Part One
Copyright © 2004 by Teri Li: TeriLi @ aol.com
Monday, At School ñ The Principal
He stared out the office window at the landscape of Bluff Oaks, Iowa, a lush but slightly arid town in Taylor County at the bottom of the state. It was a lovely day, the summer heat had subsided a bit, but the cool of the fall had not yet arrived. It was the third week of school, the first week of The Program.
It was either going to be the best or the worst day of his life. It all depended on the eight children coming to his office, two from each class, ranging in age from fourteen to seventeen. Four boys, four girls. He shivered slightly, whether from excitement, fear, or dread he couldnít discern for sure. A bit of each he decided.
His intercom buzzed, followed a second later by his secretaryís voice, "Theyíre all here, now, Mr. Phillips."
He touched a button, "Thank you. Send them in please."
His door, a solid piece of old dark oak, opened with a faint click and the eight students hesitantly trooped in.
He smiled reassuringly at them and motioned them further into the room. His office had been remodeled over the summer, a condition of his employment, to double its original size by merging a storage room with it. It had been barely nine feet long and ten feet wide last spring. Now it was eighteen feet long.
His desk was opposite the window across the narrow part of the room at one end. In the corner was a recliner; beside it under the window was a long couch. The door was in the opposite corner from his desk and there was a small table with four chairs across from it. There were eight boxes on the table and a small stack of towels and pamphlets.
The students grouped in the open space between the table and his desk He turned his chair to face them. "Iím sure youíve guessed why youíre here this morning so early. You are the first group selected for The Program." He could tell from their expressions that they understood. "Please take a moment to read one of the pamphlets on the table." A girl, the Freshman, grabbed a handful and passed them on to the others. They were quiet for a minute as they read.
"But our parents . . . ," one girl started to object.
"Know all about this. The fact you are enrolled in this school is defacto permission for you to participate in the Program. Take a box from the table and begin undressing please." He smiled pleasantly, "Come on, you know you have to do it. The longer you delay the harder it will become to do. And if you wonít undress voluntarily, I will get one of the janitors to assist you."
At that thinly veiled threat, they slowly started undressing. He tried not to stare, he didnít want to make them anymore nervous than they already were, but he could feel his palms sweating in anticipation. It easy to ignore the boys, much less so the girls, especially the Sophmore and Freshman, both were just to cute for words. The Junior girl was overweight and as she stripped it became more obvious just how fat she was.
He pursed his lips. Toni, the Junior girl, was in for a rough week, kids were just so intolerant of differences, and being fat was an easy one to target. The boys were all staring at the girls, especially Barbara, the Senior girl, who was flushed scarlet under their scrutiny, and at the realization that all four boys were sporting erections that seemed to point straight at her. "Hurry up," he admonished, startling the slower two girls and boys into quickly dropping their clothes into their designated boxes.
At first they tried to cover up, but a quiet reminder that hiding behind their hands or hair was forbidden stopped that. He studied them for a moment. He saw the sly glances taking place, "Go ahead, look. Take a good look. Remember, you are going to be getting the same looks when you leave here." They glanced up at him startled, then started taking frank looks at each other. Everyone was blushing now, but it subsided as they realized they were all embarrassed.
He gave them a brief recap of The Program. They were to be naked the entire week at school, they had to comply with any reasonable request from another student, and they had to use the restrooms and P.E. showers of the opposite sex.
"Okay, Miss Jones," the Freshman girl jerked around from staring at a boyís erect penis to look at him, "please come over here." She stopped at the side of his desk. "Turn around please." She faced her fellow students.
This was it, the make or break stage. He took a breath and summoned his courage. He stood, hoping they didnít notice his shaking knees, but then again they were so wrapped up in being naked and seeing others naked they probably wouldnít notice anything less than an elephant walking into the room. He stepped beside the girl.
"Iím going to give you a quick primer on what is expected and what is not allowed." He turned to the girl. "June," he said softly, "Trust me and just relax." She nodded nervously, anxious at what he might do to her, unsure how she should react.
"First, any student or teacher can ask you to stand still or pose you so they can look." He made an obvious show of examining her body, staring t her budding breasts and leaning slightly sideways to look at the "v" of her legs and the tiny folded slit residing there, graced by a few sparse dark hairs. He noted absently that she was turning a bright red, embarrassed, no doubt, at his obvious interest in her "naughty bits" she had been told to hide from everyone.
He straightened again. "June, please turn right and bend over." Hesitantly, and blushing even more, if that was possible, she did. He kneeled behind her as the students stared in shock. She was now showing him her ass and her pussy. He looked at the tight pink lips of her cunt, surrounded with a few stray dark little hairs, and barely restrained himself from kissing it. "Second, they can touch, but they still have to ask. June, may I touch you here?"
She nodded, then, realizing he probably couldnít see her head, said, "Um, yeah," her voice shaking.
He gently placed a finger on her butt and stroked her. She shivered at his touch. He did this a few more times before he slid his hand down to her sex and stroked her lips there. She gasped. "Now, stand and face the others please."
He rose with her and a glance showed the other students were stunned and entranced by what they were seeing. June had blushed all the way to her tummy, now, and he thought it made her quite irresistible. "May I," he asked lifting his hand to her breast, but stopping only a fraction of an inch away. Eyes wide, she nodded again. He started stroking her small breasts. Actually, they were mostly wide puffy nipples on little mounds, just the way he liked them. It would be a while before this girl needed to wear a bra and he liked that. But his stroking showed they were functional as the tips hardened and stuck out.
After a minute of this he noticed her breathing had picked up and her face was flushed again, but this time it wasnít from embarrassment. He stepped in front of her. "Excuse me a second." And he put his hands under her arms and lifted her to sit on his desk, turning her so her legs straddled the gently rounded corner of the desktop and her crotch was right on the edge of the desk. Then he resumed his stroking. Being partially sideways to the others made it easier for the other students to see what he was doing, and observe her reactions.
"This next is up to you," he spoke to the group in general. "If you feel it is too intrusive you can say no." He leaned down, took her breast wholly in his lips, and started licking her hardened nipple with his tongue. She gasped at the sudden contact, but then sighed. He felt her hands stroke his back and raise up to the back of his neck, pulling him slightly closer.
He switched to her other nipple for a moment, and then dropped his hand to her lap. Reluctantly, he released her stiffened nipple from his lips and raised his head. He cleared his throat. "It is permissible for a boy to fondle you here." Suiting actions to words, he ran his fingers up and down her tight slit, which he noticed after a second was a bit damp. He smiled to himself as he went back to sucking on one of her delicious little nipples.
She spread her legs and the entry to the Promised Land opened as well. She was wet here and he spent a moment spreading the wetness up to her clit. Hidden by the fold of skin at the top of her slit, he could tell by her sudden stiffening that he had reached it.
He massaged it and stroked her for another minute, daring at last to probe gently forward at the hole at the bottom of her slit. She gasped again and hugged his head tight to her chest.
Her position on the table and the fact he was bent over slightly gave the other students a clear view as he slowly inserted his finger into her cunt. He heard a few noises from the group and smiled again. If the boys werenít stroking themselves by now they would be soon. He stroked in and out a few times, massaging her clit with his thumb continuously. She suddenly gasped and he felt her try to clench her legs closed. Him standing between them made that not possible.
He grudgingly pulled away from Juneís swollen and hard nipple. Turning his head to look at the students, he was gratified to see he was right, almost. Three boys were stroking themselves, but one boy had his hand between a girlís legs as she stroked him. The other two girls were holding their hands over their genitals, but not to hide them, he could tell.
"Now, and this is important, boys, girls," he made sure they were listening. "This is what is not permitted under any circumstances." He had previously opened his zipper while stroking June, so it was a quick and simple matter to pull his very stiff erection out of his pants and into view. The girls gasped, but June was too wrapped up in the feeling emanating from her pussy to notice much of anything.
He rubbed his thick and long erection against her tiny slit. It was well lubricated by now and he slowly worked the tip of it inside. Only a moment later he reached an obstruction. She was a virgin, all right. God, he was going to love this job.
He rubbed faster and harder with his thumb while his other hand braced his erection. As her orgasm intensified, he shoved hard and the obstruction disappeared. She froze for a second at the shock, but his continuous assault on her clit soon had her hunching back and forth on the desk, sliding herself on his erection. She was small and tight, as he had thought she would be, squeezing his cock in the velvet soft wet confines of her cunt. It didnít take him long, merely a half-dozen strokes before he reached the full limit of her cunt and felt his cock mash against her cervix. It was his turn to freeze as his cock spasmed and pulsed, pouring his seed into the little girl on the desk.
After a couple of seconds, when he felt in more control, he pulled slowly out of her. "No," she whined, "Donít stop." But he didnít. He gave her clit one more good rub as he straightened. She blissfully fell back across his desk. It was a good thing he had cleared it of everything this morning. He stuffed his softening erection back into his pants, and then turned to face the students. He could hear June gasping for breath behind him.
"Boys, that is what you cannot do to any girl, in the Program or not, while on school grounds or at school functions. Girls, that is what you cannot let a guy do to you no matter how much you want him to. Guys, you know the rule about requesting relief at the beginning of class, use it. Girls, you canít do that, so, if you feel you are about to lose control because you are so frustrated, come see me and I well help you." He looked each one in the eyes to make sure they understood. The three girls nodded. The fat girl had an interesting expression on her face, half acknowledgement half calculating. He figured he might be seeing her soon.
He sat down at his desk, looked at June laying there with a smile on her face, chuckled to himself, and opened a drawer to pull out the pre-written notices. He got up, reached over and gently tweaked Juneís left nipple with one hand, making her sigh contentedly, and then walked over to the other students and gave them their late slips for their next class. "Okay, off with you. You know the rules. I hope you all have a good week."
After the others left he walked over to June and helped her to sit up. "Hereís your late slip," he handed it to her. "I think maybe you should go to the restroom first and clean up a tiny bit. You look like youíve had a bit too much fun to have been in the Principalís Office." She blushed prettily. He hoped she would quickly find herself in need of relief later today. He kissed her on the forehead. "I trust you are relaxed now."
She blushed an even deeper shade of red and nodded. He helped her off the desk and to the door, making sure she had her books and towel. He watched, smiling, as she headed unsteadily out the main office to the hall, and on to her class.
His secretary stared at him. He shrugged, "Mondayís are always the hardest on the Program Participants, they really need help understanding whatís going to happen the rest of the week." The secretary nodded and smiled at him, satisfied with his concern for the well being of his students during their difficult situation.
Principal Phillips stared out the window, taking a brief break from his paperwork. He had certainly not expected to be a principal so quickly in his career. He was barely thirty with just five years teaching and administration experience, and a Masters in Teaching, but here he was. All thanks to The Program.
Last spring he had been a Vice-Principal at a large school in Pennsylvania thinking it would be another five or ten years before he reached Principal. And then a small school system in Iowa had advertised for a Principal with Program experience.
They were finally adopting The Naked In School Program and knew little about it. Rather than repeat the mistakes of others, they had decided to look for someone who knew the pitfalls and could guide them around them. Not to mention that the former Principal had let it be known in no uncertain terms that if The Program came in he went out. Phillips had applied and been accepted.
Three years experience with The Program had been a tremendous help. Of course he had never admitted to them that one reason he was an ardent supporter of The Program was because he liked young teenaged girls, and the Program provided them naked for his entertainment all year long.
It was just before the passing bell to third period rang that his secretary buzzed him again. A moment later, Toni, the fat girl came in and closed the door behind her. She was flushed, upset, and, he could see, on the verge of tears. "Oh, itís so unfair," she said unevenly, "I see the other girls and thereís always a bunch of guys around them and barely anyone comes over to me. Even in the showers the guys are avoiding me. I know they think Iím a freak ëcause Iím so fat."
He stood up and walked over to her. He took her in his arms. She was slightly damp, apparently having come straight from said shower. "Thatís okay," he said, "teenagers are notorious for being cruel to anyone they think is different, and unfortunately your weight makes you different."
She started crying. He just held her. "Iím so ugly," she whispered, "No boys like me and nothing I say or do changes that. My tits hang down like sacks of flour, and Iíve got these rolls of fat everywhere. How could anyone love someone who looks like I do?"
He sighed. "No, youíre not ugly. Overweight, yes, but not ugly. Inside you is a beautiful girl just waiting for someone to notice, and when he does notice nothing else will matter. And, believe it or not, there are some guys who like girls with a bit of weight to them, ëBarbieí girls make these guys afraid theyíll break them."
"Yeah, right," she said despondently.
He turned slightly, brought his left arm closer, and started massaging her left tit. It was large, almost the size of a grapefruit, and sagging with its own weight. The nipple immediately popped out. It surprised him because it was long, not a little pencil eraser-sized nubbin, but poking out for almost three-quarters of an inch. He squeezed it, twirled it between his fingers, and she stirred against his shoulder. She giggled, "What are you doing?"
"I think thatís obvious, I see a student here who needs some tension relieved."
She looked up at him, studying his face to see if he was laughing at her. He wasnít. He led her over to the couch and motioned her to sit beside him. As soon as she did he pushed her sideways until he could take her long nipple in his mouth. He sucked on one while he toyed with the other. It was almost like having a small tongue in his mouth. She apparently liked the attention because she started running her hands through his hair.
It took only a couple of minutes before her breathing was ragged. He slipped one hand down her side to her leg. After a brief hesitation she slowly moved her legs apart and he slid his hand to her crotch. Of the three older girls, she had the most hair there and had never seen the need to trim it. After all, he figured she must have reasoned, she wasnít going to be wearing a thong swimsuit any time soon.
He wormed his fingers lower and gently massaged her crotch with his hand, testing the slit underneath his palm with a finger for wetness. He wasnít surprised to find it a bit damp as well. Under his ministrations she was soon spreading her legs as far as she could on the couch and he had worked a finger into her cunt, spreading the moisture he found there all over her slit.
After another few minutes, he heard the class start bell ring, and she was thrusting her hips against his hand as he pumped his finger in her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He was still sucking her marvelous nipples, flipping them back and forth with his tongue, and seeing how much of her big tits he could get to fit in his mouth. He could feel her long nipple brushing the spot where his tonsils used to be.
He shifted on the couch, using his left hand to pull her leg up beside him, then pushing down his pants. She pulled his head up to her lips and frantically shoved her tongue as deep in his mouth as she could. They tongue wrestled while he positioned himself atop her and held his cock at her entrance.
Like June, Toni was a virgin, he discovered after pushing in, but a hard shove as he squeezed her clit took care of that. She didnít seem to notice until he was pressing his balls against her pubes. "Oh my god, that feels good. I never dreamed it could feel this good," she gasped, as he worked in and out.
She was older than June, but just as tight a fit. Fat or thin, it didnít matter; the girls all had small cunts unused to the presence of a manís cock. It took longer this time, but soon she was bouncing up and down on the couch to meet his thrusts so violently he worried briefly that they would end up on the floor. Then she started keening and went rigid. He could feel her cunt muscles clamping down on him, squeezing him even tighter than before, and a moment later he came for the second time that day, pumping all his seed into the young girl.
Fat she might be, but she certainly was athletic in this activity. Yes, anyone who looked beyond the rolls of fat would find a passionate young woman well worth pursuing.
Unsteadily he walked to his desk and pulled out another late slip. He stared at the girl sprawled lewdly across his couch, legs spread wide, and a stream of cum dripping from her puffy and flushed cunt lips. He had to smile.
He helped her stand. "I think," he said, "that youíre going to find the boys are bit more attentive now, coming to you like bees to flowers, and your flower," he dropped his hand to her crotch and cupped her sex, "has plenty of nectar to keep them happy. Especially," and now he tweaked her nipples making them stand out to their full three-quarterís inch length, "When they see these guys poking out . . ." He paused a moment. "Yes, thatís just what you need to do, make sure theyíre sticking out like this and youíll find plenty of boys willing to play with them, and you."
She returned his smile uncertainly, "Really?"
He nodded, "Just brush your hand against them often enough to keep them erect, the boys will react just like you want." She sighed when he took one of those elongated nipples in his mouth for a last tongue caress. "Be confident, you know more about yourself now than an hour ago." He opened the door and ushered her into the main office area. She happily walked out of the office to the hall, never noticing the white streaks of drying cum on her inner thighs and crotch. She didnít notice, but the boys would.
And so did his secretary. She stared at the girl as she left, then turned her gaze to him. He stared back and shrugged. "She was crying when she came in and now sheís leaving happy and confident.
Thatís what The Program is all about." She thought a moment and then nodded slowly. He returned to his office.
The lunch bell brought him out of his office and into a quick tour of the building, stopping in the lunchroom/auditorium to survey his students. The Program kids were in a group, seeking mutual support as they usually did. He noticed Toni talking animatedly with a boy beside her. He also noticed her nipples were poking out and how she rubbed them every minute of so to keep them that way. And that more than one boy close to her, both naked and clothed, were staring at those nipples as often as they could. The one she was talking to reached out and took one of her nipples between his fingers, eliciting a broad smile from the girl.
He watched as a boy approached one girl who had obviously finished eating. They spoke for a moment, then she spun her chair around and he sat on the floor between her legs and started exploring. A blissful smile slowly spread across her face. In five minutes all four girls were responding to requests. Toni had a guy on either side playing with her nipples, she seemed quite happy to let them.
He walked slowly back to his office, thinking. He had discovered in college his predilection for young teenagers while staying with a friend in California. They had both had summer jobs as Life Guards at the beach and he had paid a small rent to his friendís parents for the spare bedroom. His buddy had a little sister, who would be a Frosh in high school the next year.
The little tease had run around the house in her underwear most of the time, giving him frequent peeks at her tiny budding breasts when she "forgot" to put on a t-shirt. Almost as frequent in the evenings were the peeks up her nightgown, which tended to ride up to her hips as she curled her legs under her body on the couch. Her hairless crotch had drawn his gaze like a magnet draws iron filings.
His friend, after two weeks, had started teasing him about watching her. At first he had denied it, but one weekday night after a few drinks he had conceded he was indeed peaking at his buddyís sister. The guy had laughed and told him his slut of a sister had had more guys in her than an open manhole. He had further confided that if Phillips wanted he could probably get her to come to his room simply by offering her a beer.
Fourth period had just ended when his secretary buzzed him that another Program Participant wished to speak to him. She sounded amused at the request. A moment later Susan, the Sophomore, came in. Like the other girls her face was flushed and she was fidgety. "What can I do for you, Susan," he asked politely.
"Um, you said, this morning, that if, we, um, you know, got too, um, horny, we could . . . come see you?" She smiled nervously, worried she had made a mistake, had misunderstood his offer.
"Yes," he smiled broadly, "of course I can help you. Whatís the problem?"
She frowned a moment. "Well, um, I think, I need, um, relief?" She was so nervous, it made him want to laugh, to reassure her she was perfectly correct, that he would be more than happy to throw her on the couch and screw her until her little tongue hung out in exhaustion. But he couldnít say that, not out loud.
"Oh, I see," he said, frowning mildly. He stood and stepped around his desk, pulling his wheeled chair behind him. "Well, why donít you come over here?" He indicated the edge of the desk. She walked over and stood beside him, not sure what to do next. He smiled encouragingly at her and then lifted her up onto the desk where June had been sitting this morning. She braced her hands on either side of her legs and looked at him anxiously.
He pulled his chair between her legs and sat down. He pulled the lever on the side of the chair and it sank dramatically. Her delightful little slit was only a bit lower than his eye level and he took his time enjoying the view. She had far less hair here than did Toni, but it was naturally sparse, not shaved. Looking closely at her slit he saw a slight gleam. There was the distinctive aroma of an aroused female at this close position. He smiled and gently put his hands on her thighs. "Just relax. Iím going to help you get relief." He lifted her legs onto his shoulders as he moved closer.
He slid his hand up her thigh until his thumbs reached her crotch. He pressed them against her crotch and gently pulled them apart, spreading her legs a bit more, but more importantly, spreading the flower of her slit and revealing her bright pink inner folds. He sighed at the beauty of it, and then he blew lightly. She jumped and giggled, "That tickles!"
He slid his thumbs closer together and spread her pink flower a bit more. The hood of skin hiding her clit moved up and revealed the little petal of joy. He leaned closer and licked it. Susan gasped. "Whatíre you doing?" She put her hands on the back of his head
"Showing you a better way to do it than using clumsy fingers."
He licked her again and this time she sighed. He tongued her clit, flipping it from side to side and up and down, and then ran his tongue down to her cunt opening. He circled the opening and then returned to her clit. She was beginning to press forward against his mouth and her hands were running through his hair. He let go with his hands and slid a finger down her slit while he probed her clit with his tongue again. When his finger reached her opening he pushed it right in, getting a gasp and a sigh in response, and a tightening of her grip on his hair.
For a couple of moments he concentrated on pumping his finger in and out in time with his pushing on her clit with his tongue. With his other hand he unzipped and pulled out his erection. He added a second finger to his probing of her cunt and she really liked that. A second later, as he mashed her clit with his tongue, she cried aloud and pushed his face into her crotch as hard as she could. He didnít slack off, but instead increased the pumping of his fingers.
Still pumping, keeping her over the edge, he pulled back and stood. She whimpered slightly as he withdrew his fingers but he immediately replaced them with his cock and pressed forward. Susan had either been very athletic or had had a very persistent boyfriend because she had no hymen and he slid his entire length inside in just three quick strokes.
Each plunge of his cock had garnered an accompanying cry of pleasure, and he only managed six more strokes before he filled her cunt as he had the other two girls. He stood stock still for a moment, reveling in the very tight squeeze of a young girl girlís cunt. She slowly slid down until she was lying on his desktop, just as June had.
He leaned over her and took her nice "C" bra tits in his hands. He fondled them for a moment as Susan sighed in response. "Wow. Is that what itís supposed to feel like?"
"Yes. In fact, thatís the way it almost always feels to a guy."
"Oh my word, no wonder they try so hard to fuck us."
"Yes." After another minute he slowly pulled out, making them both groan at the loss of such intimate contact. He staggered slightly as he walked around his desk and pulled out another tardy slip.
At the door he kissed her on the forehead again. "Any time you feel the need for relief."
"Oh, yeah, definitely."
Smiling broadly, practically skipping in happiness, she left the office. His secretary looked at him speculatively for a moment before smiling. "I see you really love to help the kids."
He studied her face to see if she was being sarcastic. She seemed to be serious.
"Well, The Program puts a lot of stress on the kids in it and my job is to help them cope as best as I can. If they donít leave my office feeling better about themselves then Iíve failed that student." He smiled back at her and retreated to his office.
He stared out the window at the landscape again. He couldnít believe his luck, either now or way back then.
Not truly believing his friend, he had tried the following night after her parents had gone to bed. They were watching a movie when he asked if she wanted a taste of his beer. She had agreed, but nervously suggested she not drink it out in the living room. From that night forward he had spent almost every night pumping at least one full load into her pliant and willing little body. Why her parents had never caught them he never understood. But by then he was hooked on underage girls.
After that, he had searched for a job where he had access to little morsels like his friendís sister. Being a school teacher had appealed. Most other jobs segregated children by sex and he wanted girls to admire, not boys. Aiming to become a Principal had just been a career move. When The Program appeared he had been overjoyed. Now he could openly admire the little darling while they were naked. Unfortunately, he had never had the opportunity to repeat his experience with either his friendís sister or another young girl.
Bluff Oaks had been a godsend, especially after the first interview when he had realized the trustees of the system had only a vague idea of what to expect. With a little creative effort he could "expand" the program a little bit and reach heaven on earth, at least for him.
The final bell rang and he watched in the main office as the Program Participants grabbed their boxes of clothes. He ushered them into the main atrium outside the office where they dressed in front of as many students as wanted to watch. But, he noticed, there were only seven students dressing, the three older girls, and the boys.
The Senior girl either had managed to contain her urges, or, more likely, had a boyfriend who had managed to get her off while doing his "exploring." The older kids knew more about what worked and what didnít for the opposite sex, usually from experience, so he wasnít surprised she had never made an appearance in his office for relief. He didnít care, either, his interest was in the younger girls, although he wouldnít have turned down the older girl if she had asked for relief. He would have made sure she left his office just as happy as the other girls had.
He looked back through the windows into the main office area and saw that there was indeed, a box left over on the counter. Where was June? Worried about one of his charges he went into his office and pulled the file on this weekís students. Examining her schedule he saw she was a member of the drama club. He decided he had better check on her. He did not want an untoward incident to mar the first week of the program.
He had regaled the trustees with tales of Program successes, given them advice on what to expect in opposition from parents, and suggestions on wording the implementation of The Program in their system. His prize, his genius, had been to add a clause to one sentence: parents were to "understand that the Principalís responsibility to the students is to implement The Program fairly, to make sure the students understand The NIS Program fully, and to show and demonstrate to the students both the permissible and the impermissible activities and behaviors, according to its rules, and to assist any student requesting his aid."
He smiled to himself remembering it: demonstrate impermissible activities. That was his out. His job description, written by the district trustees, required him to show the students the activities that were forbidden. Hence, he had to fuck the little girls as a demonstration of what was not permitted. Plus, if any girl asked for his help in getting relief, well then, he had to help her. And the permission letter sent to all the parents and returned to the school for filing had included that little statement. So he had the parentsí permission. And in Iowa, sex with a child aged fourteen or older was legal with parental permission. He was going to have all the teenage pussy a man like him could desire, for the entire school year. And longer, if the trustees liked the job he did handling their school.
He was outside the drama teacherís classroom when the door opened and June literally ran into him on her way out.
"Oh, Mr. Phillips!" She seemed surprised to see him.
"Hi, June. Howís your day been?" He didnít need to confide in her his worries about The Program and that he had been looking for her. "Are you headed for your locker?"
"Uh, yeah,"
"Mind if I walk with you? I was headed that way anyway."
"Uh, sure, if you want."
They walked in silence.
"Uh, everything is okay, isnít it? Did you have any problems with the boys?"
She blushed. "No," she whispered. "It was kind of embarrassing with all the guys staring at me."
"Of course they were, youíre quite an attractive young lady. If I were their age I imagine I wouldnít be just staring, Iíd be drooling on the floor every time I saw you."
She blushed further, her little breasts turning a light red.
"And to be able to ask to touch your cute little breasts or your delightful little bottom, well, that would have been heaven for me," he continued as if he hadnít noticed her blushing. He wasnít about to add that he felt that way right now and that he had to restrain himself from grabbing her and doing all that stuff right here in the hall. And the thought of her legs spread in front of him made his cock even stiffer than it had been when he first saw her in the hall just now.
She stopped and stared up at him, "Really?"
"Oh, yes, really," he confirmed, smiling down at her.
"You think Iím pretty?"
Oh, man, did he ever. "Oh, yes"
"But I donít have big breasts and I donít have a waist and Iím too fat and if I didnít wear a belt my pants would slide straight down," she said all in a rush.
He laughed. "June, you are not fat. Toni, the Junior girl in my office today, now sheís fat. You are not. As for the rest, how many boys wanted to feel your breasts today?"
"I donít know," she said, frowning prettily, thinking, "lots."
"Did any complain they were too small?"
"Well, no."
"Did they all say things like ëwowí or ëwickedí or ëneatí? And did most of them say thank you?"
"Um, yeah."
"And how many wanted to look at your . . . ," he paused, wondering how to say it without using a word she might find offensive. Oh, well, he decided, heíd just use the one everyone at his old school had preferred. ". . . pussy?"
She blushed alluring again, and murmured, "lots."
"And did any of them complain?"
She shook her head, "none."
"And how many wanted to touch you there?"
Now she turned a bright red, all the way to her bellybutton, "lots," she whispered again.
"And were there any complaints about that?"
"Uh uh."
"So, you see, that other stuff doesnít matter. Yeah, some guys like girls with big tits," he used the word on purpose, to differentiate between her breasts and those others, "but many guys donít. I donít for example. I think yours are just right for you now, and are going to be just right for you later. And, yes, some guys like girls who look like Barbie, but you know what?"
She stared up at him in silence, shaking her head, "What?"
"Barbie is a bitch. She gets all those nice things because she looks like she does. And the down side is that the guys who like Barbie donít care if sheís bright, and funny, and happy, all they care about is the way she looks. So Barbie is afraid sheíll lose her looks, the guys will leave her, and sheíll be all alone. And that means she doesnít have any girl friends, because they are competition and might try to take away her guy, leaving her alone, so sheís a bitch to all the girls, to drive them away.
"I donít think you want to become a shallow bitch, June, so I hope you never get huge tits and big hips with a tiny waist. I hope you just grow up into a bigger version of the way you are, with a few softer curves perhaps because youíll be bigger."
She stared up at him, still silent.
"Isnít your locker close?"
She looked around and then pointed, "Thatís it." She went to it and rummaged for a few moments, finally emerging with a different set of books and papers, which she stuffed into her backpack.
They started back to the office through the empty hall, passing only the janitor pushing a broom. They were almost there when she finally spoke, very quietly, he had to listen carefully to hear her, "Did you mean all that stuff back there?"
"Yep."
She started to speak, stopped, cleared her throat, and started again, "You think my breasts are just right?"
"Yep." And he did, too. They would grow over the next couple of years, but so would the rest of her. With luck her breasts would get only marginally bigger for her size. He would love that.
"And youíd like to touch them if you were my age?"
Oh, man, would he ever, "Yep."
"Would you like to touch them now?" There was a smidgen of wistfulness in that request, as if she wanted him to say yes.
"Oh, I would like that, but I canít. Iím the Principal, not a student. It wouldnít look right for me to use the Program that way. People might think I was a pervert preying on high school girls under the guise of The Program." Which he was. His palms were sweating. He was skirting a dangerous area here.
"Oh," she said, clearly disappointed. "But you said this morning that if we wanted relief we were to come see you."
"Thatís different," he explained, "Thatís you coming to me as the Principal with a problem that you need help with, not me, a grown man, asking a young teenager if he can feel her breasts and play with her pussy. There are laws against such things, you know." God, he was such a hypocrite. He had set up The Program here just so he could fondle their breasts, play with their pussies, and, yes, even fuck them under its shield.
"Ah," she nodded, understanding.
They walked into the office. He waved at her box on the counter, "Thereís your clothes. Because all the other students are gone you can go ahead and get dressed in here." He smiled down at her. God, she was so sweet and innocent. And he liked her, too.
Surprisingly, she didnít run to the box immediately. She looked up at him, looked at the box, looked at his secretary who was looking at them curiously, and then back to him.
"Um, Mr. Phillips? I think I need some relief. Can you help me?"
Caught completely unaware, his jaw dropped, dumbfounded at her request. She could not need relief, they hadnít been talking or doing anything that could remotely be considered sexy. What was she trying to pull? The sound of his secretary trying to stifle a laugh brought him to his senses. "Uh, are you sure?"
"Uh, huh." She nodded, never taking her eyes off his.
"Oh, well, okay," he turned and led the way to his office, opening the door for her to go in before him. He looked at his secretary, who was grinning broadly. "Hoist on our own petard, are we?"
He frowned at her darkly as he closed the door. She returned his gaze unrepentantly, smiling.
June was already hoping onto the corner of his desk. Somehow, he had lost control of the situation. He walked over to her and opened his mouth as he took a breath. He wasnít sure what he was going to say, but June beat him to it.
"Please," she said, shyly, "pretend youíre my age and in my class."
He exhaled sharply and stared at her for a few seconds. He felt the edges of his mouth slip up in a small smile, "Okay." He stepped between her legs and lifted his hands. "May I?"
The left corner of her mouth lifted in a half-smile, and she nodded, nervous.
He started slowly, caressing her nipples with both palms, working them in circles, first one way and then in the other. He felt them harden and pulled his hands back, trailing his fingers from the edges of her tiny breasts to her erect nipple. He started squeezing them, gently, twisting them, gently, teasing her, checking to see just how sensitive her nipples were. She sighed, clearly liking what he was doing.
He continued doing this for a couple of minutes until she asked, "Would you . . . kiss them?"
"Your wish is my command," he murmured as he pushed her back onto his desk and leaned down to circle her right breast with his mouth. He did much more than kiss them, he sucked on them caressed them with his tongue, teased them by lightly rubbing his against her nipples. He lost himself in the joy of a young girlís breasts.
Her chest was heaving when she next spoke, her voice squeaking at the end, "Please touch my pussy."
He didnít reply, he just slowly kissed his way from her breasts, such lovely nipples, down to her slit. Like this morning her spread her legs and her slit, opening her up like a flower greets the day, and started hunting for her tiny clit, hiding like a flower hides nectar from the bee. She started running her hands through his hair and making cooing noises, occasionally saying, "oh, yes," as he bathed her clit with his tongue, until she arched her back, squeezed her legs against his head, and pushed his face as hard as she could against her slit, going, "Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Uhhhh," non-stop.
He continued flipping her clit from side to side with his tongue until she suddenly pushed him away. "Do it again," she panted desperately, "what you did this morning that the boys canít do. Please do it again."
She didnít have to ask twice. He stood and allowed his pants, which he had already unbelted and unbuttoned, to fall to the floor. He pushed his jockey shorts down as quickly and then stepped back to her, guiding his cock to her pussy with one hand while he caressed her stomach and breast with the other. Like this morning he slid his cock head up and down her slit to spread it and to get lubrication on his cock, making sure he hit her clit with it each time.
Each time he did, she went, "Uhhhh," and pulled him forward with her heels behind his back. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He placed his cock at the mouth of her cunt and slowly pressed forward. She stiffened against him and he saw a look of pain flit into her expression. He stopped and started to pull back.
He had forgotten he had taken her virginity this morning and she was probably quite sore in there right now. But he had reckoned without considering what she wanted. She pulled him with her heels again, "No, please, please, donít stop," she pleaded. She grabbed his hand on her breast and pushed it hard against her, squashing her breast.
His control was loose to begin with and her verbal request added to her physical reactions crumbled that control and he pushed his cock into her cunt once more. Again he saw the look of pain, but it quickly was replaced by a gorgeous smile as he slid his length inside her. He looked down at where his cock disappeared inside her body, her little slit obscenely spread wide. It was amazing to see such a small thing take such a big one.
He was only average in length and width, and she was only average for a girl of fourteen, but the mismatch between what was normal for a fourteen-year-old and normal for a thirty-year-old meant he reached the end of her cunt before he reached the end of his cock.
Feeling his cock pushing against her cervix made it even more difficult for him to maintain his control, and in her produced sensations beyond anything she had ever felt.
Plus, while a grown woman can easily accommodate a man, a fourteen-year-oldís cunt hasnít finished growing. Thus, he felt like his cock was being tightly squeezed, much tighter than he had ever had before this morning, and she felt like he was stuffing a very large, but hot, tube up inside her, a tube that had to be at least as big as her arm. But, oh god, did it feel wonderful.
It wasnít a surprise when just a couple of strokes later he began spewing his cum inside the little girl, inside a space completely filled already. The end result was copious amounts of his sperm were forced out alongside his cock and it coated her pussy as he pumped his still-spraying cock a few more times inside her spasming cunt.
For several minutes he leaned on his desk over her, gazing down at her blissful face as she stared back up at him. There was no doubt in his mind that she had enjoyed this as much as he had. Finally, though, his arms started to grow tired. He leaned close and kissed her on the mouth, teasing her lips with his tongue before he straightened and pulled his shrinking erection from her. There was an audible pop as he came out and they both laughed to here it, although she did blush yet again.
He staggered back and sat on the couch, his pants and underwear still on the floor beside her. He stared at her spread legs, at her red and swollen pussy, at the hole at its base that even now dribbled his white cum out in a stream that ran down her ass to his desk. Not even when he had been fucking his friendís underage sister had he had an experience like this. He realized he was really going to miss June when her week in The Program was finished. He could only hope one of the girls next week would be as satisfying, but he somehow doubted it.
Finally he stood and walked back to her. "Come on, love, we have to get you dressed and home." She languidly opened her eyes to look at him, smiling.
She sighed, "Yeah, I know." She slowly levered herself back upright and sat on his desk, still breathing hard.
He bent over, pulled his underwear back up, and then stepped back into his pants. In a few seconds he looked like the professional administrator that he was, although one who had the look of someone who had just gotten a really good fuck.
He helped June to off the desk and then supported her for a moment as she tried to get her legs to work right again. It was another five minutes before they decided to go to the door. He used that opportunity to kiss her again and to fondle her breasts. He realized he could get addicted to this little girl in his office if he wasnít careful.
Finally he opened the door and watched, bemused, as his lover walked over to the counter and took the box of her clothes that his secretary handed her. He sighed, blinked, and looked around the office as she put the box down and began to dress. The clock immediately caught his attention. Good grief, they had been in his office for over half an hour! It felt like it had been on a few minutes.
Leaning on the counter his secretary grinned as she watched her boss watch the lithe little girl getting dressed, a smile on his face. From the white streaks in her red swollen crotch it was obvious how her boss had provided relief for the girl, and from the way the girl kept glancing at Mr. Phillips it was clear she had no objections to the manner of his relief.
Every girl who had been in his office today had left with more confidence than when they went in, something she had never seen before. Usually, students leaving the Principalís office were in trouble, headed for detention, or worse, suspension. There would probably be a few of those in the future, but for now, that wasnít what she was seeing.
She shook her head in amazement. Her former, unlamented, boss had spent as little time with his charges as he could manage, delegating that to the Vice-Principal at every opportunity. He had run the school with precision, but the students had never liked the man, and never trusted him. The girls, especially, had had a tough time with him, as he simply did not understand the special needs of growing adolescent girls. This new NIS Program would have been a real disaster if he had stayed to run it.
Mr. Phillips, on the other hand, seemed to have a way with the girls that had them trusting him from the moment they met him. While his methods seemed unorthodox to her, so did this entire NIS Program. She had seen one girl masturbating her boyfriend in the hall this afternoon, giggling as he sprayed his cum on onto her hand and, by accident, her clothes. Last year, holding hands brought a reprimand from the Principal, this year a girl could, if he was in the Program, actually perform fellatio on her boyfriend and the Program guide said that was okay.
The new Principal cared about his students. She decided that was enough for her. She would do her best to make sure the rest of the school continued in its precision operation so he could do what he apparently did best, help the students become the best they could be.
June finished dressing and now looked like any other Freshman in high school, only she seemed happier and more content than the students one usually saw in a high school office. She walked over to him. "Thanks," she said.
"Youíre welcome," he replied formally, once more the Principal, "Anytime."
She turned and walked to the office door, stopping just before she exited to the hall. She stared at him for a moment, then said, "You know, I have a feeling that tomorrow morning, when I get to school, Iím going to need some relief."
Later, as his secretary told her husband about the first day of the program, she concluded, laughing, "That minx! You should have seen the look on his face, it was priceless. He looked like heíd been hit with a baseball bat."
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