Detention Delayed

Ms. Summers continued to do the paperwork on her desk. It wasn't that difficult. Principal Killerby had been maintaining Wellsville High's records and administration near single-handedly for almost a decade and had pared down the red tape and necessary filing to a very manageable workload that kept any oversight committees off of their backs. Considering the staffing shortage and how low Wellsville High was on the state's budget and general concerns, he'd had to. When staffing and budget cuts had **** yet more layoffs and a very significant percentage of the student body to drop out (either because their families couldn't or didn't want to keep their children in school or their families simply moved away to greener pastures) Ms. Summers had been one of over half-a-dozen teachers who's livelihood was on the chopping block. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, she had decided to try and 'negotiate' with her boss to stay on the payroll. While she originally hoped a short business-skirt and blouse missing most of it's buttons over her bra-less tits would have been enough to keep her job teaching English, she'd discovered different. The English Program was being downsized and that was final. Killerby was nice enough however to mention that he wouldn't mind a secretary and could talk the Education Board into working it into the budget. Barbara Summers had thought it was a stroke of good fortune when he floated the idea and even stated that the paperwork would be a breeze with her previous experience and his knowledge of the procedures. She'd thought her work was done at that point and started to button her blouse back up and moved to leave. Without having to deal with students as much anymore, and keeping her pay or maybe getting a raise, life would be easier. Until Killerby told her the blouse could stay as it was and emphasized that he could do all the paperwork himself and still get his normal job done. The job offer was a favor to Barbara and while he didn't NEED a secretary, he'd like one for certain...administrative tasks. Barbara Summers was a decently clever woman and only took a few minutes to clarify and understand her new 'job requirements'. Knowing she didn't have any better options, she was under his desk for the first of many 'strategy meetings' minutes later.

Over the months, working for Ian Killerby had become routine and the meetings were just another part of the job at this point. Ms. Summers had no interest in rocking the boat and no loyalty to the town beyond her job. Employment was shaky as it was and she didn't risk her paycheck for anything. She also had heard rumors (that were now confirmed to her lack of surprise) that Killerby sometimes met privately with certain senior coeds or the mothers of students for one-on-one 'meetings'. Considering her own job, she always figured 'better them than me'.

Which was why right now she acted like she couldn't hear squeaks, indignant squeals and the occasional moan from her bosses office. Typing, stamping, stapling, marking and filing away was a good enough reason to ignore the intermittently audible slap of flesh on flesh and undercurrent of multiple female voices in response to the murmur of her boss.

If she'd have the nerve to interrupt her boss' activity, she'd certainly run into a rather perverse scene. All three young ladies were nude. Amy Haynes was the most dressed of the three by dint of her managing to wiggle her denim shorts past her sneakers, but other than her shoes, her busty, spectacular body was just as much on display as her disciplinary companions. Amy and the pale, goth April Graves were both sitting at opposite ends on the plush, leather couch against the far wall facing Killerby's desk. Both Amy and April had their legs spread as wide as they could be without touching eachother and displayed their soft, hairless pussies, each being rubbed vigorously by themselves. The squeals and **** moans were coming from their curly-haired, brown-skinned classmate Anita as she was completely nude, gripping the edges and bent over the desk facing them.

Behind her, pants-less, panting like he was running a marathon and the source of the wet slapping sound that his secretary heard, was the pudgy, flushed Principal Ian Killerby, bareback fucking one of his students infront of two others. With his hands on her shapely hips, Ian was mesmerized as he watched Anita's soft, round ass ripple with every impact of his pelvis to hers as he thrusted away into a girl he'd jacked off to more than once while he spoke to her and her trailer-trash family.

Principal Killerby's face scrunched in perverted pleasure as he closed his eyes and tried to hold on a little longer. He didn't want to blow his load just yet, but she was so tight! Her ass was way too soft and round for a high-school girl. Maybe a porn star? Knowing her academic achievements, personality, and the leverage he had on her family, he was well aware of her future prospects. He always had a thing for younger meat after all. Maybe he'd extend a job offer to her after her inevitable drop out. He lived alone and could use a housekeeper. Or at least someone who would be easy to get on videotape. He filed that thought away and returned to admiring the globes of her bouncing buttcheeks. Definitely pert though. Killerby opened his eyes to watch his underwhelmingly average prick withdraw and disappear back into the hot depths of his charge. He was pleasantly surprised when he began that she lubed up quickly and even now his cock glistened with her juices. The little slut was wet! She was enjoying it.

Anita for her part had felt her skin crawling when she'd been chosen to bend over the desk and entertain this fat, lard-ass of a principal. She probably should have talked. Now though she just felt heat and shame mixed with the pleasure rising in her core with every thrust. Even if her mind was repulsed by Principal Killerby, her cunt knew it had a cock pounding it and was all too happy to please. The look of shock on Anita's face was both because she'd been disgusted with herself for how wet she got (she was fucking soaking!) once he started a rhythm and because her body was actually enjoying getting fucked like a hooker in front of two white girls she couldn't stand. Her tight nipples stood out like pencil erasers, brushing the wooden desktop as her full tits bounced in time with Killerby's pumping, and she was so wet, little trickles of arousal were making their way down her inner thighs. The only reason her toes weren't curling back on themselves is because she was on tiptoe to bend fully over the desk and her legs were shaking with an impending orgasm. Not to mention anybody who was watching her face could see her eyes rolling back in her head and tell she was enjoying this, however reluctantly.

Fortunately, only Amy noticed the afro-latina taking so much obvious pleasure on the disgusting, fat man's cock. She'd kept her blushing expression carefully neutral as she played with her own pussy and, to her dismay, felt waves of pleasure flow through her body. She wished she'd let her hair down out of it's ponytail before this freak's twisted show so she could maybe shake her hair out and let it block out the sight of this room. Glancing at her former friend, the goth slut April, she noticed her backstabbing classmate had her head rolled to the side, showing off the shaved sides of her head in some cheap, punk hairstyle with her eyes half lidded and tits nearly as large as Amy's rising and falling rapidly while she rubbed her own pussy with way more enthusiasm than necessary. The stupid whore was getting off! Amy's eyebrows rose in surprise. Was she the only non-slut here?

Her question was answered as the Principal's thrusts into the honey-brown slut became more frantic and the sounds from both of them rose in pitch and volume. "Such a tight slut. So tight slut. So tight slut! So tight. Tight slut, slut. SLUT!" Killerby groaned out while Anita reached her peak and her whole body went rigid as a board for a few seconds with a white-knuckled grip on the edges of the desk, practically collapsing on the top while having a full body tremor and only the whites of her eyes showing.

"Gnnngh, uuuhhh! Uuung! Gaaaahh!" was all the wordless moaning she got out but, the message of 'I'm cumming my brains out' was clear.

April to her side followed Anita's slutty display with ragged breathing and her spine arching, pushing her flawless, pale tits out for perusal while she bucked on her own hand and whined in subdued, orgasmic bliss.

'Sluts' Amy thought with a condescending attitude.

When Anita's shaking slowed a bit, Killerby yanked himself out of her, and with an ease that might make someone suspect he'd done this before, guided her to her knees in front of him and stuffed his cock in her mouth still frozen in a beautiful 'o' of her climax. Killerby gasped and 'Oooohhh'ed while he shot strings of jizz into the high school girl's mouth. "That's right, bitch. Take it all. Swallow it down like your grades." he murmured with a self-satisfied smirk as the promiscuous girl automatically sucked out every drop he gave her and swallowed his discharge of baby batter with practiced ease. Anita's brain may have disconnected at the moment, but her body knew perfectly well what to do.

Amy kept her neutral expression while everyone came down from their climaxes. When the Principal seemed to catch his breath, she broke the silence'

"Can I stop playing with myself now?"

Killerby looked at her as he slowly fell back into his chair like he was only just now remembering there was a pair of beautiful coeds naked and masturbating on his couch. "Uuhh...huff...you can hold off for now. gasp" he wheezed as he caught his breath. Amy nodded curtly and closed her legs while she took stock of her pale classmate. April was gasping similar to Killerby and her head was lolling back and forth as she gathered her wits about her. She looked like some cam whore fresh off the set. When he sat down, Killerby had a hand on the back of Anita's head and guided her mouth to follow his dick as he sat down. Anita was coming back to earth now and started to realize she was on her knees with the Principal's cock half buried in her mouth and the unmistakable taste of jizz on her tongue. She tried to pull off, but Killerby kept the pressure on the back of her head up and she glared up at him indignantly, making a noise.

"Hhhgggh?" she groaned questioningly around the cock between her lips.

"Thank you Miss Ghetresh, that was a decent display of the alleged activities that happened at Willy White's World of Wonder. But be a doll and clean up down there, thanks. Wouldn't want to leave a mess after all, right?"

"MMMM MMMM MMMMGGGGHHH!" Anita loudly protested with her mouth full.

"Unless you have something to actually say now about what happened on the field trip?" Killerby questioned to her patronizingly.

From her vantage point, Amy could only see the mass of dark curls under the Principal's hand shift around at first a lot, and then after his question, slow down, stop moving and then slowly begin rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Looked like the bitch chose what was best for her.

After giving a pleased sigh and relaxing back into his chair, Principal Killerby turned his attention back to the nude beauties on his office couch. "Now, where were," he squirmed and jumped slightly, "wwweee...?!" He gasped and looked down at Anita going to work before giving a crooked smile to his other guests.

Amy rolled her eyes and asked, "Can I put my clothes back on now?"

"Not yet." he answered without missing a beat. "Now, do either of you ladies have anything to contribute to the story or something to say in your defense?"

April by now had come back down and sat with her legs closed and her hands wrapped around her stomach, careful not to obstruct the sight of her breasts from the principal, but she stayed quiet.

Amy watched the slut's head bobbing away in Killerby's lap for several seconds and weighed her options.

With a sigh, she sat up straighter and pushed her chest out a bit, ignoring the way his eyes were glued to her big, round knockers and how he didn't look at her face.

"Well..."