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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
by rache

Copyright 2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
Only http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Special thanks to: Eager Beaver Lip-Lock Sex Gloss - High Impact Long
Lasting Fruit Flavored Labia Lubricant
Note: All characters appearing in this story are real people; I didn't
even bother changing the names. The author supports sexual
responsibility, moral sobriety, and political insurgency. Try this at
home. Join the Sexual Jihad: S.A.S.E. to P.O. Box rache696@yahoo.com

See Chapter 00 (Prologue) for story details including codes and
synopsis

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Mrs. Trotter: Naked in School
Chapter Seven


After spending the last hour of the school day in the shower with Todd
Lowry, I felt surprisingly refreshed. My body felt sore, especially my
pussy and ass, but the hot water had done wonders for my stiffness.
The only thing I found truly annoying was the semen still deep in my
bowels. With Todd's help, sort of, I'd managed to get a lot of the
greasy cum out of my rectum, but it would take an enema to clean me
out completely. I didn't particularly want one of those, however, so I
suffered the squishy sensation with as much dignity as I could. But
there wasn't a lot of dignity to be found as I walked naked through
the crowded hallways towards the administration offices.

"Hey Mrs. Trotter!" ... "I remember that ass!" ... "She licked my clit
sooooo good!" ... "You should try her!" ... "Look at her pussy! God!"

"Don't be shy!" Amy said with a giggle, falling into step next to me.
"Everybody knows you're a slut, Mrs. Trotter."

"Yeah," Heather agreed on the other side of me. "It's no big deal. You
just gotta accept it."

"You're just another cock hole now!"

"Three cock holes! I heard like ten guys fucked you in the ass
already."

"Is that true? Oh my God! You're such a slut!"

"That's why she's walking funny. Right, Mrs. Trotter?"

"Cause of all the sperm in your butt? I hate that!"

"I like it!"

"You're a slut too!"

"Shut-up! You're the biggest slut in school!"

"Not anymore!"

"Yeah! Mrs. Trotter's the biggest slut now!"

"Ms. Rodriguez is gonna be so jealous!"

"She's not a slut though."

"Just a whore."

"If I give you five bucks, will you suck my pussy, Mrs. Trotter?"

"Or do it for free?"

"Ms. Rodriguez charges five dollars."

"But it all goes for a big class party at the end of the semester."

"She's so cool!"

"For a being a whore."

"Well, yeah...That's what I meant."

"Excuse me," I told the two girls, pushing my way through the knot of
students waiting to use the telephone.

"See ya tomorrow, Mrs. Trotter!" Amy said with a finger wave.

"Bye-bye, Mrs. Trotter!" Heather giggled. "Have fun!"

I didn't know what that meant and didn't really care as I knocked on
Principal Steinway's half-open door. I peeked inside looking for my
clothes and expecting to see the man waiting for me, but he wasn't
there.

"What are you doing here?" I asked when I saw Valerie sitting in one
of the chairs looking bored.

"Waiting for you," she replied with a surprisingly happy look on her
face. "Mr. Steinway said you wanted to talk to me."

"Oh! Um..."

"He said you're gonna give me detention?" she half-asked. "And then I
can go back to class tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I said slowly. "I was kind of, uh...angry earlier. I don't think
we need to involve your parents."

"I'm sorry I called you a spoiled bitch," the girl sighed, but I found
it hard to believe her. I let it go.

"Just don't do it again," I told her. "Don't talk to anyone that way,
it's not...nice."

"Yeah," Valerie shrugged. "So what do you want me to do? Suck you off
or something?"

"What?" I blinked at her.

"For detention," she said with a tiny smile. "That's what Ms.
Rodriguez makes me do."

"She does?"

"She says I'm really good at it." Valerie tossed her thick brown hair
from one shoulder to the other, as if daring me to challenge her.

"Uh, well...I'm not sure if we should..."

"You want to lick me?" she asked. "Mrs. Curtis likes to do that. She's
such a dyke. I can't believe she actually had a kid."

"I think, um..." Mrs. Curtis looked like a thirty-something Sunday
school teacher! She taught chemistry and I couldn't imagine her having
sex with a student.

"How about, um..." Valerie stood up slowly, biting her bottom lip sexily
as she walked across the room with an exaggerated roll of her sixteen-
year-old hips.

"What?" I swallowed hard.

"We could sixty-nine," she suggested in a husky voice. "Mr. Steinway
won't care."

"Oh!"

"Just close the door," she told me, pulling her cheer sweater upward
to expose a wonderfully flat, pale tummy and then the bottoms of her
smallish breasts.

"Are you sure?" I asked, feeling that all too familiar tingling
between my thighs.

Valerie looked gorgeous and while I'd never before considered another
girl as a sexual object, my first day in the Naked in School Program
had definitely changed me. I wanted her. I couldn't deny the desire I
felt as she pulled the sweater over head and shook her hair free of
it. Her tits were little more than swollen A-cups, I thought, but
topped with the most amazing strawberry colored nipples I'd ever seen.
They looked good enough to eat and I licked my lips, reaching for my
own burning nipples without thinking about it. I had to pinch them and
I did, drawing a sharp breath against the pleasure.

"You know what?" Valerie whispered. "I only said that stuff so you'd
make me stay after school."

"You did?" I smiled at her light laughter, watching as she unzipped
her pleated skirt and let it fall around her feet.

"Uh-huh," she said with a slow nod, kicking off her shoes and hooking
her thumbs in the waistband of her cheer shorts.

"But...Why?"

"Can't you tell?" Valerie cocked her left eyebrow with a grin, pushing
her shorts down to reveal her sexy pussy. "I totally think you're hot,
Mrs. Trotter."

"You do?" My mouth watered at the sight of her moist pink slit barely
hidden beneath a thin cloud of brown pubic hair.

"Oh yeah," she said. "We all do. Amy and Heather...We talk about you all
the time while we're, you know...fucking each other."

"Hmmmm..." I took a deep breath and slid my left hand down my tummy to
find my clit buzzing with eager anticipation.

"Are you gonna close the door?" Valerie asked, balancing on one leg at
a time to peel off her lacy ankle socks. "Or do you wanna let
everybody watch us?"

I closed the door and locked it without taking my eyes off Valerie's
beautiful body. She looked so innocent as she stood there posing for
me. Her hazel eyes and warm smile, her pointed nipples and slender
waist, everything about her seemed perfect somehow. I admired her
round hips and long legs. She wasn't terribly tall, but she was one of
those girls who were all legs and I felt the sudden urge to lick her
thighs and kiss the back of her knees. I knew I wasn't a lesbian, I
couldn't be, but I must have been a latent bisexual or something.
Nothing about the girl gave me a second's pause. No doubt or fear
clouded my desire. I wanted to make love to the girl and feel her body
against mine.

"Mmmm..." Valerie moaned into my mouth as I embraced her, pulling her
breasts against mine as I felt her hands reaching for my ass.

I stroked her back and explored her mouth gently, as tenderly as I
possibly could, and it seemed the best kiss of my life. Her lips were
lush and moist, soft beneath my own as her tongue played across mine.
Her eyes were closed as the girl surrendered completely and we sank to
our knees on the carpet without breaking our kiss.

We sat close together, facing each other with our legs spread wide.
Valerie reached between us to find my right tit and she squeezed it
while I did the same. I found her nipples stiff and sensitive, making
her gasp as I pinched the right and gave it a playful tug. That
started a game of follow the leader and whatever I did to Valerie,
she'd do to me. And still we refused to stop kissing. Her mouth tasted
like peppermint, cool and fresh, and I licked the insides of her
cheeks and around her teeth. I nibbled her lips, sucking every part of
the girl's mouth I could find.

When my hand went lower, Valerie followed and we both shivered with
pleasure as we began the blind exploration of our cunts. I found her
clit and massaged it with two fingers, rubbing the tiny bud of flesh
with a tight, quick circular motion. She did the same with mine and we
pulled each other closer, wriggling on the carpet and moving so that
we could wrap our legs awkwardly around each other. I slipped a finger
inside her slit, slowly and cautiously, feeling the odd contours of
her pussy and memorizing them. She felt incredibly soft with tiny
ridges and bumps here and there. The walls of her vagina gave way
easily, clasping my finger as I turned it this way and that.

Valerie fingered me as well, but with three fingers instead of only
one. She curled them upward with her palm pressed against my thrumming
clitoris, grabbing my pussy and squeezing it with a rush of sublime
pleasure. I groaned into her mouth and let her tongue slip between my
lips. She kissed me deeply, more aggressively than I'd been, but
probably because she wasn't as worn out. My tongue had been busy all
day long and it felt nice to relax and let Valerie French me with
growing urgency.

"You wanna fuck?" she asked me after several long minutes had passed
and we both needed to catch out breath.

"You mean sixty-nine?"

"No silly!" she said with a smile. "I mean really fuck. Like grinding,
you know?"

"I don't know." I giggled weakly, feeling dizzy and drunk the way I'd
been all day long it seemed.

"Like this..." Valerie adjusted our position, getting on her back with
her left leg flat on the carpet and her right leg in the air.

I found myself straddling her thigh and she pulled me closer, until my
pussy could rub against hers. I hugged Valerie's leg to my breasts,
leaning forward to roll her ass off the floor and tilt her hips
upward. I understood what she meant by fucking and I pressed my pussy
against hers, mashing our labia together and feeling the humid warmth
pouring from her sex. We were both hot and our bodies had become
sticky with sweat. I rocked my hips, rolling them so I could grind my
sex against hers, and it felt wonderful. Like nothing else in the
world, the sensation of having another girl's pussy kissing mine was
one I couldn't have imagined previously.

Valerie moved as well, scratching at the carpet with her fingers and
using her straightened leg for leverage. She'd lift her ass and meet
my cunt with hers, groaning and smiling up at me as I held her left
leg and kissed her calf, licking the sweat of her smooth skin. We
moved gently at first, but that self-control couldn't last long and
after a few minutes we were really going at it. I could feel her clit
like a pebble caught between us and I'd stare at our pussies, trying
to wrap my plump labia around it. I tried to fuck her with mine too,
and I knew I had a larger than average clitoris. It wasn't huge or
anything, but big enough that I could work it between her pink pussy
lips and imagine I was really fucking the girl.

All of that felt amazing and when I came for the first time, Valerie
gasped and giggled, nodding her head as my juices literally squirted
from my cunt into hers. Female ejaculation. She loved that and we were
both soaked with my cum by the time Valerie joined me. She arched her
back and grabbed my hips, pulling me hard against her as she came all
over my pussy. We were well and truly joined, at least as much as two
women can be. Our labia would stick together in a delicious, obscene
embrace; mine long and fat and dark with excitement, Valerie's thin
and pink and barely distended from her tight slit.

"God! You really cum a lot," Valerie said some while later, perhaps
thirty or forty minutes after we'd started. "I never saw a girl squirt
like that before."

"Is it too strange?" I wondered with a lazy giggle, lying on my back
beside her as we stared at the ceiling. "What's that?"

"Huh?" Valerie followed my finger as I pointed at a small, silver dome
mounted in the corner. It reflected the white ceiling fairly well and
I supposed that's why I'd never noticed it before. That and I'd never
head a reason to inspect the principal's ceiling.

"It looks like a..."

"For the camera," Valerie said. "They're all over the school."

"What?" I blinked at her.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "All the classrooms have them, usually two."

"But..." I frowned. "Why?"

"I dunno," Valerie touched my left nipple, playing with it as she
rolled onto her side. "I heard it's to keep everybody safe or
whatever."

"Oh."

"But I think it's just for the videos." She sighed softly and gave my
nipple a tug. "Principal Steinway's kind of a perv anyway."

"What videos?"

"He hardly ever fucks anybody, you know?" Valerie giggled. "Oh! The
Naked in School videos? They're probably making a video of us right
now."

"Who is? What do you mean?"

"Everybody knows about it," she said, making a funny face at my
confusion. "They sell them on the website."

"What website?" I felt myself getting frightened and nervous, even
paranoid, but I didn't understand any of it.

"The Naked in School website!" Valerie rolled her eyes playfully.
"Relax. It's no big deal. Your parents get a free one, except you
don't have parents. I mean...I guess they'll give one to your husband.
Right?"

"Naked in School...videos?"

"They're educational!" Valerie giggled again, scooting closer and
putting her left leg over the top of mine. "I wish you were sixteen,
Mrs. Trotter. That would be so cool."

"Wait...Mmmph..." I wanted to ask more questions about this video thing,
but Valerie had caught her breath and wanted to have more sex.

"I'm so queer it hurts," she whispered, the girl's lips moving against
mine as covered my tits with hers. "When I see someone like you? I
feel it in my heart, you know?"

"Valerie..." I sighed, unable to do much more than spread my legs around
her hips as we lay in the missionary position. The soft swell of her
mound rubbed my pussy as I stroked her back.

"Amy's gonna want to fuck you," she said. "Heather too. Don't let them
okay?"

"Ummm..." I smiled, feeling hopelessly confused. I couldn't seem to
catch up as I couldn't forget about that stupid camera.

"Just me. Please? Can I be special?"

"You are special," I told her. "You're beautiful, Valerie."

"Do you like me better than Amy?"

"Yeah."

"Really?" She bit her bottom lip and searched my eyes with hers.

"I like you a lot," I agreed. "More than Amy."

"Okay." Valerie smiled, letting out the breath she'd been holding and
I found myself being kissed again, the girl's tongue filling my mouth
as she hunched her sex against mine.

We made love again, mostly because Valerie left me no choice. I
couldn't refuse the girl when she turned around and pushed her sweet
pussy against my mouth. She buried her tongue in my pussy at the same
time and we spent another twenty minutes or so in a hot sixty-nine
that allowed me to forget the camera completely, although it wasn't
easy. Knowing that someone, somewhere was capturing our sex on video
filled me with trepidation.

Everyone knew about it? I'd been at the school for a month, on the
faculty, and I hadn't had a clue! Admittedly, the cameras probably
weren't that well hidden, but surely I would have noticed one in my
own classroom, wouldn't I? I couldn't be sure and the idea of
returning and actually finding one frightened me beyond reason. I
could understand having cameras for security, but to not inform a
teacher that a camera watched her every move...It sounded positively
Orwellian! Big Brother was watching? And not only watching, but
selling videos of students naked in school? Sex videos? And parents
got a free copy?

I felt dizzy. Again.

"Hmmm...Oops! Sorry to interrupt!" Mr. Steinway said with a chuckle and
a rattle of his keys. "Someone locked my door."

"Umph!" I lifted my head a few inches, just enough to look over
Valerie's pale, heart-shaped ass.

"Don't mind me!" he said, closing the door behind him. "I just have to
catch up on some paperwork."

Valerie didn't seem to mind as she pulled my pussy lips into her mouth
with a loud, sloppy sucking noise. She chewed my pussy like bubblegum
and wriggled her butt impatiently, rubbing her teenage vulva against
my chin and finally my mouth as I dropped my head back to the carpet.
She was close to cumming for a third time and I tried to push Mr.
Steinway's presence out of my mind as I went back to work on Valerie's
small, but very sensitive clitoris.

Her pussy juices covered my face and neck, even my ears were a little
wet with her oily cum. My nose could smell nothing but her tart, briny
scent. She smelled like oysters to me, which sounds strange and
possibly unwelcome, but it was a scent I'd come to appreciate, believe
me. Her orgasms weren't bitter at all either, but almost sweet like an
over-ripe fruit. I'd been drinking her cum greedily, trying to define
the flavor and finally giving up. She tasted like Valerie and that
would have to do.

"Ah! Ms. Cormier, I'm glad I caught you..." Mr. Steinway said into his
phone. "I'm doing great, thanks...Right...I just wanted to let you know
that Mrs. Trotter is working out just fine...Uh-huh...She's in my office
at this moment...No, I don't think she's having any problems adjusting...
Not at all."

Listening to Mr. Steinway talk on the phone about me had made it very
difficult to concentrate on Valerie and by silent agreement we'd
decided to take a breather. Valerie rolled off me, flushed and damp
with sweat, her face glistening with my pussy juice. She sat up
slowly, but I didn't feel like moving for the moment.

"...What's that?...Oh, yes ma'am...She's been setting a perfect example...
Right now? Valerie Parker...The sophomore, yes...They were just in a sixty-
nine, right here in my office...Oh, uh...Valerie was on top...I'm sure she
remembers you too, Ms. Cormier...I'll be sure to let Valerie know...Thank
you...It's always a pleasure. Goodbye, Ms. Cormier."

He'd been talking to the District Supervisor and Ms. Cormier had been
the woman who'd hired me. She basically ran every public school in the
city and I remember thinking she'd looked a little young for the
position, but she had the attitude for it, definitely. I remember
seeing her thick black hair, perfectly made-up face and blood red
fingernails, not to mention the black business suit and patent leather
heels. All she'd needed, I thought at the time, was a riding crop and
she could have been one of those BDSM women that advertise on the
internet. You know, the silly emails that say, "Mistress Satin
commands you to visit her website!"

I hate spam.

"Valerie?" Mr. Steinway looked up with a smile. "Ms. Cormier is having
a lingerie party on Friday night..."

"At her house?" the girl asked and I blinked at her.

"I believe so," he said. "And she needs someone to entertain her
guests. Would you be interested?"

"Yeah," Valerie agreed with a bright smile. "I'll do it! Awesome!"

"Good." Mr. Steinway nodded. "She's very fond of you I think."

"I like her too!" She turned her smile on me raised her eyebrows with
obvious excitement. "Ms. Cormier is totally gay."

"She is?" I swallowed hard.

"She has the best parties too! God! I hope it's just me this time."

"Ummm..." I nodded slowly, watching as Valerie started putting her cheer
outfit back on.

"Why don't you sit down here, Mrs. Trotter?" The principal gestured to
one of the chairs near his desk. "We can have a little chat before you
go home for the day."

"Yeah," I said softly, clearing my throat and getting slowly to my
feet. I felt only slightly embarrassed, knowing that I was soaked with
Valerie's juices as well as my own.

"Don't worry about staining the chair," he said with a chuckle.
"That's why I bought leather; it cleans easier."

"Great," I said somewhat sarcastically. "Why are their cameras in the
classrooms?"

"That depends on who's asking," he replied as I sat down and crossed
my thighs. "If it's CNN or Time magazine, I'd say that the cameras
provide additional security for our kids."

"I'm asking."

"If it's the mayor or the city council, the school board, teachers,
parents, students...or you, Mrs. Trotter..." he said slowly. "The cameras
are an education tool used to promote student social development
within the community."

"By making sex videos?" I asked.

"Naked in School videos," he corrected me. "The funding came from the
state. It's all perfectly legal."

"What?" I almost laughed, but he seemed to be serious.

"Every school in the state has cameras, June." Mr. Steinway leaned
back in his chair. "You know how desperate the school system is for
revenue. We kick forty percent upstairs."

"What?"

"It paid for your incentive bonus," he said with a grin. "And next
year it'll pay for that big raise we all deserve."

"That's crazy!"

"It's money." He shrugged. "Naked in School videos don't cost hardly
anything to make and we sell them for...What is it? Fifty dollars, I
believe, and it's all profit."

"But the kids!" I protested. "This is a school. We're supposed to be
protecting them."

"The kids?" Principal Steinway looked at Valerie, nearly completely
dressed by then. "Tell Mrs. Trotter what this school is."

"You mean a slut factory?" she said with a grin and the man nodded.

"Exactly."

"We're all sluts, Mrs. Trotter," Valerie told me. "It's no big deal."

"You'll understand in a day or two," Mr. Steinway told me. "You're
halfway there already."

"Halfway where?" I asked, barely able to breathe the words.

"To being a slut," he said with a shrug. "Why do you think you were
hired in the first place?"

"Uh..."

"We had a dozen applicants with more experience than you," he told me.
"But none of them possessed your, uh...unique personal qualifications."

"My personal qualifications?"

"Not to mention that body of yours!" Mr. Steinway took a deep breath
as he looked me up and down. "You're the real deal, Mrs. Trotter; a
beautiful young woman with the heart of a true slut."

"But..."

"We were lucky to get you," he said. "You really could have held out
for more money, you know."

"This is crazy!" I said. "You'll never get away with this!"

"Get away with what?" Valerie wondered, looking at me like I was the
crazy person.

"With...With...Whatever they're doing!" I said and I realized I didn't
even know what we were talking about.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Valerie," Principal Steinway said. "Be
careful crossing the street."

"I'll look both ways," she promised with a giggle. "Bye, Mrs.
Trotter."

"Good-bye," I said, wondering how the girl couldn't be worried about
what she'd just heard.

"She's sweet, isn't she?" Mr. Steinway smiled. "Little girls, God help
us all."

"She thinks she's a slut," I said with a frown. "You've brainwashed
her or...something."

"She is a slut," he said. "Every one of our female students who go
through the Program end up a horny, bisexual fucktoy...Just like you'll
be in a day or two."

"Never!" I spat back at him.

"The boys get a slightly different experience out of the Program, as
I'm sure you've noticed."

"What do you mean?"

"Peer pressure is a wonderful tool," Mr. Steinway said. "Once it's
harnessed and turned in the right direction. Do you know what a girl
needs to blossom into a slut?"

"Uhhh..."

"Besides a hard cock, I mean." The man chuckled softly as my face
reddened. "Young men with the proper attitude. A misogynist
perspective, you might say, but that's such a negative word."

"Misogynist?"

"Girls are made for fucking, June." He gave me a small nod. "You're
made for fucking and we need boys who know how to give you exactly
what you need."

"Are you saying you've brainwashed the boys too?"

"Oh, come on!" Mr. Steinway made a face at me. "You make it sound as
if there's some huge conspiracy here. All we're doing is giving our
kids an environment where they can assert their natural desires."

"I don't believe you," I said. "Normal kids don't act like...like this!"

"Well," he shrugged. "They do around here. What can I say?"

"But..."

"And you know what?" he asked with a smile. "The people in this town
like their kids that way."

"Where are my clothes?" I asked, realizing I'd never get a straight
answer from the man. "I want to get dressed and go home."

"In the filing cabinet," he said, pointing with his finger. "But
before you go, would you mind doing me a big favor, June?"

"What? A favor?"

"Just looking at you makes my dick hard as a rock," he told me with an
apologetic smile. "Would you mind bending over the desk for me?"

"W-What?" I blinked at the man as he stood up, massaging the obvious
lump of hard cock trapped in his trousers.

"I know what you really need, don't worry." He unzipped his pants and
pulled out his penis casually.

"No," I whispered, licking my lips as I stared at seven inches of very
thick cock and it wasn't even fully hard yet!

"You want it," Mr. Steinway told me with a soft grunt as he pulled his
scrotum free as well. His balls looked huge as they hung obscenely
beneath his stiffening prick. Eight inches now...at least.

"I...I'm going home," I reminded myself, feeling my heartbeat quicken
and my clitoris throb.

"A woman like you needs all the cock she can get," he said with a
chuckle, stroking the shaft and squeezing the smooth glans. A drop of
clear precum appeared and I wanted it!

"P-Please..." I'd uncrossed my legs and now I stood on rubbery legs,
feeling a desperation growing in my belly. Nine inches of solid penis
just waiting for me. I thought it looked beautiful.

"It'll be quick, I promise," Mr. Steinway said. "Just bend over...That's
a good girl...See? You don't have anything to worry about."

I wasn't sure why I did as he asked, but as soon as I'd seen the bulge
in his pants my pussy had begun to tingle with eager anticipation. My
breath caught in my lungs and my heart surged with a shot of adrenalin
that made my hands shake and my knees weak. I wanted his cock. The way
an alcoholic wants another drink, I had to have it. The tiny muscles
in my sex spasmed as I bent over Mr. Steinway's desk, spreading my
legs as he walked around it. My cunt quivered and I blinked rapidly as
small tears of humiliation filled my eyes. I burned with the shame of
knowing I hadn't even tried to refuse him. I wanted to, but the words
couldn't escape my confused mind.

"Such a perfect ass," he sighed, standing directly behind me and
unzipping his trousers with a slow, teasing sound that made me wag my
hips impatiently.

Don't touch me, I thought, but the words came out, "Oh! Fuck me!"

"I will," Mr. Steinway promised. "I'm going to fuck you every day this
week, just before you go home to tell your husband all about it."

Wha-What?" I blinked at the man, but all I could see was his penis.

"Henry's a good man," he told me as his cockhead found my slit and he
teased me with it. "He knows a good deal when he sees one, June. You
don't have to worry about him."

"Ummm..." I tried to stifle the moan of pleasure rising from my throat,
but the sensation of a long, fat cock sliding between my pussy lips
was too good to ignore.

"Yessss..." he hissed softly, holding my hips as he pushed his cock
deeper and like Mr. Clemons, the principal had a generous prick.

"God! Ugh!" I gasped as his cockhead kissed my cervix, finding the
bottom of my pussy bruised and altogether too sensitive after the
intense fucking I'd taken earlier.

"Not quite as tight as I expected," Mr. Steinway said, sounding almost
clinical in his observation. "But not a bad fit, I'd say. How does it
feel?"

"Good! Ah! Fuck me! Don't tease me," I begged him as he withdrew half
his cock from my hole. "Fuck me hard!"

"Like...This?" he said with a loud grunt, ramming himself balls deep and
actually pulling my feet off the floor.

"Ugh! Fuck!" I groaned with a sharp, explosive breath.

The edge of the desk dug into my hips and tummy as I lay nearly
horizontal across it. My knees were bent with my feet raised high,
nearly reaching Mr. Steinway's shoulders as he plowed my cunt with
long, quick strokes. My orgasm was immediate and violent, stealing my
senses completely as I slapped the desktop and kicked the air behind
me. My pussy clutched the cock inside me, trying to grab the man and
hold him deep. When he'd pull back, the sudden emptiness made me moan
with frustration.

"Still think we won't...Ugh!...get away with it...Ugh!...Mrs. Trotter?" he
teased me and I had no idea what he was talking about.

I didn't care. Nothing mattered but getting fucked. His cock felt
nearly as good as Wayne's had, almost as long and just as thick. He
stretched my sore pussy the way those dozens of high school boys
hadn't and I felt grateful for that. My humiliation had disappeared.
My guilt was nowhere to be found. Only Mr. Steinway's massive cock
tearing through my dripping cunt to find the pillow of my cervix and
make me weep with joy. I must have cum three times, one after another
without pause. I could barely breathe and my heart felt ready to burst
from my chest.

"Fuck me!" I gasped over and over. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

When Principal Steinway came inside me, I actually felt his cum
shooting against my tender flesh. Usually when a guy cums, it doesn't
really feel like much of anything, but Mr. Steinway must have been
saving a huge load just for me. Perhaps what Valerie had said was
true, that he didn't fuck anyone...Until he needed to make a point.

He certainly fucked the hell out of me and I felt like a wrung out rag
doll as my fourth and final monster orgasm swept through my feverish
mind and shivering body. The heat of his semen filled me with an
indescribable warmth that only heightened the experience. Our cum
mixed together around his cock as he left himself buried to the hilt
inside my sex.

"There..." Mr. Steinway breathed, hunched over me and massaging my
shoulders with his gentle hands. "That should keep you satisfied for
an hour or two."

"Ohhhh..." I sighed, lying helpless on the man's desk, impaled on his
still swollen cock, and floating on a sea of endorphins.

"Don't forget," he told me as he pulled his long cock out of my pussy,
slapping it wetly against my ass, "you can change in your classroom
tomorrow morning, but come by my office before you go home. I'm going
to need that sweet pussy of yours again, I can tell."

"Yeah," I agreed with a shiver and drunken giggle. I'd need to feel
that cock inside me again, of that I had no doubt.

I didn't even bother to clean myself up and Principal Steinway only
smiled as I pulled on my panties, tugging the panel crotch tight
against my cum-filled sex. I remembered the camera suddenly and
glanced at it, but I couldn't feel any of my earlier fear. I felt good
all over, inside and out. Getting fucked seemed to be exactly what I'd
needed to calm me down and I wasn't in any sort of mood to wonder why.
I only knew that it was true. Everything else seemed unimportant as I
dressed and slowly came back down from the raw euphoria of riding a
large cock to orgasm.

"Good-bye, June," Mr. Steinway said pleasantly. "See you tomorrow."

"Alright," I agreed, returning his smile with a small wave.

I left his office and saw Mrs. Watkins grinning at me and I realized
she must have heard everything. I'd been very loud at times, begging
the principal to fuck me, and I didn't even blush. I smiled back at
her, checked my in-box, and left the admin offices. I paused only long
enough to get a long, cool drink of water from the drinking fountain.
Sex made a girl thirsty, I thought with a giggle.

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