Chapter 13
Brigette had never looked lovelier as she sat in Principal Bradley's office. Her long, wavy black hair was parted down the middle of her head, loosely curled, falling in shimmering waves down over her shoulders. Her lips had a light, red gloss to them. The kind of lips that could make a man's prick hard just by looking at them. Her pink blouse with matching knee-length skirt looked conservative, befitting the respectable image of a librarian.
"How has the war been going?" Principal Bradley asked, not bothering to hide his lusty stare. "The Jocks and the Cools still at each other's throats?"
Brigette smiled, crossing her legs at the knee, allowing her skirt to ride a little higher on her leg. She noticed the clasp of her garter was exposed as it held up her tan stocking. She didn't bother to rearrange her skirt. Brigette Mannon knew what kind of cock Principal Bradley had and she intended on getting some of it to satisfy her burning needs.
"It's going pretty good, I guess," Brigette said, her voice a sultry purr. "Farrah and I have been fucking them almost constantly."
"Just fucking?"
"We've been giving all of them blow-jobs regularly, too. It seems to keep them happy."
She leaned back in her chair, intentionally pushing her chest out a little, making her C-cup tit strain against the buttons of the pink blouse. The move did not go unnoticed by Principal Bradley.
"As long as we continue to work their cocks over, I think we can avert any potential gang warfare."
"How does it work?"
Brigette looked at the silver-haired man, not understanding his question at first. When she suddenly realized the drift of his question, she gave him a dazzling smile.
"Oh, I see what you mean," she purred lustily. "Well, Farrah and I switch off. Some days she takes the Cools and I take the Jocks, other days it is reversed. It gives the boys a little variety."
"To say nothing of you and Farrah."
"Exactly."
"It must get tiring," Bradley said slowly, looking closely at the librarian. "I mean, there are six boys and only two women."
"Farrah and I can handle it," Brigette answered. "We both love cocks. That Johnny's got one hell of a piece of prickmeat between his legs, but—"
"But what?"
"But you're still the king cock, sir," Brigette said as she rose from the chair. "Nobody has a cock as big as the monster that's growing down the leg of your pants at this very second."
Bradley swivelled his chair around, taking his legs out from beneath the desk, exposing his swollen crotch to Brigette. "Don't you think you'd better get some of it while you've got the chance?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
Brigette's words came out slow and calm, but inside she was twitching with excitement. She unbuttoned her blouse quickly, casting the garment aside disdainfully. Reaching behind her back, she pulled the zipper of her skirt down and let it filter down her legs. Standing in matching tan bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, she stepped around her employer's desk and knelt at his feet.
"First I want to suck you a little bit," Brigette purred. "Then can I fuck this magnificent cock?"
"Of course."
Brigette put her fingertips to the bulge at Bradley's crotch. The prick, she knew, was free of the constraints of underwear. Bradley never wore them so that the women in his life—and Brigette knew there were many—wouldn't have to fight through unnecessary clothing to get to his awesome, gigantic prick.
As she rubbed his prickpole through his slacks, Brigette pulled his zipper down. She fished her hand inside his pants, grabbing his cock and balls at the same time, and gently eased everything out the fly. The size of his cockrod never failed to amaze Brigette and she gasped in awe as she gawked at the fat, fleshy prick that dropped heavily against the man's thigh.
"Suck it," Bradley said quietly. "I want to see that pretty face of yours with my cock in it."
Brigette raised the cock. She knew it didn't get as hard as smaller cocks did, but that certainly didn't bother her. Bradley's prick did get quite stiff, but it never reached the bone-hard solidity that normal-sized cocks did.
"You have such a wonderful cock," Brigette cooed lustily, her tongue dancing around her lips lewdly, suggestively. "I just love taking it into my mouth or cunt."
She flicked her tongue out, grazing it lightly over the mushroomed tip of Bradley's prick. The fat knob responded immediately and Brigette could feel blood pumping into the huge, meaty prickshaft.
She tongued the cock slowly, taking her time, careful to get the entire pricktip moist with her saliva before turning her face to the side to chew her way tenderly down the shaft to his balls. Brigette sucked softly on Bradley's egg-shaped orbs, heating the massive cum-givers up with her mouth. She moaned passionately, working her way slowly back to the crown of the cockpole.
"Now in your mouth. You've been playing around long enough," Bradley instructed.
She opened her luscious lips wide and sucked the cockhead into the moist confines of her mouth. Brigette put her tongue to work immediately, swirling it around the cockhead, tonguing the cleft at the underside of the prick-knob and against the pisshole from which she knew the cum would spurt.
Bobbing slowly, Brigette filled her mouth completely with the cock, able to take only the pricktip and a couple inches of the cockshaft in her mouth before she could take no more.
She held the prickrod with both hands, one fist just above the other, working them in opposite directions as she sucked and nibbled on the tasty column of raging prickmeat.
Once the cock had reached its full size, Brigette let it slip out of her mouth. She rubbed the spitty cockhead over her lips, turning her deep-brown eyes up to Bradley's face.
"Now I'm going to fuck you dry," Brigette said, a touch of challenge in her voice as she got to her feet. She stepped back a couple paces, giving Bradley room to watch what she did next. "You like my body, don't you?"
"Slut! Take that bra off! Take those panties-off! You've got to be shown some respect for your superiors!"
Brigette giggled lightly, almost like a little girl, because she knew that despite the harshness of Bradley's words and tone, he really wasn't angry. She unclasped her bra, peeling the cups away from her magnificently shaped, full, creamy mound of tit flesh. Her 36C-24-36 body, on sight alone, could give a man a hard-on. But as she worked the panties down her legs, over the garter belt and stockings, she was especially erotic to look at—and she knew it.
"Now get over here and fuck my cock," Bradley demanded, his eyes dancing from
Brigette's hobbling tits to her sparsely-haired - pussy. "Fuck me like the slut that you are!"
She straddled his body and reached down, picking his slick, wet cock up. Brigette's tits jiggled in front of Bradley's face. When he opened his mouth wide, sucking in as much of her tit as he possibly could, Brigette rolled her head back on her shoulders, feeling her tit-tip being expertly nibbled on.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Suck my tits!" she crooned, lowering her trim, shapely hips until the man's cockhead was touching her lust-inflamed cuntlips.
Brigette, her legs outstretched, knees bent, lowered herself slowly. The huge knob of Bradley's prick pushed her cuntlips inward before separating them. Brigette's rosy petals closed around the knob and she shivered, feeling her cuntlips being stretched as only Bradley's prickpole could stretch them:
She bobbed, her legs tensed as she raised and lowered herself, taking the cock deeper and deeper into her turgid, seething pussy. It took several attempts, but she finally worked all twelve fiery inches of his cock into her pussy. She dropped down on him, sitting on his thighs, feeling his prick throbbing and pulsing deep in her body.
"Kiss me," Brigette begged^ holding the man's face in her hands.
They kissed, Brigette's mouth opening to accept Bradley's probing tongue. She sucked on his tongue, dancing her tongue against it, tasting the juices of his mouth as she bobbed at his waist. The cock pushed up her cunt, skewering her pussyhole, tantalizing her burning clit to make the pussyjuice ooze from her cunt.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the big-titted brunette purred, bouncing on the principal's lap as his cockhead struck her womb repeatedly.
She worked her hips in a circular motion, keeping the cock completely engulfed in her cunt, letting it push around her pussyhole.
"You're going to do everything I ask of you, aren't you, Miss Mannon?"
"Yes."
"You'll suck my cock and fuck me whenever I tell you to, won't you, Miss Mannon?" "Yes!"
"You'll do anything and everything I say without question or hesitation, won't you."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Brigette chanted, knowing that she was losing control of her own life and not caring. "I'll do anything you say!"
Brigette released her pussyjuice, shivering through a hard, satisfying climax. Her slick girl-cum gushed from her pussy, staining the front of Bradley's pants. She knew he'd make her clean him off with her tongue, but that didn't matter to her now because she had a foot of rigid, fiery cockmeat stuffing her pussy. And from the way Bradley was fucking her, she figured she'd cum at least once more before she got her pussy deluged with his fuck-cream.
As Brigette soared on the lusty sensations going through her body, she could hear Bradley telling her she'd have to fuck and suck the Cools and the Jocks as often as they wanted and she readily agreed to everything he said. Quivering, her lust-throbbing clit tingling madly, she agreed to lick Farrah Anderson's cunt in front of the entire world, if that's what Bradley demanded of her.
As she fucked her boss, Brigette wondered how long she could take so much pleasure and still remain sane.
It really didn't matter to the curvaceous, stunning librarian if she was or wasn't sane, because the one thing she was absolutely certain of was that the following months would be filled with hard cocks and juicy cunts.