A couple of counter offers

With Carrie-Ann straddling you, you can't exactly deny her request. "Sure, I'll blow a load on your principal for you, but what's in it for me?"

Carrie-Ann knows just how to ride your dick so you won't quite cum but you won't go soft. Her hips draw lopsided ovals in the air as she slides herself around on your shaft. "Hmmmmmm," she says, her finger on her mouth. She licks the tip of her finger and smiles at you. The bleachers are full of friends and family stricken silent in anticipation.

"Nothin I guess, haha."

You maybe forgot you were dealing with a legitimate bad bitch here. The only fuck she gives is the one you're getting right now.

"Okay, how bout this. If I pull out, you agree to be my queen. With your smarts and my... dick... we'll breed bad bitches all over the world."

"Sounds cool. After four years at this school, I was starting to wonder if there even were any other bitches bad as me."

A familiar voice from nearby is quick to ask "Seriously?" It's the Valedictorian, sitting nearby in her cap and gown, frowning. She must not know what a bad bitch is.

Another familiar voice from the front row echoes her. "Seriously, young Miss Hong?" says Principal Heatherson herself, rising from her seat to reveal the snaps on her discreetly tear-away wool skirt suit.

*KCH-KCH-KCH-KCH-KCHCKKKK* go the snaps as she rips her stuffy suit off to reveal the most complicated lingerie you've ever seen in your life. On her face, Heatherson still wears the sort of wrinkled scowl you'd expect from a grey-haired Principal whose students call her a cunt, but what she's wearing underneath is much nicer. The white lacey garments are held together with various straps and rings, and cover most of what was previously hidden under wool, excepting her titties. Heatherson's heavily dangling tits swing free from her laced up lingerie and the sun glints off her titanium nipple bars.

"You wouldn't know a bad bitch if she was in front of you running shit for four years while you almost got first place."

"Bitch!"

"Damn right, Miss Hong." The principle turns to you. "Now how bout this, young man, you blow that spunky baby load inside our Salutatorian. You make that tart's little trap as filthy as her mouth and I'll get you the numbers and year book photos of every bad bitch that ever came through my school." You are thinking about it, so she adds, "and I been running shit here for thirty-seven long years."

"You would give a pervert like this my personal information Principal Heatherson?" The Valedictorian is outraged.

"No, not yours," everyone responds.

Carrie-Ann renews her earlier rhythm and rides you with a new excitement, her pussy even wetter now that she's met her match in Heatherson. "Honestly, I'll be your bad bitch queen either way." Wherever you're going to climax, it's bound to be soon.

"That's the first intelligent thing you've said in a while, young miss," says the Principal. "In truth, young man, I'll also agree be your Principal Pimp no matter where you blow your load, but it really would be a shame to waste it all on this old face when there's a ripe, fertile womb right th..." and you've just blown your load in Carrie-Ann's tight pussy and the Principal and everyone can tell.

"You're a weird old bitch, Heatherson, but I'm sorry I called you a cunt," says Carrie-Ann, climbing off of you.

"No need, young lady. Did you know, it was a term of respect back in my day! Good old Mr. Grellers didn't teach you that, did he?!" She cackles and hefts her titties and the crowd of friends and family decides this is the moment to finally break their stunned silence and cheer for the graduates again.

Carrie-Ann rolls her eyes and takes your hand, dragging you off the stage. "I'm so never coming back here again." As she leads you to the parking lot, you look back at the half-naked old Heatherson, who forms her fingers into a mock telephone and wiggles it next to her ear, smiling wickedly at you.