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 TITLE: A Little Town's Big Secret
PART: Chapter 3 - The Teacher and Principal
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: bg bf+g+ bF ff handjob piv impreg preg size cons 1st ped oral
fellatio
SUMMARY: As Dixon starts his 4th grade year, we look back at some of his
3rd grade time.  Written as a trade for Zorlond on Hentai Foundry.
   **********
   AUGUST
   A boyish groan of sublime delight guttered in Dixon Lance's throat and
struggled to escape his tightly clamped mouth.  The extremely well hung
nine year old boy was trying to stay as quiet as possible, but it was
extremely hard when one was surrounded by several horny girls who were all
pregnant with his babies, and three of them were currently servicing his
outrageously huge cock.
   He was in the back of the school bus, on the first day of 4th grade,
where his various lovers had all brought him to the back, hiding their
sexual escapades from the attention of the other kids at the front of the
bus, and from the bus driver.  Cassie, a 17 year old entering her senior
year at Royal Court Academy, had milk-swollen tits and a cute baby bump,
and was slurping on his engorged knob, eagerly swallowing his precum.  Her
slobber leaked between her tightly clamped lips, lubing up his shaft as it
leaked down to his balls.  Her bright red lipstick had left rings around
his shaft in several places, including at the very base.
   On his other side, an 8th grade girl was making out with him,
aggressively tonguing his young mouth as she stroked and jacked his hugely
long shaft, her hands wet and slimy with Cassie's drool.  A small 5th grade
girl was squeezed into the seat next to Cassie, her little ass only half on
the seat, and reaching over the senior's lap to cup and fondle Dixon's
enormous hairless nuts.
   Cassie of course didn't have to ride the school bus anymore; she had a
driver's license, and her parents had bought her a snazzy sports car for
her 16th birthday.  But she didn't want to miss out on any chance to fuck
Dixon any way she could, so continued to ride the bus.  She had considered
asking him if he'd let her pick him up and drive him to school in the
mornings, but had rejected that idea.  Firstly, Dixon wouldn't want to
leave out the other girls who wanted him; and secondly, Cassie would be
busy driving, and probably her little sister would be the only one getting
fucked into a puddle of mindless bliss on the way to school.
   Said little sister, a girl entering her freshman year, had a cute belly
bump to match her older sister's, and was watching the show eagerly from
the seat in front of Dixon, peering over the back of her seat to watch her
older sister worship the nine year old boy's majestic cockmeat.  She was
frigging her clit furiously, reaching beneath her skirt into her panties as
she watched, and gasped a mostly silent orgasm as she watched Dixon start
spurting a thick geyser of boy-jizz into Cassie's throat.
   The senior girl's eyes crossed with pleasure as Dixon pumped her throat
full, and she swallowed his raunchy cockslop eagerly, her teen twat
clutching on emptiness as she cummed from the taste and sensation.
   No sooner had Dixon squirted his last, then other girls began hustling
Cassie aside, eager for their turn.  Fuckdrunk with pleasure, Cassie didn't
resist, and soon the 5th grade girl was on Dixon's lap, riding his huge
cock.  In this manner he passed the ride until they got to the school.  A
7th grade girl licked his dick farewell as he hurriedly stuffed it back
into his pants and disembarked.
   Sitting in a seat across the aisle were 14 year old Stacy Plains and her
best friend Chloe, who were making out.  They had already been fucked by
Dixon this morning, and were enjoying each other in the fabulous afterglow
from his massive 9 year old cock.  Chloe had given birth recently, but
Stacy's baby bump was getting more pronounced every day.  Dixon nudged them
gently to alert them to the fact that they had arrived.  Chloe giggled and
smacked his ass lightly as he walked down the aisle and got off the bus to
go into the school.
   He waved hi to everyone, blushing at all the attention as dozens of
girls eagerly greeted him.  He found his classroom easily, going in and
slinging down his bookbag.  "Hello, Dixon," the 20-something-year-old
teacher greeted him.
   "Hi, Miz Kane!" Dixon said brightly, grinning.  She had been his 3rd
grade teacher as well, and last year had discovered his huge cock and
started giving him private after-school 'lessons' regularly.  She was
heavily pregnant with his baby girl, and Dixon gulped, trying not to pop an
obvious boner as he eyed her fat long nipples poking through her blouse.
   Miz Kane's smile promised all sorts of naughty wickedness after school,
and Dixon's heart thrilled at the thought.  He hoped he would have enough
energy left for a tryst with his favorite teacher though: he was usually
hounded by horny girls throughout any given school day, and with this being
the first day back, there were hordes of girls who'd been craving his cock
for the whole summer.
   The bell rang, and Miz Kane began calling the roll.  Shortly after she
finished, Principal Taylor's voice came over the intercom.  "Dixon Lance,
please report to the principal's office." Dixon blushed; he knew without a
doubt what the 42 year old woman wanted.
   ***
   EARLY JUNE
   Principal Taylor lay back in her rolling chair, her legs spread as Dixon
stood in front of her, pistoning his mammoth shlong into her soaking wet,
hot cunt.  The MILF was crying out in delight as he huffed and panted,
sweat streaming down his face.  He was exhausted; it was the last day of
school, and every girl in school who was his lover had been demanding a
good-enough fuck to keep her sated for the summer.
   Now, in the last half hour before the buses arrived, Principal Taylor
had summoned her favorite student to her office for a farewell fuck of her
own.  Dixon's knees were wobbling from weariness, but his giant dick was
still a rock-hard pillar of meat, bringing him incredible pleasure as he
hilted it inside the woman's rippling pussy again and again.
   As she started convulsing with her third orgasm, Dixon's balls tightened
and his neck clenched as he began unloading his spunk inside her
recently-impregnated womb...
   ***
   AUGUST
   "Hello there, Dixon," Principal Taylor smiled.  "How was your summer?"
   "It was good, Principal Taylor," Dixon grinned.  "I biked around a lot,
helped out neighbors."
   "Hung out with your girlfriends too, I'm sure," she teased.  Dixon
blushed but nodded.
   "I don't really have a girlfriend," he said.  "I don't date anyone. 
Just a lot of fuckbuddies."
   "Well, maybe this year you'll find that special someone.  But until you
do..." She stood up from behind her desk, lifting her skirt to reveal her
hairy, pantyless crotch, which was dribbling feminine cream down her inner
thigh.
   Dixon's boner was obvious, a massive bulge straining to be free of his
pants, and he quickly undid his clasp, releasing his enormous beast of a
cock.  Principal Taylor licked her lips, eager to sate her horny pussy that
had been craving him all summer.  She was two and a half months pregnant
now as well, a cutely rounded tummy bump poufing out of her torso.  She
gestured Dixon to sit in her chair, and when he obeyed, she sat astride
him, letting his mammoth erection sink into her dripping tight twat.  He
threw his head back, delight gargling in his throat as she rose and fell
upon him.  Her lower lip was tucked between her teeth as she rode herself
to her first incredible orgasm upon this huge nine year old cock...
   ***
   LATE MAY
   Principal Taylor was a puddle of abject bliss, leaning back in her
chair. Her eyelids fluttered, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and her
flushed skin glistened with the sweat of her recent ecstasy.  Her new
lover, young Dixon Lance, had just ravished her thoroughly throughout his
lunch break, before returning to class.  Ms.  Kane had spoken utter truth
when she'd revealed the boy's secret to her.
   It was a while before she recovered herself enough to sit up in the
chair and reached a pleasure-weakened arm over the desk to pick up the
phone.  Half-dazed, she held the phone to her ear for a full minute before
she realized she had to punch in a number.
   She found the number she needed and dialed it.  Connie Lance, Dixon's
cousin and guardian, picked up on the second ring.  "Hello?"
   "Miss Lance, this is Principal Taylor from Royal Court Academy."
   "Oh yes.  I hope you've solved my little problem," Connie said, clearly
agitated.
   "Just a misunderstanding," Principal Taylor assured her.  "I've spoken
at length with both Ms.  Kane and with Dixon.  He's more than ready for 4th
grade, and will not be held back."
   "Well thank god for that," Connie bit out.  "I was about ready to kick
that bitch's head in.  Thanks for taking care of this."
   "Of course, Miss Lance," Principal Taylor assured her, "your boy is in
good hands here..."
   ***
   MID MAY
   Ms.  Kane stepped into the principal's office.  It was 6 in the evening,
all the students were long gone.  She sat in the chair and folded her hands
in her lap waiting.  Principal Taylor set her papers down and pushed her
wire rim glasses up her nose, looking severely at the 3rd grade teacher. 
She tried not to let her jealousy of Ms.  Kane's largely pregnant belly
show; the principal and her husband had been unsuccessfully trying to
conceive for years.
   "I've just received a call from Dixon Lance's guardian." Ms.  Kane's
cheeks turned pink, but she said nothing.  "She is complaining rather
vehemently - and with colorful language - about your decision to hold Dixon
back in 3rd grade rather than passing him."
   "I stand by my decision," Ms.  Kane said, although her cheeks remained
pink.  "Dixon's social skills and academic progress necessitate his being
held back." She began subconsciously rubbing her belly.
   Principal Taylor raised her eyebrow.  "His report card is all B's and
A's, save for one C."
   "He has been cheating on tests," Ms.  Kane began, and Principal Taylor
interrupted her incredulously.
   "You're just now figuring this out?  How do you know?"
   "Er..." Ms.  Kane seemed hesitant to answer.  "One of his classmates
told me, and I observed the behavior thereafter."
   ***
   FEBRUARY
   Miz Kane smiled as she gazed at Dixon Lance.  Sitting at her desk, she
inserted her fingers into her panties and began toying with her pussy as
she watched the boy's glazed unfocused eyes.  The rest of the class had
their eyes on their papers, taking their tests, but the nine year old boy
and the nerdy girl sitting next to him were looking vacantly in front of
them with pleasure.
   The brunette's owl-sized glasses magnified her rolled-back eyes as she
and Dixon and played with each other under the table.  From where Miz Kane
was sitting, she had an excellent view of the boy's hand diddling his
fellow third grader's cuntlet under her plaid skirt, and of the girl's hand
reaching through his unzippered fly to massage his boner.
   The girl was her most intelligent student, so Miz Kane had no issue with
scoring her tests high, despite the fact that they always remained mostly
incomplete whenever she sat next to Dixon.  As for Dixon, well, she had no
problem grading his tests high as well, given how much pleasure he always
brought her every day after school...
   ***
   MID MAY
   "I see," Principal Taylor said, somewhat skeptically.
   "He has also been getting another student to do his homework for him,"
Ms.  Kane continued.
   ***
   OCTOBER, LAST YEAR
   Miz Kane lay sprawled on the table, her legs spread, her lower lip
tucked between her teeth as she gasped out ecstasy.  Dixon was standing
next to the table, hammering his massive erection deep inside her horny
pussy, and had been for well over an hour.  She was so wet, that loud
slurping squelches punctuated every hilting of his huge dick inside her
honeypot, and her huge tits jiggled enticingly before Dixon's gaze as he
fucked his teacher into a mindless puddle of bliss.
   She had long ago become incoherent.  First she'd been talking dirty to
him, pleading with him to fuck her like a bitch in heat, before her speech
deteriorated to grunting his name over and over, and now was wordless moans
and cries of rapture.  His gigantic cock stretched and deformed her tight
hot silken pussy again and again, molding her into a perfect cocksleeve for
his nine year old lust, and she loved it, craved it.
   As he thrust balls-deep into her again, she felt his obese nuts clench
against her large supple ass, and shrieked out in pleasure as she felt his
fat cock bulge even fatter with the powerful ropes of jizz that pulsed up
his shaft to splurt deep inside her womb.  The sensations made Miz Kane
juice yet again, and her body quaked, her limbs flopping about as her
favorite student emptied his cum factories inside her.
   Every jet of spunk was larger than a normal adult's entire load, and
Dixon's load was best measured in pints or possibly quarts, for it was well
over a minute before he finally finished jizzing inside her.  Gasping, he
fell onto her, his face buried in her succulent tits, as Miz Kane's final
cries subsided, her body spasming and twitching with aftershocks.
   After several minutes, they were capable of conscious thought and speech
again, and Dixon looked at the clock.  "Shootfire!" he exclaimed.  "I
promised the Watson girls I'd helped them bake cookies in ten minutes."
   "Wait, Dixon," Miz Kane said, as he pulled out.  "We need to talk about
your homework."
   Dixon ran his hand awkwardly through his hair.  "I'm sorry I'm not
getting it done, Miz Kane.  But I'm just busy with everyone, and with you."
   She knew what his 'business' was, and chuckled.  "I'm still grading your
homework as complete, Dixon, don't worry.  But I'm going to need some
actually completed homework to put in your file, or someone might notice
something is up."
   "Um, okay.  I'll try to do it."
   "No, no," Miz Kane said.  "I have a better idea.  Find someone else to
do it for you."
   Dixon looked surprised at the idea.  "Like who?"
   "Like Georgia Whitmore, the sophomore," Miz Kane said.  "She's smart,
she could do your homework for you in just a few minutes, and I bet you
could convince her with your...animal magnetism." She looked significantly
at his wet throbbing cock, and Dixon blushed...
   ***
   MID MAY
   "I see," Principal Taylor repeated again.  She steepled her fingers on
the desk, trying to avert her gaze from Ms.  Kane's huge round tummy. 
"Miss Lance tells me that you've been tutoring young Dixon on a regular
basis after school."
   The question was obvious.  How could Ms.  Kane not have remedied any of
Dixon's academic shortcomings with such intensive tutoring sessions?  Ms.
Kane tapped her finger to her chin thoughtfully, before releasing her
breath as a sigh.
   "Principal Taylor, with respect, I suggest that you should interview the
boy yourself, and then...  you'll understand why I believe he should remain
in my class." The principal was surprised; while she certainly had intended
to interview the nine year old herself, it seemed highly odd for Ms.  Kane
to rest her case with that.
   "If you say so, Ms.  Kane.  I'll do that.  We'll speak again once I've
had a chance to see him." Ms.  Kane nodded, smiling, and heaved her
pregnant bulk to her feet, leaving the office.
   ***
   LATE MAY
   "Hello, Dixon," Principal Taylor greeted the lad, as he came into the
office.  He shut the door behind him, and sat in the chair in front of her
desk, kicking his feet in the air as they dangled over the floor.
   "Hey Principal Taylor," he said, smiling uncertainly.
   "Do you know why you're here, lad?"
   Dixon shook his head.  "No, ma'am."
   He was very polite; the principal wasn't sure what social skills the boy
lacked, that would necessitate he stay in third grade.  "Ms.  Kane believes
that you should remain in her class next year, and I want to find out
whether you really should or not."
   The boy's reaction was not at all what she expected.  He burst out
laughing, gales of good humor exploding from him.  Principal Taylor stared
at him, nonplussed and dumbstruck.  "I - I'm sorry, Principal Taylor," he
said, recovering himself and wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
   "You find the situation funny, Dixon?" Principal Taylor queried, a hint
of severity creeping into her tone.
   "Well, kinda," he nodded.  "She, um, I guess she wants me to show you
why she likes me." He flushed deeply.  The principal's eyebrows furrowed at
his unusual wording, and was shocked when the boy stood up and dropped his
pants.
   "Young man--!" she began to berate him, when she saw the beast revealed
between his legs.  A massive shlong, thicker and longer than the boy's
forearm, dangled between his thighs.  It was a visibly weighty slab of
cockmeat, riddled with veins, and ending in a fat red knob below his knees.
It pulsed and twitched gently before her gaze, and the principal was
hypnotized by it.
   "You like it?" he said shyly, and Principal Taylor jerked back to the
present, as it all hit her in a flash.  Why Ms.  Kane wanted Dixon to
remain in her class - and why the teacher was pregnant.  Principal Taylor
longed to become impregnated herself, and even apart from that...  desire
dried her throat, her mature pussy quivering wetly as she beheld that beast
of a cock that happened to be attached to a 9 year old boy's crotch.
   The 42-year-old woman made her decision, her lust and longing
overwhelming her.  "Fuck me," she demanded, and Dixon's face split into a
wide grin.
   "Yes, ma'am!" he agreed eagerly, and the principal was agog all over
again as she watched his mammoth cock engorge and swell even larger,
lengthening and thickening as it rose into a huge, curved pillar.  The
older woman kicked off her heels and slipped her panties off till they
dangled on a single ankle, and spread her legs as she lifted her skirt,
revealing her bushy pussy.  In the few moments since she had seen Dixon's
incredible nine year old cock, her nether lips had already plumpened and
reddened with desire, and her cunt was already leaking juices down her ass
crack.
   The nine year old looked lustfully at her mature cunt, and it surprised
her to feel such a thrill at his approving desirous gaze.  To have such a
young stud find her desirable and hot - it heightened her own lust tenfold,
and she practically yanked the boy to herself as he came within arm's
reach. He chuckled throatily, and began frotting her.  The principal moaned
lewdly, sounding like a stripper half her age, as his throbbing shaft
rubbed wetly on her pussy and clit.
   She was mesmerized, watching the rise and fall of that gigantic shaft,
every lurch of his cock sending hot wet strings of nine year old pre
splattering all over her.  "Oh god," she murmured, her voice thick with
pleasure, and then Dixon pulled back, letting his obese cockhead touch her
swollen pussy lips.
   Then he pushed in, sinking himself into her soaked, dripping twat.  The
principal threw her head back, her neck and back arching as the biggest
cock by far that she'd ever had stretched her hot silky pussy wide,
overwhelming her sensitive walls with untold rapture.  Delight ululated
from her throat as her fucktunnel squeezed convulsively on him, more and
more of his long girthy fucktool penetrating her.
   His massive rod plumbed the depths of her pussy, more than she'd ever
felt before, and she experienced entirely new realms of bliss as her whole
cunt was filled and stretched, Dixon's knob bumping into her cervix as his
bloated nuts squelched wetly into her generous buttocks.  "Ungh..." he
groaned.  "Principal Taylor..."
   Such passion and desire resonated in his grunted tenor, and then he
began fucking her, his nuts slapping into her ass as he hilted himself in
her over and over with loud lewd thrusts of huge young cockmeat in wet
mature fucktunnel.  The principal was pushed over the edge by a tidal wave
of ecstasy, climactic pleasure wracking her body as this nine year old
alpha male claimed her as his mate, jackhammering her madly.
   Time melted away into a viscous morass of unending pleasure, as orgasm
after orgasm crashed relentlessly through the 42 year old woman's body. 
Distantly, she heard obscene shrieks of delight, and barely registered them
as her own.  Her juicing cunt milked his fat long dick convulsively, until
he exploded, his balls boiling over and his cock jizzing massive wads of
potent spunk directly inside her womb, fertilizing her thoroughly and
completely...
   Dixon spunked inside the principal twice more before they realized he
had to go back to class, and he left her as a puddle of abject bliss.  When
she finally recovered enough to call Connie Lance and tell her that Dixon
would graduate to 4th grade, she had come to a decision.
   Dixon would go to 4th grade alright...  and so would Ms.  Kane!
   ***
   AUGUST
   Dixon practically staggered back into his 4th grade class over an hour
later.  Principal Taylor had been a wild vixen, draining his nuts dry in
record time, over and over, before finally exhausting herself with her own
pleasure.
   Ms.  Kane smiled knowingly at him.  "Welcome back, Dixon," she said, her
voice teasing and mischievous.  "We were just reviewing what everyone
remembers from last year.  Take a seat."
   Dixon smiled and obeyed, sitting next to the nerdy brunette, whose face
lit up.
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
   COMMENTS: Like many authors, I love hearing positive feedback and
suggestions!  If you like, email me: wonderotica DOT 1 AT gmail DOT com
  
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