Victoria Parker: The majorette loved spreading

He knew he could be risking his career, but he simply couldn't stop the words that shot out of his mouth.

"Kiss you," he said.

"Gee!" Denise gulped.

She trembled excitedly. Her principal wanted to kiss her!

He took her hand and pulled her close. Her little body pressed against his athletic body. His hands went behind her, holding her close, then he leaned down and kissed Denise's sweet, pink lips.

His cock thumped at her belly.

She shuddered. He shuddered. Both were breathing heavily. His hands fell to her fine ass, and he cupped her tight, round asscheeks.

"Quick, in here, the faculty restroom. I have a key."

Mr. Cavendish unlocked the men's faculty toilet, and pulled Denise inside.

"You think we should?" Denise asked. "I think so."

He locked the door.

"But, gosh, Mr. Cavendish!"

"In here," he said, leading Denise to a toilet stall.

He took her inside, closed the door, latched it, and they stood close.

"Just kiss a little more? Is that okay, Denise?"

"I guess so, Mr. Cavendish, if you wanna."

"I do, I do!"

He kissed Denise again, and again played with her ass. His cock was as hard as rock against her. He brought one hand around and slid it between them, rubbing on her cunt.

"Ahhh! Ooooh!" Denise gasped, breaking away from his kiss.

"Oh, God, Denise!" Mr. Cavendish panted.

She could tell he was hot. She liked the effect she was having on him. It gave her a feeling of power to have her principal panting over her.

"I could help you with your grades," he whispered.

"Gosh, could you?"

"Sure. I can change them as they go on your report card. It wouldn't make any difference what you made in class, on the tests, or your final grade. I could change it to an A on your card."

Denise thought this over seriously. She hated school. She wanted to be a movie star or a model, something glamorous where her beauty would be admired and appreciated, and she wanted to make millions of dollars.

"You'd put down all A's for me?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Gosh!"

"Then you could get into any college in the country, or you could get a good job. All A's are important."

"I know it is," Denise said. "What do I have to do, sir?"

"You're a freshman?"

"Yes."

"But you can't ever tell anyone about our deal, Denise. If you did, I'd lose my job, and all your A's would turn to F's."

"Like, what do I have to do, play with your cock and stuff?"

"Yes," he said.

"And let you play with me?"

"Yes."

"And I get all A's on my report card?"

"Yes!"

"Well, ah, I guess – sure, okay. I'll do it," Denise said.

Mr. Cavendish took his sport coat off, put it on the hook on the stall door, then he took his pants down and stripped out of his shorts. His big cock snapped up.

"Ah! Oh!" Denise gasped.

Mr. Cavendish had a full nine inches of hard prick to offer. The cock was smooth as marble, thick, and it throbbed so passionately that Denise could see the pulsing.

"Gawwwd, sir!" she gasped. "You want me to play with that?"

"Yes, but take your uniform off first," he said.

Denise reached back, unzipped her black uniform, then she peeled it down her fine body. Mr. Cavendish hung it over his coat.

Denise stood beautifully before her principal, naked except for her white majorette hat and her white boots.

"You're not just tellin' me you'll give me A's, are you?" she asked.

"No, no. I'll take care of your transcript and your report card. I'll help you in every way I can, Denise, the whole time you're at Branson High."

Mr. Cavendish reached out and moved his hand between Denise's legs, feeling her fabulous little pussy. His fingertips tingled with thrilling excitement when he touched her marvelous pussy.

"I can even give you absent-slips so you won't even have to go to class. How's that?"

"God, that'd be great!" Denise exclaimed, thinking about the days she would go to the mall.

Mr. Cavendish slicked his finger lovingly up and down Denise's pussy-slit. She stood rigid, beautiful, her tall majorette hat glimmering, the strap hooking under her chin.

"Should I play with your cock, then?" she asked.

"Yes!"

Denise clutched his enormous cock. The stalk was hot in her little hand. "Oooooh, ah, gosh!" she gasped.

Then they stood there playing with each other's sweet fuck-flesh, Denise squeezing and pumping slowly. Mr. Cavendish slid a finger into her pussy so he could fuck her with it.

"Ohhh, Denise!" the principal whimpered.

"Gawwwd, sir!"

"You sit down on the toilet, Denise," he said.

Denise plopped her ass on the shiny black seat.

Mr. Cavendish got down on his knees, pushed her legs apart, licked up her thighs, then sent his tongue twirling into her pussy.

"Oh! Awwwwwwww, jeeeeeeez!" Denise howled.

Mr. Cavendish moved in on her, licking his tongue lewdly at Denise's schoolgirl cunt. His tongue slicked the cunt-slit, then he found her clit and twiddled the erect thrill-spot.

"Awwwwwwwww! Shhhheeeeeeez!" Denise cried.

She was splayed out on the toilet.

Mr. Cavendish was on his knees on the cement floor, eating at her cunt, licking and lapping. He opened his mouth wide, sucked her clit into his mouth and chewed it tenderly.

"Oh, God!" Denise whimpered.

He slid his hands under her ass, lifted her, and ate wildly, hungrily.

Denise loved the feeling his tongue and mouth were giving her. She looked down and watched his obscene action, and the sight of her principal eating at her pussy gave her a hot surge of excitement.

"Darn! Darn!" she gasped.

Mr. Cavendish seemed to be an expert at eating pussy. Pie took Denise to new plateaus of pleasure, and soon she was shuddering and shaking on the toilet as she was gripped by the tingle of a hot climax.

"All A's! All A's!" Denise yelped. "Mmmmm, mmmmm!" he moaned.

He had a twiddle going on her clit. Denise came.

"Oh, ah, oooooooh!" she cried.

He ate lustily at her sweet pussy.

"Sir! Sir! Ohhhhhh!"

Then she trembled and shook though a brilliant climax. Her whole being was consumed with beautiful pleasure. She loved cumming and she was really doing it.

The smell of the men's room, her principal going down on her, the toilet stall – it was all too much for the lovely darling. She climaxed again, then again, then again, and again. The ripples of pleasure shook her.

She finally slumped down on the toilet seat, spent, pleasured, satisfied.

Mr. Cavendish got up.

"I'll sit on the toilet now, Denise, and you play with my prick, okay?"

"Okay," she said, getting off the black seat.

Mr. Cavendish sat down, pulling up his shirt. His big cock stuck straight up, handsome, beautiful, long, hard.

Denise knelt beside the toilet. "Should I just play with it? Just kind of play around with it with my hands?"

"Yes."

Denise clutched his cock at the base. "Oooooooh!" she whispered. "I want you to kiss it, too," he said. "I better not."

"Yes, yes, you must."

"Gawwwd, kiss your cock, Mr. Cavendish?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, shit," Denise said. She bent over.

Her majorette hat tilted. Her chin strap pulled in on her face. She puckered her lips and kissed the tip of Mr. Cavendish's big cock.

He loved it.

"Denise! Denise!" he cried. "That's wonderful! Kiss it! Lick it! Then suck it!"

He sat splayed on the toilet. His cock poked up at Denise's pink lips.

She licked the tip of his cock. "Ooooooh, yes!" Mr. Cavendish gasped. She took his prick in her warm, juicy mouth. Her lips locked on the cock-shaft. She bobbed up and down, her majorette hat wobbling precariously.

"Suck it, Denise! Suck it, honey!"

She sucked his big prick, still clutching the long, beautiful cock-shaft down near the base, her fingers entwined in the curly fuzz there.