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Scenario: Kathleen Robertson is seventeen and still in Highschool…
SCHOOL by 6of49
When the bell finally sounded Kathleen Robertson sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Kathleen had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.
The other students filed out quickly. Kathleen lingered and approached the teacher’s desk as if to ask a question.
“Mr. Thompson, I have this problem.”
“Yes, Miss Robertson. What is it?”
His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was coming. It was the same every Wednesday. The young girl set her textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on the side opposite the classroom door.
“It’s this. I just can’t get it into my head,” Kathleen said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the teacher’s crotch. Fred Thompson gasped but did not move away. She was happy to feel that his prick was already half-erect, and jerking under her hand. The classroom was empty though the door was still open, but Mr. Thompson’s back was turned towards the hallway and Kathleen was almost completely hidden from any passers-by.
She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing it warmly through his impeccable flannels.
“It’s just so hard to swallow something like this,” she whispered, giving it an extra squeeze. It was a lie. In fact Kathleen loved to swallow her history teacher’s cock, and had been enthusiastically doing so since the second week of school. Mr. Thompson’s prick seemed just made for sucking, unlike those of some of her other teachers. It was not too big, but it had a large round knob on the end that fit right into Kathleen’s mouth like a ripe, juicy plum.
Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into his fly. Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on Wednesdays, though he hadn’t at first. Kathleen remembered how much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to extricate his half-swollen cock from his pants. But this time it popped out easily, as if eager for what was to come. More eager than its owner it seemed. Mr. Thompson gulped noisily.
“Uh . . . Uh , the door, Miss Robertson. Shouldn’t we . .
Kathleen usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today she couldn’t wait to taste his prick, and she liked the excitement of knowing that they might be discovered at any time.
Greedily she spread her lips over the the red knob of his now completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar affection. Then she began to lick at it avidly. The teacher instinctively pushed forward with his hips and that big round morsel slipped easily between Kathleen’s welcoming lips. He gripped her head and began to push it in and out of her mouth, but timidly, with short hesitant strokes, while Kathleen sucked vigorously.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his cock planted deep in Kathleen’s mouth.
“Please, Miss Robertson . . . Kathleen! Oh God! Someone’s coming. Stop it, please. We can’t. Not here.”
Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away from his crotch, but Kathleen would have none of it. She bit down with her teeth–not hard enough to hurt him but firmly enough to remind him that she could if she wanted. With her teeth pressed firmly against the flesh of his trembling shaft, it was impossible for him to pull its swollen knob through them. Kathleen was not going to give up her lollipop no matter who was coming.
The footsteps paused at the doorway. A cheery female voice called out:
“Good night, Fred. Working late?”
It was Miss Renwick, the principal’s secretary. Kathleen knew that she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson. All the girls whispered about it in the washroom.
Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his shoulder. His body was held in position by Kathleen’s tenacious mouth on his cock.
“Uh, oh, yes. Miss . . . uh . . Renwick. Some things I have to finish up.”
“You’re too dedicated, Fred. You should relax and have some fun sometime too.”
Kathleen began to move her head slightly, rubbing her tongue over the round head of Fred Thompson’s cock, still careful not to let him pull out. She was very excited. While she had often been watched while she sucked or fucked, this was different because it was secret. She could just imagine the furor that would ensue if they were discovered. Mr. Thompson must have been imagining the same thing, for his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her mouth. Kathleen was determined to remedy that situation and she went to work with her tongue. Seeing that Fred Thompson, for some strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her, Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and puzzled.
As soon as she had gone Kathleen began sucking in earnest on her teacher’s cock. He was so dazed and frightened by their close call that he hardly moved. But Kathleen didn’t mind that. She was quite willing to do all the work when it came to sex, for it seemed to her impossible that the other person or persons could be experiencing even a tiny fraction of the indescribable pleasure she drew from her sexual acts. She was even grateful that men like Mr. Thompson let her suck on their cocks almost whenever she wanted. So, in taking her pleasure, she tried to give them as much in return as she could, even though she knew it could not possibly match hers.
Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the teacher’s hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as she plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft. The huge knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more than men with much larger cocks did. Kathleen could hardly wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into her belly.
“Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Kathleen, Ooooh! this is madness! Anyone could come!”
Especially us, thought Kathleen to herself as with a final burst of suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous climax. He moaned and clutched her head, pulling her against him, finally giving way to his passion as his come poured into her mouth. Kathleen held his spurting cock prisoner within the velvet trap of her mouth and gulped down every drop of that wonderful liquid. She continued sucking gently even after it was all gone, feeling his once proud prick shrink between her lips. Finally she let the limp organ slip out of her mouth. Mr. Thompson quickly stuffed it back into his pants.
“Kathleen, this is mad! Why are you tormenting me like this? It can’t go on this way. Not here, in the school. Why won’t you come home with me instead. Louise Renwick almost caught us there. You should have at least waited for me to close the door. It would have been the end. My job. My career.”
“Your cock!” Kathleen replied, laughing and licking her lips. “But I couldn’t wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Wednesday afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick. Then I just have to have it right away. Besides, maybe Miss Renwick wouldn’t have been as shocked as you think. She might even have wanted to be in my place.”
But Fred Thompson wasn’t listening. The pressure in his balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from the school quickly before someone asked him what he was doing in an empty classroom after hours with a nubile young junior-high student. He grabbed his books and rushed for the safety of the teachers’ room, telling himself that he must put a stop to it, but knowing that he would be there again after school next Wednesday. It was madness but he couldn’t resist what little Kathleen and her talented mouth could do for him.
Kathleen watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement. It was always like this, but she didn’t feel offended. She had got what she wanted from him. Her pussy still itched but she had the delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to savour until she could find someone to poke his prick between her legs. That wouldn’t take long, she knew; it never did.
Licking her lips one last time, Kathleen gathered up her books and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into the janitor who was sweeping the floor with a push broom. He was a small, elderly man, little more than half the height of the broom. Vito Mascalla was his name. He hardly spoke English, but three of his children were attending university. He was a quiet little man, grey-haired and gentle, and Kathleen liked him very much. She often stopped to chat with him about his family. He frowned on seeing a student there so late; it usually meant some prank was going to be played. But when he recognized Kathleen his face brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.
“Oh Miss Kathleen. Hello. You are good?”
Very good! thought Kathleen, though some people might call it bad.
“Hi, Mr. Mascalla. How’s everything? Come stai?”
“Bene, bene, grazie. I mean very good. My son Rico, he just get marry.”
“I know. You told me. Last week, wasn’t it? Did he go away on a honeymoon?”
“Away? Yes, to Italy. To my village. But I got pictures of wedding. You like to see, Miss Kathleen?”
“I’d love to Mr. Mascalla.”
“They just downstairs. You come. I show.”
He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs. Kathleen followed, a bit reluctantly. She had hoped that he would have the pictures with him. Now it would be a little longer before she could find someone to scratch the itch in her pussy. But she was really pleased to see the little old man so happy and she wanted to share his joy with him.
As she followed the janitor down the two flights of stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Kathleen found herself suddenly thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different terms than before. She thought of his three sons and four daughters; she remembered that his wife had died last year. He had fathered at least seven children. Now he was alone. He had a cock. Kathleen suddenly decided that she wanted it. It surprised her that she hadn’t thought of having him fuck her already. There were very few men in the school that she had missed, but she was sure this oversight would soon be remedied.
They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor had fitted up as an “office”. Innumerable pictures of his family filled the wall over the bare and rickety table that served as a desk. Beside it was a heap of plastic garbage bags stuffed with some of the waste paper generated by a school.
The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and handed it to Kathleen. As she leafed through it, uttering the appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already well-thumbed. Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.
“She is very beautiful, your son’s wife. He is very lucky. And your son is very handsome too. But you look best of all in your new suit, Mr. Mascalla.”
“Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss Kathleen?”
“I can see that you were’t comfortable in it. It was too tight here, wasn’t it?”
To the old man’s shock and amazement, Kathleen–that sweet young girl–reached out and pressed her hand over his crotch. He tried to jump back but he was caught in front of the desk and couldn’t escape her determined hand. She maintained the pressure, moving her fingers down until she cupped his balls. He could hardly speak.
“Miss Kathleen! What you do? No! No! Not nice. Don’t, please.”
“Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla. Your prick. I can feel that it’s very nice. You made all your children with it, and now your son is using his and putting it inside his wife to make grandchildren for you. Wouldn’t you like to put it in me, too, like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing right now with his new wife? I’d like it very much, Mr. Mascalla. Won’t you do it just for me?”
She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all over the bulge of flesh at his crotch. The poor old man was frightened to death. Kathleen released her hold on his prick and quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She wore no bra. Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled out of it, making her round, firm titties bounce. Only her tiny pink bikini panties remained. In a few seconds they were on the floor on top of the skirt.
The janitor was incredulous. Never would he have believed it. He didn’t even believe it now; it couldn’t be happening. This must all be some strange joke or dream. Such a beautiful and sweet young girl, naked in front of him. And she had touched his cazzo, like a putana, a whore, but she wasn’t one. She was the nicest person in the school. His confused mind couldn’t reconcile these two opposites.
“Here, Mr. Mascalla, don’t these feel nice. They’re only small now, but soon they’ll be bigger and you can feel them then too. Your hands feel so good on me.”
She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them against her titties. They were not at all small, and for a thirteen-year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy. His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her erecting nipples. Kathleen took advantage of the old man’s shock to reach down and undo his belt with her skilled and practiced fingers. Doing so pushed her titties harder against his palms. She was pleased to feel some resistance. He was pushing back, at least a little.
In a few seconds the old man’s trousers fell to the floor. A moment later Kathleen was pushing his underwear down his thighs. His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the young girl was delighted to see it. It was huge. Almost as fat as his arm, maybe even thicker, even though it was still soft. It looked so strange hanging from such a small man.
“Oh, Mr. Mascalla! It’s lovely! You have such a beautiful prick. No wonder you have such fine children. Oh, if only I’d known I would have done this long ago. Why didn’t you tell me? Oh, if only you knew how much I love cocks like yours!”
She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little man, took his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking kiss right on its head.
“Oh no! Oh Miss Kathleen. Don’t, please! No. Not good. Not right. Is a sin.”
Never had anything like this ever happened to him. It was unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a cazzo. Only putanas did that. He couldn’t let this young girl do such an awful thing, even if it did send a surge of excitement through his frail body. But Kathleen paid him no attention. She wrapped her young lips around his swelling cock-head and, under her expert oral ministrations, his enormous organ slowly began to swell even larger. She paused from time to time to whisper her admiration and to talk about the children he had made with it. That seemed to stimulate something deep inside him, for she felt his cock jerk and throb each time she spoke, and it was always a little harder and a little bigger when she took it back in her mouth again.
Kathleen couldn’t wait any longer. The itch in her pussy was turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have this wonderful prick inside her. With her hands tightly locked around the shaft of the janitor’s now almost gigantic cock, she pulled him with her as she moved backwards towards the piles of garbage bags.
“Come here! Please, Mr. Mascalla. Put your big cock in me like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing to his wife now. I want you to do it so much, Mr. Mascalla. Please give me your cock.”
She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling his frail body with her. His pants were still around his ankles and he tripped and fell on top of her. Kathleen groaned as his giant club slammed against her belly while his face landed on the tender mass of her titties. She quickly reached down with one hand to position his great tool where it would do the most good for her, while her other arm wrapped around his neck, pressing his face into her breast. When his cockhead was positioned at the mouth of her hungry pussy, it seemed to sink right in, slowly and naturally, with no effort on his part. In a moment Kathleen felt it buried deep within her and she sighed in glorious contentment. She hadn’t had a cock in her pussy since her Chemistry teacher had fucked her in the lab store-room at lunch time. She lifted her legs and pulled the janitor’s long cock even further into her, squeezing his throbbing shaft with her caressing cunt muscles. Then she whispered in his ear.
“Love me now, Mr. Mascalla. Love me with your prick. Fuck me with your big cock!”
Something inside the little man’s mind snapped, some bond of restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young peasant who had wooed and won the prettiest girl in his village. With a groan of anguished pleasure he pulled back and began to drive his great pole into into Kathleen’s welcoming cunt, sinking right to the balls each time. His energy and strength amazed the young girl, and she exploded into climax after climax as he pounded his prick into her. He was muttering in Italian as his giant cock spoke to her happy pussy in the international language of fucking.
Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her and began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep, so deep that she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson’s juices still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then the old man collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing into her sweaty titties. Kathleen held him gently until his breathing calmed, murmuring her appreciation in his ear.
“Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock filled me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I just want to do it over and over again with you. I hope you’ll let me, Mr. Mascalla.”
The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Kathleen gently rolled him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick his shrinking cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and greedily sucking up the last few drops of gism that still oozed from its tip.
“Miss Kathleen, I . . .”
“No, don’t say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was wonderful. You did me such a big favour. I hope it was as nice for you.”
She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in bewildered admiration as she dressed.
As she started to pull on her panties, she had second thoughts. They would only get in the way, she said to herself. For a long time her mother had been surprised at how quickly Kathleen’s panties seemed to disappear from the lingerie drawer. Whenever she could, Kathleen liked to go without them, and she didn’t always remember to stuff them into her purse or pocket when she took them off. And often she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs. This she did now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla’s lovely prick before she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back again soon to see this dear little old man with the big prick, but now she was looking for other adventures before she had to be home for supper.
Kathleen reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh’s variety store before he closed. Pop carried everything in his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Kathleen had an agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she needed them to appease her mother’s curiosity. Pop had even ordered in a whole gross of Kathleen’s brand of panties especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.
While a happy and satisfied Kathleen climbed the stairs from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.
“Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson. Marcella’s gone off and just dropped everything. I almost killed myself on the damn thing. Have you seen him anywhere?”
“The janitor? No, I haven’t. He must be downstairs.”
“Well, I’m going to find him and give him a piece of my mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I’ll talk to the Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go along, Fred, I’m going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a good night.”
“Good night, sir.”
Kathleen easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Kathleen was worried. She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal who had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to handle him.
The vice-principal started down the stairs with the abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight of Kathleen.
“Young lady, have you seen the janitor?”
“No sir, Mr. Cummings.”
“Oh, it’s you, Miss Robertson. I didn’t recognize you.”
His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over his shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.
“Please, sir. I need to see you. It’s important. It’s about last week.”
George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered last week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking himself for having been so indiscreet, or relishing the memory of what had happened in his office. Kathleen had come to see him for some reason he couldn’t remember and somehow–he still wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened–he had soon found himself with his cock inside the young girl, screwing her on his desk. Though often tempted, it was the first time he had ever succumbed to the seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was constantly surrounded.
But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as Kathleen. He had never seen anything like her combination of girlish innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really worried. What did she have to say to him? She couldn’t be pregnant; it was much too early to know that. Maybe she had told her parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to keep quiet about it. You never could tell with these little bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at the thought. He stood still with countless nameless fears running through his head, and a current of sexual energy through his body.
Kathleen continued up the stairs until she was standing just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his crotch level. For the third time in little more than half an hour she reached out and squeezed a man’s prick through his pants.
“I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again.”
Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at discovering that she wasn’t here to cry or complain or try to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously, afraid that someone might see or hear. Kathleen squeezed again at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned abruptly, still holding onto the broom.
“Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my office!”
Kathleen contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time being and she was going to get fucked again.
As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her. Kathleen squirmed away. She didn’t even like the man–he was the school disciplinarian–so she was certainly not going to kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she weanted to tease him a bit.
“I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry. I can’t wait.”
“Don’t worry, you little cunt. You’ll see it soon enough, and feel it, too. So last week wasn’t enough, eh? You want more?”
“I always want more, Mr. Cummings,” said Kathleen sweetly and truthfully.
Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes, slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell again. While she watched him struggle, Kathleen sat calmly in his chair, behind the desk where he had screwed her the week before. She threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen from Mr. Mascalla’s fucking. The sight made it even more difficult for him.
“Shit! You’re really going to get it, you little bitch!”
Idly, almost casually, Kathleen reached out and grabbed the broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when they came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the process, until it lay in front of her. Then slowly, deliberately, she pulled the end of the handle to her gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down until it to shone with her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into her bottomless pussy.
“Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your cock in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock is even harder than this. I just know I’ll love it.”
Cummmings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this fuckable seventeen-year old girl actually screwing herself with a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny, fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally stripped off his pants.
Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as long and thin as Kathleen had remembered, and the sight of her fucking her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought him to a state of excitement he hadn’t known for years.
“Come here, Sir. Let me taste it.”
“Damn right, you’ll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck ity! Suck my cock!”
Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn’t going to stop fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom handle, straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both of Kathleen’s hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she just smiled and pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock towards her mouth. Kathleen eagerly opened her lips to suck it in, licking and caressing it with her tongue until she was sure it was as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom handle. Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at the vice-principal’s hips and pull his prick even further into her throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs, still caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of gravity and her clenching muscles pushed it out of her and it clattered to the floor. As it fell Kathleen suddenly pulled back her head from his engorged prong.
“Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard.”
“O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there where I can get at it.”
Kathleen quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge of the big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the wildly aroused vice-principal. In a moment he was doing just what she asked for, sinking his long pole deep into her pussy, still slippery and quivering from the effects of the broom and the copious juices the little janitor had deposited there. But it was not exactly what she wanted.
“No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place. I want to feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the ass, please!”
“Fuck!” cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny openeing of her asshole just above it. He didn’t believe it. This little cunt wanted him to screw her in the ass. He had never done such a thing, though he had often imagined it as he watched the young students in their tight jeans; and he had once tried it with his wife but it had hurt both of them too much. But Kathleen! Kathleen’s delicious ass! The very idea made his cock jump deep inside her cunt. It would tear her apart. Feeling his cock throb with renewed excitement Kathleen began to fear that he might come in her pussy before she got what she wanted.
“Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, fuck my ass!”
“Damn fucking right, I’ll fuck your ass, you little cock-teaser. And you won’t be able to sit down for a month!”
The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to take forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It took a real effort of will on his part to pull it that last couple of inches so that it popped out into the air again. Even Kathleen moaned in involuntary distress. But her moans turned to sighs of contentment as she felt him awkwardly placing the head of his cock at the wrinkled brown entrance to her intestines. He couldn’t believe it would go in there, it seemed so tiny and tight, but something was driving him to try.
“Oh my yes! That’s it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!”
“Fuck!” he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not caring what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone with lust to consider the consequences. His cock-head pressed painfully against her tight little opening, sliding away along the sweaty crack. “How do you like that, you little bitch?”
“Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push hard, Sir. Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!”
Something inside him wanted to punish this young girl for putting him in this position. Something else in him just wanted to bury his cock as far into her ass as it would go. He held his shaft in position and shoved forward, feeling the knob of his cock flatten painfully against the tiny opening. But Kathleen squirmed her ass and pushed back at the same time with such force that before he quite knew what had happened, his long cock was sunk half-way into her ass and he could feel the tight hot sheath squeezing down on him.
He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he pulled back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help him thrust. In a few seconds he was completely buried in her, the firm round cheeks of her ass pressed against his belly. Frantically he pulled his shirt aside so he could feel her flesh on his. Then he began sawing in and out of her with great, driving strokes, overwhelmed by the tightness and the heat and the strength with which Kathleen clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the very idea of what he was doing.
Kathleen squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of that long rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her ass muscles, gasping in delight as he drove into her over and over again. It was so good. It was always so good when she had a cock in her, no matter where. She came with a series of small explosions that made her asshole clutch convulsively at the cock that filled it. Cummings was so incredibly excited, and Kathleen’s ass was much too tight, for him to last long, and in less than two minutes he collapsed panting onto her back. His weight pressed her titties cruelly against his desk as his cock throbbed and squirted its load deep into her bowels. Kathleen moaned and came again as she felt him shoot, then she gently squeezed his shrinking cock in gratitude.
When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk, at the round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained and streaked cock. He couldn’t believe it; it couldn’t have happened. But he was even more shocked and incredulous when the young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him, reaching out for his now limp prick. Then she fell to her knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock.
“Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so good. Your cock fit so nice in my behind. But it got all dirty there, so I’m going to clean it off.”
“Shit, girl! You can’t! What the fuck? It’s . . . that’s filthy!”
“I know. That’s why I like it so much!”
And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion at the thought, he could not resist. Kathleen licked avidly at his cock, searching out every speck of flavour, taking it inside her warm mouth again and washing it with her tongue. And while she sucked and licked she spoke to him, and in those few minutes she made him realize that she would love to let him drive his long prick into her asshole, cunt, or mouth again, but that Mr. Mascalla was her very dear friend, and if he lost his job she would be so sad that she might not want to fuck the vice-principal again, ever.
A shaken Mr. Cummings slowly pulled on his trousers again as Kathleen bounced out of his office, her bare ass flashing under her short skirt. Kathleen continued on out of the school. Temporarily, at least, her itches had been scratched. Besides, she was sure that there was no one else left in the building. It had been a nice end to her school day. Now she had to stop by Pop’s to pick up a spare pair of panties to replace the ones she had left in the boiler-room. Not that she would put them on, though; it was still a long walk home, and who knew how many nice cocks she might run into–or have run into her–on the way.
There’s more to come…