The Principal

It was 2 a.m. in Jenny and Faith's old high school. They were in the principal's office, both clad in matching schoolgirl outfits, their skirts raised, panties cast off, with Winston's cock pushing into Faith's pussy, slamming her as she lay on the principal's desk.

"C'mon, I want some too," Jenny fussed.

"Just you wait," Winston said, wiping his brow. He was wearing his janitor's shirt, with his name printed on it. "Gotta special surprise for you." Just then the door opened, and they saw their principal.

"Principal Longfellow?" Jenny said, looking at the 80 year old Black man. "Oh, we're so ..."

"Save it. Jenny, still a truant tart, I see," he said. He was balding, with white curly hair on each side of his head. He went over to Jenny, dropping his dress slacks, exposing a Black cock that was large, and still twitching to stiffness.

"Yeah, and you're still a fussy old man," Jenny said absently, looking at his cock. She reached down, giving it a stroke.

"You're about to get laid by L.D. Longfellow. That stands for Long Dick Longfellow, of course."

"I think," Jenny said, her eyes rolling back in her head as she laid back on the desk, focusing on that big Black cock buried in her ... fuck, he was long ... "that's a redundancy."

"Well," L.D. said, snorting. "This school taught you something."

"The streets taught me something," Jenny rejoined. "C'mon, Faith, let's show these men how we ride."