AUTHOR	Anonymous
DATE ADDED	2nd February 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	M/g, no sex, school

Headmaster McConnell was early today. He briskly crossed the parking lot and
entered the main lobby of The Immaculate School, or, more precisely, The
Immaculate Conception Convatory for Young Men and Women, a prestigious academy
for well-to-do and very-well-to-do parents to get rid of their offspring for a
year at a time. The eight hundred boys and girls were very purposely divided
evenly, straight down the middle, with the only variation being the number of
children of each age. The school was available to children from age seven to
sixteen, with a special two-year "prepratory school" for the
five-and-six-year-olds, and a two-year "enhanced diploma" program for the
seventeen-and-eighteen-year-olds. McConnell mostly just dealt with the main
school, employing Vicemasters to watch over the youngest and oldest.
He was humming softly as he crossed to the main office and entered, waving to
the school secretary as he passed through. He stepped into his office and shut
the door, still humming as he took off his coat and hung it up. He moved around
his desk and sat down, pulling himself forward until he was comfortably seated.
He began to look over some school forms and a few other documents of importance
as a pair of hands suddenly, stealthily, began to slide up his thighs beneath
the desk. He made no reaction at all as the hands quickly slid to his zipper
and began to tug it down. After opening the zipper, one cool hand slid inside
his pants and his boxers to curl around the length of his cock, already hard in
anticipation. With some delicate handling, he felt his cock maneuvered until it
stood straight out from his crotch. His soft, almost nonexistent humming
stopped when he felt a pair of lips press softly to the crown of his cock, and
he shivered in delight. The lips parted slowly as they moved down, and he could
feel the welcoming tongue sliding along the underside as his seven-inch cock
slowly slid deeper and deeper. Sighing in satisfaction, he looked down at the
work he had momentarily drifted away from and began working again as the mouth
began an intense and methodical blowjob. The two hands moved down to ring the
base of his cock, squeezing and stroking his thick length as lips, tongue, and
mouth worked him in a steadily increasing pace. He began to thrust forward
slightly each time the mouth sank down, filling it competely with every stroke.
He could feel his balls beginning to tighten and he increased the pace of his
thrusting. The hot, wet mouth beneath the desk matched him perfectly. The
hands moved to his thighs and he started to go deeper, he wanted to be all the
way in. Leaning back slightly in his chair, he moved his hands to his crotch
and slid his fingers into blond hair, long and silky. He curled his fingers in
the hair and began to thrust faster and faster, fucking his throbbing cock
deeper and deeper, finally sliding all the way in and bottoming out. He held
himself there, reveling in the swallowing sensation around the head of his cock,
and then began slowly drawing almost all the way out and then all the way back
in. Faster and faster, he tightened his grip and began spearing his cock into
the mouth hidden below him, feeling the sensations build and spread outward
until finally he exploded, slamming his spewing, jerking dick in as far as it
would go and holding it there, pressing the head into his crotch, firing his cum
straight to the belly. He gasped for breath and hunched his hips forward,
pumping a few more times before finally relaxing back into the chair. The mouth
still wrapped around his cock and hidden beneath the desk sucked and licked
gently until he was completely soft, and then politely tucked him back into his
pants and zipped him up.
He rolled back from the desk to reveal an eight-year-old girl, Susanna
Michaels, if he had his files right, on her knees beneath the desk and smiling
up at him. She was dressed in a standard "Immaculate" uniform: white tennis
shoes, white knee socks, blue pleated skirt, and a white blouse with a striped
tie. She had taken off and carefully folded her blazer, and it was beside her
on the floor. She was fair-skinned and blond-haired, with slender legs and
arms. He remembered that she seemed to have a very faint lisp, almost
unnoticeable. Except for the flushed rose-hue of her cheeks and her rapid
breathing, you would never know that only moments before she had had a
seven-inch cock deep in her throat, swallowing rapidly as she stroked and
fondled it to ejaculation, and not losing a drop.
"Why, Ms. Michaels," he said,"What a delightful surprise. Ms. Hallahan's
class, am I right?"
"Yes, sir," the little girl replied smartly, "She said if you said I did well I
could earn a whole five extra credit points!"
"Well, I'll certainly pass on the good word..." the Headmaster said as he drew
the child up off the floor and crosswise onto his lap. "Because you did a great
job!"
The little girl beamed at the compliment. "Oh, thank you sir! Can I...can I
give you a kiss? To...to thank you?"
The Headmaster laughed, said, "Certainly!" and gave the little girl a long
lingering kiss, allowing his hands to slide up her young thighs until they
disappeared under her blue pleated skirt. She smelled like soap. Her kiss was
firm but experimental, like it was something she was just getting used to. She
was leaning into him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and he could feel her
heart speed up as he slid his hands sensuously over her smooth thighs and along
the edges of her regulation white cotton panties. He stroked his fingertips
lightly across the stretched white crotch of the panties, feeling the delicious
indentation of the eight-year-olds tight little pussy. Her breathing quickened
and he almost couldn't resist the impulse to allow a finger into those panties
and into that tiny cunt, but he knew that wouldn't be right. At least, not yet.
After another moment or two of kissing and fondling the pretty little girl, he
told her to get along to class and he would have a word with her teacher later
on in the day. She thanked him profusely as she gathered up her jacket and left
the office. He stared for a moment at the closed door, smiling. He never knew
who would be under his desk when he "came" in in the morning, but he did know it
made him want to get to work earlier and earlier every day...

 

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