Chapter 5
For the better part of a week, Ashley wondered whether or not to go see Mr. Newman, the principal of the school. She had the distinct feeling, from looks he'd given her lately, that he knew what was going on. She figured if she went to him first, admitted to certain things, then he would have less reason to fire her. There was always a chance.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it. What could she say to him that wouldn't make her sink through the floor with shame? And look what had happened when she'd opened up to Mr. Thomas. She certainly hadn't gotten much sympathy there, had she? She'd just gotten another nine inches of cock.
Besides, there was always a chance that the looks Mr. Newman had been giving her meant nothing at all. He might not be suspecting anything. She could be imagining the whole thing. There was no point in going to him and making a fool of herself unless it was absolutely unavoidable.
As it turned out, the matter was taken completely out of her hands. For on Friday afternoon Mr. Newman stopped her in the hall and asked her to come by his office after school. He didn't say why he wanted to see her and as she tapped on his door later that day she was very much on edge. She had a feeling that her job was on the line.
What made things more difficult was the fact that Mr. Newman was fairly young and very good-looking. She would have felt much more comfortable if he had been balding and plump. He smiled at her warmly across his desk and asked her how she was settling down in her new job. She answered politely, wondering just what he was up to.
"The thing is, Miss Twaites," he said finally, after more small talk, "this is a small town and people are bound to talk. They can't help it."
Ashley nodded at him wisely. Here it comes, she thought. Somebody's been blabbing about her and Mr. Newman knows everything. Her heart began to pound and she was already trying to plan her defense. Maybe she could claim she was forced to perform all those sex acts, which in a way she had been. Maybe she could say she was attacked.
"In a town this size everyone knows about your private life and it's hard to keep anything quiet." Mr. Newman spoke slowly and as he did so he let his eyes roam over Ashley's full figure. Her tits were swelling out the front of a light green sweater.
"I know, it's terrible," she agreed, taking note of the principal's admiring glances. "But you just have to ignore what people say and live your own life."
"I couldn't agree more," said Mr. Newman. He gazed at Ashley's beautiful slender legs as she crossed them. Then he flushed slightly as he realized that she was watching him closely. "But as teachers we should be setting examples, and-" Ashley had stood up. This was it, she was sure, the gentle lead-in to her getting the axe. She couldn't give him a chance to make it official. She had to do something-anything- to head him off. So she leaned over his desk, letting her tits loll low in her sweater, wet her lips and smiled at him.
"As adults, we have to live our own lives, whether we're teachers or not. We can't live like monks."
"I realize that, but ..." he paused as Ashley circled the desk and brushed his arm with her thigh, making him lose all track of what he was saying. Something was happening here that he had no control over.
Ashley felt it too. This just wasn't like her. But she couldn't help it. She edged in front of his chair and slowly sank to the floor between his legs. Her fingers found his fly and hauled it down steadily.
"Miss Twaites ..." he grunted, watching her, fascinated.
"If you're an adult, you have to do what you think is correct under the circumstances," she went on matter-of-factly. "You can't always afford to worry about what other people think of your actions."
She had opened up his pants and snaked her hand inside his shorts. Her fist hauled out a slowly thickening cock and tilted it this way and that. Still gazing up at him with a slight smile on her lips, she dipped her head and stroked her tongue up on the underside of his swelling cockhead.
"Miss Twaites ..." he croaked again. But he wasn't protesting. He sat quite passively in his chair while Ashley licked up and down his cock.
She moaned, sinking her open mouth down over his swelling cockhead. She rolled her big eyes up to his face and watched him, smiling slightly even while she sucked his cock. It was growing bigger in her mouth, forcing her lips to seal shut around its bulk.
He sighed deeply, sinking low in his chair. She was doing things with her tongue that he'd never experienced before, curling it around the cylinder of his cock and snaking it over his purple cockhead. She even diddled her tongue-tip into the piss-slit at the tip of his prickhead.
And all the time she sucked him, she was fumbling with his pants, opening them wider, trying to pry his balls out of his shorts. She finally let the cock swing free of her mouth and tugged his shorts down roughly, getting them tangled around the stiff spike of his growing prick. He raised his ass obligingly and she forced his pants and shorts down below his knees.
Freed from the tangle of his shorts, his thick prick bounced up and smacked Ashley under her chin. She giggled crazily and grasped the cock in her fist. Then she grew serious as she began earnestly sucking him off. She drove her face up and down in him quickly, her fist shucking up and down on the swelling base of his cock.
"Miss Twaites . . . nnnnnn ..." he muttered, his eyes closed, his head tilted back. There was a strange tense smile on his lips.
His cock was totally stiff, sticking up in his lap like a red pole. And suddenly she seemed to make up her mind about something. She lifted her mouth off his prick and smiled at him, her lipstick smeared all about. Then she stood up, let go of his cock, and whispered deep in her throat.
She reached for her skirt and lifted it high up her thighs. Then she dug into her crotch and with one hand forced down her hose and panties in one deft movement. She didn't push them far down her legs, just far enough to clear her crotch for action. She hooked up one foot onto his chair and clambered on top of him.
"Miss Twaites ..." he protested. But he was in no position to complain. His cock stood up huge and red in his lap, its head shiny with the wetness of her mouth.
Ashley clamped a hand on his shoulder for support, holding his blazing prick upright with the other. She bent her knees, squatted over the astonished principal, and lowered herself down onto his waiting cock. The prickhead bumped her left asscheek, and she had to make a slight adjustment. But then she found her wet cunt slice with his hard prick tip, and sank down with a deep sigh.
He gripped his hands on her tiny waist for extra support and gazed down between her scissored legs to watch his cock disappear inch by inch in the warm wet pouch of her hairy cunt. She sank lower and lower, forcing the prick inside her, and she didn't stop till every last inch was buried and her cunt hair meshed with his cock hair.
She sat there quite still for several seconds, his cock buried in her to the hilt. She held both hands on his shoulders now and smiled at him contentedly. Then she began slowly and steadily to fuck him. His prick slid in and out of her easily and made soft squishing sounds.
"Do you want to see my tits?" she murmured, bouncing up and down in his lap. "Here, help yourself."
Quickly she crossed her arms and hauled up her sweater. She unsnapped her bra and her heavy tits lolled forward into his face. The bouncing tits looked amazingly sexy thrusting out from under her rolled-up sweater. The nipples were thick and nut-brown and they stuck up high like long stubs of rubber.
"Play with them if you like," she encouraged, thrusting them out at him. "I like men to play with my tits."
He ran his hands up and cupped both tits in his palms. He ran his thumbs over the nipples and teased them, squeezing the tit flesh and digging his fingers into the soft melons. Her nipples seemed to flush and grow longer as he played with them.
"Suck them," she groaned softly, her voice husky. "Please take my nipples in your mouth and suck them. I want you to."
Her tits swung heavily just inches from his face. He leaned forward slightly and his lips sucked the hopelessly erect stub of one thick nipple up and out even more, using his lips and tongue to drive her crazy. Her tit swelled out against his face.
"Ohhhh yes! I love it! Suck my nipples! Suck them hard!" she whimpered. She gripped him around his neck and held him to her chest. And all the time she was bucking up and down on him as if she was riding a horse.
He spat out one nipple and gulped for breath, but she was immediately jamming her other tit against his mouth and he had to take the other stiff nipple between his lips. It was hot and swollen against his teasing tongue, hard as a pebble.
"Do you like it? Do you like sucking my tits?" she croaked. But she obviously didn't want an answer because she clasped him so tightly to her he couldn't speak.
Ashley bounced up and down in his lap, spiking herself again and again on his thick prick. Her asscheeks were split wide as she squatted on top of him, and she had to be careful not to jump so high as to lose his precious cock.
"Miss Twaites ..." he splurted, suddenly spitting her nipple from his mouth. "Miss Twaites, this is madness ..."
She sighed deeply and smiled down at him, still rocking in his lap. "I know, but it sure is fun, huh?"
"Miss Twaites, I should warn you ..." he struggled on.
"About what? You're going to come, is that it? You're going to shoot your naughty jism up Ashley's sweet cunt?" She smiled at him again and tried to thrust her tit back into his gaping mouth.
"I . . . ohhh . . . ohhh ..." he moaned, unable to go on.
"Don't worry about it. Go right ahead. Come, that's the point of the whole exercise," she soothed. "I like it when men do that. Go ahead. Shoot it. Don't be scared."
Newman did seem to be very close to coming. He was sweating thickly and groaning deep in his chest. His eyes were closed tight and he was breathing raggedly. Ashley shucked up and down on him all the harder, trying her best to bring him off. She finally succeeded in stuffing her thick nipple back in his mouth, and he began sucking contentedly.
Then there was a sudden weird tenseness in his legs, and to Ashley's astonishment he was bucking forward, circling her waist with his arms, and rising from his chair. She quickly hooked her legs around his haunches and clutched him by the shoulders. He stood there where he was for a second, then staggered forward, his cock still embedded in her sucking cunt.
"Mr. Newman, what?" she began, never once stopping her humping motions on top of his cock.
He had spit her nipple out again and his mouth was twisted with the strain of holding her up. He took two steps forward and lodged Ashley's naked ass on the edge of his desk. The he fell forward on top of her, pinning her to the desk top and sending books and papers flying.
"Ohhhh fuck," he grunted, gripping Ashley around her waist and beginning to fuck her viciously, driving his cock to the depths of her cunt and making her whole body quake. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his pumping hips.
"Mr. Newman, you're such a good fuck, I had no idea," she muttered, sweat glistening on her pretty forehead. She ran her fingers up and down his flanks and tickled him.
He glared down at her without answering and breathed deeply. She was flat out on his desk but he stood up as he fucked her. He gripped both her tits in his hands and mauled them, the nipples were blazing hot. Her head rolled from side to side on the desk and she began to whimper softly.
His cock began to shine like a greased pole as he fed it in and out of her split cunt. He carved her this way and that, prying her twat wide open. Her belly rippled each time he lunged deep into her. She bit her lip and moaned softly, staring up at him to see if he was coming yet.
He groaned deeply, and she felt a wet explosion inside as the first of his cum wads jumped into her pussy channel. At the same time he shoved his hands underneath her and scooped her up off the desk like a large doll. He lifted her and held her around him as before, squatting back down into his chair with a loud croak.
The chair rolled back against the wall on its wheels and there was a heavy crash. Her legs were caught in back of him and she did her best to pump herself up and down as she sat there in his lap. She could feel the thick knots of spunk spurting into the depths of her cunt and he began moaning.
Cum jetted out into her cunt. It spurted in thick, sizzling blasts and clogged her hole to capacity. Ropes of silver slid down his cock stem like wax, pooling in his crotch hair and trickling over his balls. Thick spunk oozed from her cunt slice like cream.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he muttered regularly.
He clutched her waist and helped her chug up and down on him. He watched her tits joggle and bounce in front of his face. The nipples looked so long and swollen that he thought they might drop off any second.
"Cum inside me! Spurt all your hot jism up my cunt!" she pleaded. Her lovely blonde hair bounced on her shoulders as she twisted her head from side to side. "I want your cum! I want every last drop of it! Shoot it all! Oh fuck, fill me with steaming hot cum!"
He jerked his ass up and down in his seat, and she pumped and squirmed on top of him. Finally his cock slipped free of her sucking pussy and became entangled in the tufts of her cunt hair. He gazed down, in a trance, and saw his prick blast a rope of silver spunk up Ashley's golden belly.
In a flash she had the escaped cock in her fist, but instead of sticking it back in her cunt she seemed content to pump it and watch as it spurted out the last of its cum-load up over her crotch and belly. Another jet shot free and soared almost as high as her left tit before sticking to her rib cage.
They both watched as the ropes of white spunk drooled down her stomach and into her golden cunt hair. Her navel filled up with one giant drip and her pumping fingers were webbed with the stuff. Although he had stopped shooting, his cock still oozed thick streams of jism and her fingers shone.
"You're finished. I think you're finished," Ashley reported helpfully, her eyes glued to the dripping cocktip. "Your cum's just oozing out real slow."
He groaned, his prick a numb pole in her gently shucking fist. He could see thick white strings of cum drooling down her golden belly and hanging like cobwebs in her blonde cunt hair. He was amazed at the amount of spunk still sliding down the dome of his cock onto her fingers.
"I'm glad we had our little talk," she smiled. "I guess this means I can keep my job after all, huh?"
He was slowly rousing from his daze. "What do you mean? Did you think I was going to fire you?"
"Of course. Weren't you?"
"Not at all. I don't have the authority to do that. I just wanted to ask you out, and I wanted us to keep it quiet."
Ashley giggled. "I was so worried. How stupid. So are you going to ask me out after all?"
"I guess I don't have to, do I?" He sat back in his chair now completely drained. He stared at her tiredly.
"I guess not," she giggled and lifted her cum-soaked hand to her face.
While he watched, Ashley began to lick strings of thick spunk from her webbed fingers. She smiled and the strands of jism dripped from her chin.