Chapter 10
It was the week following the homecoming dance. Darcy Peterson stopped Stefanie in the hallway on the way to class.
"Jeez, Stefanie, that homecoming night was something. You won't tell anyone, will you?" Darcy whispered.
"No way," Stefanie said firmly.
"You know my boyfriend Brad would absolutely kill me if he ever found out. Boy, he had some questions about where I was all that time during the dance."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him Julie got sick."
"That's good. I won't say anything, don't worry."
Darcy turned into a classroom and Stefanie was joined by Tammy Raddison, a lovely brown-haired girl who was the baton twirler at halftime during the football games. She had a thin, tight body, her tits just beginning to bud. She was pretty in a fresh, country-girl way, with big brown eyes, full cheeks, and thick lips. Her hair was long and she wore it in a pony-tail all the time.
"Are you guys gonna practice cheers for the game tomorrow?" she asked Stefanie.
Tammy had always wanted to get into Stefanie's circle of friends and was always asking stupid questions.
"No, we have all our routines down," Stefanie said.
"Oh, well, what'cha doin' after the game?"
"I don't think we've decided. Julie and I might go out with some boys. Mike Crandell wants to take me cruising."
"Oh, that sounds like fun!" Tammy cooed.
"Wanna go with us? I mean, we haven't decided yet what we're to do."
"Oh, yeah, I'd love to go with you and
Julie!" the younger girl squealed.
"Well, we'll see you at the game and decide then."
"Far out! I'll see you then."
Stefanie continued down the hall to Miss Hobbs' classroom. She entered and took her seat, smiling at Mike as she opened her notebook.
Miss Hobbs came in, dressed in her usual tight skirt and sweater. This time she wore a tight white sweater that swayed and rippled against her pendulous tits. She wore a navy-blue skirt that hugged her curves like a wet towel.
She began diagramming a sentence on the blackboard, assuming all kinds of lewd poses as she reached and bent over to write with the chalk.
Stefanie looked around. The boys were enjoying the show. Even Mike's eyes were glued to the teacher's ass. Would she have to compete with her English teacher? she asked herself. She squirmed in her desk, her short schoolgirl skirt skipping up on her lovely thighs.
Miss Hobbs came back around the desk and sat down on top of it. Her skirt pulled up and she gave the boys a generous look at her nyloned legs.
When class was over, she asked Mike to stay for a minute. This incensed Stefanie. She was jealous and Mike only gave her a helpless look.
Stefanie marched out of the room in a huff. She stood outside the door wondering what she could do. How could she possibly compete with Miss Hobbs? There must be a way, she thought.
As she stood there she could just imagine what was going on in the classroom. She knew Miss Hobbs was going to fuck Mike. The older woman was going to do exciting things to him, things Stefanie probably didn't even know about.
While she waited, Julie happened by. The two girls stood talking, but Stefanie's mind was racing. There just had to be something she could do. Finally she decided there was only one way to deal with Miss Hobbs.
"Well, what is it?" Julie asked. "I mean, what girl wouldn't want to see her fired? She's just competition. You realize that practically every boy at Plato has a crush on her?"
"Yes, I know. And she's been fucking Mike."
"You're kiddin' me!" Julie whistled. "Really."
"Yes."
"Oh, God!" breathed hotly.
"Oh, oh," the man muttered. "You cunt!"
"Pound it to me. Fuck my pussy!"
"You mink!" he stammered.
Then his cock gave in and he came. His cream spilled into the fucking schoolgirl, flooding her pussy as she shuddered into a beautiful climax.
"You're the best fucking student at Plato High!" the principal wailed as he came over and over again, his cock spurting gobs of fuck cream into the young girl.
"Yes, yes I am. I'm the best fuckin' student at Plato High!" Stefanie cried.
"Yeah, that's what he told me," Stefanie said, holding his bulging cock in her hand.
"My God! It's so long!" Julie cried.
"Both of you young ladies should be punished for such salacious behavior," the old man whispered.
"Why don't you punish us, Mr.. Turner?" Stefanie purred.
"Oh, you pretty little hussy," the principal gasped.
Then he stuck his hand under her short, gray skirt. He rubbed her soft pussy.
"Oh, Jesus!" Julie panted. "I wanna feel that thing."
She got up and went to the desk and placed her hand on her principal's huge cock. Both girls held it. Mr. Turner stuck his free hand under Julie's school skirt and fingered her cunt, too.
"Awesome. Totally awesome," Julie sighed, squeezing down on the man's cock. "How big is it?" Then she spotted a ruler on the desk. "Can I measure with that ruler?"
"Yeah, measure the damn thing," Stefanie said.
Julie pulled away from the principal's groping fingers, intent on carrying out her task. She took the ruler and Stefanie let go of his cock. Julie then grabbed it, pulled down on it, and laid the ruler along the thick staff. She pushed the end of the ruler into his fly until it mashed against his belly.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Oh, holy shit!" Look! Look at this! It's eleven inches long. It's ... it's ... shit, it's just huge!"
"God, it is big, isn't it?" Stefanie whispered.
She fell to her knees and kissed the big red cock head. She slicked it into her mouth and sucked on it hard.
"You dirty whore!" the principal mumbled.
"Oh," Julie gasped.
The principal reached out as Stefanie sucked his cock and lifted Julie's skirt.
"Ah, sweet pink panties," he sighed, admiring the snug undies. "You shameless mink, you dirty little teaser, you slut!"
"Yeah, slut!" Julie whispered. "I'm a lewd slut!"
The older man stuck his hand in her panties and fingered her wet pussy.
"Yes, a dirty little slut," he mumbled. "A pretty little strumpet, aren't you?"
"Damn right I am," Julie agreed, giving him a hot kiss that made him quake with desire.
Stefanie lifted off his cock and stood up. "Let me do it to him," Julie said. "Let me suck that big cock!"
She ducked down on his prick and licked the tip of it. A big glob of cum splattered against Julie's cheek, then slowly trailed down to the corner of her mouth. She flicked her tongue out and caught the dripping goo and swallowed it. Then she grasped the huge cock in both hands and jerked on it wildly, pulling on it in a mad, passionate motion, jacking, pounding the principal's prick.
"Oh, my," the old man whimpered. "Oh, my!"
"Just the biggest cock," Julie mumbled as her hands pumped.
Stefanie pressed in close to the principal. She mashed her tits against him, taking his hand and guiding it to her pussy.
"I have a favor to ask, Mr. Turner," she whispered.
"Ah, I ... oh, jack me off," he whispered to Julie.
"She will," Stefanie said, "if you'll do us a favor. Won't you, Julie?"
"Damn right. I'll jack off this big prick!"
But then she stopped suddenly, looking up at Stefanie and waiting for her to tell her to continue.
"Don't stop, you whore!" Mr. Turner gasped.
"We need a favor, sir," Stefanie said.
Julie jerked the cock with long slow strokes and stopped again.
"Yes, yes, yes! Anything you naughty girls want. Anything!"
Julie jacked on his giant cock again. "It's so hard. This prick is so big and hard," she whispered.
"Anything?" Stefanie whispered, pulling up her sweater, showing off her tits.
The man took his free hand and played his fingers over the luscious titties.
"Yes," he panted.
"Jack on his prick, Julie," Stefanie said.
"I am. I'm jerking you off, Mr. Turner!" Julie muttered.
"Oh, oil, you darling whores! You sweet wenches! You lovely bitches, you-"
"Finger my cunt, sir," Stefanie gulped.
"Shit, look at his cock!" Julie moaned. "It's all wet, it's foaming on the tip of it. Look at this, all this cream ... it's squirtin' out at me. Shit! Shit!"
"Ah, darling," the man groaned.
"Mr. Turner!" Stefanie said as she ground her hips to his sticky finger. "Fuck me with your finger like that!"
"Oh, girls..."
"You're gonna do us a favor. Promise?"
"I promise," he gasped.
"Fuck my pussy with your finger, sir."
"Ah, I ... you dirty-sweet darlings."
"Oh, shit! He's cuming!" Julie yelped. "Oh, holy shit! look at this thing! Look at it! Oh, my God! It's a flood!"
The man's big prick was raining thick cream all over Julie's face, all over her schoolgirl sweater. Big chunks of white cum clung to the blue sweater and big tears of cream splattered into her blonde hair. Hunks of juice sprayed her lovely face.
"Oh, girls!" the principal yelled. "You're both the best fuckin' students at Plato High."