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(F/M-teen, inc, size) *** Johnny sat nervously on the couch, his hands clenched in knots on his lap. Before him, his mother paced the floor. Her heels snapped viciously onto the hardwood flooring as she paced back and forth. Johnny had never seen her so pissed. Maybe that time he'd ridden his bike headlong into the door of her Mercedes came close, but this time, he decided, this time may be the topper. "That was so damn humiliating," she said scathingly. "I get called out of work, and why? Because my son has been suspended from school, that's why!" Johnny winced and tried to focus on something else besides his mother's disapproval. Actually, that was pretty easy. His mom might be pissed off, but she still looked good. His mother, Angelina Stouffer, was one hot momma. She was as tall as her son, with carefully styled dark hair that swirled about her head as she paced back and forth. She'd removed the jacket of her business suit to reveal her full breasts as they thrust against her blood red blouse. "Dude, your mom has one serious rack," was how one of his buddies had put it. Her fitted blouse rested atop a dark pencil skirt that was molded to her ass. The skirt's hem ended just above her knees. She had great legs too, and she was showing them off with black hose and shoes that had three-inch heels. Despite all the ire she was sending in his direction, Johnny was getting some serious wood. He surreptitiously pressed the heel of one hand against the head of his growing cock. Angelina looked at the paper crumpled in her hand. It was both the notification of her son's suspension and a report on the incident that had led up to it. She slapped at the paper with her free hand. It sounded like a small firecracker going off. "You hit Ron Fuller with a stick, a stick with a nail in it." "I didn't know there was a nail in it," said Johnny in his own defense. Angelina rolled her big brown eyes expressively. "That is so... so beside the point. You shouldn't be hitting anyone with a frigging stick to begin with." "He knocked me down," said Johnny. "After you started it all," said Angelina. "At least that's what about twenty other students say." She slapped at the paper again. "Well... he... he wouldn't run the bases like he should. We might have won the game," Johnny said as if that explained everything. Angelina sighed. Her son was so competitive, and he was so handsome, and frankly, he was so very sexy. She had been anticipating this month alone with Johnny. Her husband, Stan, would be out of town on business for weeks. That was a huge blow to Angelina's sex life. She loved sex – a lot. Her husband could barely keep up with her supercharged libido. He had been tremendously relieved when Angelina had relented, and allowed him two whole days a week off from satisfying her voracious pussy. That was because, unbeknownst to her husband of course, she had acquired a lover – her thirteen year old son, Johnny. Johnny's cock was already as big as his father's, maybe even a bit longer. He could be fast on the trigger, but he was always good to go. There were days when Angelina had both her men. Stan was often amenable to early morning sex, and then, when he went to shower, she would run to Johnny's room and avail herself of his morning hard-on. She had been planning on testing his limits while Stan was gone. But now, her little stud had gone and gotten himself suspended. She couldn't very well reward his behavior, no matter how much she needed to get her hot pussy stuffed. "Look," said Angelina, "I love how competitive you are. But for God's sake, it was just a recess softball game. You're not supposed to draw blood over it." "I know. I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really sorry." Angelina studied her son's handsome features. He could be thoughtless but, for now at least, faking sincerity was beyond him. She relented ever so slightly. "I believe you are, Johnny. But still, you're suspended for an entire month." She sighed and looked at her son thoughtfully. "When were your next tests scheduled?" His eyes squinted in concentration. "Uh... there are some big tests in a couple of weeks." "Okay," said Angelina. "Here's what we'll do. You will write a very, very contrite letter of apology to Ron, your principal, the school and whoever else we can think of. We'll give Ron a week to cool down, and then you'll apologize in person to him. Then you'll ask him to go to the principal and see if she won't let you back in school, or if maybe she can make this a nonacademic suspension so that you can make up your tests when you return." "Oh... yeah, sure," said Johnny, eager to agree. He saw a glimmer of hope in the black abyss of his mother's disapproval. She stooped over and steadied her hands on his thighs. She saw his eyes shift to gaze hungrily down her blouse. "This had better happen," she said in a hushed, menacing tone. "Because if it doesn't, then the next time you get any pussy it'll be when some whiny teenage bitch, who doesn't know shit about sex, finally lets you into her pants. Got it?" "Yes, ma'am," Johnny said shakily into her bosom. Angelina looked down and saw her son's hands nervously knead at his crotch. "You've got a hard-on right now, don't you?" she asked. "Yeah," he said in a whisper. It wasn't his fault. The walking wet-dream who was better than any fantasy he'd ever had was in his face. With her tits out to here and her legs down to there, how could he not be hard? "Pull it out," Angelina said. Johnny quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled at his underwear. In a second, his solid, thick six inches of boy-cock stood stiffly from his crotch. She eyed her son's penis. She had so looked forward to having her son to herself for the weeks of her husband's absence. She had planned to absolutely wear Johnny out. She was going to fuck him on every flat surface in the house. She had planned to tease him until his cock was weeping with pre-cum, and then to wring him dry with repeated orgasms. At the end of the month, she had planned to have him yearning for more mind-bending sex that only his mother could provide, and yet relieved that his dad was back to take up some of the load. The load of keeping his mother's overheated pussy satisfied. Johnny made a circle with his fingers and ran it over the head of his cock. "Stop that," Angelina said sharply. "No playing with your dick. Stick those hands under your butt. That's right, sit on them." Johnny hiked up one buttock and then the other, sliding his hands into place. Angelina straightened and began to remove her clothing under her son's avid gaze. She kicked off her heels, wiggled out of her skirt, and then peeled down her pantyhose. Walking up to Johnny, she stepped onto the couch, straddling his body. "My pussy's wet, baby. It needs to be taken care of." Angelina crouched and shoved her cunt onto her son's face – his lips on her lips, his nose bumping her clit. "You're going to have to get me off like this," she growled. She ground her searing pussy on his face, hardly giving the boy a chance to breathe. "That's it," Angelina panted, "stick your tongue in my pussy... farther... come on, get it in there. Yes, yes that's it. Fuck my pussy with that hard tongue." She shoved her liquid cunt onto her son's searching tongue, and rubbed her engorged clit on his face. "Oh yeah... fuck yes... eat my pussy, baby," she shrieked as she came once, twice and then a third time. Sated for at least a short while, Angelina fell sideways onto the couch. When she caught her breath, she looked at Johnny. He was still sitting obediently on his hands, his face covered with a slimy coating of pussy juice and saliva. His dick was a dark red fleshy pole, quivering above his navel. As she watched, a glob of pre-cum leaked from his slit and dripped downward. His dick glistened with the stuff. She laughed and said, "You may as well jack off now. I know you'll do it as soon as you can, anyway." Johnny wrenched his hands free from their confinement. He steadied his cock with one hand and jerked his fingers over the head with his other hand. Drops of pre-cum flew into the air as his fingers smacked into the fiery-red head of his cock. Within a dozen strokes, a ribbon of cum leapt from the end of his dick and landed on his flailing fingers. Two lesser blasts followed, and then Johnny slowed his fingers to milk his cock-shaft for its last blobs of semen. * Ron Fuller walked from the school building at the end of the day. He was headed for his bus when he heard someone calling out his name. Turning, he saw Johnny jogging in his direction. "Hey, how's it going," asked Johnny as he fell in step with Ron. "Okay, I guess," said Ron. "How's your suspension?" "It's shitty," said Johnny. "I'm so grounded that I can't do shit. Listen, I'm sorry about the leg and everything. I hope you're not pissed at me." "No, I'm good," said Ron. How mad could he be? That scratch on the leg had led to sex with Ms. Yount, the school nurse. A week later, he was banging his mother too. Actually, Johnny had done him a favor. "Oh cool," said Johnny. "My mom's in the parking lot. She wants you to come home with us. I'm supposed to ask you to go to the principal, and see if she'll let me come back to school early." Ron shrugged. "I can do that, no problem. I don't know how much influence I'll have with the principal though." "Thanks," said Johnny. "But come on over to the house anyway, my mom thinks we have to butter you up first. I think yummy snacks will be involved." "Okay," said Ron. He pulled out his cell phone and sent his mom a text message about where he was going. One nice perk of screwing his mom was that she was no longer so controlling of his time. He joined Johnny as they climbed into his mother's car. Fifteen minutes later, Angelina and the boys pulled into the drive of her home. "Let's go up to my room," Johnny said as they entered the house. Angelina watched the boys as they climbed the stairs to Johnny's room. She had decided that a hint of sexuality and some hot cookies would be the way to soften Ron's heart. She went to her room and changed into a pair of shorts that showed off her legs, and then she pulled a low-cut, short-sleeve sweater over her braless tits. She checked her look in the mirror. As her tits swayed and bobbled about in the sweater she thought, now that should get Ron's attention. She headed to the kitchen to make the cookies. Johnny's room wasn't very big. His single bed, plus a student's desk with a computer and a chest-of-drawers filled the space. Shelves on the wood paneled walls held the clutter that boys tend to collect. Johnny fired up the computer as Ron looked around and then settled on the unmade bed. "Want to see something hot?" asked Johnny. "Sure," said Ron. Johnny went on line and moments later the boys were watching a well muscled young man pound his cock into a woman the age of the boys' mothers. "Oh wow," said Ron, suddenly sitting up straight and taking an interest, "your mother let's you watch this stuff?" "Well, you know..." he dissembled. In truth, he and Angelina surfed sites like this together until they were both so hot they would fall on his bed, screwing away. Just the thought of his rigid cock surrounded by his mother's hot pussy gave Johnny a hard-on. He wondered if Ron was getting turned on. He glanced at Ron's crotch and saw a long lump there. But that had to be a fold in the material of his pants, Johnny assumed. His cock couldn't be that big, could it? They watched more videos, mostly of guys shooting their loads on tummies, asses, tits, backs and faces – lots of faces for some reason. "Why don't they do that in the women's pussies?" asked Ron. "Wouldn't that feel better?" "Yeah, it does... I guess," said Johnny a bit too enthusiastically. "I mean, I think the idea is to show that the guy isn't faking it." "I guess you're right," said Ron. "If they're going to shoot loads like that, then I suppose they have to be careful about showing all of it." Johnny wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he couldn't dwell on it because his dick was full and he really felt like producing a load of his own. He reached down and tugged his dick into a more comfortable position, giving it a little rub as he did so. Seeing that Ron had noticed what he was doing he shrugged, smiled and said, "I can't help it, dude, this stuff gets me going." Johnny gave his dick a couple of more swipes through his pants. So far everything had gone to his mother's plans. He was supposed to show Ron these pictures and videos full of MILF's and their younger studs, and then she was going to show up at some point, dressed all sexy and everything, and then, while Ron was sort of overwhelmed with sexual heat, she would convince him to go to bat with the principal over his, Johnny's that is, suspension. The thing was, with most of his blood pooling in his bloated cock, Johnny had forgotten about his mom. He grabbed the tab on the zipper of his pants and began to pull on it. Looking at Ron, he said, "Hey, man, I hope you don't mind. I just got to let off some pressure." He pulled his zipper all the way down. Ron smiled and said, "No problem, go for it." Johnny struggled with his erection until he managed to get it out of his pants. "Don't you want to?" he asked Ron. Ron shrugged. "That's okay," he said. Johnny suddenly felt self-conscious. "Oh come on man, don't leave me here with my dick hanging out." Ron bit at his lip and then said, "Well, alright." He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and fully opened his pants. Johnny frowned. Was the guy going to undress? All he had to do was unzip and pull out his dick. Ron hooked a thumb in the waistband of his under-shorts and pulled it out and down. Then he reached inside and pulled out an awesome slab of cock. "Oh fuck, dude," Johnny said with surprise, "where'd you get that horse-cock?" Angelina approached the closed door of her son's room. She had a plateful of hot chocolate-chip cookies in one hand and she was just about to tap on the door when she distinctly heard Johnny say, "Where'd you get that horse-cock?" Angelina froze in her tracks. What was going on? Was he talking to Ron or about some porn-star on the computer? If it was Ron, then just how big could the boy be? Johnny sounded impressed, and he was bigger than average. She leaned close to the door and got her answer when she heard Ron say, "I don't know. I was just born with it I guess." So it is Ron, Angelina thought. The boys must have pulled out their dicks. Johnny has done his job a little too well. She pursed her lips, wondering if she should risk a peek or not. Was Ron really all that well endowed? Almost without thinking, she put the plate of cookies on the floor and reached for the doorknob. She knew that Johnny's desk faced away from the door, and there was a good chance that she could glimpse what was going on without the boys noticing. Ever so slowly, she turned the knob. When it reached the end of its travel, she gently pushed and opened the door just a crack. There was Johnny. He did indeed have his dick in his hand. Over on the bed, Ron seemed to have his hand stuffed into his pants. Maybe he was shy or having trouble. Maybe Johnny was simply being sarcastic when he talked about the size of Ron's penis. Then Ron shifted his position on the bed. Angelina's eyes flew wide open in surprise. What she had mistaken for Ron's arm was actually the biggest cock she'd ever seen. The monster jutted from Ron's pants like a meaty pole. "Damn, that thing is just huge," she heard Johnny say as his hand flew up down on his cock. He wasn't paying any attention to the video on his computer screen. He was intently ogling Ron's massive cock and jerking as fast as he could. Ron ran his hand up the length of the underside of his cock and what had to be at least two ounces of pre-cum washed over his fire-red cock-head. Angelina's knees grew weak. Ron had just produced more pre-cum than most men ejaculated altogether. Speaking of ejaculating, Johnny's body stiffened and three good squirts of semen gushed from his cock and ran down over his fingers. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, and then he reached for a box of tissues that he kept on his desk. "Aren't you going to beat off?" he asked Ron as he wiped the creamy load from his hand and his wilting cock. Before she realized what she was doing, Angelina opened the door and stepped into her son's room. With her eyes firmly locked on Ron's towering dick, she announced her presence by saying, "Let me jack it for you." "Mom!" yelped Johnny. His wilting dick seemed to shrink even faster. Ron started at Angelina's sudden appearance, but once he saw the look in her eyes, he didn't even try to hide his cock. He'd seen that same look from his school nurse and his mom. It was a combination of awe and naked lust. Angelina came to the bed and ran her finger tips over the warm marble hardness of his dick. Ron's cock twitched and a shot of pre-cum leapt from the slit falling on Angelina's fingers. "Ohhh," she cooed. Using both hands she spread the clear lube along the length of his steel hard dick. "Yeah, that's it, jerk me off," Ron said softly. He hadn't missed the way her tits had bobbled about in her sweater as she crossed the room. Angelina tightened her grip and began to masturbate Ron with a will. Her fingers flew up and down causing squirts of pre-cum to leap into the air. Ron sat up straight on the bed and bent his thickening cock in Angelina's direction; he knew what was cumming. He didn't try to fight the pressure in his growing dick. Angelina saw the flow of cum that erupted from the purple, swollen head of Ron's cock, but she couldn't believe it. The thick stream flowed for a full second, arcing across the space between their bodies and landing in a fat wet ribbon on her sweater. But that was only the beginning of his cum shower. Another long flow followed the first one and then even more until Angelina embraced Ron's heaving boy-meat between her tits and simply marveled as he coated her in his spunk. When the deluge of cum ended, Angelina released Ron's cock and looked down at her ruined sweater. "Oh my God," she said in awe. "This is freaking unbelievable." She pulled the sweater off and rolled it into a cummy ball. "You must not have cum in weeks," she said to Ron. "What do you mean?" asked Ron innocently. "I came twice yesterday." Angelina could only shake her head in amazement. She looked down at his cock – it was as hard as ever. "You're not getting soft, are you?" she said. Ron shrugged. "Lots of times it stays hard," he said as if he'd never heard of a refractory period – and of course he hadn't. "Do you want to fuck?" He seemed to be totally nonplussed with her bare breasts and erect nipples. In fact, he casually reached out and cupped one of her tits in the palm of his hand and tweaked it's nipple with his thumb. Angelina gasped with the heady sensation. Ron was being so casual about it all. Most grown men would be falling all over themselves by now. "I bet you know how. I bet you've fucked before, haven't you?" "Some," said Ron. He leaned forward and kissed Angelina. It wasn't the best kiss that she had ever had, but it would do. His lips were firm and pressed hotly on hers. His eager tongue thrashed about in her mouth. Angelina needed hardly any foreplay, however. She couldn't get out of her shorts fast enough. Once she was naked, she lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide in invitation. Ron climbed between Angelina's legs, where she eagerly seized his cock in both hands and guided it into her pussy. "It's... it's just fucking huge," she moaned as his thick shaft stretched her lips wide. It seemed as if there was no end to Ron's elongated boy-meat as it plunged inward. "Ungg... enough, that's enough," she groaned as his dick filled her to the max. "Please fuck me now." Ron felt his cock snug to a stop. "Oh yeah," he replied to Angelina's plea. He began to pump his hips like the enthusiastic teen stud he was. "Uh, uh, uh, uh," moaned Angelina in time to Ron's thrusts. Her tits jiggled and swayed as she seized his forearms and held on for dear life. She quickly built to an orgasm. Ron felt Angelina's hot cunt contract around his plunging dick. Suddenly, she was screaming "Oh, god, you're making me cum! Don't stop, pound my pussy, fuck me!" Ron had no intention of stopping once he saw the spectacular results he was achieving with Angelina. She was one hot fucker. Out of the corner of his eye, Ron saw something moving. It was Johnny. Ron and Angelina had forgotten that he was even in the room. He had his hand cupped over his shrunken cock and balls. Mouth agape, he stared as Ron pumped his huge member in and out of his mom's pussy. "I'm fucking your mom," said Ron. "Yeah," breathed Johnny. "You sure are. She never acts like that with... uh, I mean... I bet she doesn't..." he trailed off. He began to stroke his limp cock. The head flopped around at the end of his limber shaft. Ron laughed at Johnny. The way Angelina had acted when she came into the room made him think that Johnny was getting more than simple motherly affection from her. "Do you want some of this?" asked Ron, nodding at Angelina's dripping pussy. "Noooo..." protested Angelina. Clearly, she didn't want anything but Ron's fat pole filling her. She waved her son closer and took his dick in hand. Pulling him in, she took the head in her mouth. "Oh yeah, suck it," said Johnny as he bent over his mother's face. Ron pumped Angelina through a dozen orgasms as she gasped and moaned around Johnny's cock. Her son's dick lengthened and filled out under her ministrations. Soon, he was fucking her mouth as eagerly as Ron was driving at her steaming pussy. Ron felt the pressure building in his massive cock. It was swelling to even larger proportions. "Uhhhh... I'm gonna' cum, gonna' cum," he groaned softly. Abruptly, his dick erupted. Two blasts of thick, milky semen filled Angelina's vagina to overflowing. Of course Ron had just begun to cum. He withdrew his gushing cock from Angelina's now cream filled vagina and aimed at her jiggling tits. He liberally coated her breasts with multiple spurts and then, with a mischievous grin, he sent a few blasts to where Johnny's cock's was plunging into his mother's mouth. Finally, the pressure in his balls eased and he had to content himself with merely overfilling Angelina's bellybutton, and to watching the excess drip down her tummy to join the flow leaking from her pussy. Johnny pulled his dick from his mom's sucking mouth, and after furiously stroking himself, he managed to add a few drops of semen to the overwhelming mass of boy-cum that Ron had delivered to Angelina's face. Ron packed away his softening rod and pulled his pants into place. He watched as Angelina gathered up the sheet from Johnny's bed and used it to clean up the aftermath of his ejaculation. "My God," she said, wiping the heavy slick of cum from her breasts and face, "I think you made even more spunk that time. Don't those balls of yours ever empty?" "I may have to rest a few minutes before I could do that again," he said matter-of-factly. He took a deep breath. "Mmmm, do I smell hot cookies?" he asked Angelina with a boyish look of anticipation. * April Yount, school nurse to both Ron and Jimmy, scooped a spoonful of yogurt from its tiny four-ounce container. She put the spoonful in her mouth and followed it with an apple slice. That was her entire lunch – a few bites of yogurt and a medium sized apple. She looked with envy at the school's principal, Monica Lincoln. They were in Monica's office and the woman was neatly wolfing down a huge burger and a mound of fries, washing it all down with soda from a big-gulp sized cup. "What?" said Monica, noticing April's gaze, her voice muffled by a bite of hamburger. "Just wishing I had your metabolism," said April with a sigh. Monica smiled and shrugged. "No doubt I'll start putting on the weight one of these days," she said. Certainly not now, thought April. The woman was tall and gorgeous. She had flawless milk-chocolate skin and luxuriously thick black hair that fell nearly to her waist. Today she was wearing a pleated tartan skirt with a blue blouse. A matching blue ribbon held her hair in a ponytail. As she munched on her last french-fry, Monica scrolled through her schedule of afternoon appointments on her computer. "Ron Fuller, that boy who hurt his leg in a fight; he has an appointment with me after lunch period. How's he doing?" "Oh he's fine," said April. "In fact he's more than fine. You wouldn't believe what I saw during his examination the day he got hurt. That boy is hung like a frigging horse." She held up her hands in demonstration of Ron's magnificent length. Monica's eyebrows arched nearly to her hairline in surprise. "Surely that's not right," she said. April looked down at her hands. "Maybe you're right," she said, and with a giggle she moved her hands another half-inch apart. "I'd like to see that," Monica said in a tone of disbelief. She neatly folded up the wrappers from her lunch and tossed them in the trash. There was a knock at the office door. "I'll get it," said April. She opened the door. "Hello Ron," she said to the boy as he stood just outside, "come on in." Ron stepped into the office and looked around nervously. Like most boys, he found the principal's office an inner sanctum of doom even if he wasn't in any sort of trouble. Seeing the look on his face, April said with a laugh, "Don't worry, we're not executing students today." Ron managed an appreciative grin and took a seat on one of the office's institutional plastic and chrome chairs. "Hello, Ron," said Monica, "what brings you here today?" "Well," he began slowly, "it's about Johnny Stouffer. I was hoping that you might lift his suspension or something." "Hmm..." said Monica. She plucked a file from a holder on her desk and flipped it open. She picked up a sheet of ruled notepaper from the file and looked at it. "I got this letter from Johnny. Despite his scribble, bad spelling and deplorable grammar I discern that he's sorry for his actions." "Yeah, I got one of those too," said Ron. "So, you're on board with this? You guys have buried the two-by-four, so to speak?" Monica asked. Ron nodded his head. "How's your leg, any lasting effects?" "Oh, it's fine, it's..." Ron began. "I think we ought to examine that leg one more time," April interrupted. "We can do it right here." "That's probably not necessary," Monica said, sounding slightly surprised. But April was already on the move. Monica kept a neat, sparse desk, so it took only seconds for April to move the laptop, files and accessories to one end. "There we go," said April. "Ron, just pull down your pants, hop up here, and we'll have a look at that leg." Ron stood hesitantly. "Now don't be shy, I'll lock the door for privacy." She shared a quick wink with the boy as she crossed to the office door and locked it. Ron moved to the end of the desk and dropped his loose fitting jeans to his ankles. He sat on the edge of the desk as if it were an examination table, spreading his legs wide. April came to his side and rested her hand on his thigh. "See how well his wound is healing?" she said to Monica, motioning at Ron's leg. Monica sighed as if she wasn't too sure about all this. She pushed herself out of her comfortable office chair and stepped to Ron's side, opposite April. "You can see that his scar isn't infected at all," said April. She placed her hand so that it's back rubbed against Ron's cock as her finger gestured along his scar. Monica took one glance at the pink line of healthy skin, which was all that remained of Johnny's attack, and immediately dismissed it. Her eyes locked instead on the ridiculously large lump that rested in Ron's shorts. It was a lump that seemed to be moving and growing. April followed the principal's gaze. She gave up the pretense that they were here to look at Ron's scar. She shifted her hand to Ron's expanding package and massaged its length. "You... you shouldn't be doing that," Monica said in a husky voice, but she certainly did nothing to stop April. She watched in amazement as Ron's cock lengthened and filled out until the head popped above the waistband of his shorts. With every beat of his pulse, his cock jerked upward like a second hand heading toward twelve. "Isn't he magnificent?" said April. "I... I can't believe it," said Monica. She reached out and tentatively touched the dark red head. Ron leaned back on his elbows. He loved every second that these two women stood in awe of his oversized dick. He watched as his beautiful principal reached out a shaky hand to stroke his cock-head. He flexed the muscles at the base of his cock and a healthy blob of clear pre-cum squirted up between her fingers. He smiled as she squealed in surprise, and then as she giggled at her own reaction. The two women stroked and petted his straining cock. Then April bent to kiss his cock-head and Monica quickly followed suit. Their lips and tongues played all over the dark red dome of his cock until they met at the tip. They were kissing one another while managing to involve the end of his dick. Ron thought it was the sexiest thing he'd seen in his life. After making out over Ron's dick April and Monica separated. They exchanged looks of mixed astonishment and lust. "Ron," said April, "why don't you hop down so we can reveal you in all your glory." Ron slid off the desk. With a bit of heel and toe shuffling, he managed to step out of his loosely tied shoes and baggy pants. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his under shorts and slowly, teasingly pulled them off his hips. Monica and April had their eyes locked on his crotch as he slowly revealed his amazing prick. April, who had already thrilled to the feel of Ron's pussy-pounder, murmured in Monica's ear, "Just look at that. His cock would fill places in your pussy that you didn't even know existed." She gave Ron a meaningful look, intending for him to follow her lead. She gently pushed Monica down on the edge of the desk. "Just lie down here, baby, and marvelous things will happen." Monica lay back on the desk, her eyes never left Ron's cock. As if they had choreographed the move, Ron went to the side of the desk, and levering his cock across the top, he slipped only the very tip of his dick into his principal's waiting mouth. April watched as Monica licked and kissed at Ron's cock-head. She waited until the principal was occupied with trying to get some portion of that hunk of meat in her mouth, and then April unfastened Monica's skirt. The way it was made, the material simply fell away to either side of her hips. April's lips pursed at the sight of Monica's pantyhose. They had one of those control tops designed to hide a few extra pounds. Perhaps her penchant for fast-food lunches was catching up to the beautiful principal. April worked her fingers under the waistband of the pantyhose and gave them a firm pull. She gasped as an erect, perfectly formed three inch penis appeared. "Noooo..." moaned Monica, suddenly jerking away from Ron's dick. "Oh my goodness," whispered April as she slowly finished removing the pantyhose from Monica's shapely legs. "Do you know what our principal is?" she asked Ron. "She's got a pussy and this cute little dick." "Oh, yeah," said Ron with a look of astonishment on his face. "She's a hermo... herma... something-or-another." "Hermaphrodite," April finished for him. She caught Monica's hands as they sought to cover up her twitching erection. That means she can have twice the fun." "No one knows," said Monica, pleading with her eyes. "Don't worry, baby," your secret is safe with us, isn't it, Ron?" said April as she motioned him to come stand between Monica's legs. "Uh, yeah, sure," said Ron. He honestly didn't know who he'd tell or who'd believe him if he did. He watched as April dipped her fingers into the principal's pussy. When they came out wet, she rubbed the juice around the tip of Monica's straining dick. April made way for Ron as his battering-ram of a cock led his way between Monica's legs. "Her pussy's nice and juicy for you," she said. She used both hands to bend his cock downward until his engorged head rested on Monica's vaginal lips. Pushing and pulling his cock- shaft first one way and then another, she pressed aside the principal's slick lips. With a flick of his hips, Ron pushed six inches of rigid boy-meat into her pussy. Monica gasped. "Oh, fuck," I've never felt so full, groaned Monica. "And he's just begun," said April. She laid her cheek on Monica's groin and reached out her tongue to tickle the head of Monica's stiffy. From her perspective, Ron's cock looked as if were a mile long. He urged it inward inch by thick inch. April looked up and gave Ron a wink. She wrapped her lips around the little bulge of Monica's cock-head as Ron began to stroke her pussy. Monica clamped one hand over her mouth. Evidently, she couldn't trust herself not to cry out and alert her staff. With her free hand, she tweaked an erect nipple. Penis or no penis, Ron couldn't care about his principal's extra sexual equipment right now. He had a tight, hot pussy surrounding his bloated cock and it felt amazing. The fact that he was fucking his beautiful principal simply added to the heat of the moment. Every time he plunged his dick forward, Ms. Lincoln's mini-cock rocked into April's mouth. The principal had stuffed a knuckle in her mouth, and Ron could hear her breath snorting against the back of her hand. Mewls of passion escaped her lips every few seconds. Suddenly, she halfway sat up, her abs straining as she came. "Oh, that's it, baby. That's it," murmured April. She had grasped Monica's dick between thumb and forefinger, jerking it with short, rapid strokes. A spritz of clear sex juice jetted from the tip of her dick as her vaginal muscles massaged Ron's cock. "Mmm, that feels nice," said Ron, as the waves of contractions rippled up and down his pistoning cock. "Yeah, shove it to her," urged April. She moved until she could get both hands around Ron's cock-shaft. "Oh, shit, Monica. I wish you could see this. He's fucking filled you up and there's still plenty of cock left over for me to jack off." Her hands began to slide along Ron's meaty shaft, lubricated by his pre-cum and Monica's secretions. But the sex addled principal was past looking at anything. Her eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling as she came again and again. Ron loved that he was screwing his principal. She was cumming all over the place. Her little dick was still quivering and jumping around. But he was getting close. "I'm gonna' lose it," he said to April, who was still using her hands to add to his fun. "Oh yessss," hissed April. She reached between his legs and fondled his sack. Just one of his balls more that filled her palm. She gave it the gentlest of squeezes. "Go ahead and empty these bad boys," she said with a grin. "Uhhhh... " moaned Ron. April had set him off. He jammed his cock into Monica until it could go no farther and unleashed a torrent of hot, creamy boy-cum. He quickly overfilled her pussy. With a huge force of will, Ron stilled his hips and let the contractions of Monica's pussy get him off. His cream flowed from her quim in pulses as he shot his load. April was there, spooning up the hot flow with her fingers and eating it as if she were starving. Monica's body quivered as she came over and over again. Several minutes later, the occupants of the principal's office were suffering through an uncomfortable silence. Monica, ever prepared for the messes of young students, albeit not one like this, had produced a roll of paper towels and even a spray bottle of cleaner. After some hasty cleaning, her desk and office were somewhere back to normal. It was astounding. Just how much splooge could one boy make? Evidently, quite a bit. It felt as if her pussy was going to be leaking all afternoon. Monica loudly cleared her throat. "Ron, I hope you know that what happened here has to stay just between us," she said, trying to keep a pleading tone out of her voice. "Oh sure," he said, "but I'll need something from you." Oh my God, thought Monica. She shared a worried glance with April. Here it comes – the blackmail. What does he want, better grades, money? Maybe he wants more sex. She could live with that. Yeah, more pussy stretching, mind bending, orgasm after orgasm sex. She'd have to give in. He could ruin her career, perhaps even put her in jail. Not to mention the humiliation of it all. "Yes? What's that?" she managed to say in a steady voice. "Can you give me a hall pass?" Ron asked. "Fifth period has already started." End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40