Follow Principal Vanessa Ann

As Vanessa Ann marched through the halls of the school to her office, her mind raced about the Abigail Jensen situation. Although she strode confidently, she had to think through the haze of lust that hung over her. Usually she was able to maintain her professionalism despite what sexy antics ensued all around her, but clearly Abby's pheromones were something else. It all started when she wiped off Abby's precum outside the gym, she thought. After that she wound up masturbating Miss Williams, and allowing Abby to sodomize school property, when otherwise she would have insisted upon discipline.

The tight miniskirt she wore was excellent at concealing erections. That's why she wore it- it was easier to command respect when the faculty and the student body didn't know she was aroused. Her thick cock was now alternately squeezed by her long legs as she walked. First thing is first, she thought. Need to clear my head.

Vanessa knew there were various homes for troubled futanari who were too horny to function in everyday society. There they could be cared for. Usually social workers spent time with them and determined what could be done to help them. Some futas were taught to moderate their urges down to cumming 10 or 15 times a day and placed back in society. Principal Ann couldn't imagine Abigail ever being one of them.

Still, there were places for the incorrigible futas to go. Of course the politically correct term was 'nymphomaniacs.' Some were sent to the breeding laboratories and others to research and development facilities. Still others lived perfectly blissful lives in industrial cum factories, where their semen was harvested for a wide range of uses. Futanari cum was particularly useful in various medicines, chemical processes, and even fabrication materials. Although Abby's mother might not be proud of it, Principal Ann could easily imagine Abby hooked up to a milking machine, filling vats day and night for infrastructure purposes.

It was important to head off this situation now. Rouge nymphos were known to join sex cults outside of society. You always heard about it on the news- futas trying to summon demons and gods and other nonsense with their sex rituals. That was the only kind of place anyone ever fucked themselves to death. As frustrated as she was at Abby, Veronica could never allow that to happen.

All the same, she had little knowledge of Abby's home life. Each instance she had met Abby's mother the woman had seemed tired, but happy and loving. Abby had two sisters who were college- aged, but she had never met them.

Outside the school office door, Principal Ann looked down briefly to see if her hard cock was poking out the bottom of her miniskirt. She could feel it straining against the thick material. Finding herself presentable, she marched in with an air of normalcy.

The school secretary, Miss Parsons, was making coffee. She was a slight futa with a mop of bright blue hair, but she had massive breasts. She had to get her suits tailored to accommodate them, and it was one of those suits she was wearing now. She smiled as the Principal entered.

"Hello Veronica. I have a few messages for you. Would you like a cup of coffee in your office?"

"Yes Jez, thank you." Veronica could detect some breathlessness in her own voice and she chided herself. Even though they were alone she wanted to appear austere. She cleared her throat and said, "See if you can get Abigail Jensen's mother on the phone. Tell her her daughter has been taken out of class and she needs to be picked up. This is a disciplinary issue."

Jezebel Parsons turned from her work, beaming. "Certainly Principal Ann. Would you also like to fuck my tight asshole?" She stuck her tongue out as she spoke, sporting the stud she had there. Jezebel was actually covered in tattoos and several piercings, which contrasted sharply with the professional dress code the Principal enforced. She was delighted to be the school secretary and eager to please Veronica. Veronica found this frustrating as it melted her stony veneer.

A little flustered, Veronica paused. "I... I'll need a routine gratification Miss Parsons, thank you." Jezebel winked and tugged at the nipple ring beneath her blouse.

Vanessa marched into her office and closed the door. She hurried to her chair and thumped into it. She was more ravenous than she though, quickly squirming her skirt up her tall thighs. Her cock was thick and veiny. For modesty, it was covered in a designer argyle cock sock. The thing was soaked through and she tore it off. Her cock was pushing her lacy panties aside and leaking, coating the underside. Veronica's pussy was an ocean and it immediately began soaking her office chair. One hand clamped around her cockhead and the other prohibitively covered her pussy. Get it together, you are in charge here! She thought.

She opened the school's directory on her computer and began to browse. She knew there was some literature for troubled futas here somewhere. There was certainly enough in Abby's administrative record to warrant expulsion, but she wanted to take a more gentle approach. There it was- counseling, cock therapy, support groups for futas with gigantic breasts, gigantic cocks, anal therapy, oral fixations; she just uploaded the entire directory. It seemed like all of it applied to Abby, at least indirectly, and after all it was hard to think straight.

When the door opened, Veronica jumped a little. She quickly tried to tug her skirt down her leg, but it was no use. Her cock was still sticking eagerly out of it.

Jez wore the same kind of boner- concealing skirt that Veronica did. She sashayed up to the Principal's desk and placed a mug of coffee on the coaster there. She gazed into Veronica's eyes and with both hands pulled up her skirt revealing her sleeve- tattooed cock. The glans was pierced and the jewelry was a mermaid, like the prow of an ancient ship.

Veronica watched silently as Jez reached up and stroked her own cock, just once, twice, three times before she gushed into the mug and across the oaken desk. "Cream for you Principal," she cooed. "Now that I'm taken care of, would you like to fuck me with that fat cock?"

Vanessa was surely dismayed it and bothered her to be so off- balance. "Miss Parsons, I appreciate the cream, but you came on my fine desk! Clean that up at once!"

Jezebel smirked and bent down seductively. Keeping eye contact with her Principal, she liked the stray strands of cum from the wood and swallowed.

"Did you speak to Abigail's mother?" said Veronica, aware that she was flushed.

"Yes Principal Ann. I think I woke her. She's on her way here now. It seems you are in need of some release. Can I help you with that, my Principal?"

Veronica couldn't stop her cock from bucking at that comment, and she allowed herself an indulgent sigh. "Yes Jez thank you. Please use this to masturbate me..." she searched in her purse for a moment before remembering that she left her masturbator wrapped around the cock of the gym teacher Miss Williams. Embarrassed, she cleared her throat.

"Well..." her eyes traveled to Jez's huge breasts. "Would you kindly, jack me off with your tits? There will be no sucking necessary."

Jez feigned disappointment and unbuttoned just one button midway on her blouse. She knelt down before Veronica who swiveled in her direction. The Principal's cock throbbed with frustration, and Jezebel went cross-eyed as it swung before her. The secretary lifted her covered bosom up over the angry looking cock and slid it into her blouse. Veronica gasped as Jez slowly slid down it. Slimy precum smeared between her tits inside her shirt and soon the head emerged above her collar.

When it appeared, Jezebel squealed in delight and opened her mouth, extending her very long pierced tongue. The tip extended almost all he way to Veronica's cockhead, but not quite.

Veronica moaned and tried to speak as she began to work her cock up and down between her secretaries' huge tits. "I... said... no sucking..."

"As you wish, my Principal," Jez replied and went back to extending her devilish tongue.

Veronica began to thrust. As her pushing got harder, Jez only smiled wider and lowered her head until the tip of her tongue was touching the tip of Veronica's cock with each thrust. Strings of cum and spit began to connect them until they were cascading down onto Jez' cleavage and soaking her fine work blouse. Soon the underside of Veronica's cockhead was rubbing across Jez' tongue stud, and the young secretary was swirling it.

Curse you and your overactive futa hormones, Abigail Jensen! Thought Veronica as she grabbed her secretary roughly by her tuft of blue hair and forced her cock between the willing girl's lips. With this her hips rose and she fired her cum into Jez' hot mouth. The secretary closed her lips around the Principal's dickhead and sucked hard, prompting an involuntary cry of ecstasy from Veronica.

She stood from her chair, hand still clutching Jez' blue hair, and four or five buttons ripped off the secretaries' blouse. Veronica's cock sprang free and she forced it down the slut's throat. Jezebel's hand was swirling over her clit and she was moaning as she drank every drop.

It was Jezebel who had to pry herself off Veronica's fat cock to breathe. Slimy strands extended from her lips to Veronica's turgid member. She caught her breath and looked passionately up at the Principal. "Do you need anything else, Principal Ann?"

Panting, Veronica released her hair. "No, thank you Miss Parsons, that will be all."