Chapter 10
Two days later Mr. Fletcher, the vice-principal, called her into his office after school. He wanted a brief talk with her, he said. He wanted to find out how she was enjoying teaching and this school in particular. But as soon as the door was closed behind her, his smile faded and he sat staring at her without warmth. Sitting opposite him, she felt as if she were being interviewed for the job all over again.
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Fletcher?" she asked pleasantly. "Isn't my work satisfactory?"
"Your work, as far as I know, is quite adequate," he answered humorlessly. "But we both know, don't we Tricia, that teaching involves so much more than simple classroom activity."
What the hell was he going on about, Tricia wondered, gazing at him. He must be near fifty, she mused, but he wasn't bad looking. He was trim and dark and had a sexy mustache. It was too bad that he always wore suits which made him look like a used-car salesman. She found herself trying to remember what he had worn the night of his party, when she'd first met Charlie Peters.
"It involves setting an example. It involves being on your best behavior at all times. The boys and girls have to look up to you."
Tricia began to feel like a schoolgirl, herself, as his lecture droned on. He really was talking down to her, as if she were a child. There might be nearly thirty years difference in their ages, but she was sure there was a thing or two she could teach him. She was growing annoyed.
"Of course, your personal life is no business of mine," he went on. "Unless it starts to in- volve the students at this school."
She glanced at him sharply. What was the old fucker up to? Had someone been talking about her? That was probably it. She'd stayed away from the rest of the staff a great deal since she'd started work at the school. She only visited the staff room if it was absolutely unavoidable. She wanted to avoid Al Banks and Charlie Peters, for one thing.
But when she didn't mix like that, people often thought of her as a snob or something. She'd had that experience before. And they'd begun to wonder about her. They grew jealous, or at least curious. And they talked about her. They might even make up things. She was wondering if someone had seen her on one of her extra-curricular sessions, when Fletcher cleared things up for her.
"The other day you were noticed getting into a van full of boys just a few streets from here," he went on, not looking her in the eye. "It doesn't matter who saw you. That's not important. The point is they were boys from this school, and you were socializing with them."
"They offered to drive me home," Tricia answered. "It's as simple as that. All perfectly innocent."
Fletcher eyed her doubtfully. He stood up and began to pace back and forth. His office was not large, and he didn't have that much room. He circled in back of her then drifted back alongside his desk. He glanced at her from time to time as if she was a defendant and he was a prosecuting attorney.
"I suppose driving you home involves parking in the woods for over an hour. But we'll let that pass. I suppose you could have been teaching the boys English in the back of the van."
Tricia's heart thumped. It was beginning to sound like the son of a bitch had followed them all the way into the woods the other day. Or someone else had, and had told him about it. She didn't say anything. She felt him pacing back and forth behind her chair. What a creep this guy was.
'I also happened to overhear a conversation the other day between two of our male teachers," he droned on. "It doesn't matter who they were, only that they were talking about you. And from what they said, I can only assume that you have had sex with the both of them, very recently. They were very complimentary, I assure you."
Tricia didn't have to think too hard to come up with who had been talking. It didn't really matter. But she was pissed off that they'd let this asshole, the fucking vice-principal, overhear them. Shit, she probably had a reputation all over school by now. She realized suddenly that her job was no doubt on the line here.
"They had nothing but good things to say about your . . . talents," Fletcher continued. "In fact, I got quite curious, listening to them. It seems that you have all kinds of abilities that I didn't find out about when we first talked."
Tricia began to see a glimmer of hope. This prick had her future in his hands, it seemed. If she was extra nice to him, maybe her job could be saved. He hadn't said he was going to get her fired, but he was hinting in that direction. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyes at him, waiting to hear what he would say next.
"The thing is, I don't want to get you in trouble," he said, and now he moved directly in front of her and sat on the edge of his desk. "But I do have certain responsibilities. I have to see that certain standards are kept up."
"I could keep up your standards," she cooed. She decided to take a chance and go for broke. "These abilities I have, they'd keep your standards up all day."
"Oh? And what might they be? Perhaps you could detail them for me." He was leaning back on his desk now, his hands planted behind him, his legs spread before her. He was watching her closely with his shifty eyes.
"I suck a mean cock," she announced matter-of-factly. "I fuck so hard, I could make your balls drop off. I love to take cock up the ass, or between my tits. I love swallowing cum or letting guys shoot it all over my face. The sky's the limit, Fletch. Just name your pleasure."
He stared down at her with a stunned expression. There was a small sound in his throat, like a groan. He didn't speak and he didn't move . . . not even when she drew her chair in between his thighs and began fumbling at his fly with her fingers. He sat quite passively and allowed her to unzip his pants, tug down his shorts, and grip his flopping cock in her hand.
"I do it all, Fletch," she purred. "I can do things for you that you'll never forget. If people are nice to me, I just can't help myself. I have to show my appreciation."
She tilted his slowly growing cock this way and that in her fingers. Without taking her big blue eyes off his face, she then bent her head and began to lick his cockhead with soft little flicks of her tongue. Her pretty red mouth formed a wet oval, she slipped forward, and his cockhead was between her lips. She began to suck him slowly.
"I . . . I . . ." he babbled. He couldn't take his gaze off her face. His cockhead and an inch of prick shaft were in her mouth, and she was teasing him with the tip of her tongue.
"I love to suck cock. I can't help it," she murmured, slipping his cockhead from her mouth and using her tongue to scrape up and down the underside of his growing prick. "Some girls just don't care to suck cock at all, but I can't get enough. I could suck cock all day."
Fletcher was moaning softly as she worked on him. His cock was thickening steadily and rising up against her face like an ugly red spike. She still kept her eyes glued to his face and she smiled at him lewdly. After several more long licks of his cock, she slipped his prick back in her mouth and plunged down deep on it. Her lips nipped at his crotch hair.
"I ... I ... " he croaked. But then he seemed to give up. He sighed deeply and bumped back onto his elbows on the desk. In a matter of seconds she'd brought his cock up to nearly full stiffness.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm," she moaned with pleasure, sliding her mouth up and down on his throbbing cock. She sounded as though she'd got hold of the most delicious food in the world. Her groans were heavy with lust.
But all at once she broke off her lip-lock on his cock. She leaned in closer, forced his open pants down to the floor, and set about wrangling his hard-on from his shorts. It took some doing. His prick was already over seven inches long and it had to be rammed back through the front hole in the shorts. But eventually she had the shorts down below his knees and his prick was snapping back against his belly.
"Your cock's beautiful. I love it," she purred, and she curled her fingers around it once more and drew it down toward her open mouth. She was soon sucking him deeply once again, forcing all of the swollen cock into her face at each thrust.
"Nnnnnn, nnnnn," he croaked. She held the base of his cock in her fingers and pumped as she sucked.
She angled her head, taking his cock deep in her throat. His cockhead bumped against the roof of her mouth then slid into her gullet. Her lips formed a tight seal around his prick shaft. Smudges of lipgloss came off onto it. Wet sucking sounds rose up from his crotch.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," she groaned again. Her head was dipped in concentration now, but from time to time she glanced up at his face to judge his reaction.
He was still gazing down at her with a rapt, fascinated look on his face. He seemed in a trance. He was completely under her control and there was nothing she couldn't get him to do. Her mouth was doing things to him that he had never imagined possible. His cock was totally hard in her mouth and as big as it was going to get.
She lifted up off him suddenly, letting his cock slop from her mouth. It snapped back against his belly and rolled to one side like a heavy log. He glanced down at her in panic, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open foolishly. He seemed to be trying to speak, but for some time no sound came from him.
"No . . . don't stop! Please! I'll do anything . . ."he moaned, and he reached out a hand as if to touch her.
Tricia watched him carefully for a second, as if studying a small boy that she hadn't yet quite figured out. Then she reached up, unbuttoned her blouse quickly, and let her big beautiful tits tumble to freedom. She leaned forward, and without touching his cock with her hands, she scraped her tits up the length of his prick shaft, nudging it with her stiff nipple.
"God, yes! I'll do anything! Oh, yes!" he whimpered, and he watched as his cock was tilted this way and that by her slowly swinging tit. Her nipple felt like a hot rock against his bloated prickshaft.
"You like it? My tit feel nice on your cock?" she teased. She shifted over so that her other tit was crushing against his cock. Then she began swaying gently from side to side, angling his prick from left to right and back again with her heavy tits.
"Yes! Oh, God! Don't stop! I'll do anything! Ohhh!"
Tricia let her tits play over his prick for over a minute, scudding her nipples harshly along the thick veins in his cockshaft. Then she dipped down and captured his cock in her cleavage. She pressed her tits together and trapped his prick, and then she was bucking up and down gently, fucking him easily with her tit flesh.
"Nnnnnn, nnnnn," he moaned. He had begun to sweat heavily.
After some time, she paused and gripped his cock with her fingers. She hauled his prick down at an angle and pointed it at her thick nipples. She touched his cock tip to one nipple, circled it around playfully, then repeated the process with her other nipple. His prick had begun to ooze a clear pre-cum juice.
"Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!" he repeated over and over. His cock felt numb and heavy. His balls were sizzling.
Tricia was dipping low again, holding his cock gently in her fingers. Her mouth opened, her tongue stuck out, and she began licking his heavy balls, scraping her tongue every which way over them, making them twitch in their dry pouch. She captured one ball between her lips and began to suck it harshly. The skin of his ball-sac stretched as she tugged on it.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he wheezed. He could feel the heavy jism boiling in his balls. Her fingers circled his huge cock and jacked it up and down wildly.
She spat out his ball, then slid over to the other one, drawing his cum-bulb into her mouth and squeezing it with her lips and tongue. She bounced it about on her tongue and bathed it in the wet heat of her mouth. His ball was hot and swollen and seemed about to burst. She gave it an extra-special suck before she let it go.
"I love to suck a guy's balls," she gasped, spitting his ball free. "I love to lick balls and suck 'em and stir up a guy's jism."
Judging from Fletcher's face, she was succeeding. He was glaring at her with a kind of weird tension, almost as if he was in pain. He made soft whimpering sounds and opened and closed his mouth like fish. He was completely helpless, draped there across his desk with his pants around his ankles. His red cock rose up from her pumping fist like a huge club.
"You want me to suck you off all the way? You want to come in my mouth?" she asked, scraping her tongue up the underside of his cock all over again. "Or do you want to come on my tits, or in my face? Where do you want to shoot?"
He couldn't speak. He just stared at her with that look of lust and pain, as if he were in a trance. He was completely under her control. She reached the top of his cock with her mouth and corkscrewed her lips down over his cockhead for a quick and expert suck. Then she slopped his prick out again and tilted it back and forth in front of her face.
She tapped his cockhead with her tongue each time it passed her mouth. And she smiled at him lewdly, never once taking her eyes from his face. From time to time, she stuck his prickhead into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it lovingly. Then she spit his knob out and proceeded to swing his cock back and forth while she flicked it with her tongue.
"You'll have to tell me where you want it, or I'll be all confused," she teased. "What's it to be, in my mouth, on my tits or all over my face? Quickly, I don't think we have much time."
He gazed at her helplessly, his eyes glassy. He was shaking his head from side to side slowly, as if her lewd words were more than he could bear. He watched her suck his cockhead, pull it out, tap it with her tongue as she cranked his prick back and forth like a pendulum. Her lovely fresh young face stared right back at him with perfect openness.
"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnn!" he gasped at last, and he seemed to sag back a little on the desk. His legs flailed up weakly and his whole body seemed to quiver.
Tricia had his cockhead in her mouth at the time, and suddenly she felt a monster wad of hot cum smash against the roof of her mouth and jet rapidly down her throat. Cum hung from the roof of her mouth and squished between her cheeks and gums. It slithered down her gullet and seeped from the corners of her mouth.
She seemed to be coughing, gagging, but then she let his cock tilt from her mouth and it was clear that she was laughing. He stared down at her with stunned eyes and watched as her mouth curled up at the sides, opened slow- ly into a wide grin. A great pool of cum flowed off her tongue and slithered down her chin and onto her tits in rubbery strings.
She tilted her head back, as if to keep the silver jism from escaping her lips. In her throat, she made deep gurgling laughing noises. And all the time, her hand pumped his exploding cock right in front of her face. Two elastic strings of cum were hanging from her chin and twirling as she moved.
A giant spray of jism arced up from his cockhead right over the top of her tilting face. It hooked into her blonde hair somewhere, then dropped in a long loop down the entire length of her face. She looked like she'd been painted with a white line from her hairline to her neck. Her eye and cheek were buried under the thick streamer.
"Nnnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnnnn!" he moaned, and his ass flexed on the desk.
Tricia was laughing crazily, and now she brought her head back down and lunged for his spurting cockhead with her mouth. When she was inches from it a long jet of cum shot up her cheek and over her left ear, leaving her with a mark like a scar up the side of her face. Cum hung in her hair like string.
Her laughing lips closed over his exploding cock, and she felt it twitch two or three times, filling her mouth to overflowing. She gulped down wads of sizzling jizz and let the rest pour from her lips in a steady stream. Two more long elastic strings formed on her chin.
But then she could hold it in no longer. Her head tilted back once more and his cock fell from her drooling lips. Silver cum poured from her mouth in streams and ran down her chin and neck and down between her tits in a steady flow. She was laughing and gasping and spewing out the hot cream in thick wads. It slithered down her tits and hung off her nipples in droplets.
And his cock was still spurting, firing off a jet that smacked her under her chin and sprayed off in all directions. It shot off another that hit her upper tit flesh and flowed down around and under her stiff nipple until it reached her rib cage. Yet another jet sprang up onto her face and splashed across her mouth.
And all the time, Tricia was laughing like a crazy person, as if taking a cum bath was the funniest thing in the world. Her fist jacked and pumped his jetting cock and twisted it in several directions. And her throat bobbed and her mouth grinned as she spilled overflow cum from her lips. Her eyes were clenched shut with pleasure.
"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnn!" he groaned. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He stared at her as if he was seeing something that he'd never forget as long as he lived.
Still, she went on laughing, never once losing her grip on his shooting cock. She was aiming it at her tits now, making sure her tit mounds were streaked and sprayed with his hot silver cum. Her cum-streaked face tilted back down, and she watched what she was doing. Thick rubbery loops of cum fell splattering from her lips.
Tricia wasn't sure if she had won or lost, but now she knew how to play the game.