6 comments/ 41059 views/ 25 favorites Brooke Learns a Lesson By: loremstories Note: This is my first story submission, hope you enjoy. Note: While they are in high school, all characters are 18 years old. ..... Shit, shit, shit, my parents are going to fucking kill me and if I get suspended I can probably kiss my acceptance letter to Elwood College goodbye. Slowly walking down the hall behind Mrs. Thompson I felt like I was outside my own body trying come up with a reasonable excuse that would get me out of this one. Of course reasonable is a bit of a stretch when you get caught masturbating in the library. "Keep up young lady" Mrs. Thompson scowls. "You're only delaying the inevitable." What the hell have I done? I'm a good girl. I've got great grades, early acceptance into college, and I don't get into any trouble. Well no more trouble than just your normal high school mischief. If only my mom hadn't gotten up so early today. I'm always the first one awake and thought I would have plenty of time to myself after that naughty dream about Brad woke me up. The soft morning light flowed through my curtains as I slipped my hand in between my legs, caressing my aching pussy through my wet panties only to be jerked back to reality by her knock on the door. The scenes from my dream followed me everywhere I went that morning and I knew I couldn't be distracted during my my calculus test this afternoon so I skipped lunch and headed for the back of the library. I don't know how I didn't hear her coming but there I was, panties in the floor and my hand under my skirt rubbing my clit. Her voice abruptly grabs my attention "Principal Allen seems to be occupied at the moment. Take a seat and he'll see you shortly." The minutes feel like hours as I wait. I hear every tick of the clock and try not to think about the last drops of my naughty juices as they drip out pussy and stick to my skirt. Suddenly I'm jerked back to reality as the door opens. Melissa Hay quickly walks out not taking her eyes off the floor and certainly not looking my direction. What could she be doing in the office? Sure she was a bitch to the other students but to an outsider she was perfect. She was 5'8" with long blonde hair and even longer tan legs and her tits were so perfect you'd insist daddy bought them for her. But she was also little miss school spirit and floated through life without a problem in the world. All of the sudden I hear "Brooke Olson, you may come in now." And with that my heart sank. I step into Principal Allen's office and close the door behind me. As my hands tremble I try not to look directly at him and I do anything to avoid looking at the lacy white boyshorts that are in a neat little ball sitting in the middle of his desk. ..... Brooke Olson. She would fly under your radar forever, but she had that certain something about her, something you couldn't quite put your finger on, but something you couldn't resist. Quiet and reserved she had a simple brunette bob and cute glasses that tapered at her temples. She was 5'5" with a curvy little ass that made her blue and gray plaid skirt shake in all the right ways. "Take a seat Miss Olson, we've got a lot to talk about." She slowly takes a seat, trembling and looking like she is going to burst into tears. "Brooke, Brooke, Brooke what have you gotten yourself into?" He stands up and takes a seat on the edge of his desk, towering over her and getting an excellent view of her tight young body. Gazing down at the pleated skirt resting against her thighs and her small, firm tits pressing against the white shirt that is just a little too small. As his mind wanders, he questions whether or not her bra matches the lacy white panties just inches from away. "You've gotten yourself into quite a mess young lady. For the life of me I can't figure out how a quiet little bookworm like yourself gets caught masturbating in the library. What would drive you to do such a thing at school?" Silence "Well!?" ..... After a long stunned pause my mind goes haywire and I start babbling. "No, please Principal Allen you've got it all wrong, Mrs. Thompson has got it all wrong. It wasn't... I wasn't... She's wrong about what she... And she snuck up... I told her I needed some quiet to study... She had no right!" In a panic I start to hyperventilate, my chest heaving. "Stop! Are you calling Mrs. Thompson a liar?" "No. No. No no no." "Miss Olson you're in enough trouble as it is. Trust me, you don't need to dig this hole any deeper." "Yes sir." "Well, unfortunately Elwood will most disappointed to hear about this indiscretion." "No. Please, no." Her eyes tear up. "Please Principal Allen, don't ruin my future. I fucked up and I'll do anything. Please!" ..... I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Principal Allen stood up and undid his pants, as he slid them down his thick 8 inch cock sprung free. He was nothing like any of the boys on the volleyball team and everything like the pornstars I've lusted after late at night when mom and daddy think I'm asleep. In my bed, my fingers teasing my nipples, exploring my warm wet pussy as I ache to be on screen. Ache to have my mouth and pussy filled, to have their hot cum on my tits, in my mouth. But that is just fantasy, this is real, and I'm really scared. I sit completely still, stunned, his pulsating cock an arms length from my face, hard and glistening with pre cum. I'm frozen with fear. ..... "Well?" A clumsy "Uh, I... Principal Allen... I don't..." is all i can muster. "If you want this to all go away I suggest you be a good little slut and get your lips wrapped around my cock now." "I... I.... I can't... I..." The next thing I know Principal Allen grabs a handful of my hair and forces his cock into my mouth. I struggle and try to pull away but it's no use, holding my head he aggressively fucks my mouth. I'm forced to open as wide as possible as his cock fills my mouth. Then it quickly becomes apparent what was wrong with Melissa. The taste of pussy fills my mouth as he continues forcing every inch of his cock in. My whimpers are muffled by a mouth full of cock as he pushes it in deep and holds it. He finally pulls out and I gasp for air. "Principal Allen. Please. I'm sorry. I won't get in trouble again... Just let me go back to class. I promise." "Oh Miss Oleson, I'm sure you won't, but begging will do you no good. It didn't work for that little slut Melissa and it isn't going to work for you either." "Please Principal Allen." "Tell me Miss Oleson, could you taste her? Could you taste that little slut Melissa Hay on my cock" "Yes... Yes, sir... I... I could." "Aaaaaand? How did she taste? I can barely get the words out of my mouth. "I... I uh. I don't know..." "You don't know? Miss Oleson, you're a smart girl, I think you can do better than that." ..... I'm not into girls, but there is something about Melissa Hay. Even if she is a total bitch. I first noticed that something last week after volleyball practice, I got to the locker room late just as she got out of the shower. I tried my hardest not to stare, but found myself drawn to her, her full D cup tits with their pale pink nipples. Her long toned legs and soft smooth pussy that has just the tiniest tuft of blond hair peeking out above her clit. Filled with desire I ran to the showers. Behind the curtain, hot water running all over my body, I couldn't resist teasing myself. My fingers exploring the folds of my silky bald pussy, spreading my lips and teasing my clit, finally plunging a finger inside and fucking myself to a powerful orgasm. Tasting Melissa did nothing short of drive me wild and while it made my pussy ache to be touched I didn't dare give Principal Allen any other ideas. After a long silence I lean forward and reach for my panties. Suddenly Principal Allen grabs my wrist and announces "Oh Miss Oleson we're far from done here." He forces me down against his desk and pulls my hand behind my back, I struggle and try to get up be in no time he has me held down both my wrists pressed into the small of my back. I softly whimper "Please don't" as I feel him tying my wrists together with his necktie. ..... Her wrists firmly bound behind her back he slowly slides her short plaid skirt up to revealing her perfect bare ass. Bent over, bound and exposed, Brooke was a sight to behold with her smooth bald lips peeking out from beneath her curvy teenage ass. He slowly runs his hand across her ass, savoring the feeling as he slides it down in between her legs to find an unexpected surprise. The feeling of her warm and deliciously wet lips makes his cock swell with passion. "Miss Oleson, you naughty little slut. Are you enjoying yourself?" Squirming as she feels the tips of his fingers running up and down her lips she meekly replies "Please sir, I just want to go back to class." "I don't believe you" he replies as he runs his finger down pressing it against her aching clit. Massaging her little fuck button her pussy begins to tingle as it aches to be filled. "Are you sure?" he asks. "Mmmmmm. Oooooooh. Principal Allen. I. Ahhhhhh." Despite it being wrong, despite her resistance, she can't help herself, her body can't resist the the desire building from deep inside as his fingers circle her throbbing clit. She tries to control herself her hips begin to gently buck and grind in rhythm with the motion of his hand. Desperately trying to push back into his touch her sweet juices begin to run across his fingers and down her thighs. In one swift motion his hand slides away and Principal Allen pushes all his weight against her burying his throbbing cock deep into her soaking wet pussy. ..... "Ohhhhhhhhhhh ooooh, fuck..." is all I can muster as Principal Allen forces his cock deep inside me, stretching my pussy beyond anything I could ever imagine. I bite my lip as he begins to slide his cock in and out of my aching hole, finally realizing my desire to be filled. Gripping my ass he begins to fuck me hard and deep, his hips banging into my ass, his balls smacking against my clit. Ecstasy radiates across my body as my pussy contracts around his thick shaft. I'm given a brief reprieve as he pulls his cock out and rubs the head up and down my my soaking wet lips. As he teases my clit with his soft and swollen head all I can whisper is "more." "More?" he asks. "Mmmmm, yes" His hand firmly cracking across my ass I yelp, the sting of his hand setting my skin on fire. He spanks me again demanding to know what i want but all I can muster is "Ahhhhhhhh. I..." With a third firm spank he repeats his question. "Ahhhhhha. I want... I. I neeeed you to fuuck me sir." And with that he buries his cock into my inviting cunt with more force than ever before. Within moments my pussy is convulsing and every muscle in my body tightens as my orgasim washes over my body like a tidal wave soaking his cock as he squeezes my sore ass and fills every inch of my dripping pussy. I feel his cock throb and swell and then softly grunting Principal Allen pulls out as he erupts hot ribbons of cum all over my now rosy pink ass. He leans forward untying my wrists and asks me if I've learned my lesson. "Mmmmmmm, yeeeeeees sir, I'll be, I'll be a goooood girl" I answer as I savor the feeling of his sticky load running down my ass and across my soaking wet lips. "And if you're not?" "You'll punish me." "How?" "You'll fuck me." "And how will I fuck you?" "Hard and rough like a little slut." ..... Brooke slowly stands back up again rubbing her wrists as Principal Allen takes his seat again. She hands him his tie and reaches for her panties. Unfortunately Principal Allen has other things in mind and snatches them from her reach. "Principal Allen!" she protests. "I need to go back to class." "Brooke, Brooke, Brooke, these I'll be keeping as a little reminder of our little lesson today..." he teases as he drops them into his desk drawer. She stands frozen not knowing what to do next. "But here..." he says pulling out a pink and white string bikini. "These are Melissa's. In fact she had them on not 30 minutes ago, you can wear these and then get them back to her. Or not, that'll be up to you." He sits them on the desk as they both lock eyes on them. "Well get them on and get back to class Miss Oleson." Brook steps into the string bikini and slowly slides them up her legs, inhaling as they press his sticky cum against her pussy and ass. She slowly walks to the door desperately trying to collect her feelings of guilt and desire. As she opens the door he calls out. "Brooke." "Yes sir." "Be a good girl." "Yes sir." He smiles. "Or don't" Looking back at him she bites her lip and walks out of his office.