Chapter 1
I pick myself up after being table topped by Ken and Jude. That sounds much worse than it actually is.
"Dude, are you okay?" Anthony asks as he helps dust me off as we make our way back to the locker room after practice.
"I'm fine..." I mutter. "Why do they have to be such assholes?"
"I know, right? Joining the football team definitely did not make us cool. In fact, it just gave Ken and all his asshole friends more chances to pick on us," Anthony says.
Noah was right and what makes things worse is that Anthony doesn't even want to associate with Noah after his... Transformation.
Now it's just the two of us. Noah won't even talk to us anymore now that he's friends with all those girls. The irony is that I envy him. Not the part where he now dresses like a girl, but he gets to hang out with 4 girls who basically swarm him. Anthony and I can't even get a girl to look at us.
After we change, Anthony's mom picks him up, leaving me all alone. As I sit and wait for my sister to get done with her volleyball practice, Ken and his friends exit the fieldhouse.
"Marc. Look, man, we're really sorry about table-topping you earlier man. It's all in good fun," he says, flipping his golden blonde hair aside. "Look, let's start over. I think you should be one of us. What are your plans for tonight?"
"I uh..."
"If you don't have anything planned, you should join us for a little team bonding," he says.
"What kind of team bonding?" I ask.
He wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me away from the field house with his friends. "The kind of team bonding that will make you super popular."
"Really?" I ask as my eyes light up with delight.
"Yeah, really! Tonight we're going to play a huge prank on the school,"
"What kind of prank?" I ask.
"The kind that involves lots of spray paint, ski masks, and balls," he says.
"I have balls," I say.
"Great, now all you need to do is get us some spray paint and ski masks. Think you can do that?" Ken asks.
"Yeah. That'll be easy," I say.
"Great! We'll explain it more later. Why don't you get the paint and ski masks and meet us in the gym. Think you can do that?" he asks.
"Sure, I can do that."
"Good, do that and you'll be the coolest kid in school. All the girls will flock to you like seagulls after a french fry."
"Cool! What time are we meeting?"
"Say, 8 pm. How does that sound?" he asks.
"I can do that."
"You're the man," Ken says as he gives me a pat on the back. "We'll see you then. But remember this, if you get caught, you better not talk. Snitches get stitches. And if anyone finds out you're a rat, no one will want to talk to you."
Ken and his friends get into Weston's convertible and take off.
This is so exciting. I can't believe they're inviting me to pull off a prank. I knew joining the football team would pay off.
My mom pulls up in the minivan and I hop in the front seat. "Hey baby," she says as she brushes a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. "How'd practice go?"
"Great! Hey mom, can I get a ride back to the school later? I have a project I need to work on. It's a group project."
"Okay, sure." she gives me a bright smile, her hazel eyes gleaming like the sun as she pulls out of the parking lot.
"I thought Liz was supposed to pick me up?" I ask.
"Well, she asked me to. She's got her own group project to work on at Ashley's house," mom says. Yay right. She's probably telling the same lie I just made up. "By the way, Bailey's coming back home this weekend. And guess who's got the weekend off?"
"Hmm. I don't know. Who?" I ask playfully. "You?"
"Of course! We're definitely going to plan something fun with just the four of us," she says.
"That sounds exciting, I can't wait," I say.
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Later that night at the school
Okay, I got the paint and the ski masks. Walking into the gym, it's completely empty. Volleyball must've finished their practice early.
Oh shit! What happened? Someone already spray painted the gym floor! What the hell? It says Noah Clark is a sissy slut.
"Mr. Weeks, may I ask what you're doing here so late?" I turn around and see Principal Davis walking into the gym. She's the sexiest Principal ever to take up the title. She's Asian with a pair of legs that I would do anything to get in between. Not to mention a bust that fills up her blouses quite nicely and an ass that can barely be contained her tight business skirts. She's the woman of my dreams. But she's so intimidating. She can freeze a man with just a glance. Her presence commands fear and respect.
"What in the name of..." she gasps.
"I uh..." Fuck. What do I tell her? Come on, think of a good lie. Shit. "I..."
"Mr. Weeks. Grab your things and come with me to my office. Now!" she says. Fuck... I wouldn't dare disobey Principal Davis. My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest, I'm surprised she can't hear it. My hands a sweaty. I can feel a panic attack coming on.
I grab my backpack and follow her with slumped shoulders and my head hanging in defeat. How could I let this happen? I'm so stupid. It was a setup this entire time. Are they trying to get me expelled?
As we arrive in her office, she has me sit down across from her desk as she plops down in her chair. "I caught you red-handed. This doesn't look good for you. You better have one hell of an explanation. And I'll say this once. Tell the truth and your punishment will be less severe then if I catch you lying."
"Okay. Okay. It was me," I spit it out before I even have a chance to stop myself. Why did I just admit to something I didn't do?
"Just as I thought. Thank you for coming clean. I know it can be hard to tell the truth. Now, who else was going to be involved? You weren't alone or else you wouldn't have 4 other ski masks," she says.
"I uh..." Shit. The memory of Ken telling me snitches get stitches replays over and over again in my mind. If I rat no one will want to hang out with me. I'll be ostracized. Plus, they'll probably get suspended and won't be able to play football and everyone will blame me for it. "I acted alone."
"You're lying," she says.
"I... I can't tell you. I won't be a rat. I'm sorry, Principal Davis. I'll take full responsibility for my actions," I say. My stomach feels like it just shrunk into nothing. I think I'm going to throw up. Sweat starts to excrete out from every pore.
"I just can't understand why you would do this. I thought you and Noah along with Anthony were best friends? Is it because she's trans? I will not tolerate such blatant phobia in my school," she says clearly upset.
I have no words as tears form from my eyes. "I..."
"You know I can expel you for this," she says.
I look up at her with water-filled eyes. "No! Please, anything but that. I'll do anything."
"Anything?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! Anything. I'll scrub the gym floor clean. I'll spend the rest of my life in detention. Anything."
A sadistic smirk crosses her face as she gets up from her chair and struts around and leans against the edge of her massive oak desk. "We might be able to come up with some kind of arrangement that doesn't involve expulsion."
My eyes light up as I look up at her. "Really?"
"Perhaps. It all depends on you," she says. "How far are you willing to go to make up for this?"
"I'll do anything, Principal Davis. Anything!"
"We'll just have to see," she says with a devilish grin. "I'm in need of a personal assistant. And you fit the bill perfectly. I even know a way to extinguish the bigotry you hold inside of you."
"I'm not..."
"Hush! I'm speaking. Don't open those lips of yours unless given permission," she snaps.
I nod.
"As I was saying. I require a personal assistant. You can either take the position or be expelled. What'll it be?"
"What exactly does this position entail?" I ask.
Her smirk grows more malicious. She stands up, runs her hands down her body and slowly starts to hike up her skirt. My heart tries to race out of my chest. Is this really happening? I'm about to see Principal Davis's pussy? I must be dreaming.
I sit up from my seat as I inch closer.
She reveals her black silk panties. My mouth salivates with giddy anticipation. She spreads her legs apart and tugs on her underwear as the biggest dick I've ever seen plops out and stands at attention. "What the..."
"Don't like what you see?" she asks with a look of pure dominance.
"I... You have a dick!"
"Yep and if you want to remain a student at this school, you'll want to get well acquainted with it," she says in such a sultry tone.
"I... I'm not gay."
"I don't care. You defaced my precious school. You performed actions that would get any student expelled. I could easily have you arrested for destruction of public property. But I'm giving you a chance to atone for it. I'm offering you an opportunity to come out scot-free. At least from being expelled and criminally prosecuted. You don't want that, do you? I certainly don't want such a promising student getting his life ruined by such a stupid act. All you have to do is suck a little dick every now and then. Take it up the ass once in a while. Is that so bad? I bet you'll enjoy it. You definitely seem like the type."
Oh my god, this can't be happening to me. How did I get myself into this situation? I... What everyone finds out that I sucked a dick? But I can't get expelled or worse, go to jail. I feel like I'm going to be sick.
"What'll it be? The clock is ticking. Should I get the police over here and show them what you did to the gym?" she asks as she reaches for the phone.
"No! I'll do it. Just don't call the cops or expel me. And please don't call my mom," I beg as tears fall from my eyes.
Her smile widens. "Good boy. Now get to it. I'd like to get home at some point tonight."
She walks closer, bringing that fat, long dick to my lips.
I look up into those dark eyes of hers. She gives me a look of pure possessiveness. "Come on now. This dick isn't going to suck itself. Give it a kiss."
Reluctantly, I lean in and place my lips upon the tip. "Good boy. Now taste it."
I open my mouth and lick the underside of her cock. She lets out a moan. "Yes, just like that. Take the head into your mouth. Suck on it."
I open my lips and take the tip between them, wrapping them tightly around the shaft of her cock. I try to pretend it's a popsicle and suck on it. "Urgh. Yes!"
I twirl my tongue around the tip. "That's it! Do that again."
This isn't so bad. It actually tastes kind of good. I lick up the tip of her dick and suck on it some more.
She purrs her satisfaction as she grabs handfuls of my hair and forces more of her dick in my mouth.
Her hips start to push back and forth, sliding that dick in and out of my mouth.
I grab onto her hips for support as she pulls my head down. Her cock reaches the entrance of my throat and I gag. She lets up a bit before pushing back. Again, she tickles my throat with the tip of her dick, causing me to cough on it before pulling back. She propels her hips forward.
This time she doesn't stop. She jams her dick against the entrance to my windpipe. Drool runs down my chin as I start choking on her dick. Suddenly, my nose meets her pelvis as her cock pops down my air tube. I panic as the need to breathe reaches a boiling point. I push against her. Plead and beg with my eyes as tears roll down my cheeks.
Finally, she lets up and allows my head to pop free of her dick. I cough and gag. She smothers her cock all over my face, smearing my own spit everywhere.
With a handful of hair, she jams her cock back into my mouth. Before I know it, it's back down my throat and I'm struggling to take all of it.
I can hear the sound of a clicking noise. I look up to see her taking pictures of me sucking her dick as she thrusts her hips back and forth. No! Why would she do that?
She moans as she starts to hump my face. The sound of her balls slapping against my chin creates a vivid image in my mind. She sets her phone down as she finally pulls out, but she won't let go of my hair as she starts stroking her big dick. All of a sudden her cock sprays a giant load all over my face. She holds her phone out once again and captures it all.
She pushes her dick back into my mouth and fills it with her jizz. The salty and musky flavor nearly makes me gag, but I manage to swallow it down before another load fills my mouth. As I gulp it down I find it's not all that bad. It's super thick, but kind of good.
"Fuck that felt so good," she gasps, breathing heavily. "You're such a natural cocksucker. Now you're my cocksucker. Wouldn't want these pictures of you sucking a stranger's cock and your face covered in jizz to get out, now would we?"
"You... Why?"
"I can't let a good cocksucker like you escape. Consider serving my dick your daily punishment. You'll have to clean the gym as well."
"I expect it to be spotless," she says. "Now get out of my office."
Chapter 2
I spent all last night cleaning up the gymnasium. Most of it was a blur. When I finally got home, I had to listen to a lecture from my mom. She was furious that I staid out so late on a school night.
Walking into the school today, all I could think about was Principal Davis. Is she going to call me in her office today? Will I be forced to suck her dick again? Part of me wishes I would've never gone along with Ken's scheme. The other part of me can't stop thinking about sucking Principal Davis's cock. At first, I thought it was disgusting. It was so long and thick. It barely fit in my mouth. It stunk like a musky old pair of underwear. And when she came, it made me gag. But if I'm being honest, it wasn't all that bad. The cum was a bit salty and it was really thick. It made me feel so...
Naughty.
"Yo, Marc. There you are," Anthony says as he walks up. "Dude, you ready for the field trip to the Museum? I hope we get put in a group with Jessica Davis."
"Yeah, whatever," I say.
"I just hope we don't get put into the same group as Noah. Wouldn't that be awkward? I still can't believe he dresses like a chick now," he goes on. God, I wonder if she'll try to make me take her cock up my ass. I won't be able to handle it. It's too big! "It's just mindblowing. One day he's a normal kid and the next he goes full sissy. We really need to distance ourselves from him or we'll never hear the end of it from Ken and his friends."
"Yeah, sure," I mumble. What if Principal Davis forces me to wear girl clothing? Will Anthony try to distance himself from me? God, I hope that never happens.
As we turn the corner, we run into Ken and his friends as he slaps the books out of Timothy Garrison's hands. Ken's eyes meet mine and I can see the whites in his eyes. I immediately turn around. "Yo! Hey, wait up. Didn't expect to see you here."
He pulls me aside and pushes me up against the locker. "Dude, come on!" Anthony says.
"Get lost, chubby," Ken says before his gaze returns to me. "You didn't say anything about us, did you? And I see the paint got removed."
"I didn't say anything. I swear," I say as he presses his arm against my throat. "You better not of or I'll."
"What in the name of God is going on here?" Principal Davis says as she walks up.
"I... uh... We were just messing around. You know. Just having some good ole fashion football shenanigans," Ken says as he lets me go and rubs the back of his neck.
"That's not what it looks like to me," Principal Davis says. "Mr. Weeks. Is everything okay?"
Ken gives me a look that says it all. If I talk I'm dead. "Yes, Principal Davis, everything is just fine."
"Well then, Mr. Weeks. You're just the student I was looking for. I'm going to need you to come with me to my office," she says.
I can feel Ken's eyes burning holes in the back of my head as I follow the Principal back to her office.
"You know, I have zero tolerance for bullying in my school, but I can't do anything unless you tell me," she says as we enter her office.
"Nothing is going on," I say.
"Just like nothing was going on last night when I caught you in the gym?" She raises an eyebrow.
I shift uncomfortably under her gaze. "So, what did you want with me, Principal Davis?"
She relents with a sigh and heads over and takes a seat behind her desk. "It has been such a stressful and tense morning today. Teach meetings, students behaving like little shits. Parents yelling in my ear. The list goes on. If you would be a dear and get on your knees underneath my desk, I could really use a quick blow job. That would release so much of my unwanted tension."
I knew this was coming. "Just remember, one word from me and expulsion for you."
I let out a sigh. "Yes, Principal Davis."
"Good boy," she smirks. "Now get to it."
I look up into those dark eyes of hers as she hikes up her skirt and gives me such a devilish grin. I take in a deep breath before taking the first step over to her. I drop to my knees between her thighs and run my hands up her legs. My stomach feels like it's trying to vomit out of me. The phone beeps. She puts her index finger to her lips, telling me to be quite as she answers it.
"Yes?" she asks.
"Jude Rogers is waiting out here. Did you want to speak with him?" her secretary asks.
"Ah, yes. I did want to speak with him. Give me a few seconds and send him in," she says hanging up the phone.
"Looks like we're going to have company. Why don't you scoot under this desk? Don't make a sound, but get to work. I still need to blow my load," she says.
"We can't do this. What if he finds out?" I ask.
"Oh calm down. He's not going to find out. Now hurry up and get in there before he comes in." She pushes me down under her desk as she scoots up, trapping me here. "Now get to it. I don't have all day."
I let out a long sigh and crawl up her legs. "Don't make any noise," she says.
There's a knock at the door. "Come in," Principal Davis says as pull her black lace panties aside to find a hardening fat cock spring out.
"You wanted to see me, Principal Davis?" Jude asks. He's a total douche bag, One of Ken's best friends. if he found out I was sucking dick he'd tell everyone. I slowly wrap my fingers around her cock and start to slowly jerk her off. "Yes. Have a seat."
I bring my lips to her balls and lather them up. "You're failing most of your classes. If you can't get your grades Uuup..."
She shifts pressing that cock against my face as I lick up her shaft and take the tip of her dick in my mouth. 'You won't be able to play in Friday's game."
"But Principal Davis. The team needs me," he tries to argue. I slip more of her cock in my mouth as I start to massage her balls. This is too good. Jude's getting his served a dish of justice.
"No buts. Education comes first. Students go to school not to play football but to get an education," she says. I twirl my tongue around the tip. She slides her hands through my hair, grabbing a handful and pushes my head down on her dick. I try my hardest not to gag or make a sound.
"How do you expect me to get my grades up by Friday's game?" he asks.
"Have you even talked to your teachers?" She let's go of my head and I try to catch my breath without alerting Jude of my presence.
"Yes! I have. They're not much help," he says.
"That's hard to believe. What about a tutor?" she asks. She grabs my hair again and pulls me to her crotch. I nearly yelp, but I manage to restrain myself.
"Fine. I'll do it. I'll try anything I can play," he says. I lather her cock up with my tongue and take the head back into my mouth. Her grip loosens up.
"Goooood, I know the perfect student. Marcus Weeks will be your tutor. If I recall, he is your teammate isn't he?" she asks.
"Marcus? Seriously? There's no one else?" God, he's such a fucking asshole. Is she seriously going to make me tutor him? Nothing will get through that thick head of his.
"And what may I ask is wrong with Marcus?" she asks, scooting up in her chair, pushing her cock deeper into my oral cavity.
"Nothing, just a total..." he says something under his breath.
"What's that? I didn't catch that," she says as I inhale her cock and slowly stroke the shaft I couldn't swallow. She grabs my head and pushes her cock down my throat.
"Nothing. Do you hear that?" he asks. I freeze with her dick clogging my windpipe.
"Hear what?" she asks. I can't breathe!
"Nothing, I thought I heard like gurgling sound or something," he says as she holds me there.
"Must've been the pipes," she says. Everything slowly fades to dark all around me.
"Must've," he says.
"Well, it settles it. Marcus will be your tutor. Catch him after class. Now if you please, I have a meeting," she says. He doesn't waste any time getting out of her office. She finally releases me as I'm on the verge of passing out. I fall backward as I take in a deep breath as I fill my lungs. "Hurry up, I wasn't lying, I have a meeting later."
I take another second to catch my breath and regain my composure as I look up into those dark eyes of hers. I crawl back between her legs and get to work on that dick. Kissing the tip and licking up and down the shaft.
"I don't have time for that cute stuff, get to work deepthroating it," She says as she grabs my hair and shoves her fat cock down my throat. She starts bucking her hips as she sinks that dick in and out of my breathing tube. "Urgh. Fuck! Just a few more pumps."
She furiously thrusts those hips as her balls slap against my chin. She pounds my throat. "Fuuuck," she growls. Before I can react, she blasts my throat with her thick cum, painting the inside of my windpipe a pearly white color. She pulls out, leaving the tip inside my mouth and fills up my oral cavity with steaming hot cream. I try to swallow, but she continues to drop load after load.
Finally, her dick starts to soften and she slides it out between my lips. "Fuck that felt great. Now hurry up and get yourself cleaned up. I've got a meeting in 5 minutes."
------X------
Walking into school, I feel a bit nervous. What if Jude knew I was under the desk sucking Principal Davis's dick? Rumors would spread like wildfire and everyone would think I'm gay or something. "Mr. Weeks. Principal Davis would like to see you," Mrs. Stanton says, Principal Davis's secretary. She's a very attractive red-headed woman with knockers slightly smaller than soccer balls. Does she have a dick too? Does every woman have a dick? Of course not. Now I'm just being stupid.
I follow her into the front office. "Have a seat, she's currently busy with a new student."
I sit and wait. What is she going to make me do now, suck her cock again? Will I ever get out of this? Is this how the rest of my time at school is going to be spent? On my knees sucking my principal's cock? What if she wants more? What if she wants to...
A chill goes down my spine as my entire body shakes at the thought. I'm pulled out of my own head as the door to her office opens up and a tall gorgeous blonde girl walks out with a kid I know... what's his name? Riley, I think? Principal Davis follows them out. "I'm glad you chose our school, Ms. Cummings. Your education is of our utmost importance. Mr. Owen is certainly one of our brightest students and I'm glad you two are already close. He will be able to show you around."
"Thank you very much," Ms. Cummings says, biting her lip. I've never seen eyes like hers before, they're purple. Probably contacts.
"Come on," Riley says. "Let me show you to your locker."
She follows him out of the Principal's office.
"Mr. Weeks, just the person I was hoping to see. But unfortunately, I have a meeting. I would like to see you after school. It may take up a large chunk of time, so don't make any plans."
"Uh... Yes, Principal Davis," I swallow down my nerves as she gives me such a wicked smile and a sly wink.
"Now be off. I wouldn't want to make you late for your first class," she says.
I scurry off out of there as quick as I can. My mind filling up with all sorts of lewdness. I don't even think I can imagine what she has in store for me after class. I feel trapped. Not able to say no without reaping such severe consequences. And yet... Part of me is almost excited. The feel of her thick cock as it slid across my tongue was unlike anything I've ever dreamed of. Just thinking about that strong musky scent makes my mouth water. The way she asserts control and the touch of her hands through my hair as she pushes that cock between my lips. I nearly jump out of my pants as a hand lands on my shoulder. "Woah. Relax, man, it's just me. You were off in space or something," Anthony says.
"I... I was just thinking about our history quiz... That's all, " I mutter.
"Sure... Okay." Anthony laughs. "Dude, you know you're pitching a tent right now, right?"
I look down at the horror of my dick trying to break through the prison of my jeans. I quickly grab my books and hold them in front of my crotch.
"Anyway... I guess that futanari girl... Mackenzie, the one who is somehow dating the new starting quarterback, god only knows how that happened. I guess she's throwing a party on Saturday," he says.
"I don't think they like being called that," I say.
"Who cares. She, he... whatever pronoun they refer to themselves as is still a biological boy. You can't argue with science," Anthony says.
I let out a sigh. "I take it you're not planning on going?" I ask.
"Are you kidding me? I doubt anyone's going. No one wants to be seen with a futanari," he says.
"Dude, don't call her that," I spit out.
"What's gotten into you?" he asks.
"Nothing," I say. I certainly don't want to give Principal Davis any more ammunition to use against me. "Is Noah going?"
"Who cares. We can't be seen with him. It'll ruin our chances at ever being popular," he says.
"Why do you care so much about being popular?" I ask.
"And you don't care about what everyone else thinks about you? If we get popular, we can finally get laid. Maybe I can get a chance with Lauren Day," he says.
I let out a sigh and roll my eyes. "Whatever."
As we sit through class, my thoughts are only one subject, Principal Davis and her big fat cock. What if she wants to... What if she wants to put it up my butthole? I'm not ready for that. I don't think I'll ever be ready for that. And yet, why can't I stop thinking about it?
"Marcus, would you care to answer?" Ms. Whitney asks.
"Uh..." I look up at the board at her equation. Great, integrals. I'm not good at those. "I umm. I don't know. I'm sorry."
"Maybe if you paid closer attention to the lecture, you'd be better equipped to tackle such an equation," she says. Does she have a cock too?
At lunch, I meet up with Anthony at our table. We both watch in silence as Noah, dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse walks by us along with the four girls he hangs out with now. He glances our way, but his eyes quickly run away. "He really does look like a girl," I mutter. A hot one at that.
"What is going through his head to just dress up like that?" Anthony asks. "Does he honestly not care what other people think of him?"
"Is that such a bad thing?" I ask.
"When it causes you to dress up and pretend to be a girl, yeah," Anthony says.
"I don't know, maybe we're being too hard on him," I say.
"Are you honestly siding with him?" he asks.
I sigh. "I don't understand why you're so against it."
"Because it's not right," he says.
I cross my arms. "Whatever."
If he really thinks that, what would he think of me if he ever found out I was sucking Principal Davis's dick?
The rest of school went by so slowly as I watched the clock click down until I have to meet with Principal Davis. My mind's filled with thoughts on what she will do to me. My stomach feels as if I swallowed a jar full of ants and they're crawling all over the inside of it. My hands are all clammy. My heart's racing like I'm about to take an exam that will decide whether I'm going to pass or fail.
As the final bell rings, my tummy tightens and sweat starts to drip from my brow. I feel like I'm stuck in slow-mo as all the rest of the students rush out eager to get out of school for the day while I make my way to meet my fate.
"Yo, Marc, are we going to tackle Chillshore tonight?" Anthony asks as he meets up with me as I make my way to my locker. "I still need the shield that drops in the battle."
"I... I don't know. I have to meet with Principal Davis... Besides, I'm pretty sure Aratheon is going to be down for maintenance."
"Really? What for?" he asks.
"Nothing! Just extracurricular activity stuff," I spit out.
"Okay, well text me when you get done," he says.
"Yeah... I'll talk to you later," I say, grabbing my bag. I feel like a prisoner on death row, walking to meet my end by lethal injection.
As I walk into the Principal's office, Ms. Stanton has me take a seat. The room feels like it's getting smaller and smaller as my heart beats faster and faster. I think I'm having a panic attack.
My skin feels so cold. Like I'm standing out in the middle of a blizzard, and yet I'm sweating. Suddenly the Principal's door opens up and Stan Read walks out. He glares at me before he leaves. "Mr. Weeks. Come on in," Principal Davis says as she stands at the door. "Jill you can take off. Once I finish with Mr. Weeks, I'll need to head over to the board and finish up there."
The red-headed office secretary nods with a knowing smile. "Have a good night, Principal Davis. Go easy on him," she says as she packs up her things.
My body moves on its own accord as if compelled to do so. She closes the door behind me and I hear the click of the lock as she lowers the shades. My heart's racing 7000 RPMs. "I suspect you understand why I am having you stay after."
I gulp down and barely manage to nod. She gives me a wicked smile. "Good."
"You're still a virgin aren't you?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Once again, I find my head nodding.
Her smile grows deeper and more devious. "Just as I hoped for."
"Now... Get undressed," she says. "I want to see that lovely body of yours."
I gulp down another swallow of nerves as I look up into those narrow dark eyes of hers. "Come on now, I don't have all evening."
I set my bag down and reluctantly take off my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and then dropping my pants. She never takes her eyes off me as she bites her bottom lip. After I strip completely naked, feeling more vulnerable than I ever have, she circles me like a lioness with her prey. "That ass is perfect," she purrs.
"I can tell you're more than a bit nervous. That's okay. Since this is your first time, I will go easy on you. But don't expect it in the future," she says as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing that dark olive skin underneath. "This is, after all, discipline for your bad behavior."
She pulls off her blouse, and then undoes her bra, revealing two large melons with quarter size nipples. "But, if you are my good little boy, I might be willing to reward you."
"Now why don't you unzip my skirt," she says, turning her back to me. I take in a deep breath and slowly tug the zipper down on her skirt. She smiles and then wiggles her hips as she slides the fabric down, revealing a butt so perfect, it has me mesmerized. "Like what you see?"
I thoughtlessly nod as my jaw hangs wide open. She laughs as she turns around. "I'll admit, you're definitely one of the cutest boys I've disciplined. I always thought you were such a good boy before the other night. But if I'm being honest, I can't say I'm not happy about this turn of events. I haven't had a sub in such a long time and you're so perfect for the role."
She dips her fingers below the waistband of her lacy panties and slowly pulls them down and tosses them on the desk. Her cock springs out like a rat trap being triggered. Her dick is so big. I can't possibly imagine fitting up my ass. My butt hurts just thinking about it. "It's going to hurt, isn't it?"
"Just a little at first," she says. "But don't worry, I've taken many anal v cards. Since you've been so compliant, I'll ease the pain. It'll only hurt for a little bit, then you'll be begging me for more."
She places her hand against my chest and pushes me up against her desk. Then she spins me around and bends me over, making my heart practically jump up into my throat. I can feel her hands spread my asscheeks apart before she buries her face in my crack. Her tongue slides up and down before it runs a lap around my tiny butthole, sending a chill through my body. I grab ahold of her desk as she pushes her tongue inside me. Her hands squeeze and knead my butt as she gives my asshole a good tongue bath. It actually feels really good. I don't think I have felt this good before. It's warm and wet. It sends tingles through my body.
She gropes my ass and gives it a slap, leaving a hot sting as the sharp pain echoes through my nerve endings. She then stands up and walks around the desk. She pulls out a bottle of what I can't assume is lube from her desk. She drenches her big stiff cock in it before making her way back behind me. I tense up as I feel the cold liquid splash down the crack of my ass. Her finger runs up between my cheeks, then in one swell push, I go stiff as her finger plunges inside my butt. I can hear her laugh as she twists her finger inside me. "Relax."
As soon as I take in a deep breath, a second finger squeezes inside of me. She grabs my asscheek, digging her nails in my skin. Before I can fill my lungs, another finger plunges inside of me. She pushes them in and out of my ass. I can feel it stretching to accommodate them. To my relief, she pulls them out. I let out a sigh before my eyes go wide as I feel something a lot thicker slide up the crack of my ass.
I grip her desk as the tip of her dick meets my tight little pucker. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as the head of her cock presses into the entrance of my backdoor. With a loud pop, her dick sinks inside of me. I gasp out as I collapse on her desk. It definitely hurts. And it's not comfortable at all. I feel really full.
"Breathe," She says as her hands spread my ass cheeks apart. "The worst part is over."
I fill my lungs with air and let it all out slowly. It feels so weird. I can't believe I'm doing this. What would people think if they saw Principal Davis plowing me up the ass? Slowly, she pushes more of her dick inside me as a groan escapes my lips. She pulls out just a little, before pushing another inch inside me. As my groans get louder. She stuffs her panties in my mouth. "Shhh. Be silent, slut."
Her hand crawls up my back and grabs ahold of my hair. Another loud slap sets my ass ablaze with stinging pain. Suddenly, her dick slams all the way inside me, making my eyes go wide as tears roll down my cheeks. "Listen very closely, Marcus. You are my bitch boy from now on. I'm going to fuck this ass every day and you're going to take it like a good little slut. Understand?"
I mumble out a yes as she pulls out and slams back into me. Her hips smack against my ass. "What's that? I didn't hear you?"
"Yesh!"
She pushes my head against the desk and starts to pound my ass. Her hard thrust echo through my body as a hot flame ignites inside me. Like a firecracker going off, an explosion of pleasure erupts inside me. My own cock, hard as a rock as she slams inside me. I moan out uncontrollably. She laughs. "I knew you were such a dirty slut. Now, you're my slut. I'm going to breed you like the whore you are."
The sound of her hips slapping against my ass echoes throughout the room. "Take my fucking dick," she moans. My ass is burning with pleasure as she saws at it with her big fat dick. She grips my hips as she takes my anal virginity. I'm lost in the sensation as I burn inside. I feel the weight of her as she leans down on top of her, pressing her breast up against my back. "I'm going to have so much fun with you, my little whore. I can't wait to bring you home to my dungeon."
I moan out a muffled jumble of words through her panties stuffed in my mouth. She pulls them out. "I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you submit to me. Say it. Say you're my bitch."
"Yes, Principal Davis. I... uuurggghh." She thrusts hard into my ass, causing an earthquake to shake through me. "I'm your... I'm your bitch!"
"That's a good boy," she says. She pulls my hair as she slaps my ass and really starts to hammer away at my tush. I vision blurs as my eyes roll into the back of my head. The feeling so intense, I black out drowning in all the pleasure. My own cock erupts over her desk as my ass clamps down on her dick. "Fuck, I'm going to cum."
She hilts herself inside of my ass. Suddenly a hot stream of her steamy juice fills me up to the rim. I feel as if I melted like a stick of butter in a microwave. She still continues to thrust inside of me until she empties her balls in my ass. Finally, she pulls out with an audible pop.
She grabs my hair and slides my face down her desk. "Lick up your mess."
I stick out my tongue and clean up the cum my little cock shot out which signifies the last of my independence. I'm completely and utterly her bitch. "Now, get cleaned up, get your stuff and get out. I've got shit to do."
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As I hurry to get to class, I rush into the stairwell and trip. My book and binder skids across the floor as I look behind me to see Ken and Weston standing behind the door. "Hey loser, I noticed you were spending a lot of time in Principal Davis's office. You weren't planning on narcing on us, were you?"
"Do you know what we do to snitches?" Ken asks.
"No... I wasn't planning on telling anyone," I say.
"Good, because snitches get stitches," he says. That's so cliche.
"Is there a problem here?" Principal Davis asks as she walks into the stairwell.
"No, not at all Principal Davis, we were just helping Marc here with his books," Ken says as he picks up my stuff while I climb to my feet.
"Is that so?" Principal Davis looks over at me. I nod.
"Even so, Mr. Weeks, I'd like to see you in my office. There's something I need to talk to you about. Mr. Jackson and Mr. Mitchell, I'd advise both of you to get to class."
"Yes, ma'am," Ken says as he slams my books into my chest before he and Wes go up the stairs. I follow Principal Davis to her office. Once we get inside, she shuts the door and locks it. "Have a seat, Marcus."
As I sit down, she takes a seat in her big comfy office chair. "Listen, I know Ken and his friends were the ones to vandalize our gymnasium. I just don't understand why you are taking the fall for them."
"I..."
"I'm not finished," she goes on. "Listen, Marcus, I let my urges get the best of me and I'm sorry for that. I think you're a bright student with a good future ahead of you. I know it may seem that I am this heartless bitch, but I do care about you and I want to see you succeed. I truly do."
"I... I don't know what to say," I spit out.
"You can start by telling me the truth of that night," she says.
"I... I can't. No one wants to be considered a narc in this school. It's hell."
She lets out a sigh. "I see..."
"Well... " she says. "If you're not willing to give me names, we'll just have to figure out something else."
"Please. I'd just like to move on," I say.
"Marcus, it's not going to get better if you don't do something about it. Trust me, I have a lot of experience with bullies growing up," she says.
"What did you do about your bullies?" I ask.
"I did a lot of things I shouldn't and you definitely don't want to follow my example," she says.
"Then what should I do?" I ask.
"Tell me the truth," she says.
"I can't do that," I say.
She sighs. "What am I going to do with you, Marcus?"
"I'm sorry Principal Davis."
"No need to apologize," she says.
"So... Are we not going to continue..."
"I don't think we should. I crossed the line and I apologize. I wasn't thinking clearly," she says. I can't believe it, but I kind of don't want things to stop between us. She was the first woman I have ever been with even if it was as on the bottom. And now seeing this side of her makes me wish we could be more than whatever it was we were.
"Wha... What if I want to continue?" I ask.
She raises an eyebrow at me. "You mean... You enjoyed being my bitch?"
"I... Uh... Well, I don't know. I just. I've never been with a woman before this... And, I... You were really kind to me today and I just needed that," I say.
"Marcus, as I said, you are a bright student and I know you're a really good guy. But if we continue this, we should definitely lay down some ground rules. How about you come to my place this weekend and spend it with me? We can work it out then," she says.
"Okay. Yeah sure, I can do that," I say.
"Great, how about you come over after the game. Unfortunately, being principal, I have an obligation to be at school events, but I wish I could skip these damn football games," she sighs.
I can't help but laugh. "I'll be honest, normally I wouldn't go, but being on the football team I kind of have too."
This time, she's the one laughing. "I was quite surprised to see you and Anthony going out for the football team."
"So was I," I say.
She lets out another chuckle.
"I'll be honest with you Principal Davis, I think this might be the first time I have ever heard you laugh," I say.
"Well, this school doesn't give me many opportunities to laugh, especially with the parents and the board constantly breathing down my neck," she says, she grabs a pile of papers on her desk and organizes them into a neat stack. "Well, you should probably get to class, Mr. Weeks. I wouldn't want to hinder your education. I look forward to this weekend."
"Me too!" I say as I get up. I look over at Principal Davis and she has a bright smile on her face. It's beautiful, especially given that it's rare to see her smile.
I walk out of her office to see a pale white girl with lots of freckles and shoulder-length brown hair that fades to blonde halfway down. She's wearing a flannel shirt with skinny jeans. "Hazel, you're early," Principal Davis says. "Mr. Weeks, will you hold up a minute. This is Hazel Paige, she'll be a new student here. I'd like you to show her around."
"Okay, sure Principal Davis. I can do that," I say.
"Here, Ms. Paige, this is Marcus Weeks, an honor student here at Fort Myers High. He's definitely someone who you should want to associate with and if I'm not mistaken, I believe your schedules are almost identical," she says.
"Yes, Principal Davis. Thank you so much for the opportunity," Paige says.
"You're very welcome. You earned it. Just work hard. Also, there will be a field trip to the new Museum next week and you're more than welcome to join us," Principal Davis says.
"I'd love to," she says.
Principal Davis grabs a sheet from the front desk and hands it to her. "Great, just get this signed by your parents and you will be all good for the trip."
"Sounds good," she says.
"Now you two don't take too long on the tour, I don't want you to miss too much class," Principal Davis says.
"I'll be efficient," I say.
"And that's why you're an exceptional student," Principal Davis says.
As Hazel and I walk out of the front office, I look up into her vibrant green eyes. "Umm, what's your locker number?" I ask.
She shows me the slip with her locker number. "Oh, that's not far from mine. Normally lockers are organized alphabetically, but seeing how you're a new student, you just get whatever's available which is usually at the end of the alphabet which is where I'm at."
"That's cool. I don't mind," she says as we make our way down the halls and arrive at her locker.
"Here we are," I say.
"Awesome, thanks," she says as she opens up her locker and puts her bag in.
"Okay, so I guess I'll give you the efficient tour of the place," I say and she lets out a little giggle. I take her through the first courtyard. "This is where a lot of people eat lunch, there's also an inside cafeteria along with another courtyard on the other side. Some people also eat lunch at the football field."
"Where do you normally eat lunch?" she asks.
"Any open spot me and my best friend can find. It can get a little Game of Thrones in here," I say.
"Really?" she asks.
"Yeah, the school is kind of run by the popular kids. Mostly Ken Jackson and his girlfriend Jessica Harper. It sucks, but there are still plenty of nice kids too," I say.
"And where do you and your best friend fall in?" she asks.
"Oh, we're straight up nerds. We tried joining the football team to see if that would maybe cool things down, but it didn't," I say.
"That sucks. Bullies are so stupid. I just don't see why everyone can't just get along and accept each other," she says.
"Yeah, you're telling me," I say as we head into the gym. "This is the spot where the bullies thrive. Especially Ken. I will say though, not all jocks are douchebags. Morgan, who's like the all-star receiver is actually a rather nice guy. Stanly, our star running back is rather quiet and looks angry most of the time, but he doesn't go out of his way to bully us. But you're definitely going to want to avoid Joe and Westin. They're Ken's best friends and are total assholes."
"Got it," she says.
"And then there's Jordan. He's the new kid too. Been here a couple weeks. He'll be our new starting quarterback. He's really good. But he doesn't talk much and he's kind of arrogant. Acts like everyone is beneath him, but he has stood up for people. I think it's because he started dating Makenzie. She's trans, but she's actually really nice and kind," I say.
"That's good to know, are there any other people I should avoid?" she asks.
"Yes, it's a long list," I laugh. "Jessica Harper usually hangs out with Lauren Day and Kaitlynn Cohen. Lauren can be really nice, but Kaitlynn is kind of a..."
"I take it she's not so nice?" she asks.
"Yeah... She can be rather blunt," I say.
"Gotcha, so Lauren is okay, but avoid Jessica and Kaitlynn," she says.
"Exactly," I say.
"Outside of the popular kids, you also have the quiz bowl team. Most of them are pretty cool to hang out with. My friend Noah is like the captain, but he's now trans and my other friend doesn't want to hang out with him anymore so now I'm torn between the two of them and I have no idea how to handle it," I sigh.
"If he's trans, doesn't he go by her now?" she asks.
"Yeah, you're right," I sigh.
"Yeah, that can be tough, but I think you should stick by Noah's side. She definitely needs a friend right now as she goes through transition," Hazel says.
"You're right. I should talk to her. By the way, she goes by Penny now," I say.
"That's good to know. You don't want to use her dead name," she says.
"You seem to know a lot about the subject," I say.
"That's because I'm trans," she says.
"Oh... Wow, I would have never guessed," I say.
"Thanks. I actually started transitioning last year," she says.
"Okay, cool," I say.
"You mentioned Makenzie and Penny, are there other trans girls that are open?" she asks.
"I only know of three, including them, there's a girl named Skylar who also recently started to transition," I say.
"Oh cool, I'll have to introduce myself."
"Totally, I can introduce you to Penny," I say. "I'm not really all that close to Makenzie and Skylar though."
"That would be sweet," she says.
"Well, so I guess this was the efficient tour since we have the same class schedule, I can show you the rest as the day goes by," I say.
"Awesome, yeah I suppose we should get to class," she says.
As we head to class, I feel a sense of joy for the first time in a long time. Like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and I can breathe again. As weird as it is, I'm really looking forward to going to Principal Davis's house this weekend.
When it's finally time for lunch. I walk with Hazel Paige to lunch after I grab my packed lunch from my locker as Anthony meets up with us. "Yo, yo, chicken toe," he says as he walks up. "Who's that?"
"This is Hazel, she's the new student here. Principal Davis asked me to be her tour guide."
"Oh. I see, well it's nice to meet you, Hazel. I'm sure Marc told you all about me. I'm Anthony and I'm on the football team. Super cool, right?"
"Ah, sure," she says.
"Anthony, I was thinking, maybe we should talk to Penny and I don't know... Apologize?" I say.
"Why? And why are you calling him Penny? He's the one that betrayed us. Siding with those chicks instead of us and pretending to be a girl," he says.
"Excuse me?" Hazel asks.
"He didn't mean it," I say, trying to avoid a situation. "But seriously, Penny is our friend and I think we should respect her decision."
"What's gotten into you? I thought we were on the same side on this one," Anthony says.
"Not really. We just ostracized our best friend because she came out as trans," I say. "That's not cool at all."
"Dude, come on. If we hang out with Noah, everyone will make fun of us," he says. "As if they didn't pick on us anyways."
"Then why not do the right thing and apologize to Penny?" I ask.
"Did you not just hear what I said? If we start hanging out with Noah, we will get picked on worse than we already are getting picked on," he says.
"So in order to avoid getting picked on more than we are already getting picked on we just have to betray a friend?" I ask.
"Exactly," he says.
"Then I think I'd rather get picked on because I'd rather get bullied than be the one doing the bullying. Come on Hazel, I'll introduce you to Penny," I say, walking away from Anthony.
"Are you serious?" I hear Anthony ask as Hazel and I walk away. I see Penny sitting at the lunch table with the new girls. It's getting confusing with all these new students.
I lead Hazel over there. They look up at us as we approach. "Hey... Uh... Penny. I just have to apologize."
My best friend's eyes widened. "I don't know what Anthony's problem is, but I don't have an issue with who you have become."
"Uh... Thanks! That means a lot to me," Penny says. She brushes aside a string of her dark hair.
The other girls all smile politely. "You're Marc, right?" The dark brunette asks.
"Yes," I say.
"Are you going to introduce us to your friend?" she asks.
"Oh, right. Sorry. This is Hazel Paige. She's a new student and today's her first day," I say.
"Well, why don't you both have a seat and join us," the brunette says.
"We'd love to," Hazel says. "I'm just going to grab lunch first. Will you save this seat for me?"
"Of course," the brunette says as I take the other open seat.
"I gotta say, I'm surprised," the brunette says after Hazel joins us. "What made you change your mind and come around?"
"It was just the right thing to do," I say, knowing full well it was actually Principal Davis that changed my mind. Losing my virginity to her and the thought of being excited to spend the entire weekend with her made me realize how wrong Anthony was, but I obviously can't tell them that. Hazel joins us after she grabs lunch from the cafeteria.
"By the way, Hazel, I'm Bianca Gálvez," the brunette says. "And that's Shyrece Hopkins." She points to the black girl. Then she gestures to the blonde and the other taller brunette. "And those two are Julia Stokes and Ana Garrido."
"It is very nice to meet all of you," she says.
"So, where are you from?" Bianca asks.
"I'm from Boston," Hazel says.
"Oh that's interesting," Bianca says. "I would love to visit there sometime."
"You should," Hazel says.
"So, why did you move down here to Florida?" Julia asks.
"My parents moved down here for work," she says.
"Oh nice," Bianca says.
"Oh shit," Shyrece says.
We all look over at Shyrece. Her eyes are glued to her phone. "Well?" Bianca asks. "Are you going to share?"
"There's a new clip on theshadowleaks.com. This college kid and his girlfriend got jumped." She flips the phone and shows us. A guy and his girlfriend are being attacked by a group of guys. He was crouched over his girlfriend covering her up using his body as a shield as they kicked and punched him. Taking blow after blow while sacrificing himself to protect the girl he loves.
I wish someone felt that way about me. Too bad this is only going to end badly. Why isn't anyone helping him? All of a sudden he erupted from the ground throwing everyone back.
One guy came at him with a bat and smashed his head with it, completely breaking the bat. The guy barely flinched. How is he not out cold by that? He's definitely an Evolve!
Then he started swinging wildly at them, knocking another guy out cold. Finally, some other people came to his aid.
"There's another clip of the same kid going to the same Frat house and he beats them all up. According to The Shadow Leaks, his name is Luke Houghton and his girlfriend is Sandra Gallo and she's trans," Shyrece says.
"That's awful. I can't believe people would do such a thing," Hazel says.
"He's got to be an Evolve," I point out.
"What makes you think that?" Bianca asks.
"He took a bat to the face without even flinching," I say.
"So! Maybe he's just got a hard head," Ana says. "You can't just throw out an accusation like that."
"I didn't know there was anything wrong with being an Evolve," I say.
"Trust me, after what happened in LA, being an evolve isn't a luxury," Bianca says.
"Especially with that asshole Senator Lucian always spitting hate on Evolves," Ana says.
"But what about Senator Sanderson? She seems to be the voice of reason," I say.
"That's one person in an ocean of millions who are vocal about their prejudice against Evolves," Bianca says.
"You all seem very passionate about your stance on Evolves," Hazel says.
The girls give each other quick looks.
"I mean, discrimination is discrimination, it doesn't matter who's being discriminated against," Bianca says.
"That's so true," Hazel says with a halogen smile.
Just then the bell rings ending lunch.
After class, I avoid Anthony and head over to the locker room in order to get ready for the big game that I will most likely be watching from the sidelines as always.
I walk to the locker room and as I start getting dressed for the game, the team trickles in. Chris and Jude walk in and I can already tell Chris is stoned out of his mind. Jude looks over at me and then he walks up. Oh god. Not again.
"Hey. Marc... Principal Davis told me to get with you and see about some tutoring. What are you doing this weekend?" he asks. Wait. what? He's not going to bully me?
"I'm kind of busy most of the weekend. But yeah, I can help you out. Maybe Sunday night?" I ask.
"Yeah, that'll work. You can come over anytime."
"Okay, cool," I say.
As he walks away, Anthony comes in. He looks up at me before walking over to his locker. It takes a while for the team to get ready. It's too bad our new QB can't play tonight. Jordan was a beast in practice. We might actually have a chance at winning with him as our QB.
After we get ready, the coaches come in and give us the typical speech before we rush out on the field and start doing warmups. Soon the game begins and I watch on the sideline as we kick-off. It doesn't take long before the other team pulls ahead.
Since Jordan can't play, we have no decent quarterback. Anthony and I watch on the bench while our team gets squashed. Most of the plays we run are run plays. Stan's good, but when you always run, it's not hard for the other team to predict our plays.
By the end of the game, we got smoked by 35 to 0. And of course, my mom didn't show up. Not that she really got to see me play regardless since all I did was ride the bench.
The locker room is silent as we all change out of our gear. Anthony doesn't say a word to me as he leaves. Normally he's the one to give me a ride home.
As everyone clears out, Principal Davis walks out as she talks with the sports boosters. Her eyes fall upon me and a smile curves upon her lips. As she says farewell, she walks over to me. Her hair is straightened to perfection, as she walks over in her business suit. Her smile brightens. "Well, hello there Mr. Weeks. Need a ride home?"
"Yes, Ma'am. That would be nice," I say, playing along.
"Very well, follow me," she says. We walk over to her car, a nice convertible Tesla. She pulls out once we get in. "So, is your mother okay with you spending all weekend at a friends house?"
"My mom doesn't care where I spend my weekend," I say.
"Lucky me," she says.
It doesn't take long to get to her house, a very nice and quite comfortable Florida style home with clay shingle roof. She parks inside her garage and we enter her very luxurious home. "Wow, Principal Davis, you have a very nice home."
"Why thank you, Marcus. You can call me Kennedy," she says. "At least when we're alone."
"Okay, Ms. Kennedy," I say. "You can call me Marc. At least while we're alone."
She laughs. "God, I really need to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"
"Uh... sure," I say.
I follow her into the kitchen while she opens her fridge. "How about a glass of wine? I promise you, I don't drink that nasty crap most of the wealthy elite drink here. I've got some Chardonnay that'll tickle your taste buds."
"You're letting me drink?" I ask.
"As long as your promise to keep it a secret between the two of us," she says with such a seductive smile. "Besides, it won't be the only law we will be breaking tonight."
"Uh... Sure."
"Great," she says, pulling out a bottle of wine. She pops the top and pours us both a glass. After she hands me mine, she holds hers up. "Cheers, to breaking rules."
We clink glasses and I take a sip. Wow. She wasn't kidding, this tastes great. "Be careful. It's the good tasting shit that you have to watch out for. Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I get changed."
I nod as I walk into the living room and take a seat while she walks down the hall and into her room. It doesn't take long before she comes back out in a skimpy bathrobe, still wearing stockings. She takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch and puts her feet up in my lap. "Would you do me a huge favor and give my feet a rubdown. Wearing heels all day can really make them so sore."
"Sure," I say, setting my wine down on the coffee table. I take her foot in my hand and gently start to rub the aches and pains out.
"So, tell me, Marc, what are your plans after college?" she asks.
"Well, first I need to pick a college. I got two letters of acceptance so far. One from Gennecho University and the other from Santa Barbara University," I say.
"Oh... Both are so far away," she says.
"I have applied to the college in Fort Myers, but I have yet to hear back from them," I say.
"Any idea of what you want to major in?" she asks.
"I'm thinking either computer programming or maybe finance. I'm still on the fence," I say.
"I'm not surprised you're a really bright student," she says, taking a sip of her wine. "And you're really good with your hands."
"Uh... Thanks," I squeak out.
"So, I never really pegged you for a football player, what made you want to try out?" she asks.
"I... I guess I just did it because Anthony thought it'd make us popular. Or at least, less of a bunch of losers," I say, as I switch feet and work on her other foot. A moan escapedescapes her lips.
"I see. Well for the record, I think you're far from being a loser. Geeks and nerds may have a rough time in high school, but they're the ones that end up running the world. Bill Gates was a nerd. And a lot of people say John Farrell is a nerd. So I think you have a bright future," she says.
"Well thank you. And yeah, they are definitely people I look up to," I say.
"Well, good," she says.
"Can I ask you something?" I say.
"Sure, anything."
"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" I ask.
Her face hardens. "I know I come off as a hardass most of the time, I never really intend to be like that. I also got a little carried away with the power trip and it's hard being not only a principal but also futanari. I haven't had an actual meaningful relationship in such a long time I forgot what it felt like. I've also been under so much stress with the board, and the sports booster, I let my desires get out of control and I ended up forcing you into a situation that I shouldn't have. For that I'm sorry. I like you, Marc, you're a smart student and a good kid. I know we shouldn't do this, but I just... I just want to feel something."
"I think I understand," I say, unsure if I do understand.
She takes her feet away and scoots next to me. "Again, I'm so sorry for pressuring you into sex the other day. If you don't want to do this or feel uncomfortable, please say something."
"I'll be honest, I was a bit nervous. And our last encounter left me a bit confused. I realized a lot about myself after that. I guess I like cock. Then today after I met with you in your office, I realized that I was being a total jerk to my best friend Penny and she deserved a better friend so I decided I'd apologize to her."
She lays her hand on my thigh. "Well, I'm glad you made up with Penny."
"I also realized after we chatted that I was actually really excited about seeing where this goes," I say.
"Really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. I have always had a lot of respect for you and I even once fantasized about what it would be like to be with you. Of course, I never thought I'd be the one getting drilled, but now I can't think of having it any other way."
"Is that so?" she asks.
"Yeah. I mean, what about you? Don't you feel the same way?" I ask.
"At first I was just taking my frustration out on you. I can be a bit domineering. I was bullied relentlessly growing up. It's so ironic that I'm a Principal now and using my power to selfishly take advantage of my students. I know that being in control and being dominant is definitely a big turn on for me, so having you in my office that first day, it was impossible to resist. But I knew deep down that it was the wrong thing to do and I did it anyway."
"It's okay if you hadn't done that, I wouldn't be here right now," I say.
She looks down at me with eyes so full of passion. Her hand reaches up and touches my face as she pulls me into a kiss. Her tongue dives into my mouth and takes over my oral cavity. She pulls back and looks into my eyes. "Marc, I know this is wrong, but I like you. I like you a lot. I can't promise I won't be rough, I'm a dominant woman and I like to be in control after all. I just... I want you so bad."
I lean up and kiss her again. Her hands start to tug at my clothes. She pulls my shirt off of me and continues to kiss me as she tugs at my pants, attacking my belt buckle and getting them unzipped before she rips them off. She's like a lioness who caught her prey. Her lips kiss up my stomach and chest as they reach mine. She undoes her robe and pulls it off to reveal her beautiful naked form. My eyes travel up her thick thighs, to that rock hard cock and up her tummy to those full breasts. She bites her lips as her hands pull my boxers off. "Come, Marcus, let's go to my bedroom."
We get up and she grabs me by my cock and leads me along down the hallway to her bedroom. She's got a big bed that dominates the room. She pushes me on it and then she climbs on top of me, kissing me profusely.
Her lips attack my body as her hands explore every inch of it. She then straddles my chest, presenting that big dick to my lips. I look up into her eyes. They're so filled with lust, passion and a burning desire. I part my lips, giving her full access to my mouth. She leans forward and pushes the head of her fat dick past my lips. I twirl my tongue around the tip and start sucking on it. She moans out in delight. She bites down on her bottom lip as she presses her hips forward. Her hands run through my hair and grab a hold of my head, pulling me while she pushes more of her dick in my mouth.
She starts to buck her hips as the tip of her dick rams into the entrance of my throat. I take in a deep breath and swallow her dick down my throat because I know that's what she wants and I desperately want to please her. I'm so ready to surrender to this woman, I don't care if it means sucking her big fat cock or taking it up my ass. I just want to be hers. She makes me feel so desired and wanted. I've never felt that way before.
She slowly starts pushing all of her cock down my throat as my nose hits the root of her dick. My hands slide up her thighs and grab a hold of her thick ass. "That's it baby, take all of my dick down that tight throat. Fuck, you're such a good cocksucker."
I choke and gag as her dick clogs my throat up. She finally leans back and pulls her dick out of my throat and rests it on top of my face, getting it wet with saliva. She finally slides down my body and presses her lips against mine as she lays on top of me.
She reaches over and grabs a bottle from the bedside table. Then she slides down and spreads my legs, pressing them against my chest. She opens the bottle and squirts a glob all over her hand and covers her cock with it before she starts to lather my butt, getting it all lubed up.
I feel the tip of her dick as it rubs up and down the crack of my ass. "Baby, I'm going to make sweet love to you right now. You're going to be mine all weekend long."
"Yes," I whisper. "Please, Principal Davis, make me all yours."
"Fuck, you are so cute," she says, biting her bottom lip as she presses the head of her cock against my rosebud. "I just want you all to myself."
The pressure builds against the entrance of my backdoor as she pushes her dick inside me. I gasp out. She holds her cock there just long enough for my tight ass to adjust before she pushes another inch inside me. Soon she collapses on top of me as I wrap my legs around her. The feel of her breasts pressed up against my chest makes my cock hard. She kisses me deeply as her arms wrap slide underneath me. Her cock sinks deeper inside of me, causing me to groan out as she fills me up and spreads my ass open.
Slowly she starts to roll her hips back and forth, every time she pushes that cock a little deeper inside of me. I hold onto her tightly as she works that dick inside me. I kiss her as our lips and tongues collide. I've completely submitted to her. I just want to be with her. She pushes more of that dick inside me, making me cry out. I feel so full. And yet, I just want to keep that dick inside me.
She fills me up so completely. "Oh fuck, baby, your ass is just so tight."
I squeal as she pushes even more of her dick inside me. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly as her hips start to rock back and forth, each time more of that big cock gets stuffed inside me. I'm moaning as such intense pleasure mixed with the pain of being stretched wide open tears through my body. She kisses me with so much passion, it feels like her lips burn into my skin.
The feel of her cock as it pushes inside me is beyond anything words can describe. I can feel each and every vein. Suddenly her hips smack up against my ass cheeks as she pushes all of her cock inside me. It almost feels as if the wind has been knocked out of my lungs. I gasp for air as her lips trace down my neck.
She begins her conquest as she starts to thrust inside me faster and harder. My moans fill the room along with the sound of the bed slamming against the wall. She pummels me into a sweet bliss of pleasure as her cock hits that hot spot inside me. My own cock is so close, it's on the verge of spewing my cum all over the place.
I hold on tight as she lets loose, slamming her hips into me, driving that cock deep inside me. My moans escape freely with each thrust. The pleasure inside of me has reached its boiling point. Our breathing becomes labored as she starts humping me wildly. "I'm so close. Fuck. I'm going to fill your ass up with a thick load of cum. Are you ready?"
"Yes! Please, give it to me. I'm... Uh fuck, I'm going to cum," I shout out as my cock unleashes a string of jizz between us. She slams into me and all of a sudden a hot torrent of cum fills my ass up. I feel like a lobster in a steaming pot. She starts to gyrate her hips, milking that dick inside me. She kisses me with so much fire. I just want to melt inside her arms.
As our orgasms finally subside, she pulls out of me and takes me into her arms. I look up into those eyes of hers. "So... I... I have something to admit," I breathe.
She looks at me with so much compassion. "Yes, babe?"
"You said the other day that you were going to make me yours... Ah... Bitch or slut or whatever..."
"Babe, I didn't mean those things. I'm sorry, I can be a bit of a bitch. I mean, I like being in control and I can be a bit cruel and I should have never put you in that situation. Even now I feel guilty about all of this."
"I want to be yours. No woman has ever looked at me the way you have. No one has ever desired me as you do. If you want me to be your... Uh... slut, I will. I just want to be with you."
"Awww, you're making my heart melt. I want you so bad. We just have to be careful. I can get into so much trouble if anyone finds out."
"I'm never going to tell anyone," I say.
"I know, we just have to be patient," she says kissing me.
"So, what do you want to do now?" I ask.
She laughs. "Baby, we have all weekend to have fun, let's just cuddle."
She holds me tight and nuzzles her nose against my neck.