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The Principal (NC, mF)
I don't know what's wrong with me! I have this deep dark secret that I just have to get off my chest. I've done something that society considers wrong but you know what? I am not sorry one bit! That's right, I have no remorse at all! I just need to tell SOMEONE and you look like the kind of person that I can trust. Ok, now cross your heart and hope to die. You've got to promise that you won't tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE!
My name is Brian and I am a 15-year-old boy who has just finished his freshman year in highschool. I am tall for my age, blonde, blue eyed. I am what they would call the All-American type. I am taller than most boys in my class and kind of an introvert. I have always been a little shy and the being held back in the 4th grade even made it worse. The town that I grew up in was small and a stigmatism like that can take a lifetime to live down. I suppose all my rage and anger stem from that moment in my life when I was called into the office for my counseling session with my vice principal, Mrs. Anderson.
Oh how the fear welled up inside me as I waited. Mrs. Anderson was a redheaded bitch from hell. She might have been good looking had she not been such a lardass. At that age, she just looked like a huge monster with fangs and smoke coming out of her fat nostrils. Looks didn't matter though, it was what was on the inside. What I saw was rotten to the core! To put it lightly, Mrs. Anderson was a pure tried and true cunt! Well, I guess I shouldn't say she was a cunt because that is the sweetest part of a woman. I suppose that a bitch-on-wheels is a better description of her. In most places there would be some counseling to try to encourage the student to do better. The town that we lived in at the time was nestled in the hills of a backwater county in a redneck state. There was no remedial teaching and you either sank or swam. In my case I sank and Mrs. Anderson had a chance to pull me out of the rapids. True to form she chose instead to drown me emotionally by spewing a string of verbal insults at me when we got behind closed door. The words that stuck in my mind most were "moron, little asshole" and a couple of other choice words. The last words I heard her speak that day was, "get the fuck out asswipe." When we got done I felt like a man who'd had his penis cut off. I went home emasculated, rejected and alone. I vowed that one day I would get my revenge. I would get my revenge and it would be so SWEET!
I remember the day that my dad broke the news that he had landed a new job. I was extremely excited when my dad told me that we were moving to a bigger town down the road. Sure, it was still backwater but at least it had a resemblance of nightlife. Just beginning to go through my formative years, I had a "long ol' row to hoe" as they say around these parts. I went through my freshman year with all the scorn of the students that had gone on without me. I was considering dropping out and now my father gave me hope that I would have a new beginning. You know, a new life, all things are passed and all that? All of my feelings of hatred and revenge were now gone from me. Well that was they were gone until a couple of weeks ago. Here's what happened!
It was the first day of school and I had just been given my class assignments. A lot of students would be nervous about starting at a new school. That was not my style. I had learned to overcome the obstacles that life had thrown at me that I felt was unfair. Besides, there were a whole new flock of girls to conquer! The first on my list was that cute Cassie Brown! She was a strawberry blonde and her curves said "come fuck me". I had wanted to bone that girl from the time that I met her. She was one of the cheerleaders and rumor had it that if a guy took his time, he could hit a home run with her.
My memory is as clear as crystal as I think back about the time that my eyes landed on this vision of beauty. My mouth watered when I saw her because she had the cutest little ass on her and her tits were humongous! That was not the best part though. The best part was that she had a personality that matched her sexy body.
School had been in session for a couple of days when I finally got up the courage to speak to Cassie. I walked up to her and smiled. She smiled back and said, "Hi." Then wouldn't you know it, just as I was in the middle of introducing myself to the girl and ready to ask her for a date fate intervened.
"Brian," I heard a male voice behind me.
I turned and there was my P.E. teacher, Mr. Johnson standing there, giving me that standard look that teachers used to intimidate students. He smiled almost evilly and handed me a note.
"What's this," I asked as he handed it to me?
"Well one would hope that after the amount of time that you have graced the public school system that you can read by now." I glared at him, he sneered, spun on his heels and walked away. "Asshole," I mumbled under my breath. Teachers were all alike. They were all power hungry people who weren't able to deal with other adults so they chose to spend their lives picking on children!
"What is it Brian," Cassie asked.
I looked at the note and frowned. "Well wonderful," I said sarcastically as I read the note. "It's from the school secretary. It seems the principal makes it a habit to meet with the new students," I told her. "It seems tomorrow at 4 is my lucky day!" My experiences with principals were to say the least an unpleasant experience. I felt my asshole pucker.
"Oh don't worry," she told me as she nudged me. "That's my step mom and she's a pussycat!"
"You're the principal's daughter?" I asked, my face awash with amazement.
"Yeah," she said proudly jutting her already huge breasts out in pride. Her nipples poked almost obscenely through her thin cotton shirt. I was tempted to pinch them but decided better. "Her and daddy got married about a year ago. She's a doll. Just call her ma'am and act respectful and you'll have her eating out of your hand!"
"Ok," I told her a feeling of total relief coming over me. "I'll be respectable!" We both laughed and then the bell rang and the rest of the day went without incident.
I have to admit that I was extremely nervous all day long at the prospects of meeting Cassie's mom. But, as all things do, I had to face the "firing squad" and the clock ticked until the 3:00 bell rang. The only thing that made the hour wait pass was the fact that I got to talk with that sweet girl Cassie. She helped me along and made me feel better. About 5 minutes before it was time to go she told me to be a little early because her mother liked punctuality. She gently kissed me on the cheek and my heart went flitter flutter. "You'll be fine," she assured me and squeezed my hand. I handed her books to her and promised to call her and tell her everything. She waved and I watched her sweet ass as she walked quickly down the hall and out the door. I turned and walked to the office. Even though I had all the assurances that everything would be ok, I couldn't help but be apprehensive.
A mind is a powerful thing. It can soothe you or convince you that the world as you know it is coming to an end. "Come on in Brian," the secretary said as she stood and gathered her belongings. "I have to go but Principal Brown will be with you in a minute." She smiled and pointed to a door in the back of the office. "Just go inside and wait. It won't be long," she told me. I nodded and she whispered, "Good luck," and walked out the door.
I walked into the room and the solid wooden door shut with a thud. It was a sparsely finished room, just a large oak table and a couple of chairs. I pulled up one of them and sat at the end of the table and waited what I'm sure was just a few minutes but seemed like an eternity. Finally I heard the handle on the door turn and I closed my eyes as I waited nervously. "Good afternoon Brian," she told me as she stepped inside.
"Good evening Mrs. Brown," I said as I turned and looked at the woman. It was not what I expected to see. I expected an old hag in her 50's but instead I saw a rather nice looking brunette woman in her mid to late 30's. My eyes wandered over her body, as men will have a tendency to do. She was slightly overweight but with an extremely shapely figure, she would be what would be considered big beautiful woman. Something about her looks stirred me emotionally. She looked a little familiar but then again, so did most of the mothers of my friends. I thought about Cassie and I blushed a little at my thoughts.
"Well now," she said as she put her things on the table, "let's make this short and sweet shall we?"
"Yes ma'am," I said as I watched her face for some signs of my performance. She smiled and my fears melted away.
"Mannerly," she said as she marked something on a pad and then turned and put a tape in a video recorder. "I am gong to tape this interview if you don't mind Brian," she said as she pushed the record button. I shrugged and she turned on the television and adjusted the focus. "Good," she said as she sat down and began to chat. "Now tell me a little about yourself," she told me as she pulled her chair closer.
"Nothing much to tell ma'am," I explained to her. "You've got my records from my last school and although I am not a straight "A" student, I am just kinda' normal." I smiled at her, trying to turn on my charm. She smiled weakly and I could tell immediately that it didn't work.
"Yes," was all she said as she began to flip through my school records. "No disciplinary problem, academically you seem to be average or just a little below." I hated the sounds of those words but I had learned to accept them. My eyes tried to read the expressions on her round face. It appeared to be the face of a woman who stern but had a kindly side. Something about it was strangely familiar and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had met her before.
My eyes moved from her face to the place that a young boy's eyes would normally move to. Although she was full bodied, her proportions were perfectly placed. Her breasts had to be at least a 38DD and I found myself imagining what they would look like unleashed from their Lycra confines. Did her nipples match her breasts? Were they big or did they look out of place on her mammoth mounds. So are the things that a teenage boy thinks of when he looks at a woman. She flipped a couple of more pages and then she stopped and looked at me. "Held back in the 4th grade," she asked?
My attention was once again brought back to her face. Her eyes locked on mine as I turned my thoughts from sexual back to the business at hand. Her face seemed to be different now. Instead of her once understanding smile, her mouth was turned down at the corner and she was almost scowling. "Yes ma'am," I said sheepishly.
"Well Brian," she said as she closed my file. "I just wanted to tell you that I run a tight ship. Some students would say that I was harsh but some students would probably tell you that I was easy going. What they all would tell you however is that I am a woman who does not tolerate mistakes. In a word, once you get on my bad side it is hard to get back on my good. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am," I said as I sat there confused and suddenly felt like I had somehow done something wrong.
"Now you have already gotten off on a rough start," she said as she pushed the file toward the center of the table. She began to drum her fingers on the table waiting for a reply.
The only word I could come up with was "How," as I inquired, genuinely surprised at this turn of events?
"How," she asked? "I'll tell you how you young man!" All of the understanding that I had noticed in her face earlier now seemed to be gone! "I saw you talking to my daughter in the hallway the last few days and I will tell you that I am not very pleased about that at all!"
"Why," I asked, my surprise suddenly changing to anger. "What have I done," I asked?
"For one thing young man," she said as she opened my file. Her finger zeroed in on my scholastic records. "It says here that you flunked the 4th grade."
The first time in my life I had forgotten my past and now it all came rushing back in a flood. "So," I replied indignantly as I felt my shame and anger growing. "I caught up Mrs. Brown. I don't think that should be held against me."
Mrs. Brown laughed and slammed the file shut, her hand thundering down on the table. She leaned back in her chair, her air of superiority filled the room. "My daughter is at the age where she will soon be getting serious about a boy," she continued, "and I will tell you right now that I do not want her getting involved with anyone who is academically deficient."
"Deficient?"
"Yes Brian, deficient." Mrs. Brown leaned forward. Her heavy breasts rested against the tabletop. "I don't think you should see Cassie again!" Her words stung like a hornet as she sat there in judgement of me.
"So you will not see Cassie any more. Not in the hall, not outside the school and certainly not at her house. Do we have an understanding you little moron?"
"Moron?" I was shocked! The woman who had been so nice just a few minutes ago had called me deficient and was now calling me a moron!
"Yeah, a fucking moron," she said as her words bit my very soul. "Morons beget morons and I don't want one of my grandchildren being fucking morons!"
"You can't talk to me like that Mrs. Brown," I stated loudly, trying to figure out some way to turn this situation back my way.
"Oh my, the little punk has some balls," she said as she laughed. "I don't allow my students to have balls." Her eyes now seemed to change from blue to green as she stared at me. "Now listen and listen good because I'm only going to tell you this you little asswipe," she said as she pushed her chair across the tiled floor and stood up. I felt like she was towering over me as she stood there, her body language screaming profanities at me. Leaning over the table she put her face inches from mine. "Now, if you have any inkling of making it through this school you will just make yourself unavailable to my daughter. Is that understood moron?"
I sat silently as I felt her hot breath escape her nostrils. Her fingers drummed on the table and it was understood that she would be the one calling the shots. Finally, able to take her hovering over me, I stood up and looked down at her. "Mrs. Brown," I said my anger now changing to courage. "I don't think that you have any right to tell me if I can date your daughter or not and you sure as heck don't have the right to call me a 'moron'."
"No right? Well how's this you little shit," she said as she stood and faced me down. "I am forbidding you to see my daughter again! Is that clear Brian?"
I felt like a 4th grader again as she stood there talking to me like I was a non-human. All the anger and frustration that I felt then was coming back to me. "Don't' talk to me like that Mrs. Brown!" My fists clenched in rage. "You have no right!"
"This meeting is over. Now get the fuck out asswipe!" Mrs. Brown's words rang in my ears.
Then it happened. Before I knew it I had pulled my arm across my chest and the back of my hand in slow motion moved through the air and it made contact with her face. She screamed in agony as she stumbled backwards and the chair crashed to the floor. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to think about what had just happened. It was like a reflex gone wild. Mrs. Brown stumbled, stunned and backed against the wall. Her hand covered her cheek and her glasses were lying on the floor beside her. "You've messed up now Brian," she said, her pain coming through in her words.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Brown," I told her, my panic growing by the second.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be you little thug," she said as her hand moved from her face and like a cat in heat, her body came at mine and her claws dug into my chest.
"CUNT!" I screamed as I jerked away from her claw like fingernails that burrowed into my flesh. Again I pulled my hand back and slapped her, this time harder than before. Instead of moving toward the back wall she just kind of acted like she had gotten weak and her knees buckled. I moved to catch her but it was too late because she just moved on down and then she was there, her eyes closed and her eyes, and then there was no movement.
"Oh god!" I yelled as I moved forward and bent down. My hand went to her neck and I felt for a pulse. I was relieved to find one. "Thank god," I said aloud and then once again my panic set in. "Fuck," I said as it dawned on me what kind of shit I was in!
Now, I want you to think like me for a second. Here you are new in school, and you have just struck the principal of the only highschool in town. If you're thinking like me, you're thinking about how to get the fuck out of dodge! I quickly looked around and the first thing I thought of was money! I had to get some money fast and get out of town on the next train so to speak.
I looked around and didn't see her purse anywhere so I opened the door and looked around. There was nobody so I quickly made my way to her office and began to search for her purse. I flipped on the light switch and searched the room. "Damn," I said, as I looked the place over. It was then that my body froze in time and I am sure that my jaw dropped open. "No," I said hoarsely as I slowly moved to the wall behind her desk. "Oh no," I said once more as my fingers moved to the frame on the wall. I took it off and gave it a quick look. Was what I was seeing real or was I imagining things? I had to find out as I sat the frame on the desk and opened her drawer.
"Here it is," I said as I jerked her purse from her bottom drawer and opened it up. My heart raced at an increasingly quick pace as I dumped the contents on the desk. My mind seemed to belong to someone else as I picked up her wallet and pulled the snap open. Thumbing through her personal pictures I stopped and stared at what I saw. I couldn't believe it. I sat it open on the desk and picked up the diploma. "Well kiss my white ass," I said as I read the document before me. "It's her!" I yelled as I jumped back up and ran out of the room. I had known that something was familiar about her and now I knew for sure. I quickly went back into the room where Mrs. Brown was at and locked the door. She groaned and she was beginning to come to. Her eyes seemed to be glazed over as she opened them and she tried to regain consciousness.
"It's a small world isn't it Mrs. Brown," I said as I reached down and helped the woman to her feet. She was not coherent as she tried to stand. "Here, let me help you cunt," I said as my strong hands reached down and I stood her up. "Upsie daisey, I said as my hands took hold of her sides and pressed into her soft flesh. Her eyes were wide as instead of sitting her in a chair I sat her plump rearend on the table.
"W-w-what happened," she asked softly, her head still in a fog.
"What happened is that this is the worse day of your life whore," I said as I pushed her back on the table. Her head hit with a thud and she grabbed it and began to struggle to get up. "Oh no you don't Mrs. Anderson," I said as my hand moved to the middle of her chest.
"My name is Brown," she said as her surroundings once again began to become familiar to her.
"It's Brown now, but it was Anderson when I was in the 4th grade Mrs. Anderson."
"Fourth grade," she asked, her confusion and fear becoming all too real?
"Yeah, 'fourth grade'," I told her in a mocking manner. "You remember don't you. I'm little Brian, the asswipe that you made feel like shit all those years ago."
"Fourth grade? Brian? What? You must be mistaken," she said.
"Oh no I'm not. I remember you now! You're that redheaded fat bitch that was the vice-principal where I used to go to school. You made me feel like I was a worthless human being then and you made me feel like I am a worthless human being today!"
"I remember," I told her as I moved between her legs. My hand reached down and moved to the hem of her skirt. "I remember how I felt when you humiliated me because I had to repeat the 4th grade." Mrs. Brown began to sob as she felt my hand slide her skirt up her thighs.
"Please," she begged as my fingers touched the flesh of her legs. I kneaded the flesh and then I raised it a little more. "Nice," I said as I lay it gently on her stomach and looked at the cotton crotch that covered her baby blue briefs. I smiled and once again my hand hit the flesh of her cheek, not hard, just enough to get her attention.
"Mrs. Anderson," I said as I raised my finger to my lips, "I want you to remain completely quiet. I want you to feel like I did when I was a kid and you berated me for something I couldn't help." Mrs. Brown closed her eyes and a tear began to form in the corner.
"That's a good girl," I told her as my hand moved to the buckle on my jeans. "I swore I'd have revenge but I didn't think it would be like this." Mrs. Brown opened her eyes and they were once again blue and she didn't seem to be the cold heartless cunt that she had been earlier. "Not a word now bitch," I ordered her as my hand unbuckled my belt and I pushed my jeans down. "I want you to know what it feels like to be helpless. I want you to know what it feels like to have someone totally control your actions," I told her as I pushed my underwear down. I was filled with a feeling of authority as I looked down on this helpless woman.
A look of total horror filled her chubby little face as I touched the inside of her leg with the head of my hard cock. "Shhhhh," I told her as I rubbed the head against her. Her inner thighs felt prickly yet soft against the sensitive head. "It looks like you've lost some weight. Hell," I said, "I didn't even realize you were that fat old cow that had treated me so bad."
"Brian. I'm sorry," she said softly as she lay there. "I was young. I made mistakes," she sobbed as her eyes plead for me to stop.
"Not as sorry as you'll be in a minute slut," I said as my hand released my cock and touched the crotch of her panties. She closed her eyes and the color almost drained from her face as she lay there. "Just lay there Mrs. Anderson and I will be done soon."
I was on autopilot and even though I had never been laid before, my cock seemed to know just what to do. I cocked the left leg band of her panties between her right leg and her pussy. Her pussy hair tickled the head of my cock as I moved it around. Instinctively, my free hand moved and pressed against her mouth. "This will hurt you more than it does me," I laughed as my cock touched her nether lips.
She groaned and began to struggle and my cock fell from her opening. "Go ahead and fight whore," I said as I aimed my manhood again. "I don't want a dead fuck!" Mrs. Brown tried to get away but my weight was too much for her and I leaned my weight against her. "Go ahead and fight me cunt," I taunted her. "Go ahead, that's what I want!"
If her eyes could have talked they would have been screaming "NO" as I thrust my hips forward and my cock got it's first taste of pussy. Her eyes grew wide as she felt me enter her for the first time. "Come on slut, fight me god-damnit!" Her face contorted and I left myself buried to the balls inside my principal. "What's wrong Mrs. Anderson? Can't handle a grown man," I asked as I held my hand over her face and pulled my cock from her pussy and plunged again.
Mrs. Brown looked at me with eyes that were hollow now, eyes that seemed to be empty of emotion and I knew that she would not scream. I released her face and my hands now went to cup a handful of her large breasts. "I'd love to see these but I just don't have time right now," I told her as I squeezed them and began my movements in and out of her love canal.
"You like this don't you bitch," I said loudly as she looked at me with a blank stare. "You like it when a man takes what he wants." She did not respond and I was really getting tired of her not paying attention to me. An idea hit me that I knew would strike a cord with her.
"Damn your pussy is hot baby," I told her as I pushed it in hard and kept it still. I smiled at her and then I said something that got her blood boiling. "I wonder if Cassie's pussy is as hot as yours?"
"C-c-cassie?" she said, her senses coming back to her.
"Yes Mrs. Anderson, Cassie!" Once again she came back to life and she tried to move away from me. "I bet she's got a really tight pussy Mrs. Anderson," I teased her as I held her down and began to move in and out of her violated cunt.
"Leave Cassie alone," she said loudly. "Just leave her alone!"
"I'm going to have her like I'm having you right now," I told her as her hips did their best to get away from my throbbing monster. "I'm going to fuck her hard like I'm doing right now!"
"No!" she yelled, "No, no no!"
"Oh, yes, I'm going to fuck her hard and long," I told her as my hips increased their speed. "I'm going to fuck you and then I'm going to fuck her!" Mrs. Brown's hands moved and grabbed my wrists and she dug her nails into my flesh. "That's it you little red-headed bitch. Fight me damnit! Fight me!"
Mrs. Brown closed her eyes tightly and pressed her fingers into my arms until she began to draw blood. "Fucking right!" I shouted as I felt my cum building. "Fight me cunt! Fight me with everything you've got!"
Mrs. Brown opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out as her tears began to flow down her cheeks like a fountain. I watched her cry as she kept her fingers dug into me and then I knew I was there. My cock twitched and her eyes popped open wide as she felt me begin to cum inside her. "Oh god," she groaned as my cock spasmed inside her abused pussy. "Oh god yes," I groaned as I pushed in and out and then in for the last time. "Unnnggggghhhh," I moaned as I left myself buried deep inside her until I had finished relieving myself inside her bruised and battered pussy.
Releasing my wrists from her grip, her arms seemed to go limp. I inspected my arms and the claw marks were deep in the skin. I pulled my spent cock from her and pulled my pants up. I backed up while I tidied myself up and looked down at her pussy. My cum was dripping out of her bushy red pussy. "Now," I told her as I put my finger against her pussy and took some sperm onto my finger. I moved forward and put it to her lips. "If you tell anybody about this, I'll come after Cassie."
"No, please," she begged, "not Cassie.
"Oh yes," I told her and I assure you that you will be there to witness it." I wiped the cum from my finger and moved to the tape recorder. I pressed the button and the tape popped out.
"Remember Mrs. Anderson, I will show this to everybody that you know if you say a word about what just happened."
I touched the door and as I closed it I turned and looked at the violated principal on the table. "Bye the way Mrs. Brown," I said as I looked at her as she lay there. "Tell Cassie I'll be by to pick her up about 8."
I heard her scream as I pushed the door shut.
The end.