NIS: Mrs. Trotter - Chapter Seven
After spending the last hour of the school day in the shower with Todd Lowry, I felt surprisingly refreshed. My body felt sore, especially my pussy and ass, but the hot water had done wonders for my stiffness. The only thing I found truly annoying was the semen still deep in my bowels. With Todd's help, sort of, I'd managed to get a lot of the greasy cum out of my rectum, but it would take an enema to clean me out completely. I didn't particularly want one of those, however, so I suffered the squishy sensation with as much dignity as I could. But there wasn't a lot of dignity to be found as I walked naked through the crowded hallways towards the administration offices.
"Hey Mrs. Trotter!" … "I remember that ass!" … "She licked my clit sooooo good!" … "You should try her!" … "Look at her pussy! God!"
"Don't be shy!" Amy said with a giggle, falling into step next to me. "Everybody knows you're a slut, Mrs. Trotter."
"Yeah," Heather agreed on the other side of me. "It's no big deal. You just gotta accept it."
"You're just another cock hole now!"
"Three cock holes! I heard like ten guys fucked you in the ass already."
"Is that true? Oh my God! You're such a slut!"
"That's why she's walking funny. Right, Mrs. Trotter?"
"Cause of all the sperm in your butt? I hate that!"
"I like it!"
"You're a slut too!"
"Shut-up! You're the biggest slut in school!"
"Not anymore!"
"Yeah! Mrs. Trotter's the biggest slut now!"
"Ms. Rodriguez is gonna be so jealous!"
"She's not a slut though."
"Just a whore."
"If I give you five bucks, will you suck my pussy, Mrs. Trotter?"
"Or do it for free?"
"Ms. Rodriguez charges five dollars."
"But it all goes for a big class party at the end of the semester."
"She's so cool!"
"For a being a whore."
"Well, yeah…That's what I meant."
"Excuse me," I told the two girls, pushing my way through the knot of students waiting to use the telephone.
"See ya tomorrow, Mrs. Trotter!" Amy said with a finger wave.
"Bye-bye, Mrs. Trotter!" Heather giggled. "Have fun!"
I didn't know what that meant and didn't really care as I knocked on Principal Steinway's half-open door. I peeked inside looking for my clothes and expecting to see the man waiting for me, but he wasn't there.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when I saw Valerie sitting in one of the chairs looking bored.
"Waiting for you," she replied with a surprisingly happy look on her face. "Mr. Steinway said you wanted to talk to me."
"Oh! Um…"
"He said you're gonna give me detention?" she half-asked. "And then I can go back to class tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I said slowly. "I was kind of, uh…angry earlier. I don't think we need to involve your parents."
"I'm sorry I called you a spoiled bitch," the girl sighed, but I found it hard to believe her. I let it go.
"Just don't do it again," I told her. "Don't talk to anyone that way, it's not…nice."
"Yeah," Valerie shrugged. "So what do you want me to do? Suck you off or something?"
"What?" I blinked at her.
"For detention," she said with a tiny smile. "That's what Ms. Rodriguez makes me do."
"She does?"
"She says I'm really good at it." Valerie tossed her thick brown hair from one shoulder to the other, as if daring me to challenge her.
"Uh, well…I'm not sure if we should…"
"You want to lick me?" she asked. "Mrs. Curtis likes to do that. She's such a dyke. I can't believe she actually had a kid."
"I think, um…" Mrs. Curtis looked like a thirty-something Sunday school teacher! She taught chemistry and I couldn't imagine her having sex with a student.
"How about, um…" Valerie stood up slowly, biting her bottom lip sexily as she walked across the room with an exaggerated roll of her sixteen-year-old hips.
"What?" I swallowed hard.
"We could sixty-nine," she suggested in a husky voice. "Mr. Steinway won't care."
"Oh!"
"Just close the door," she told me, pulling her cheer sweater upward to expose a wonderfully flat, pale tummy and then the bottoms of her smallish breasts.
"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling that all too familiar tingling between my thighs.
Valerie looked gorgeous and while I'd never before considered another girl as a sexual object, my first day in the Naked in School Program had definitely changed me. I wanted her. I couldn't deny the desire I felt as she pulled the sweater over head and shook her hair free of it. Her tits were little more than swollen A-cups, I thought, but topped with the most amazing strawberry colored nipples I'd ever seen. They looked good enough to eat and I licked my lips, reaching for my own burning nipples without thinking about it. I had to pinch them and I did, drawing a sharp breath against the pleasure.
"You know what?" Valerie whispered. "I only said that stuff so you'd make me stay after school."
"You did?" I smiled at her light laughter, watching as she unzipped her pleated skirt and let it fall around her feet.
"Uh-huh," she said with a slow nod, kicking off her shoes and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her cheer shorts.
"But…Why?"
"Can't you tell?" Valerie cocked her left eyebrow with a grin, pushing her shorts down to reveal her sexy pussy. "I totally think you're hot, Mrs. Trotter."
"You do?" My mouth watered at the sight of her moist pink slit barely hidden beneath a thin cloud of brown pubic hair.
"Oh yeah," she said. "We all do. Amy and Heather…We talk about you all the time while we're, you know…fucking each other."
"Hmmmm…" I took a deep breath and slid my left hand down my tummy to find my clit buzzing with eager anticipation.
"Are you gonna close the door?" Valerie asked, balancing on one leg at a time to peel off her lacy ankle socks. "Or do you wanna let everybody watch us?"
I closed the door and locked it without taking my eyes off Valerie's beautiful body. She looked so innocent as she stood there posing for me. Her hazel eyes and warm smile, her pointed nipples and slender waist, everything about her seemed perfect somehow. I admired her round hips and long legs. She wasn't terribly tall, but she was one of those girls who were all legs and I felt the sudden urge to lick her thighs and kiss the back of her knees. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, I couldn't be, but I must have been a latent bisexual or something. Nothing about the girl gave me a second's pause. No doubt or fear clouded my desire. I wanted to make love to the girl and feel her body against mine.
"Mmmm…" Valerie moaned into my mouth as I embraced her, pulling her breasts against mine as I felt her hands reaching for my ass.
I stroked her back and explored her mouth gently, as tenderly as I possibly could, and it seemed the best kiss of my life. Her lips were lush and moist, soft beneath my own as her tongue played across mine. Her eyes were closed as the girl surrendered completely and we sank to our knees on the carpet without breaking our kiss.
We sat close together, facing each other with our legs spread wide. Valerie reached between us to find my right tit and she squeezed it while I did the same. I found her nipples stiff and sensitive, making her gasp as I pinched the right and gave it a playful tug. That started a game of follow the leader and whatever I did to Valerie, she'd do to me. And still we refused to stop kissing. Her mouth tasted like peppermint, cool and fresh, and I licked the insides of her cheeks and around her teeth. I nibbled her lips, sucking every part of the girl's mouth I could find.
When my hand went lower, Valerie followed and we both shivered with pleasure as we began the blind exploration of our cunts. I found her clit and massaged it with two fingers, rubbing the tiny bud of flesh with a tight, quick circular motion. She did the same with mine and we pulled each other closer, wriggling on the carpet and moving so that we could wrap our legs awkwardly around each other. I slipped a finger inside her slit, slowly and cautiously, feeling the odd contours of her pussy and memorizing them. She felt incredibly soft with tiny ridges and bumps here and there. The walls of her vagina gave way easily, clasping my finger as I turned it this way and that.
Valerie fingered me as well, but with three fingers instead of only one. She curled them upward with her palm pressed against my thrumming clitoris, grabbing my pussy and squeezing it with a rush of sublime pleasure. I groaned into her mouth and let her tongue slip between my lips. She kissed me deeply, more aggressively than I'd been, but probably because she wasn't as worn out. My tongue had been busy all day long and it felt nice to relax and let Valerie French me with growing urgency.
"You wanna fuck?" she asked me after several long minutes had passed and we both needed to catch out breath.
"You mean sixty-nine?"
"No silly!" she said with a smile. "I mean really fuck. Like grinding, you know?"
"I don't know." I giggled weakly, feeling dizzy and drunk the way I'd been all day long it seemed.
"Like this…" Valerie adjusted our position, getting on her back with her left leg flat on the carpet and her right leg in the air.
I found myself straddling her thigh and she pulled me closer, until my pussy could rub against hers. I hugged Valerie's leg to my breasts, leaning forward to roll her ass off the floor and tilt her hips upward. I understood what she meant by fucking and I pressed my pussy against hers, mashing our labia together and feeling the humid warmth pouring from her sex. We were both hot and our bodies had become sticky with sweat. I rocked my hips, rolling them so I could grind my sex against hers, and it felt wonderful. Like nothing else in the world, the sensation of having another girl's pussy kissing mine was one I couldn't have imagined previously.
Valerie moved as well, scratching at the carpet with her fingers and using her straightened leg for leverage. She'd lift her ass and meet my cunt with hers, groaning and smiling up at me as I held her left leg and kissed her calf, licking the sweat of her smooth skin. We moved gently at first, but that self-control couldn't last long and after a few minutes we were really going at it. I could feel her clit like a pebble caught between us and I'd stare at our pussies, trying to wrap my plump labia around it. I tried to fuck her with mine too, and I knew I had a larger than average clitoris. It wasn't huge or anything, but big enough that I could work it between her pink pussy lips and imagine I was really fucking the girl.
All of that felt amazing and when I came for the first time, Valerie gasped and giggled, nodding her head as my juices literally squirted from my cunt into hers. Female ejaculation. She loved that and we were both soaked with my cum by the time Valerie joined me. She arched her back and grabbed my hips, pulling me hard against her as she came all over my pussy. We were well and truly joined, at least as much as two women can be. Our labia would stick together in a delicious, obscene embrace; mine long and fat and dark with excitement, Valerie's thin and pink and barely distended from her tight slit.
"God! You really cum a lot," Valerie said some while later, perhaps thirty or forty minutes after we'd started. "I never saw a girl squirt like that before."
"Is it too strange?" I wondered with a lazy giggle, lying on my back beside her as we stared at the ceiling. "What's that?"
"Huh?" Valerie followed my finger as I pointed at a small, silver dome mounted in the corner. It reflected the white ceiling fairly well and I supposed that's why I'd never noticed it before. That and I'd never head a reason to inspect the principal's ceiling.
"It looks like a…"
"For the camera," Valerie said. "They're all over the school."
"What?" I blinked at her.
"Yeah," she shrugged. "All the classrooms have them, usually two."
"But…" I frowned. "Why?"
"I dunno," Valerie touched my left nipple, playing with it as she rolled onto her side. "I heard it's to keep everybody safe or whatever."
"Oh."
"But I think it's just for the videos." She sighed softly and gave my nipple a tug. "Principal Steinway's kind of a perv anyway."
"What videos?"
"He hardly ever fucks anybody, you know?" Valerie giggled. "Oh! The Naked in School videos? They're probably making a video of us right now."
"Who is? What do you mean?"
"Everybody knows about it," she said, making a funny face at my confusion. "They sell them on the website."
"What website?" I felt myself getting frightened and nervous, even paranoid, but I didn't understand any of it.
"The Naked in School website!" Valerie rolled her eyes playfully. "Relax. It's no big deal. Your parents get a free one, except you don't have parents. I mean…I guess they'll give one to your husband. Right?"
"Naked in School…videos?"
"They're educational!" Valerie giggled again, scooting closer and putting her left leg over the top of mine. "I wish you were sixteen, Mrs. Trotter. That would be so cool."
"Wait…Mmmph…" I wanted to ask more questions about this video thing, but Valerie had caught her breath and wanted to have more sex.
"I'm so queer it hurts," she whispered, the girl's lips moving against mine as covered my tits with hers. "When I see someone like you? I feel it in my heart, you know?"
"Valerie…" I sighed, unable to do much more than spread my legs around her hips as we lay in the missionary position. The soft swell of her mound rubbed my pussy as I stroked her back.
"Amy's gonna want to fuck you," she said. "Heather too. Don't let them okay?"
"Ummm…" I smiled, feeling hopelessly confused. I couldn't seem to catch up as I couldn't forget about that stupid camera.
"Just me. Please? Can I be special?"
"You are special," I told her. "You're beautiful, Valerie."
"Do you like me better than Amy?"
"Yeah."
"Really?" She bit her bottom lip and searched my eyes with hers.
"I like you a lot," I agreed. "More than Amy."
"Okay." Valerie smiled, letting out the breath she'd been holding and I found myself being kissed again, the girl's tongue filling my mouth as she hunched her sex against mine.
We made love again, mostly because Valerie left me no choice. I couldn't refuse the girl when she turned around and pushed her sweet pussy against my mouth. She buried her tongue in my pussy at the same time and we spent another twenty minutes or so in a hot sixty-nine that allowed me to forget the camera completely, although it wasn't easy. Knowing that someone, somewhere was capturing our sex on video filled me with trepidation.
Everyone knew about it? I'd been at the school for a month, on the faculty, and I hadn't had a clue! Admittedly, the cameras probably weren't that well hidden, but surely I would have noticed one in my own classroom, wouldn't I? I couldn't be sure and the idea of returning and actually finding one frightened me beyond reason. I could understand having cameras for security, but to not inform a teacher that a camera watched her every move…It sounded positively Orwellian! Big Brother was watching? And not only watching, but selling videos of students naked in school? Sex videos? And parents got a free copy?
I felt dizzy. Again.
"Hmmm…Oops! Sorry to interrupt!" Mr. Steinway said with a chuckle and a rattle of his keys. "Someone locked my door."
"Umph!" I lifted my head a few inches, just enough to look over Valerie's pale, heart-shaped ass.
"Don't mind me!" he said, closing the door behind him. "I just have to catch up on some paperwork."
Valerie didn't seem to mind as she pulled my pussy lips into her mouth with a loud, sloppy sucking noise. She chewed my pussy like bubblegum and wriggled her butt impatiently, rubbing her teenage vulva against my chin and finally my mouth as I dropped my head back to the carpet. She was close to cumming for a third time and I tried to push Mr. Steinway's presence out of my mind as I went back to work on Valerie's small, but very sensitive clitoris.
Her pussy juices covered my face and neck, even my ears were a little wet with her oily cum. My nose could smell nothing but her tart, briny scent. She smelled like oysters to me, which sounds strange and possibly unwelcome, but it was a scent I'd come to appreciate, believe me. Her orgasms weren't bitter at all either, but almost sweet like an over-ripe fruit. I'd been drinking her cum greedily, trying to define the flavor and finally giving up. She tasted like Valerie and that would have to do.
"Ah! Ms. Cormier, I'm glad I caught you…" Mr. Steinway said into his phone. "I'm doing great, thanks…Right…I just wanted to let you know that Mrs. Trotter is working out just fine…Uh-huh…She's in my office at this moment…No, I don't think she's having any problems adjusting…Not at all."
Listening to Mr. Steinway talk on the phone about me had made it very difficult to concentrate on Valerie and by silent agreement we'd decided to take a breather. Valerie rolled off me, flushed and damp with sweat, her face glistening with my pussy juice. She sat up slowly, but I didn't feel like moving for the moment.
"…What's that?…Oh, yes ma'am…She's been setting a perfect example…Right now? Valerie Parker…The sophomore, yes…They were just in a sixty-nine, right here in my office…Oh, uh…Valerie was on top…I'm sure she remembers you too, Ms. Cormier…I'll be sure to let Valerie know…Thank you…It's always a pleasure. Goodbye, Ms. Cormier."
He'd been talking to the District Supervisor and Ms. Cormier had been the woman who'd hired me. She basically ran every public school in the city and I remember thinking she'd looked a little young for the position, but she had the attitude for it, definitely. I remember seeing her thick black hair, perfectly made-up face and blood red fingernails, not to mention the black business suit and patent leather heels. All she'd needed, I thought at the time, was a riding crop and she could have been one of those BDSM women that advertise on the internet. You know, the silly emails that say, "Mistress Satin commands you to visit her website!"
I hate spam.
"Valerie?" Mr. Steinway looked up with a smile. "Ms. Cormier is having a lingerie party on Friday night…"
"At her house?" the girl asked and I blinked at her.
"I believe so," he said. "And she needs someone to entertain her guests. Would you be interested?"
"Yeah," Valerie agreed with a bright smile. "I'll do it! Awesome!"
"Good." Mr. Steinway nodded. "She's very fond of you I think."
"I like her too!" She turned her smile on me raised her eyebrows with obvious excitement. "Ms. Cormier is totally gay."
"She is?" I swallowed hard.
"She has the best parties too! God! I hope it's just me this time."
"Ummm…" I nodded slowly, watching as Valerie started putting her cheer outfit back on.
"Why don't you sit down here, Mrs. Trotter?" The principal gestured to one of the chairs near his desk. "We can have a little chat before you go home for the day."
"Yeah," I said softly, clearing my throat and getting slowly to my feet. I felt only slightly embarrassed, knowing that I was soaked with Valerie's juices as well as my own.
"Don't worry about staining the chair," he said with a chuckle. "That's why I bought leather; it cleans easier."
"Great," I said somewhat sarcastically. "Why are their cameras in the classrooms?"
"That depends on who's asking," he replied as I sat down and crossed my thighs. "If it's CNN or Time magazine, I'd say that the cameras provide additional security for our kids."
"I'm asking."
"If it's the mayor or the city council, the school board, teachers, parents, students…or you, Mrs. Trotter…" he said slowly. "The cameras are an education tool used to promote student social development within the community."
"By making sex videos?" I asked.
"Naked in School videos," he corrected me. "The funding came from the state. It's all perfectly legal."
"What?" I almost laughed, but he seemed to be serious.
"Every school in the state has cameras, June." Mr. Steinway leaned back in his chair. "You know how desperate the school system is for revenue. We kick forty percent upstairs."
"What?"
"It paid for your incentive bonus," he said with a grin. "And next year it'll pay for that big raise we all deserve."
"That's crazy!"
"It's money." He shrugged. "Naked in School videos don't cost hardly anything to make and we sell them for…What is it? Fifty dollars, I believe, and it's all profit."
"But the kids!" I protested. "This is a school. We're supposed to be protecting them."
"The kids?" Principal Steinway looked at Valerie, nearly completely dressed by then. "Tell Mrs. Trotter what this school is."
"You mean a slut factory?" she said with a grin and the man nodded.
"Exactly."
"We're all sluts, Mrs. Trotter," Valerie told me. "It's no big deal."
"You'll understand in a day or two," Mr. Steinway told me. "You're halfway there already."
"Halfway where?" I asked, barely able to breathe the words.
"To being a slut," he said with a shrug. "Why do you think you were hired in the first place?"
"Uh…"
"We had a dozen applicants with more experience than you," he told me. "But none of them possessed your, uh…unique personal qualifications."
"My personal qualifications?"
"Not to mention that body of yours!" Mr. Steinway took a deep breath as he looked me up and down. "You're the real deal, Mrs. Trotter; a beautiful young woman with the heart of a true slut."
"But…"
"We were lucky to get you," he said. "You really could have held out for more money, you know."
"This is crazy!" I said. "You'll never get away with this!"
"Get away with what?" Valerie wondered, looking at me like I was the crazy person.
"With…With…Whatever they're doing!" I said and I realized I didn't even know what we were talking about.
"We'll see you tomorrow, Valerie," Principal Steinway said. "Be careful crossing the street."
"I'll look both ways," she promised with a giggle. "Bye, Mrs. Trotter."
"Good-bye," I said, wondering how the girl couldn't be worried about what she'd just heard.
"She's sweet, isn't she?" Mr. Steinway smiled. "Little girls, God help us all."
"She thinks she's a slut," I said with a frown. "You've brainwashed her or…something."
"She is a slut," he said. "Every one of our female students who go through the Program end up a horny, bisexual fucktoy…Just like you'll be in a day or two."
"Never!" I spat back at him.
"The boys get a slightly different experience out of the Program, as I'm sure you've noticed."
"What do you mean?"
"Peer pressure is a wonderful tool," Mr. Steinway said. "Once it's harnessed and turned in the right direction. Do you know what a girl needs to blossom into a slut?"
"Uhhh…"
"Besides a hard cock, I mean." The man chuckled softly as my face reddened. "Young men with the proper attitude. A misogynist perspective, you might say, but that's such a negative word."
"Misogynist?"
"Girls are made for fucking, June." He gave me a small nod. "You're made for fucking and we need boys who know how to give you exactly what you need."
"Are you saying you've brainwashed the boys too?"
"Oh, come on!" Mr. Steinway made a face at me. "You make it sound as if there's some huge conspiracy here. All we're doing is giving our kids an environment where they can assert their natural desires."
"I don't believe you," I said. "Normal kids don't act like…like this!"
"Well," he shrugged. "They do around here. What can I say?"
"But…"
"And you know what?" he asked with a smile. "The people in this town like their kids that way."
"Where are my clothes?" I asked, realizing I'd never get a straight answer from the man. "I want to get dressed and go home."
"In the filing cabinet," he said, pointing with his finger. "But before you go, would you mind doing me a big favor, June?"
"What? A favor?"
"Just looking at you makes my dick hard as a rock," he told me with an apologetic smile. "Would you mind bending over the desk for me?"
"W-What?" I blinked at the man as he stood up, massaging the obvious lump of hard cock trapped in his trousers.
"I know what you really need, don't worry." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis casually.
"No," I whispered, licking my lips as I stared at seven inches of very thick cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet!
"You want it," Mr. Steinway told me with a soft grunt as he pulled his scrotum free as well. His balls looked huge as they hung obscenely beneath his stiffening prick. Eight inches now…at least.
"I…I'm going home," I reminded myself, feeling my heartbeat quicken and my clitoris throb.
"A woman like you needs all the cock she can get," he said with a chuckle, stroking the shaft and squeezing the smooth glans. A drop of clear precum appeared and I wanted it!
"P-Please…" I'd uncrossed my legs and now I stood on rubbery legs, feeling a desperation growing in my belly. Nine inches of solid penis just waiting for me. I thought it looked beautiful.
"It'll be quick, I promise," Mr. Steinway said. "Just bend over…That's a good girl…See? You don't have anything to worry about."
I wasn't sure why I did as he asked, but as soon as I'd seen the bulge in his pants my pussy had begun to tingle with eager anticipation. My breath caught in my lungs and my heart surged with a shot of adrenalin that made my hands shake and my knees weak. I wanted his cock. The way an alcoholic wants another drink, I had to have it. The tiny muscles in my sex spasmed as I bent over Mr. Steinway's desk, spreading my legs as he walked around it. My cunt quivered and I blinked rapidly as small tears of humiliation filled my eyes. I burned with the shame of knowing I hadn't even tried to refuse him. I wanted to, but the words couldn't escape my confused mind.
"Such a perfect ass," he sighed, standing directly behind me and unzipping his trousers with a slow, teasing sound that made me wag my hips impatiently.
Don't touch me, I thought, but the words came out, "Oh! Fuck me!"
"I will," Mr. Steinway promised. "I'm going to fuck you every day this week, just before you go home to tell your husband all about it."
Wha-What?" I blinked at the man, but all I could see was his penis.
"Henry's a good man," he told me as his cockhead found my slit and he teased me with it. "He knows a good deal when he sees one, June. You don't have to worry about him."
"Ummm…" I tried to stifle the moan of pleasure rising from my throat, but the sensation of a long, fat cock sliding between my pussy lips was too good to ignore.
"Yessss…" he hissed softly, holding my hips as he pushed his cock deeper and like Mr. Clemons, the principal had a generous prick.
"God! Ugh!" I gasped as his cockhead kissed my cervix, finding the bottom of my pussy bruised and altogether too sensitive after the intense fucking I'd taken earlier.
"Not quite as tight as I expected," Mr. Steinway said, sounding almost clinical in his observation. "But not a bad fit, I'd say. How does it feel?"
"Good! Ah! Fuck me! Don't tease me," I begged him as he withdrew half his cock from my hole. "Fuck me hard!"
"Like…This?" he said with a loud grunt, ramming himself balls deep and actually pulling my feet off the floor.
"Ugh! Fuck!" I groaned with a sharp, explosive breath.
The edge of the desk dug into my hips and tummy as I lay nearly horizontal across it. My knees were bent with my feet raised high, nearly reaching Mr. Steinway's shoulders as he plowed my cunt with long, quick strokes. My orgasm was immediate and violent, stealing my senses completely as I slapped the desktop and kicked the air behind me. My pussy clutched the cock inside me, trying to grab the man and hold him deep. When he'd pull back, the sudden emptiness made me moan with frustration.
"Still think we won't…Ugh!…get away with it…Ugh!…Mrs. Trotter?" he teased me and I had no idea what he was talking about.
I didn't care. Nothing mattered but getting fucked. His cock felt nearly as good as Wayne's had, almost as long and just as thick. He stretched my sore pussy the way those dozens of high school boys hadn't and I felt grateful for that. My humiliation had disappeared. My guilt was nowhere to be found. Only Mr. Steinway's massive cock tearing through my dripping cunt to find the pillow of my cervix and make me weep with joy. I must have cum three times, one after another without pause. I could barely breathe and my heart felt ready to burst from my chest.
"Fuck me!" I gasped over and over. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
When Principal Steinway came inside me, I actually felt his cum shooting against my tender flesh. Usually when a guy cums, it doesn't really feel like much of anything, but Mr. Steinway must have been saving a huge load just for me. Perhaps what Valerie had said was true, that he didn't fuck anyone…Until he needed to make a point.
He certainly fucked the hell out of me and I felt like a wrung out rag doll as my fourth and final monster orgasm swept through my feverish mind and shivering body. The heat of his semen filled me with an indescribable warmth that only heightened the experience. Our cum mixed together around his cock as he left himself buried to the hilt inside my sex.
"There…" Mr. Steinway breathed, hunched over me and massaging my shoulders with his gentle hands. "That should keep you satisfied for an hour or two."
"Ohhhh…" I sighed, lying helpless on the man's desk, impaled on his still swollen cock, and floating on a sea of endorphins.
"Don't forget," he told me as he pulled his long cock out of my pussy, slapping it wetly against my ass, "you can change in your classroom tomorrow morning, but come by my office before you go home. I'm going to need that sweet pussy of yours again, I can tell."
"Yeah," I agreed with a shiver and drunken giggle. I'd need to feel that cock inside me again, of that I had no doubt.
I didn't even bother to clean myself up and Principal Steinway only smiled as I pulled on my panties, tugging the panel crotch tight against my cum-filled sex. I remembered the camera suddenly and glanced at it, but I couldn't feel any of my earlier fear. I felt good all over, inside and out. Getting fucked seemed to be exactly what I'd needed to calm me down and I wasn't in any sort of mood to wonder why. I only knew that it was true. Everything else seemed unimportant as I dressed and slowly came back down from the raw euphoria of riding a large cock to orgasm.
"Good-bye, June," Mr. Steinway said pleasantly. "See you tomorrow."
"Alright," I agreed, returning his smile with a small wave.
I left his office and saw Mrs. Watkins grinning at me and I realized she must have heard everything. I'd been very loud at times, begging the principal to fuck me, and I didn't even blush. I smiled back at her, checked my in-box, and left the admin offices. I paused only long enough to get a long, cool drink of water from the drinking fountain. Sex made a girl thirsty, I thought with a giggle.