Chapter 5
Melanie realized she was walking strangely as she made her way down the three flights of stairs to the first floor. Her legs moved with a slight waddle. Her cunt was sore, stretched out. Mark had really fucked her. She could feel his cum oozing slick and sticky between her cuntlips, and her body was still tingling all over from the fucking he'd given her. Despite the sore muscles of her cunt, despite her somewhat labored walking, she felt effervescent and wonderfully relaxed. She couldn't help but smile.
Bill Smith, the principal, caught her before she could make it out the front doors of the school. "Miss Campbell, how did it go today?"
"Again, just fine," Melanie said.
"No problems?"
"None whatsoever."
"I'm happy to hear that. You must have a natural knack for teaching. That group of yours has been--until now, anyway--the most unruly batch of youngsters ever to pass through this school."
"They haven't given me any problems," Melanie said.
"Well, fine," the principal said. "Glad to hear it. Now, about that drink together we talked about yesterday. In fact, how about you joining me in my office for a drink right now?"
"Well--" The principal took Melanie's hand. "This way, my dear. No hemming and hawing. There's no time like the present, I always say."
Instead of leading Melanie to his office by the way of the administrative offices, Bill Smith took her down the school's main, first-floor hallway, then down an inconspicuous side hallway, at the end of which he ushered Melanie through a door.
"My private entrance and exit," he said.
Inside his air-conditioned office, the principal locked both the door through which they'd entered and the door that led to the administrative offices. He pulled the drapes, shutting out all but a narrow shaft of afternoon sunshine, then punched his intercom. "Doris, I'm officially gone for the day. Absolutely no calls, and no interruptions of any kind. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," came the secretary's voice through the intercom.
Bill Smith loosened his tie and pulled it off. He smiled at Melanie. "Relax, Miss Campbell and make yourself comfortable. Please have a seat."
Melanie sat on a leather-upholstered couch. The principal unlocked a cabinet behind his desk and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of wine. He worked a corkscrew into the bottle top and popped the cork, then filled both glasses. He handed Melanie a glass and took a seat next to her on the couch.
"To my new teacher," he said, toasting Melanie.
"Thank you," Melanie said. "To my new principal."
They eyed each other over the tops of their glasses as they drank.
Melanie knew what was happening. The throbbing bulge in the principal's dress trousers, the indiscreet way he looked down her blouse, his flushed face--were all clear indications of the principal's intent. The man radiated lust like electricity, and Melanie found her cuntlips tightening and her heart pounding faster. She could still feel Mark's veiny teenage cock sliding between her pussylips, and although she'd come with his cock inside her, her cunt wasn't anywhere near being satisfied. She wanted more, needed more, and she knew where she was going to get it.
"Do you mind if I remove my shoes, Mr. Smith?"
"By all means, go ahead," the principal said. "Whatever makes you comfortable. And remember, my name is Bill, not Mr. Smith."
"Thank you," Melanie said. "Bill."
"That's better." The principal sipped his wine, watching her take off her shoes. "You have lovely feet, Melanie."
Melanie laughed. She held up her glass for more wine and the principal filled it nearly to the brim.
"I'm glad to see you so relaxed," said the principal. "Often my new teachers are so--how do the kids say it? Uptight! They act as if I'm going to bite their heads off if they say the wrong thing around me. Do I look like a monster to you, Melanie?"
Melanie was starting to feel tipsy on the wine. "Of course not, Bill. You look like a puppy-dog."
They both laughed, and the principal poured them both more wine. They drank, looking each other over.
The principal set down his glass and lifted Melanie's bare feet into his lap. "How would you like a foot massage, Melanie?"
"I'd love it," Melanie said, wiggling her toes as the principal's thumbs started to rub up and down her insteps, as his fingers kneaded gently into her soles, as he stroked and pulled on her toes. "You have talented hands, Bill."
"Thank you," the principal said, his face turning redder by the moment as he massaged her naked feet. The bulge in his pants throbbed visibly.
Melanie felt waves of pleasure flow through her feet and up her legs. Her cuntlips swelled and tightened, and her slacks began to feel unbearably constricting. Despite the air conditioning, a fine sweat misted her forehead. Her tits swelled, straining the buttons of her blouse. She set her wine glass down and stretched, in the process brushing her pointed toes against the principal's bulge.
"I think I'm getting drunk," Melanie said. "I hope you'll excuse me, Bill, but sometimes when I've had too much to drink I say and do things that embarrass people."
"Don't worry," the principal said. "Nothing embarrasses me." His hands slid rhythmically up and down her feet. "Nothing at all."
Melanie sighed. The throbbing of her cunt grew maddening. As more wine seeped into her blood stream, she felt wicked and daring, and she decided she wasn't going to play games with the man. He knew what he wanted, and she knew what she wanted, so she planted her feet firmly against his cock and started massaging it with her toes.
"Take that big thing out," she said. "I wanna see it."
The chubby principal panted as if he were having a heart attack. His hands trembled as he opened his pants and pulled out his throbbing prick. As Melanie had guessed, it was a big cock, though not quite as large as Mark's. She rolled it between her bare feet and massaged it with her toes.
"It's so hot and hard," Melanie said.
The principal gasped as her toes stroked his pronghead and manipulated the sensitive shaft-skin near the head. Lube bubbled from his pisshole, getting Melanie's toes slippery and sticky. Feeling naughty, she lifted one of her feet to the man's mouth and shoved her lube-dripping toes to his lips. The principal greedily sucked her toes, eating his cockjuice off them.
"I'm so hot!" Melanie said. "Mind if I take off my clothes, Bill?"
"Take 'em off!" the principal said. "Oh, honey, yes, take 'em all off!"
He stood up and began to clumsily remove his own clothes.
Melanie peeled off her slacks, then her blouse. The principal's eyes nearly popped out when he saw that she wasn't wearing panties or a bra. Naked, she stretched out her smooth legs along the leather seat cushions and rested her back against the pillowed armrest. The leather felt like smooth, warm skin under her flesh.
The flabby principal looked down at her and rapidly jerked on his cock. He had a paunchy belly and drooping asscheeks, but his large cock and fat balls made up for his lacking physique. Except for his cock and balls, he'd gone to pot, probably because his cock and balls were the only part of his body he exercised regularly. Melanie compared his body to those of the muscular teenage studs in her art class and she almost laughed. But then her eyes focused on his rigid, vein-bulging, lube-dripping cock, and on his throbbing, hairy, spunk-swollen balls, and her cunt contracted with lust. She wanted him.
"It's gorgeous," she said, reaching for his cock. "And I bet you know how to use it."
"Lecherous little mink!" the principal said. "You're as wicked as the girls in this school. I am shocked, Miss Campbell!" He wouldn't let her touch his cock. He sat on the couch and stroked down her legs, massaging her inner thighs, rubbing his fingers up and down her cunt-slit, getting his fingertips frothy with her fuckjuices--a mixture of pussycream and Mark Kelly's teen spunk.
Melanie squirmed, her toes curling, her ass wiggling against the leather couch seat. The principal masturbated himself as he played with her pussy, rubbing her clit with his thumb, working his middle finger up into her crotch-hole.
"Oooooh!" Melanie's eyes rolled back. She arched up, fucking her cunthole on the principal's fucking middle finger.
"I love to see a woman feeling good," said the principal. He rammed his finger into her deeper, reaming her out, probing the sensitive, juicy crevices of her sizzling pussyhole.
"Fuck me!" Melanie gasped. "Shove your big cock into me and fuck me!"
The principal slipped his finger out of her, shoved it into his mouth and sucked off her juices. He smacked his lips and licked them clean. He pulled on Melanie's thighs, sliding her down so she lay flat out on the couch seat. Then he hooked the backs of her knees over his shoulders and mounted her, guiding his cock into position between her cuntlips, settling down on top of her and forcing his cock up her cunt.
"Ahhhh!" he groaned, his balls squashed to her crotch, his cock buried to the hilt in her sizzling fuckhole.
Melanie's knees were crushed against her shoulders. Her ass had lifted up off the couch. Pussycream and Mark Kelly's jism oozed from her cock-stuffed cunt and dribbled down her asscrack as the principal began to slide his cock in and out.
"Ohhhhh dooo it!" Melanie moaned. "Fuck me!"
As the man's hot cock plunged in her pussy, electricity pulsed through her loins, streamed through her body, tingled her toes and nipples. Fuckjuices trickled down her asscrack, down her lower back, onto the leather seat-cushion. The smell of pussycream and spunk scented the air.
The principal grunted, driving his cock in and out, flapping his hairy balls against her crotch. He licked her face, sucked her nose, kissed her. His fat tongue flopped into her mouth, dripping spit down her throat. His cock made plooshing, squishing sounds in her spunk-filled cunt.
"Juicy girl!" he panted. "I love a juicy girl!"
Melanie enjoyed being called a girl. She tightened her cunt around the man's sliding prong, giggling as his eyes almost popped out from the pleasure she gave him. She felt tiny under his heaving bulk, imagined herself to be a young girl like Bridget getting worked over by a hairy beast of a man.
"Fuck me, you big horny bastard!" she growled. "Give it to me, you smelly old goat!"
"Yesssss!" the principal hissed. "Oh, honey! Hot little bitch!"
The office filled with the sounds of their fucking: Flesh slapping against flesh. Heavy breathing. Grunts and groans and whispers. Hard cock plunging in a juicy, hard-sucking cunt.
"Baby, I'm gonna come!" the principal gasped. "I can't hold--" His words became a groan as the jism spurted from his flexing cock. "Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!"
Melanie chewed his lips, wiggled her ass and fucked his sliding, jizz-squirting cock. She felt the hot splashes in her womb-mouth, felt each quiver and jerk of the man's spasming cock. Grinding her pussy madly on his bucking prong, she brought herself off, and she groaned as the orgasmic thrills exploded in her loins.
"Ohhhh yesss!" she moaned. "Mmmmm, baaabyyy!"
She rocked her hips, trying to suck the big cock deeper into her cunt. She reached up, clawing the man's hairy shoulders, raking her fingernails down his hairy back. He was an old, paunchy gorilla, but she loved lying under him, loved being pinned under him and fucked to ecstasy by his big, spurting cock.
The principal's humping slowed and his cock softened inside her. He eased his cock out of her, dripping a few drops of jism onto her upturned ass. He sat back on the couch, sweating and panting. Melanie lowered her legs and laid them across the principal's thighs. She sighed, rubbing her pussy-mound, enjoying the last tingles of orgasmic sensation that needled her clit.
The principal put his hand to his chest. "Oh my! Oh my dear, I haven't had a fuck like that in--well, in quite a while!"
Probably not for a few hours, anyway, Melanie mused. She'd heard about principals like Mr. Bill Smith--principals who got their cocks into every female teacher and schoolgirl they could possibly seduce.
Melanie spread her legs, draping one leg over the top of the couch, letting the other leg hang onto the floor. Cum oozed from between her blond-furred cuntlips, and the principal licked his lips at the sight of her creamy, half-open crotch. His cock swelled again, and he squeezed it, sliding his hand up and down along its hardening shaft.
"Honey, I'd like to give you a blow job," he said. "How would you like that? Do you like a tongue in your pussy, girl?"
A rush of tingles made Melanie's cunt contract and she sighed. "It's all yours, Bill."
The principal's hand quickened on his cock. He stroked Melanie's smooth legs, slid his hand up to her crotch and slipped his middle finger up her cunt. He smiled as Melanie squirmed. His right hand jerked up and down his cock. He slipped his finger out of Melanie and sucked it clean.
"Would you mind getting up on the desk?" he said. "I'd love to see you on all fours." He took Melanie's hand and helped her to her feet. He felt up her tits and kissed her, then slapped her playfully on the ass. "Up on the desk, bitch-girl."
Melanie giggled. Cum dribbled from her pussy and down her legs as she mounted the desk, positioning herself on her hands and knees as the principal wanted.
"What a marvelous body!" the principal said. He stroked her back and ass, slipped his hand down and prodded her heavy-hanging tits, making them swing. "What a gorgeous bitch! I'm going to lick you all over."
Melanie could hardly keep her hands off her cunt as the panting, grunting principal began to lick her feet. His tongue slurped between and over her toes. He licked her soles, her ankles and calves, licked his way up her thighs and slurped all over her ass.
"Lick me!" Melanie gasped, squirming under the incessant lapping of the man's hot, dripping tongue. "All over! Oh yes!"
The principal growled as if he were going to devour her. He lapped at her back, licked down her flanks and shoved his head under her to lick her belly. His tongue probed her navel.
"Suck my tits!" she moaned.
The principal devoured Melanie's nipples one at a time, sucking and tonguing them, making her cunt contract and the cum bubble from her well-creamed cunthole. Warm gobs of slimy spunk slid down the insides of her thighs.
The principal moved back behind Melanie. "What a luscious ass!"
He kissed her ass, nuzzled her asscrack and licked up and down it, probed her asshole with his tongue. His tongue slipped up her asshole, licking it out.
Melanie moaned, grinding her ass in the principal's face. "Lick it! Eat it!"
The principal growled, sucking, twisting his tongue in her asshole. Melanie watched him over her shoulder. His hand jerked nonstop on his cock as he rimmed her. He pulled his tongue out of her asshole and nuzzled down her crotch-slabs.
"Juicy bitch!" he mumbled. "Mmmmm, mmmm!"
He slurped and sucked, eating his own cum out of Melanie's cunt. He licked down her legs, lapping up the cum that had dribbled down them. Then he moved back up, rubbing his nose up and down between her blonde cuntlips.
"Lick it!" Melanie gasped. "Make me come!"
The man was driving her crazy. If she didn't come soon she would tear her hair out with frustration.
The principal lapped like a dog, his fat tongue slurping from one end of her cunt to the other, then continuing up and cleaning out her ass-cleft. Melanie rubbed her ass in his face, trying to entice him to lick faster, deeper, harder.
"Eat me!" she moaned. "Eat meeee!"
"Horny slut!" The principal growled like a dog, devouring her crotch, sucking her clit, fucking his tongue in and out of her cunt-hole. "Horny fucking bitch slut!"
"Yes!" Melanie panted. "Yes--yes--yesss!"
The man's dirty talk excited her. The pleasure whirled through her loins, tightened in her cunt.
The man mashed his face to her upturned ass and crotch, grinding his nose in her pussy, washing his face in cum and female juices. He sucked and slurped, kissed and gnawed. His right hand was a blur on his cock. He rammed his tongue up Melanie's cunt, jabbing at her most sensitive spot.
"Eeeeeh!" Melanie squealed. "Uhhhh!"
Churning her ass, grinding her cunt in the man's face, she went into spasms.
"Beautiful!" the principal growled, devouring her spasming cunt, sucking up the juices that gushed out of her. "Mmmmmn, honey!"
"Eat--my--cunt!" Melanie groaned. "Ohhh!"
She wished the principal could shove his whole head up her spasm-racked cunt. She wanted to feel him eating out her womb.
The man's tongue shot electricity into her. He grunted, and hot spurts of his jism splashed on the soles of Melanie's feet, against the backs of her legs. She looked over her shoulder and watched the man come, delighting in the sight of his white spunk squirting from his pisshole and creaming her flesh.
"Squirt it!" she gibbered. "Oh, honey!"
The principal was still milking the last drops of cum from his prong when he slipped his tongue out of Melanie's pussy and moved down to lick his cum off her legs and feet. Melanie wiggled her toes as he slurped the cum from between them.
"You shoot a lot, Bill," she said. "Like a teenager."
The principal grinned up at her. "If a man keeps in shape he can come like a boy when he's a hundred. Exercise it or lose it is what I say."
"Looks like you've been giving it lots of exercise," Melanie said.
"As much as I can get away with," the principal said.