totally snooty, I keep a free slot each year at the lower grade levels for academically promising students that don't live in our community. No one except has ever inquired before her. But she still was not the type of parent we wanted. "I don't doubt that she is a good student, but..." She cut me off. She leaned over my desk. "I'll do anything to get her in. Anything at all." Her large, firm breasts heaved in her low cut tank top. I could see a small tattooed heart peeking from her cleavage. My eyes were glued to her chest. Then she stood and began to pace. Jill say quietly. Mrs. White was a little trashy, I know, but she was very pretty with her heavy blond curls piled on top of her head. Her lips were full and red-a beautiful mouth in spite of the gum she occasionally chomped on. Her waistline was tiny; her hips curvy in a straight skirt too short for a mommy. She had strong shapely calves and pretty feet in pastel sandals. All together, it was not a bad picture--for a pauper. Someone like her would probably turn our parent meetings into the Harper Valley PTA. I ended my perusal of her and got back to the matter at hand. "Again, Mrs. White, I'm sorry but..." "Wait a minute." she said frantically. She took her daughter out to my secretary and came right back in. I was getting a little annoyed at her persistence. I had to put an end to this now. "Mrs. White, please. Jill won't be..." "If I promise to eat your pussy right now, will you consider letting her in?" "What did you say?" I put my hand to my chest. "I see the way you look at me. You think I'm sexy in spite of my circumstances. I'll fuck you good so that my daughter can go here free of charge." She walked around my desk, rubbing her breasts as she moved. My eyes were glued to them. "Here. I know you want to feel them." I've always had a curiosity about the sex between two women. I know of girls that had sex in the dorms at college. I remember feeling a tingle when I saw them kissing in the hallways. Here was my chance to experiment. I could let her suck me. My husband only goes down below on rare occasions and doesn't do a very good job. Besides, who would believe her if she ever told anyone? And I may never have this opportunity again. I rose from my chair and quietly locked my office door. I picked up the phone and instructed my secretary to give Jill crayons and color sheets while her mother and I were in conference. We were not to be disturbed with outside calls. She watched as I removed my skirt and panties. My figure was as good as hers from weekend rowing and hiking. She pulled down her top and let me feel the breasts that I had ogled. It was so strange yet so wonderful to feel my hands on a woman's flesh. She instructed me to sit on my desk and spread my legs wide. She sat in my office chair and lowered it to pussy level. I know I was already wet in anticipation. Mrs. White's long tongue appeared from between her red lips. I was shaking as I felt her heat and moisture moving toward me. My own body temperature rose. My nipples hardened and strained against my bra. She began by licking me with short fast strokes. Then she switched to long, slow swipes up and down my vulva. I moaned in utter satisfaction. My pussy lips were sucked into her warm mouth. As she worked on my pussy, she held my trembling hips in place. When her long tongue found its way into me, pumping and exploring, I thought that was the best feeling I ever had. When she pulled out and sucked on my clit, I came in waves. So this was how it supposed to be done. I loved it. I sat there catching my breath. Here I was a 39-year old professional educator, mother, wife--naked from the waist down, wet from my own juices and very satisfied by the mouth of a mother whose child sat in my outer office. Mrs. White looked up at me with a wet mouth as she adjusted her top. Her lipstick had been lost in my pussy. She asked, "Is she in? Can Jill go to this school?' I needed a bit more convincing. "She's in for the time being. I'll inform my secretary that she is temporarily on scholarship. But I'll need to be in conference with you again." "Do you want me to come on Friday? I'll bring her records. I can do that," she said enthusiastically. "No, Mrs. White. I'd like you to bring them to my home office on Saturday morning. You can bring Jill if you can't get a sitter. I'll have my housekeeper take her to the park while we talk about the admission." Her faced now showed that she got the message. She had to fuck me just a little more to assure Jill's full acceptance. Luckily, my husband and daughter each had out of town weekend plans. As the principal read through scholarship information, I recalled my first lesbian sex. It was with Mrs. Larson. I was a senior, barely 18. She was the mother of my best friend and lived next door. When her daughter was away for a day, she invited me over and began to feel me up. I didn't say anything. And it's not like a woman had never felt me up before. She led me into her daughter's room, pushed me to the bed, removed my panties, held my legs apart and rammed her tongue inside. I only protested a little. The more she did it, the better its felt. Soon I found myself humping against her face, seeking pleasure. She sucked on my clit as I went insane. I gladly removed the rest of my clothing so that she could have her way with me. My family never had much, so she secretly provided me money so that I could be like a normal teen and do things with my friends. She fucked me at every possible opportunity. I foolishly got married right out of high school and got pregnant right away. Of course, it didn't work out. Rand became abusive. At 19, I was divorced with a year old child. He's never paid a dime in child support. I swore off men. After moving around, I ended up in Peek county hoping for work. It is real competitive out there without much education. I went from job to job. When I was faced with female interviewers, I always supplemented my skimpy resume with the offer of a little pussy. I look fuckable. I know it and I use it. Just like I'm using it on this rich lady. Our Saturday "conference" will be a fuck fest. But I don't mind fucking her. She's a beautiful woman with a great body. I'd do anything for my little girl. But I'd better bring in the big guns. This lady will be needy and greedy. I once fucked this restaurant hostess to get a head waitress position. She was a lesbian looking for a little action away from her girlfriend. We did it at a motel at the end of town. She said while she enjoyed my tongue and fingers inside her, I would be awesome with a dick. The next time we met she brought a bag of toys for us to use. She named them the 'big guns.' She let me keep them when we parted. I've since found very good use for them. Sometimes when I'm restless at night, I fill myself with one of the dicks and recall one of the many women I've fucked. Once I cum I can go to sleep. Now where did I put that box with the little gold balls? I walked her outside and saw Mrs. White's old 1980's Honda clunker. That thing could not clutter up my driveway. It's probably leaking oil, too. I'd make sure I put something down to cover the floor just in case. I told her to drive into the garage at the back of the house when she comes on Saturday. I would close it so the neighbors wouldn't wonder about it. On Saturday I arrived on time with my little girl in tow. I was here to fuck the rich lady. What a magnificent house. I saw her speaking quietly to her housekeeper making plans for my daughter. Then two of them went off and she led me upstairs. She did have an office upstairs. I left the folder that I had been clutching on her desk. A door in the office led directly into her huge, beautiful bedroom that was full of light. I didn't know people lived like this. The principal began stripping off her clothes as soon as we entered the bedroom. When I began to do the same, she asked to do it. First she released my hair from its knot and ran her fingers through its thickness. She slowly removed the few clothes that I wore. Her hands and then her lips found my breasts. She ran her hands over my back and my ass, cupping my cheeks. At last she rubbed my pussy as she breathed heavily. I spread my legs to give her better access. She slipped a finger, then two inside my wet pussy, pumping them in and out. I took her face and forced my tongue in her mouth giving her a long, deep kiss. Her knees buckled. I led her to the bed and put her legs on my shoulders. Her pussy was inches away from my face and I took it. Licking, sucking, nipping and plunging. She encouraged me with her pleas of 'stop, don't stop.' I put a half inch of finger in the principal's anus as I sucked her button between my lips. She exploded with juice. A long moan escaped from her. I licked her juice as fast as I could because I wanted to put my tongue back inside her to feel her convulsions. I excused myself, grabbed my bag and found her bathroom. I said hello to my little friend, a blue gel dick curved slightly upward. It was seven inches long and fat. I stepped into the harness and adjusted the part that went into me. I could feel its hardness in my pussy as I walked back to her. When she saw me she gasped and smiled. She knew that I would be in her pussy soon. I straddled the principal, bent over to kiss her and slid my dick in to the hilt. I stroked her to her mantra of 'it's so good, it's so good, fuck me, fuck me, it's so good.' Her body rose with each powerful slice and pushed up to me. With a small scream in her voice, she came first. Then I lost myself in my own orgasm. When Mrs. White put her dick in me, I marveled at the hardness that pumped into my flesh and the voluptuousness of the female to which it was attached. Hard inside. Soft outside. So many kisses. It was so illicit and that turned me on even more. This had to be my best sex ever. She was sprawled on top of me, our breasts pressed together, still inside me, when I looked over at the clock. It was three hours later. Sarah and Jill would be back soon. We grabbed caps and took a quick shower together, sharing a few kisses as the water beat down on us. I considered myself to be almost pussy-whipped. We were just coming down the stairs when the housekeeper returned with Jill. She came running to me clutching a new soft toy. The housekeeper brought in many zippered bags and boxes from her car. "I had Sarah take Jill shopping while we were in conference. We want her to have a good start at her new school. Since uniforms are not included in the scholarship, I took the liberty. Do you mind?" "Heavens, no. I would only be able to buy used ones." I looked at all the nice things she bought for my daughter. There were at least three weeks of uniforms, sweaters, jackets, shoes, socks, sneakers, underwear and a very nice book bag. There were bags of school supplies for a first grader. Mrs. White and her daughter were very happy when they left my house. I was happy, too. My body had been stroked, licked, kissed, sucked and fucked. I was a very satisfied woman. She was an amazing lover. I knew I would want her again. I found the opportunity to get with her again a few weeks later when my husband and daughter went to a college football game. Sarah had been given the day off. I pleaded a headache at the last minute. She left Jill with a neighbor and came right over. I hurriedly paid the taxi driver at the door. Today I experimented with eating her pussy. It was not bad. Mrs. White instructed me verbally as I put my head between her legs and began licking her big, hairless pussy. Her orgasms as she clutched my tongue inside her assured me that I had done a good job. She pulled me on top of her and aligned our pussies. I knew instinctively what to do. Kiss and screw to orgasm. What a glorious feeling. We had more passionate trysts at my home and after hours at the school. In between, I bought her an entire wardrobe including sexy underwear, helped her get a car that was made in this century, found her a nicer apartment in this county and had a friend of mine find her a good secretarial job with benefits for her and Jill. She took care of me. I took care of her. The principal was an intense, almost insatiable lover. She even kept a small blow-up mattress in her office for when we did it at the school. I always took my collection of toys whenever I visited her because she loved to be filled. And she liked me to do her hard. I had no problem pounding my dick into her into her holes or eating her until she couldn't take any more. It gave me a lot of pleasure, too. When I gave her what she wanted, she gave me what I wanted. I ended our affair four months into the term and took a brief leave of absence after my husband and daughter came to the school to surprise me and take me out to an early dinner. I heard them laughing outside my office door. I had already opened Mrs. White's blouse and unhooked the front clasp on her new bra. I was anticipating a little pussy on pussy before I put her in a cab. The situation was handled, but I was shocked back to reality. My family could have walked in on me fucking a woman. It was best to give her up now because it would be just a matter of time before my addiction became my embarrassment. But I will never forget the taste and feel of her. She was the most sexual thing I had ever seen or had. I'll miss the principal, but there are other women out there who'd want a piece of me. I just have to keep my eyes open and my panties off. I know how to use my pussy on women to my advantage. I got everything I wanted for my little girl, didn't I? I even got lots of nice things for myself. I didn't need to have some big, sweaty guy rutting around in me. With women, I am in control. And I get to enjoy fantastic sex, too. As parting gesture, the principal enrolled Jill in a really good summer camp. .............. When Jill was eight, the dentist said that she needed primary braces. Those are very expensive even with a dental plan. I grabbed the telephone book, opened it to the yellow pages and searched for female orthodontists. It was time to put the pussy into play again. * "The Principal and her Princess" is forthcoming.