0 comments/ 29666 views/ 0 favorites Reciprocity By: writinwater She felt elated. She had been wet for days in expectation for what was to come. She felt dripping from her slit with little pulses radiating heat just behind the small and private mouth between her legs. The only thing she needed to do was to stand and go through what was to come first. And that was going to be tough. But afterwards she would get what she wanted. He had been very clear to her. There were definite strings attached to their affair. They would stay with their respective spouses and would not endanger the future of their kids in any way. Their relationship should stay secret. In order for that to be feasible she should keep her explosive character in check. Her unwieldy emotional outbursts should be restrained. He would take care of that. She didn't have to be subservient, but she should be obedient. If she would not behave he would punish her, forcefully. And she would submit. She loved him too much even to consider refusing. She wanted his love more then anything else. She would give him everything to prove it. Of course she had faltered. She had been so upset when he had gone away for the weekend with his wife and kids. He had not once mailed or phoned her. For days she had wailed and moaned and she had gone as far as to phone him at home on his return. When his wife had picked the phone she had waited for ten tantalizing seconds. Would she tell her that her husband was hers now? She had put down the phone. Belatedly she realized that he would be furious when he found out. And find out he did. He ordered her to appear at the usual time and place at "their" hotel the next week. Trembling of fear and expectation she had appeared. He was pushing her to the bed and commanding her to take off her clothes. While she did it he sat down on the chair and looked at her. She slowed down teasingly but hastily removed her panties when he told her with a stern voice that she shouldn't dare to play any games. She did not want to make him more tough with her. What was to come was surely bad enough. He stood up and sat down alongside her on the bed. It was comfortable in the room, not too hot and not too cold, but she felt a chill all over her body anyway. She got goose bumps all over her breasts and her erected nipples stood out, pointing forward. She trembled when he pulled her wrists and guided her to lay down on his legs. There she laid down, with her belly warm on his legs and her bottom pointing up. She put down her head and closed her eyes, waiting for what was to come. The first tough splash with his flat hand on her left buttock came as a surprise. It was firm and hard. It made her bottom shook and the force of the smack went all through her lower body. He continued to smack her and she was taken aback by the force of his hands on her behind. The pain started spreading like fire from her bottom through her vagina, creating a weird sensation of mixed pleasure and agony. She had to bite her teeth in order not to cry out. But after a few minutes the punishment became too much. She had to let the tears flow. The pain of the spanking had shaken her to her core. When he finished he asked her sternly if she had learned her lesson. She was flushed with a full red face and an even redder, hot burning bottom. She had to swallow a sob and weakly stammered a soft "yes". Then he put her tenderly on the bed and started to kiss her cheeks, taking her tears with his lips. He rubbed her bottom softly with one hand while stroking her lower lips and clitoris with his other. She felt the burning from her bottom pass and go through her loins. It was if he had opened her. She felt her labia getting soaked immediately. When he went between her legs with his head in order to lick her, the fire burst in her vagina and deep within her belly. She started to moan and to push her pelvis up so he would press his tongue deep inside her. When she felt the pleasure rise she bit on her teeth again, but this time to fight another sort of agony, the rising orgasm building inside her. She should not´t come, not now. Later. When she was ready for him. She pulled his head up towards her face and they started kissing passionately. She tasted her own juices on his mouth and tongue. She felt all over his body and ended up between his leg. He was hard and long. She opened her legs more so he could come up and together they quickly removed his clothes. When she saw his penis pointing up she knew it was going to happen soon. It made her excited beyond words. She spread her legs more and he moved in position. When she felt him going inside she made the small cry which she had controlled during her torment. He was pumping very slowly. First just with the head behind the mouth of her vagina. Going a bit up and down, leaving her empty in the back of her wanting opening. Then he started to push forward. He took his penis nearly out and with every push forward he seemed to plunge it deeper and deeper. She started to make small noises while she fought her pleasure. Her sounds intermingled with his heavy breathing. She could not come. Not now, not yet. After a few minutes she felt him getting more tense. He wanted her to go deeper in her. Overwhelmed by the sense of power which the punishment had wrought, he had abandoned all rationality. Like she had expected he had gone inside her not just literally but also mentally, forgetting everything. Forgetting that his penis was deep inside her without any protection. She had laid down with her legs spread open as wide as possible. He was laying between them with his pelvis locked on hers. Slowly but deliberately she put up her knees. Without him noticing she was pulling him up, taking him in deeper. Finally she had pulled back her knees completely and pulling her heels over his shoulder. Her vagina was pointing now nearly upward, completely absorbing his penis, even a bit of the beginning of his balls. The embrace of her vulva was like the tough grip of her tight, clenched fist around his penis. Then she felt the tip of his penis touch her womb. It nearly was too much. She almost exploded. But again she kept control. She hold with one hand his bottom, pushing and pulling him deeper into her. With the other hand she felt between her legs, feeling her vagina being invaded by his erect member, which was getting harder and going deeper each minute. Fighting her pleasure, focussing on his soft moans, she positioned herself for his release. She wanted him to come deep inside her. She wanted his sperm to fill her, to fill up her womb. She wanted to be seeded. She wanted his sperm going into her belly, making her into a full woman again. He was nearly there. She started to talk softly to him, encouraging him to take her, preventing him from coming to his senses. Then he hold his breath. He became absolutely tense and then she felt it. His penis was pulsating, releasing his sperm deep into her. The head was directly touching her womb so she was filled up, being seeded at that very moment. She let herself come. The orgasm raged through her body. Her vagina contracted in rhythm with his pulsating penis, milking him completely. At that very moment she knew his sperm was being drawn into her womb, filling her belly with a exploding warmth. She knew then that it was spreading, working its way up to her ovum, soon to awake a new seedling. Reciprocity Your hand skims my leg from ankle to thigh, grazing along the surface of the skin. The smooth, tanned, sweet lemon-scented flesh is intoxicating in its grace. Taunt muscles define the sensual shape. Your lips tenderly brush my knee. Quite suddenly, your teeth nip at my meaty inner thigh. Then, reverting back to tenderness, your tongue swirls the area so near and yet so far from the 'purloined' grotto. Your hand and mouth simultaneously stroke and caress calves, massaging the 'stairway to heaven'... There is gentleness, affection, and the art of seduction in this promising intimacy. Slow and deliberate, you monitor my reaction, as I'm torn between desire and propriety. There is an ease and unspoken playfulness in this encounter. To deter any resistance, you knead my neck and shoulders, relieving the stress of the day, and are rewarded with a moan of appreciation. Together we find a comfortable way to intertwine our bodies while listening to music and sipping wine. There is little need for conversation as we savor this blissful moment of peace from everyday trials. Alcohol relaxes inhibition. Kissing becomes our mode of dialogue, fuel for the libido. Anticipation, as saliva and chardonnay lubricate the imagination and stimulate the senses. Reciprocity: My fingers unbutton your shirt. My lips seek your neck and chest wanting to inhale your maleness and taste your essence. I nibble your ear lobe, then, exhale softly as if whispering. My hand feels for your hardness, wanting to coax your priapic presence. I unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans. Out from your silk boxers springs the totem. Going down on you, my hand grips your shaft as my tongue licks the head and underside of the throbbing mushroom. My mouth is hungry to swallow the tip and tease your potent member. Taking it deeper, it swells until it fills my mouth and throat. My head moves up and down while your fingers grip my curly mane of long hair. Your eyes are closed and your breathing has become irregular. I try not to gag as I reach base camp and can take no more. I want to watch you explode as I pull out to finish you off with my hand while your white sap gushes like a geyser over my face and chest. I lick my lips to taste the salty droplets. "Ah, you are wicked," you say with a smile and wink. Your racing heartbeat slowly returns to normal and I know having pleased you fills me with delight and arousal, expectation of things to "come." "I will devour you," you state with certainty. "But first I will take you to the edge of ecstasy until every nerve-ending is on fire and your female honey drips down your legs. I will find the core of your Eros. You will beg to be spanked and fucked," delighting in the graphic language and my silent acquiescence. The prospect of a delicious, tantalizing torture awaits... Oh so slowly and deliberately you breakdown any resistance in order to liberate my sensuality and bear witness to my need for you. Your hand finds its way beneath my long skirt to the crotch of my black bikini panty. You flick your finger along the fabric, creating an irregular rhythm, frissonment, that is light enough to light the fuse. My eyes close, lost to the internal stirrings. You leave the spot simmering, stirring the juices, as your attention focuses another anatomical highlight. My black spandex shirt offers little protection as your hands reach underneath to lift off the garment, revealing a black lace bra more than amply filled as demonstrated by cleavage. You love the feel of the fabric and overflowing mounds. Your fingers trace the shapes and your teeth like a leech, lock on to the nipples through the lace. They harden like stale gumdrops, as you feel the return of a growing hardness between your own legs, only this time gratification will be delayed and the intensity increased—for the 'games' are just beginning... You lead me from living room to bedroom. The candlelight plays like the silhouette of dancing partners on the wall, while a cool breeze sets my body trembling for unknown pleasures. "Have you seen the moon tonight," you inquire as you coax me toward the window. You stand behind me as we stare at the stars. Your hands cup each breast; a strap slides from my shoulders. You unhook the support and toss it aside. Toying, pinching and pulling the freed globes, you test my reaction. You remove your belt and rub yourself along my body, friction against my ass until I can feel your hardness. You grab my wrists and pull my hands behind my back, feeling me quiver as I realize your control and my weakness. Where will this exercise lead? How will you merge pleasure with the pain of titillation and restraint? What limits will you test? Can our savage nature blend with affection and respect as our bodies spasm with a need for escape? Reciprocity Jill watched out the window as her brother returned from another date with that incredible bitch Brenda. Sure enough, she could see it all the way from her bedroom window, the quick adjustment, the slight limp in his walk and yes, even the bulge in his pants. Sure enough Brenda proved to be a complete tease once again. Jill knew the cunt's style, let the guys touch you a bit, maybe even let them get a finger in your pussy, but in the end you leave them just hot and bothered as you kiss them good night and head back into your dorm room. Jill had heard that Brenda carries it even a bit further, letting the guys finger fuck her until she comes, but then when it's time to reciprocate, she suddenly remembers she has to get home early. Jill hated the bitch and she especially felt sorry for her little brother Danny. Yeah he wasn't the hottest guy around and he still lived at home while he attended college, but he was a nice guy and sure didn't deserve to be teased so unmercifully. She listened to him open the door to the house and walk slowly up the stairs, careful not to wake up their parents. Jill knew he'd head straight to his room, pull off his clothes and stroke his cock until he came. Her room was next to his and after every date of his, she could hear the bed squeak rhythmically as he fucked his hand. She listened for him to head past her room and close his door, she then planned to quickly head to his door and slip in before he started jacking off. It may not do any good, but she'd at least tell him what Brenda was doing to him and that she'd done it plenty of times before with other guys. It might hurt him some, but he was going to have to find out sooner or later, at least he won't be quite as embarrassed with her. When she heard the door latch she stepped out of her room heading for his door, but she had to pause a moment when she noticed her dad had wandered out of his bedroom. Leaning back against her door hoping he didn't see her, she watched as her dad glanced toward Danny's room, apparently noticed the light shining out from under his door and then headed back into his bedroom. Jill quickly moved down the hall, lightly knocked on Danny's door and then slipped in his room. He sat on the bed, his face crimson red and held a big pillow over his lap. Simply staring at her in complete silence, he had a look of complete confusion, probably wondering what Jill was doing barging in like that. "What are you doing?" he asked her. "Danny, look, something has been bothering me. About you and Brenda," she said, not entirely sure how to say what she needed to say. "Danny, she's playing you, she does this will all the guys. She's a cock-teaser Danny and she has been teasing you all along." "What do you mean?" "Look, she lets you do things to her right?" "Yeah," he said, smiling. "Fun things." "But does she do anything for you? I mean she just gets you worked up and then leaves you hanging." "So?" "It's just not right Danny." "All girls aren't like that?" he asked. "No Danny, the ones who treat you right will either not do all those things to get you worked up, or if they do, eventually they will reciprocate. Brenda doesn't do that does she?" "No, but I still have fun." "The only reason she's doing it with you is to play with you, get you worked up and then watch you squirm as she goes back into her dorm. Don't you get it?" "But I enjoy it, she's all woman and lets me take a peek at it all." "No Danny, if she was all woman, she'd do this," she said, grabbing his pillow and yanking it out of the way. He quickly moved his hands to cover up what was left of his erection. Jill climbed onto the bed and forcefully pulled his hands away and slipped her mouth down over his cock, feeling it immediately harden. As Danny remained in shocked silence, she began sucking him hard, bobbing her head up and down while moving her hand to his shaft and stroking it. He leaned back, resting his hands on the bed and lifting his hips up to push his cock deeper into her mouth. He must have had himself close to coming when she originally walked in, because in almost no time, she heard him begin to moan and his shaft suddenly thickened in her hand. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth and then felt the warm gush of cum as it spurted from her brother's cock again and again. Pulling her head back a bit, the swallowed several times and then sucked on his head a bit to draw out the last droplets of his cum. Jill then stood up and glared into his eyes and said, "If Brenda was a real woman, she would have done that to you a long time ago." She then backed off the bed, stood up and stared at him. Her mind whirled as she tried to comprehend the fact that she had just given her brother a blow job, from the looks of his face, perhaps his first blow job. Reciprocity Please do not post my stories elsewhere without asking my permission first. I like to thank JHB for his help editing this story into a readable one. * Chris studiously looked straight at the wall of the waiting room outside the principal's office. The silence in the room was only broken by the rattling of the keyboard as the secretary typed. But he was barely aware of her; most of his awareness was on Jessica Catterfield. A deep blush colored his face simply because he was in the same room as she. He'd always thought her beautiful, even had a crush on her, no matter how she and the rest of the in-crowd treated him. Like what they'd done this morning. It wasn't anything painful, just humiliating. He could still remember how he wished, afterwards, that people would like him, that they would reciprocate his own feelings. Yes, he used words like "reciprocate". That was just one more thing that made him different. Which made it all the more unbelievable and fantastic when Jessica... Her skin was silky smooth and felt so hot around his cock. Desperately he tried to hold his orgasm back, to keep this going just a little while longer. Looking down again, he saw her face dip to catch his cock-head between her lips as it emerged from between her perky breasts... Chris wrenched his thoughts away from the memory even as his erection was starting to become obvious once again. 'Focus on what happened later,' he told himself. 'When the teacher caught us and marched us here.' That certainly did the trick. Unfortunately, it also left him so jumpy that he almost had a heart attack when the door to the principal's office was opened. The gym teacher, Ms. Barson, came out and looked straight at him. "Mr. Jigger, the principal will be handling this whole affair herself. She wants to see you in her office now and," her eyes turned to Jessica, "she'll hear your side of the story after that." Without saying another word, she left. He couldn't help but sneak a peek at her retreating posterior, even as he got up to shuffle into the principal's office. Ms. Barson wasn't tall, but she sure was curvy. 'And so is Mrs. Stroup,' was his first thought as he laid eyes upon the principal. She was sitting behind her desk, looking at some file. Even her very conservative suit couldn't hide every hint of her impressive bust. Without looking up, she spoke. "Close the door behind you, Mr. Jigger, and take a seat." Hearing that cold voice brought Chris back to reality. 'Stop ogling, you're in enough trouble as it is.' Which was easier said than done. He was good until he sat down, but when Mrs. Stroup just kept reading, his eyes started to wander. Chris didn't seem capable of helping himself. He'd just had his first sexual experience, and it had been even better than he'd dreamed it could be. It had also been cut short far too soon. Now, when he saw a good-looking woman, his idle fantasies had some real-life experience to spice it up. It all served to make him hyper-aware of the beauty he was surrounded by. At least that was his theory for why he couldn't seem to stop himself staring at Mrs. Stroup's chest. Her chestnut brown hair was done up so that Chris knew for certain that she wasn't surreptitiously watching him. Her blouse and jacket were still impeding his view and Chris found himself wishing they weren't. He wanted to get a better view. Suddenly, Mrs. Stroup shrugged her shoulders as her hands took a hold of her jacket. She seemed to be trying to cool herself by fanning her jacket, then took it off and even proceeded to undo the top three buttons. The swell of her breasts was now revealed, and Chris confirmed they were easily bigger than Jessica's. Thinking that, the scene in the gym flashed before him again. But this time it was Mrs. Stroup lying on her back on the mat, her tits wrapped around his dick. That mental image was the reason he didn't immediately notice he had been caught staring. "Eyes up here, Mr. Jigger." His eyes did indeed fly up to meet hers, then almost back down before he thought better. His cheeks flamed red again, the hardening of his cock wasn't helping in that department, but he didn't apologize. That would be acknowledging what he had just done. No, better to ignore it. "You wanted to talk to me, Principal Stroup?" He hated how meek his voice sounded. More like a small child than the young man he felt he was. After all, hadn't he and Jessica just...? 'Right, that's what got you in here too. Maybe sounding meek and harmless is better right now.' Something softened in the principal's eyes. "Yes, I wanted to get your version of events before making a decision. Specifically, I want to know what lead to the situation Ms. Barson found you and Ms. Catterfield in." He couldn't look her in the eye anymore at that reminder and his gaze went back down to her chest. 'The "situation" the teacher found us in?' His lips closed around a stiff nipple. Underneath him, Jessica was squirming and babbling as she kicked off her shorts. "So wet...I need you in me...Got to apologize...Yes, show you how sorry I am...I didn't mean it earlier...That you didn't fuck me then...' He didn't really get it all, it seemed as if she considered this some kind of apology for what had happened that morning. Or she was sorry it had been a prank, Chris didn't really have many brain-cells left at the moment he could devote to figuring that out. His cock left a trail of precum on her thigh as he got into position. In the back of his mind there was a half-memory about protection, but he really couldn't be bothered to figure what that was about either. All that was real right now was the panting woman beneath him. That made the voice from behind them such a shock. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" "Of course, ehm, I guess I should start with this morning," he told Mrs. Stroup's chest. 'Odd that she hasn't corrected me yet.' But he didn't look away on his own either; he was almost hypnotized by the rise and fall of those globes. "Jessica..." How to say this? "Jessica, with some others, pulled a prank on me. She made me think she was interested in me and maneuvered me in an embarrassing situation. She... It doesn't really matter what she did, does it?" Stroup leaned forward giving him an even better view of her cleavage. Her breathing was deepening too. "Hmmm, I suppose not right now. But I take this to mean she isn't your girlfriend?" "Ah, no." But it was an interesting question. Did what they did and almost did mean she was now or...? "She isn't. So it was kind of awkward when Ms. Barson picked us to put the mats back together after class." "I can imagine." Her hand was toying with a button. Before his eyes, she let it slip out of its hole effectively unbuttoning one more button. The atmosphere in the office was changing. Chris felt his dick growing stiffer in response to it. "Yeah, especially because I still thought she was beautiful and kept sneaking peeks at her breasts." He couldn't believe he said that. 'What's wrong with me? Talk like that will get me suspended! Especially when you can't even drag your eyes from her tits. I'd really like to get a closer look. Argh, stop doing that. Get your head out of the sex and focus on not getting kicked out!' Being so sure the principal would be furious at his words, Chris was completely unprepared for her actual reaction. Mrs. Stroup stood up and started to walk around her desk. "Of course you do," she said with understanding coloring her voice. She sat down on her desk now, not a meter away from me. "It's only natural that a vi- a young man like you wants to see breasts." She leaned forward again, a finger stroking the valley between her tits. "It's completely normal! Yes, it's good that you appreciate a fine pair. You do think mine are good enough to watch, don't you?" 'What the hell?' Chris wasn't sure what was going on, but with that morning's prank fresh in his memory he felt it best to assume this was some kind of trap. Treat it as completely normal and don't give a millimeter more than the question required. "They're beautiful." That wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. 'Okay, it actually was. Still, it can't hurt to flatter and I do think they're beautiful.' Mrs. Stroup's tits might have started to sag a little, their sheer size more than made up for that. What could he say? He was a breast-guy. "Thank you. Now continue with your story." "Ehm," it took a moment for Chris to figure out what story. "Right, so we put away the mats and after we'd dealt with the last one I was going to walk away when Jessica called me back." "Chris, could I, I mean, could I have a minute here?" Jessica asked from behind him. Turning around, he saw her biting her lip and that she was fidgeting a little. "Uh, sure." His own heart started to hammer. Being alone with her was rare enough, but actually interacting with her? With words? But he'd already been duped that morning, so that helped to keep a lid on his libido. "What's this about?" Jessica seemed unsure. Her eyes were fixated on him and she seemed to be breathing faster now. "I-I want to apologize for this morning. I just want... could you not stand so far away from me?" "She was sorry for her part in what happened that morning and she said she needed to prove to me she was. Next thing I know, she kissed me right on the mouth. She even used her tongue!" Even now, Chris was unsure how exactly that had happened. "Hmmm, and then?" The principal sounded almost eager. She was now stroking the upper swell of her left breast with her left hand while her right one was toying with the hemline of her skirt. Chris found himself wishing she would lose the blouse altogether. "She pressed her body against mine, like real tight, and started to press her, you know, pussy against my, ehm, penis." He cringed at the words, but the atmosphere had definitely changed and it was egging him on. Or maybe it was his dick doing that. "Then she told me it wasn't enough and dropped to her knees. Next thing I knew, I had my gym-shorts around my ankles and Jessica was kissing my cock." Chris noticed Mrs. Stroup's skin was starting to get flushed. Her left hand was pulling at her blouse now, but stopped after the first few tugs. "That's so... I mean, it's so hot in here. I just...I-You don't mind, do you?" He had no idea what she was talking about and he didn't really care. "No, go ahead. It's your office." "Yes! We're alone here, nobody could bother us. And you're so-the room is so very hot. Like a long, hard, ehm, furnace." And with those words Mrs. Stroup unbuttoned her blouse completely and let it fall to the floor. Watching it fall, Chris noticed the principal's hand stroking her thigh just underneath the skirt. This was the last straw, Chris knew what was going on. 'I'm dreaming, that has to be it. No way the real Mrs. Stroup would do anything like this. That explains what happened with Jessica, too, it's just part of the same dream. I wonder if I am sleeping or did I have an accident or something?' But it didn't really matter, because he was more than okay with this dream. He had no intention of leaving or changing it really. A strange sort of calm descended upon him at this realization. Nothing here could really harm or embarrass him in a dream; he was safe. His gaze finally met hers again. "I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when Jessica started to give me a blow job." Now it was Mrs. Stroup's turn to cast her eyes down. "But then she stopped right when I was going to cum." He had felt so disoriented when that happened. The principal actually made a sound of disappointment. Her gaze still hadn't gone up, it seemed to be fixated on his crotch. "But it was alright, because she only did that to get naked and..." His eyes bulged at seeing Jessica's breasts in all their naked glory. Combined with the heated look in her eyes above those mounds, the view was almost enough to make him come right then and there. "I've seen how you looked at me, looked at them." She cupped her tits and lifted them up a little as if offering them to him. "I want you to use them, use me." A shudder went through her, the look in her eyes burned even brighter. "I want your cum all over me." Chris couldn't tell a C-cup from a B, nor did he care as Jessica shuffled forward and began to slide her breasts along his cock. Right now, they were plenty big enough. "After that, we made ourselves comfortable on the mats and I was just about ready to blow my load when Ms. Barson found us." Going over that memory like this, not to mention the panting, semi-nude woman sitting before him, had given him a raging erection again. He still hadn't climaxed and he was kind of getting desperate. It would be so great if this dream could get a little more active. He made a gesture towards his crotch. "I don't suppose you could...?" He tapered off, even in this dream he couldn't bring himself to be that bold. "That is so wrong!" Mrs. Stroup whined. "This is so wrong," she averted her eyes but they darted back towards his tumescence with her next words. "What I want is wrong, this need so very fucking wrong." The principal started to pant. "Fucking you would be wrong, sucking that hard cock wouldn't be right, but you deserve to cum." Principal Stroup nodded to herself. "Yes, you need to cum. I've got to help you cum, you have to have me. I have to have your cum." For a woman in her forties, she could move very fast. One moment she was still sitting on her desk, the next she was in his lap with her tongue down his throat. From there, her mouth traveled down his body, alternating between kissing and murmuring. "My student...shouldn't...sooo good...going to make you feel so good...I can't...stop..." Somewhere along the way she had ditched her bra and now she was kneeling before him, her right hand massaging his cock through his shorts. Her breasts were definitely bigger than Jessica's and they did sag a little. Stiff, brown nipples capped those fleshy hills, evidence of her own arousal. With a dry mouth, Chris lifted his butt up a little to help her free his erection. Mrs. Stroup gave him a few strokes, then she put her mouth to work. But, unlike Jessica, she used her tongue instead of her lips. Chris moaned as he felt that supple muscle travel the length of his rod, followed by a gasp as the principal swirled her tongue around his head. He had no air left to react when her mouth engulfed his cock in one go. Up and down it went, with Chris barely holding out on the brink of eruption. He wanted to savor this just a little longer. He wanted to spray her with cum, cover her with it. It almost seemed like Mrs. Stroup had read his mind, because she disengaged from him right after. "I've seen Jessica, she's got nice ones but they can't compare to mine, can they?" Chris shook his head and spluttered something that resembled no. "Thought not. No, I can give you a much better tittie-fuck than her. And I deserve it. Yes, the prize for the best boobs. Your cum all over me." Stroup shivered. Without any more words, she raised herself up and leaned forward while cupping her breasts. His dick felt even harder once it was surrounded by all that pillowy flesh. And then the principal started to move her tits up and down. He honestly wanted to hold on, to enjoy this for a little while at least, but he was inexperienced and already had some blood-boiling, exciting things happening to him. But the principal upped the ante even more with her talk. "Oh yes, cum all over me. I want to taste it, rub it all over my skin." With a groan he started to cum, the first spurt splashing on Mrs. Sprout's chin. Faintly, he heard her moan and felt her shake around his dick. The spurts after that didn't have that much force but they just kept coming. His hips jerked forward every time, sliding his slick cock through her valley. Finally, it stopped. He was sweating and breathing hard but felt fantastic. He managed to look down and was just in time to see Mrs. Stroup bow her head to give his cock-head a kiss. He twitched, and a new dribble of semen came out of it. The principal cooed. His eyes rolled up when she proceeded to lick it up. He never noticed her hands caressing her own breasts, rubbing his cum in. Or the juices slowly trailing their way down her thighs. ------------------------------------------------- Jessica could hear some noises coming out of the Principal's office, but they were muffled and indistinct. That office was soundproofed, so the principal must really have been tearing into Chris if Jessica could hear it from where she was sitting. She should feel good about Chris getting into trouble, but she wasn't. And it wasn't just that it most likely meant she would be in trouble too. 'What the hell is going on?' Jessica wondered for the umpteenth time. 'This morning I had no problem with setting him up to get royally humiliated. He didn't really think I would make some kind of dare with Kim about giving him a blow job, did he?' A pang went through her as she remembered the scene, bringing her back to her problem. 'I wish it had been true,' she thought wistfully before shaking it off. 'Dammit, why the hell is he suddenly so yummy? How did that happen?' The creep had been looking at her tits as they'd stowed the mats away after class. That wasn't unusual, it was one reason she'd agreed to play bait. What was strange was how good that gaze now felt, how hot it made her. Jessica could swear she actually felt that gaze caress her. It was making her wet and confused. Then the last mat was put back on the stack and they were done. Chris might have mumbled a goodbye but Jessica didn't really notice as panic reared its head. 'He's leaving, it's so cold, he needs to see me.' She knew that the feeling made no sense, but it was so strong. "Chris, could I, I mean, could I have a minute here?" Her nipples started to poke through her T-shirt again. Jessica cursed Ms. Barson for not giving her the time to put on her bra too. And for not waiting a little longer so Chris could have fucked her properly. 'Stop that, just because he can kiss like nobody's business and his cock...his cock...' Her tongue darted out again to give Chris's tool a lick and once more it was almost as if she was licking her own sex. It felt so good. It was sooo very good: his taste, his texture, his firmness. Jessica wanted, no, needed to feel him all over. Have him cum all over her. Had to get him inside of her. Jessica bit her lower lip to stop herself from gasping. It didn't stop her from wetting her panties more with fresh arousal, nor did it stop the renewed need she felt. Just like in the gym, when the urges and desires had come washing over her from nowhere, it was not to be denied. Jessica didn't even really want to. 'I-I am getting myself alone with Chris the first chance I get. I can't, I need him. Need him to use me, to get his dick in me. Yes, Chris. You're so big, so...' Screwing her eyes closed and digging her nails into the palms of her hands, she managed to stop that train of thought and to calm herself down--a little, anyway. The buzzer of the intercom startled her out of her own little world and back to reality where there was another person in the room. Who'd seen everything she'd been doing. Embarrassment heated her cheeks. Mrs. Stroup's voice came on. "Carol, I think this is going to take a while longer. Why don't you send in Ms. Catterfield and go home while I finish sorting this whole mess out." Jessica's heart jumped at hearing that. 'I'm seeing Chris again, I'll be near him.' "Uhm, sure." The secretary sounded a little unsure but it was late in the day now. The school felt almost deserted. Jessica didn't really need Carol to tell her she could go in but waited politely for it anyway. It wouldn't do to barge into the principal's office and then jump the man she'd been caught with. Not least because the Principal wasn't liable to let them finish what they'd started. Reciprocity Opening the door, Jessica's eyes flew towards where Chris was sitting. At first she thought he looked flustered, but a closer look told her he was too relaxed for that. It was almost like he'd done some intense, satisfying activity but what could that be? "Close the door, Ms. Catterfield." The words came from behind the desk. The Principal's chair was turned so Jessica only saw the back of the chair. But she didn't need to see Mrs. Stroup's face to know she was walking into enemy territory. The Principal's voice was filled with stern, cool anger. Swallowing, Jessica did as she was told, shutting off all the outside noise when the door clicked into place. She fidgeted for a moment, then made to sit next to Chris when Mrs. Stroup spoke up again. "Stand before the desk, Ms. Catterfield." "Yes, Mrs. Stroup," she acknowledged meekly. Making her way to the desk she could feel Chris his eyes on her. It was like coming out of the cold into a warm room, it made her shiver. The Principal left her standing in front of the desk, not speaking up or even turning around to face her. And behind her, the heat of Chris's gaze kept radiating. Jessica couldn't help herself as her hands surreptitiously moved to her backside and started to knead them. She swore she could feel Chris his interest double, a bolt of pure arousal shooting up her spine. Jessica firmly kept her eyes on Mrs. Stroup's chair so she wouldn't get caught giving Chris a show. She wanted to slap them, show Chris their firmness. But Mrs. Stroup would definitely notice that. So she did something else. Her hands went down and then to her hips, pulling the material of her shorts tightly over her derriere. Jessica proceeded to wiggle her butt a little to better show it off to him. She couldn't believe she was doing this for Chris, but couldn't deny that she wanted it. Because she knew Chris liked it, liked it a lot. Jessica barely stifled a moan, then went rigid when the Principal chose that moment to speak up. "I already had a long, ardent, I mean, arduous discussion with Mr. Jigger about what happened. I've been given to understand you were interrupted?" Blinking, Jessica tried to figure out what she should answer. It wasn't easy with the mess her mind was in. Her hands were still pulling on her shorts, frozen there by Chris's approval, and now Mrs. Stroup was reminding her of... Her body was shaking in anticipation as Jessica watched his cock inch closer to her dripping pussy. She wasn't a virgin. In fact, her current boyfriend hadn't even been the one to pop her cherry. Yet, it did feel like her first time. Only she knew it would be a thousand times better. 'Yes, almost there, nearly in. I think I'm going to cum just from that.' A new voice brought reality crashing back to her. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" "Uhm, yes." Jessica couldn't help that her tone was questioning. "And you wish you weren't." It didn't really sound like a question to Jessica. Before she knew it, however, she answered. "Yesss!" She shuddered as the lust rose up again. "Chris really wants you..." Mrs. Stroup's voice was soft now, then husky with her next words. "He should have you, you want that, I want that. Yes, it would be so hot..." The chair swiveled around, revealing a practically naked Mrs. Stroup. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned and only covered one breast. Her hand covered the other, more or less, but was also busy tweaking and massaging it. Her other hand was hidden behind her panties and equally busy. Jessica gaped at the sight. 'That's...What the fuck? She's actually... right in front of me and Chris... That's so...' Her disbelief was suddenly buried under a wave of arousal. 'Hot, such a fucking turn on. Giving Chris a show like that... making him nice and hard...' She mewled. "He's going to take you now," Mrs. Sprout cooed. Jessica turned her head to see Chris getting up, an obvious erection tenting his gym-shorts. Hope filling her heart and eyes. "So pull down those shorts and bend over the desk to show how nice and wet you are for him." Breathing hard now, Jessica did exactly that. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was too outlandish, too much like a porn-movie, it felt too fantastic to be true. The cool air kissed her snatch while Chris's heated gaze hit it from behind. There was the sound of rustling clothes and then Jessica felt his hand on her hip and, oh yes, his cock slide over her pussy. It was almost cool in comparison with the boiling heat of her sex. As it had on the mats, anticipation shook her body making it hypersensitive. Seeing Mrs. Sprout speed up her ministrations brought Jessica out of the spell for a moment. There she was, on her belly on the Principal's desk about to get fucked from behind by Chris Jigger of all people with the Principal not just watching, but actually diddling herself too. 'How did that happen?' Jessica wondered in a moment of lucidity. His cock entered her and the question became moot, completely irrelevant. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever had, but it wasn't the smallest either. It filled her up just right, fitting snuggly as Chris steadily went deeper. "So right, so nice and tight. It's right where it belongs, your cock is right where it should be," Jessica babbled. Chris only moaned in response. And Jessica was reduced to unintelligible sounds too when her lover was fully inside of her. For an indeterminable, delicious time, they stayed in that position. Then he retreated just as slowly and Jessica could feel him hanging on the brink. Or maybe it was her; she couldn't tell. Before her, Mrs. Sprout was really going to town now as the older woman speared herself with three fingers. The sight actually became more attractive as Chris filled her up again. A new perspective filled Jessica as his dick filled her pussy. Having Mrs. Sprout masturbate for Chris wasn't the only turn on; the Principal was hot herself. Jessica found a new interest in Mrs. Sprout's tits, her hooters. She wanted to lick them, suck on those nipples until the Principal was begging to cum. With a cry, Jessica came. Her pussy drawing in Chris's swelling rod so that it spurted deep inside of her. Both of them writhed against each other in an effort to join together even more. ------------------------------------------------- "Great show," Nplmsch commented as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. He didn't worry about getting caught by the humans. They couldn't see or hear him unless he wanted them to. "I knew I was going to get some excellent entertainment when I heard that kid make his wish." And it was easy to do, too. It was just a matter of strengthening certain emotions of the boy's to make it easier to be felt by others of his kind. That it had the side effect of making those same emotions more persistent and harder to control for the human was a bonus in Nplmsch's book. The show wasn't over, however. The girl had turned around and was now lying on her back on the desk while the older woman had climbed on top of the furniture and was now lowering her sex on the face of the girl. "Round two, huh? But now comes the hard decision. Shall I end the wish and watch the fireworks or leave the human as he is and see if he manages to get a grip on his new ability?" Nplmsch gave a mock sigh. 'Decisions, decisions. It sure isn't easy being me.' THE END