Chapter 8

The following day Stefanie was called to the principal's office.

Mr. Turner was waiting for her. He was a dignified gentlemen, tall, well-dressed in a dark blue suit, a vest, and highly polished shoes. He was near fifty, his hair iron-gray.

He welcomed Stefanie in and asked her to sit down in front of his desk. Then he went around and sat down behind it.

"I've called you here on a disciplinary matter, Stefanie." he said stiffly.

She panicked. Did Miss Hobbs say something after all?

"What about?" Stefanie finally managed to squeak out.

"It's about that shameful display you put on at the football game, Stefanie. We simply cannot tolerate anything as lascivious as that. It was absolutely appalling!"

Oh, oh, the blue panties, she thought.

"What did I do?" Stefanie said weakly.

"That lingerie show you put on out there on the field. My heavens! That was embarrassing for the school. There were parents there."

"Well,T had a tear in my tights and we didn't have an extra pair," she defended.

"Then you should have sat out for that game. I can't believe some of the things you did, all that jumping up and down, those bends."

"Well, I..."

"I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend you, then bring you before the disciplinary committee. It's possible you'll be asked to leave school."

"Oh, please, Mr. Turner! I didn't do anything on purpose."

Stefanie squirmed in the chair. Her school skirt skipped up on her smooth, white thighs and her lush tits pushed temptingly at her white sweater.

Mr. Turner eyed her titties for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Well, it's up to me. It's my decision. And I feel we should take strong action."

Stefanie played the only card she figured she had. She slid down in the chair and her skirt rippled up higher so her white panties were revealed.

"Ah, hum," Mr. Turner mumbled. "Yes, strong action is called for."

"But, I wish you would reconsider, Mr. Turner," Stefanie cooed.

She crossed her legs, just as she had watched Miss Hobbs do in class so many times. She held her leg high, letting Mr. Turner look right up her skirt.

He abruptly got up to dismiss her, but Stefanie could see the bulge in his crotch. His hard-on pressed against his slacks in a curved line.

She stood up too and he came around the desk. She flew into his arms, pressing her lush, young body to his. The thumping in his pants pounded against her now.

"Are you sure, Mr. Turner? Can't you reconsider?" she purred.

"Well, perhaps ... I could..."

Stefanie fisted his cock through his pants and held on.

Stefanie unzipped his cock and took his prick out. The older man had a bigger prick than she would ever have imagined. His prick was like an axe handle and she clasped her hand around it.

"You devious little hussy!" he hissed.

"Oh, Mr. Turner, your cock is awesome," Stefanie gasped.

She looked down at his hard, long cock. It was throbbing and growing in her tight grip.

"Such a brazen little moppet," the principal whispered. "You should be severely punished for such lewdness. You're even groping at my ... my..."

"Your big prick!" Stefanie said heatedly.

"Yes, my salacious little scholar! Groping at my prick!"

She bent over at the waist and did a graceful swan dive on his cock. She slicked the bulging prick head into her mouth.

"Ah, oh," the man gasped.

Stefanie sucked him, sucked on his giant cock hungrily, greedily.

"Stefanie," he panted. "Oh, Stefanie, you beautiful little whore!"

She sucked furiously on the throbbing cock. She reached in his slacks and brought out his big balls and held them in the palm of her hand as her other hand pumped on his stiff prick.

"Stef ... Stefanie! You dirty cock-sucker!" the old man hummed.

She liked his words, liked what he was saying. It made her hot. She sucked like a baby on a milk bottle, gulping his massive cock.

He finally pulled her off his cock by the shoulder. He pulled her to him and kissed her as his hand went under her gray skirt and he rubbed her pussy with his fingers.

"Oh, yes," Stefanie gasped.

"You're quite the hot one, aren't you?" the principal said.

"Yes, I'm hot!" Stefanie whispered.

"Such a beautiful young thing," he mumbled, still fucking his finger into her pussy.

"Fuck me, Mr. Turner!" Stefanie blurted.

"Ah, yes, yes, my dear, a good fuck, perhaps that's what we should do about your discipline. Perhaps a good fuck would be sufficient. Perhaps I can overlook your indecent display on the field the other night."

"Yes, a fuck, Mr. Turner."

He pulled her to the fuck carpet of his office. Stefanie lay back, spread out. He toyed with her panties, then took them off. He stared at her pretty pussy, licking his lips hungrily as he rubbed her cunt with his hand.

Then he whipped her sweater up and freed her tits, fondling them, cupping them.

"You certainly have a generous set of tits, my dear," the older man breathed hotly.

He pulled his pants down around his ankles. Then he tugged down his jockey shorts and lowered himself over Stefanie. His large cock banged at her pussy and he reached down and held it as he pushed it into her cunt.

"Oh, Mr. Turner," Stefanie gasped. "Mr. Turner, you've got your prick in me!"

"Yes, Stefanie!" And then he started pumping his prick into the young girl, jamming her full of his huge cock.

"Jeez!" Stefanie hissed. "Oh, God!"

"You obscene little bitch!" the man whispered.

"Yes, I'm obscene," Stefanie blurted, scissoring her fine, young legs around the principal. "Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!"

"Indeed! And that's what I'm doing, Stefanie, my pretty darling! I'm fuckin' you."

He pumped her faster, faster, faster.-

"You're really fuckin' me, Mr. Turner!" Stefanie howled.

"Oh, Stefanie, you sweet cock-fucker! You little slut! You're fuckin' the principal. Do you know that?"

"Yes, I'm fuckin' the principal!" she

"So come with me. I'll show you something," Stefanie said.

She walked with Julie to the principal's office. Mr. Turner welcomed them in. He closed the door and sat down on the edge of his desk.

"Yes, what can I do for you young ladies?" he asked.

"We wanna fuck, Mr. Turner," Stefanie said.

Julie gasped. She looked at Stefanie, shocked. Then she looked at Mr. Turner and the man's smile faded.

"I ah, hum, I ... well now..." he stammered.

"We came here to fuck you Mr. Turner. Don't you wanna?"

"Well..."

Stefanie got up and walked over to him and rubbed his crotch.

"You brazen tart," he breathed hotly.

The principal's prick hardened. Stefanie unzipped his fly and withdrew his growing hard-on.

"Oh, gawd. A freak of nature!" Julie gasped, staring at the man's mammoth prick.

"You told me I was the best fuckin' student at Plato High, Mr. Turner, remember?"

"He did?" Julie gulped.