Lie

You tell Mrs. North that your name is Peter. She doesn't appear to suspect you of lying.

"All right then, Peter. I'll be seeing you tomorrow. You don't have to keep my cum backed up with the buttplug until then, but I'd be impressed if you did."

You won't. In fact, the first thing you do when you come home is run to the bathroom and let it all gush out in the toilet, taking care to flush at several points to prevent clogging. Still, the stomach feels a little empty once it's all gone, and the sensation of the principal's cock making itself comfortable inside you has refused to leave your mind since she pulled it out. Just thinking about it is giving you an erection, but also makes you tremble in fear.

The next day, you hear your fake name (and real class) called out over the loudspeaker, but pretend it has nothing to do with you. Of course, since there is no Peter in your class, the teacher isn't sure what to do about the call. Class is resumed, everything is normal.

At the end of the day, you breathe a sigh of relief. You've gotten away, at least so far.

Part of you feels bad for tricking the principal, but the other part is too scared of taking her butt destroyer inside you again, especially if she's mad at you this time. The scared part wins out; you keep pushing the image of her cock out of your mind.

A couple days pass while your butt recovers from its only meeting with the principal. Then early one morning, your mother sits down to confront you just as you finish breakfast. She wants to discuss something.

It turns out that some of her friends have been talking about how 'some rude brat ran away from his place as a cumdumpster for the principal' and your mother remembers seeing you with a belly full of what she had assumed was your good friend Ashley's cum... on the same day said brat had been taken by his principal.

"I was really proud of you for giving in at last and letting Ashley fuck you, after all she has been so patient with you over the years, waiting until you were ready to become her boyslut... still, I didn't say anything at the time because you seemed embarrassed.

But then when I ran into Ashley the other day and asked about her recent conquests, she didn't mention you..." Her eyes glare into your own.

Oh, crap! Mother knows, and judging by the tone of her voice, is extremely disappointed. This is not good, not good at all!

"Doug, tell me the truth: are you the brat? Did you lie to your principal to escape from being fucked?" It's mostly rhetorical, but she wants you to answer her anyway.

"Y-yes, I did," you stutter and get up from the chair.

She follows you and comes up close, close enough to press her big motherly breasts against your face. You lament being so short, but there a bigger problems right now. Bigger being a key word.

"This is serious, Doug! Schoolboys have a duty to fulfill the sexual needs of their faculty.

"Why, back in my day, it was compulsory education! The boys were graded by how well they could fellate their teachers, and many would ask to practice on us girls beforehand so they wouldn't fail." Her tone mellows out as she continues, "I remember this one boy in my class who was shooting for an A+. He would blow all the girls, every day for a month in anticipation of the test, and in the end he really aced it. The teachers wanted to add a higher grade just so he could get it." Your mother sighs contentedly, no doubt remembering some of her sessions with that ambitious classmate.

"Ahhh... Daniel, you were the best. You really were." Her eyes lose focus as she drifts further off into her pleasant memories.

With your mother's thought process derailed by nostalgia, you try to sneak out the door and head to school, but she snaps back to reality in time and grabs you by the hair. You yelp and stop in your tracks. Her grip is pretty tight... you decide it's best not to anger her any more. You're in enough trouble as it is.

"I'll drive you to school today Doug," she says, matter-of-factly. "You and I are going to the principal's office, where you will apologize to and then service the principal, as is your duty. I will stay and watch to make sure you learn your lesson."

She keeps her grip on your hair as you both walk outside and hop into her car.

Neither of you speak a word on the drive to school, but your heartbeats seem so loud they would drown out any attempt at conversation anyway. The principal's cock... you thought you had escaped it, but ...that was just an illusion? Is it a monster reaching out into the world with its manifold, slithering tentacles to drag its property back into its grasp, to consume for its own amusement? And now it has you, its favorite meal, and your mother will be watching?

Your butt was just beginning to go back to half normal too.

Once in the principal's office, you find Mrs. North sitting behind her desk filling out some important administrative forms and... doodling little dicks in the corners. Your mother clears her throat, introduces the two of you and explains what happened. After hearing it all, the principal gives a warm smile and asks if there was anything else, looking expectantly at you. Nervous, you avoid her gaze. The room falls silent.

You stand there with shaking legs for a minute until your mother glares at you again. Apologize. She smacks you on the butt.