Chapter 1
Farrah Anderson was beautiful enough to give any man a hard-on at fifty paces. She was tall, standing five-foot-nine, and she had a face that men dreamed about. Her body was long, lean and magnificent. Her silvery platinum blonde hair always seemed unkept, yet sexy and erotic.
She had sparkling green eyes and a wide mouth and when Farrah flashed that smile of hers, men felt their cocks get hard in their pants.
Her 35B-24-35 physique was finely tuned by hours of hard exercise, and since she taught physical education at the local high school, she got plenty of exercise.
She was twenty-eight, and though she was a little worried about turning thirty in just a couple of yearsy Farrah's physical charms had never been greater.
When Principal Bradley called her into his office that morning between the first and second hours, Farrah's mind was spinning. She wondered if she'd been caught by someone doing something she shouldn't have - something like getting her seething cunt licked by one of the male students.
"Hello, sir," Farrah said softly to the distinguished-looking principal. "You said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes," Principal Bradley said in a grave voice. "Step into my office."
Farrah was beginning to wonder if maybe she should have, changed into her street clothes before coming to her superior's office. The swim suit she had on, though it was a one-piece job, clearly showed how her nipples made dents in the sheer, clingly nylon fabric. Her long, naked legs scissored smoothly as she stepped into the small office, sitting in the one chair that faced Bradley's desk.
Bradley closed the door behind Farrah, pausing to watch the stunningly attractive blonde move. Though he liked big tits on a woman, Farrah's body really made his cock hard. That crazy, lion's mane hairdo, with the swirling mass of platinum blonde tresses always going this way and that, moved with every step she took.
Farrah's gorgeous face, that wide mouth seemingly begging to be kissed, to be filled with a big cock, had an immediate effect on Bradley. His prick, all twelve throbbing inches of it, was beginning to stretch down the leg of his trousers. He moved to his desk, sitting down quickly so the gorgeous teacher couldn't see the growing lump in his pants.
"As you well know," Bradley began, trying to sound as authoritative as possible, "there's been trouble brewing in this school for the last couple weeks. It borders on gang warfare."
"Yes, sir, I know," Farrah said, still not having any idea why she had been asked to Bradley's office. "The trouble is apparently between the Jocks and the Cools. The Jocks are all athletes. The Cools are all involved with their cars and that sort of thing."
"Precisely."
Bradley cleared his throat, looking at the scantily clad woman sitting before him. The leg holes of the swimsuit weren't cut particularly high on the hip, but she still revealed an expanse of thigh flesh that made his prick pulse painfully in his pants.
"And what I want you to do is get to the bottom of the trouble, then put an end to it."
"Sir?"
Bradley's eyes locked into Farrah's as he looked straight through her, into her soul. "I want you to put an end to the fighting. I don't care how you do it. I don't care whose help you enlist. I just want the fighting to stop . . . now!"
Bradley cleared his throat, his eyes roaming down Farrah's body to her pointed nipples making themselves seen poking out the tight swimsuit.
"Just get the job done, Miss Anderson. Until you get the job done, all your other duties will be put on hold."
"No more phys. ed. classes?"
"Not until this fighting stops."
Bradley got up and walked around the desk. His face was set hard, like granite, his hips pursed into a thin, severe line. He leaned against his desk, his crotch now at face-level with the beautiful woman.
"I didn't say anything when I saw you licking Kandi Murphy's pussy last month, and I didn't say anything when I watched you getting your hot pussy fucked by Bob Needles, the French teacher."
Farrah's heart was pounding in her chest. He saw her doing those things! Farrah knew now that she would have to follow every order given by Principal Bradley if she was ever going to keep her job.
"I see," she said slowly. "You just want me to end the fighting ... using any assets I might have."
"Exactly."
"And if I need the help of a friend, you'll take all teaching responsibilities away from her, too, until the assignment is completed?
"Yes."
"Principal Bradley?" "What?"
"I'm going to give you the best blow-job of your life."
Farrah sat on the edge of the chair, calmly reaching out and unfastening Bradley's belt. She opened his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his cock and balls out. She gasped at the size of Bradley's prick. It was the biggest hunk of cockmeat she'd ever seen!
"You're hung like a horse!" Farrah whispered.
The cock dangled out from Bradley's crotch, a long, squiggly blue vein running along the broad upper surface. Beneath the cock hung Bradley's balls, egg-shaped inside the hairy nut sac. Farrah suspected that those nuts would give her a great deal of cum. And if there was anything Farrah Anderson loved, it was cum.
She wrapped her hand around the shaft of Bradley's awesome cock. With her hand around the prick, Farrah was surprised to find she still had more cockmeat to suck on that most men had to begin with. She began stroking the fiery prick, bringing her hand back and forth over the burgeoning length.
Farrah blew her warm breath against the pricktip. The head of Bradley's cock was mushroom-shaped, as big as a small apple, looking as delicious as any pricktip Farrah had ever sucked. She licked her lips, making them shine. Her wide mouth was perfect for giving blow-jobs, but she had never been challenged before with a cock that measured a mind-boggling twelve inches.
"I love your cock," Farrah sighed, raising the prick.
Because Bradley's cockpole was so huge, it didn't stand up on its own like smaller cocks. Instead, it drooped out from his body, the cockhead angling slightly downward. The horny blonde raised the cockpole so the cockhead was pointed toward her mouth.
"I'm going to suck you dry as a bone."
The hot-blooded teacher brought her lips to the head of Bradley's cockpole. At the first contact of flesh to flesh, the prick leaped in her fist. Farrah hilted her head back, looking up into Bradley's face as her tongue snaked out between her lips, grazing along the underside of the throbbing pricktip.
"Mmmmmm!" she purred, delighting in the manly flavor of the cockhead.
She lapped the cock, curling her tongue around the fat crown of Bradley's prick while her right hand worked back and forth from the rim of the knob to the root. She pounded the cock firmly but gently, not in any hurry to receive her rich reward of delicious fuck-cream. Right now all Farrah was concerned with was sucking cock.
"Lick it, Miss Anderson," Bradley said.
He crossed his arms over his chest and trying to appear nonchalant. The fact that his thighs were flexed into painful knots of hard muscle was proof that he wasn't nearly as calm as he was pretending.
Holding the cock higher, Farrah opened her mouth as wide as possible, turning her face to one side as she moved closer to Bradley's body. She began nibbling on the shaft of his prick rod, chewing with her lips while making sure her teeth didn't graze over the sensitive cockpole.
Farrah took her time, tonguing and chewing on the jaw-stretching shaft of Bradley's prick. She grabbed the cockhead in her fist, squeezing the spongy cockknob, feeling it pulse against her palm. Her nipples were hard, standing out prominently through her swimsuit.
"Mmmmmmm!" she crooned lustily, giving her head a little shake to move the satiny, soft curls of blonde hair away from the spit-slickened meatpole.
The size of Bradley's prick was almost frightening. As she licked the throbbing cockshaft, she wondered what the huge prick would feel like slicing into her seething, forever-horny cunt and rubbing against her tingling clit. The thought made her quiver as she leaned closer to Bradley's body, grabbing his hairy balls and pressing them against her cheek as she tongued the base of his prick.
"Very good," Miss Anderson," Bradley said calmly, fighting to hold the jism in his nuts for as long as possible.
The heat of Farrah's cheek against his throbbing balls made him want to release his pent-up wad of cock-cream. But he knew that if he did that he'd only make a mess of the floor of his office. Besides, Bradley had other plans for his spunk.
"Lick them," Bradley instructed. "Lick my balls!"
Farrah raised the balls, sticking her tongue as far out of her mouth as possible. She lapped the egg-shaped cum-givers, tonguing them slowly and tenderly, exciting Bradley.
The blonde opened her mouth as far as possible and used the tips of her fingers to tuck one nut inside the warm, moist recesses of her mouth. She sucked on the balls while rolling her tongue around them, hollowing her cheeks in to conform them to the flesh.
"Mmmmmm!" Farrah purred, savoring the meaty flavor of Bradley's balls.
She could feel the shaft of his prick pulsing hotly against the side of her face as she tongued his nuts. It wasn't until Farrah had gotten both balls wet and slippery with the juices of her mouth that she finally turned her attention back to the shaft of Bradley's gigantic, fiery cockpole.
Farrah slipped smoothly off the chair, resting on her knees on the floor of Bradley's office. The lust-swollen petals of her pussy were slick with pussyjuice, sticking wetly to the tight-fitting swimsuit. Farrah wanted to peel the suit off to free her taut, up-turned tits and finger-fuck her turgid pussy, but she didn't want to do anything that might annoy Bradley.
"Now you get the full treatment," she cooed softly, flicking her tongue out snake-like to graze the tip over Bradley's pisshole.
A pearl-like drop of pre-cum oozed from the cockknob. Farrah stroked the prickshaft while fondling Bradley's balls, watching the pre-cum glistening from the overhead lights. She inhaled deeply, catching the pungent aroma of cum. Her mouth watered in anticipation of gulping down the rich, creamy bolts of jism she knew would blast from the older man's huge cockhead.
Tonguing off the pre-cum, Farrah's taste buds were tantalized by the salty, acrid flavor of spunk. Trembling, remaining on her knees, she brought her lips to the head of Bradley's prickpole and began gulping it into her mouth.
Farrah's lips crept slowly over the cockhead, finally slipping over the rim of the crown. She squeezed her lips around the prickshaft, putting her tongue to work on the underside of the pricktip. Her slick, pink tongue danced over the cockknob, curling around the delicious crown and lapping up any pre-cum that drooled from Bradley's pisshole.
"Mmmmmft!" Farrah slurped.
Holding the cock in her right hand and his balls in her left, Farrah turned it on for Bradley. She swarmed her head and shoulders, gulping the cockpole into her lovely, attractive face until the pricktip was pressing firmly against the opening of her throat. The huge, fat, throbbing cockpole stretched and ovaled her luscious lips, distorting the woman's magnificent facial features.
"That's it, Miss Anderson," Bradley said softly, feeling the spunk rolling to a boil in his balls.
He wondered how long he could have the hot-blooded blonde wench sucking on his cock before he gave her what she so obviously craved - his cum.
For Farrah, who loved giving blow-jobs, Bradley's cock was the best in the world simply because it gave her so much to suck on. She bobbed over the prick, dragging her hot lips over the rubbery, sensitive rim of the cockhead. Her tongue was in constant motion, flicking here and there, probing for the most sensitive spots on Bradley's prick.
"Mmmmmmmft!" the blonde crooned, her nipples literally aching for attention.
As Farrah sucked cock, her cuntlips were split by her swimsuit pulling up unnaturally tight between her legs. Her clit was red-hot, begging to be caressed. A stain of pussyjuice showed in the burnt orange swimsuit.
Chewing on the fiery prickshaft, Farrah shook her head; her hair flicked over her shoulders as her tits bobbled. She trembled, salivating freely around the cockrod, filling her hot, wet mouth with the man's meaty prick. She whacked harder and faster on the prickshaft, amazed at how much cockmeat her hand could travel over while her mouth continued working feverishly on the cockhead and several inches of stem. Farrah's cheeks were caved in, squeezing the sides of the prickrod.
"Ohhhhh! Goddamn it, Miss Anderson, you're going to make me cum if you keep that up!" Principal Bradley said through clenched teeth.
Those were precisely the words Farrah had been waiting to hear. She removed her hands from his cock and balls, wanting to get him off with just her hot lips and frisking tongue. Tilting her head back, her lips pulled out, the cockhead almost coming out of her mouth. She looked at Bradley's face and was pleased to see that it was completely distorted with his raging lust.
Farrah put her hands on the principal's quivering thighs, holding him steady as she jerked her face over his cockpole. She sucked furiously on the prick, hot, slurping sounds coming from her as she gave the cock every bit of her experience. Her hair flew around her shoulders, slapping the sides of her face as she filled her hungry mouth with his cockhead and shaft.
"Ummmmg!" she slurped.
The lusty teacher nearly gagged on the awesome cockpole when it slammed against the back of her mouth. Her neck swelled out to accommodate the huge, bullet-shaped knob of Bradley's prick. Tears pooled in her wide green eyes, but she continued whipping her hot lips over the cock, driven on by the insatiable need to gulp down his fuck-cream.
Farrah felt the cockrod bucking between her lips. She tongued feverishly against the delicious, red-tinted cockhead, flicking her tongue against the pisshole to lick off the pre-cum that oozed out.
"Miss Anderson ..."
Holding just the tip of the rod between her lips, she felt the enormous shaft jerk. A thick, spewing jet of spunk exploded from Bradley's balls, screaming through the long tube of his prick before exploding from the pisshole. The cum, thick and creamy, splashed over Farrah's frisky tongue, filling her mouth with its salty essence.
She pushed her face forward, chewing the cock deeper into her mouth as Bradley's body spasmed. His throbbing cock jerked between the blonde's butter-soft lips.
A second streamer of spunk exploded from the prick, splashing against the roof of Farrah's mouth and spewing over her tongue. She swirled the mass of fuck-cream around, tonguing it against the prickknob from which it had come. She savored the salty, sharp flavor as she chewed the prick deeper into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmft!" she purred, her cheeks hollowed as she drew an even harder vacuum on the jetting prick.
When her mouth was completely filled with jism and cockmeat, Farrah swallowed. The gooey blobs of spunk trickled down her gullet, coating her mouth and throat with the manly flavor of Bradley's cum. Farrah continued bobbing her head and shoulders, whipping her hot lips over the rim of the cockhead.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Bradley sighed weakly, feeling his balls emptying themselves in the beautiful blonde's hotly sucking mouth.
Farrah sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The prick knob flexed against her tongue, spitting out several more rich eruptions of jism that she quickly gulped down. Her tits jiggled, held snugly to her body by the swimsuit. Her blonde-fringed pussy hungered for a cock to fill it.
"Mmmmmmm! Ummmmmm!" Farrah crooned lustily, grabbing the root of Bradley's prick.
She squeezed it from the base, working her hand slowly toward the fat cockhead. She managed to get a couple more precious drops of nectar from Bradley's prickshaft before she let the cockpole slip out from between her lips.
The cock drooped out from Bradley's body. Farrah tongued the cockpole clean, lapping at it tenderly. When she was finished, she tucked Bradley's cock and balls back into his pants and zipped him up, allowing him to refasten his belt.
"You're incredible," Farrah said, remaining on her knees and looking up at her superior. "I've never sucked a cock that big in my life. Give me another chance and maybe I'll even be able to deep-throat it."
"All in good time, my dear," Bradley said, walking back around his desk and sitting down wearily. "Right now you've got other matters to attend to."
"Right," Farrah replied.
She left Bradley's office, already thinking of how she could end the feud between the Jocks and the Cools.