The Principal - Ms Jules

Bullies and jerks abound at your school. It’s nothing new for a geek like you. You’re used to it, but all the same, it’s not fun to deal with. Today, the cruelty is stepped up a notch, however, as you see a group of jocks walking your way. They’re a long time nemesis of yours and today apparently the leader of the group, Brock…something, is feeling particularly irritable and holding a baseball, tossing it casually in one hand.

“Hey guys,” he says to his group, “watch me hit a very small target.”

His arm whips and the ball sails straight between your legs. That would hurt anyways, but given your condition, it’s an instantly crippling blow. You go down in a roughly fetal position and hear the cruel and stupid laughter of the jocks…before hearing another voice.

“Brock Trent!” rings out the clear voice of the principal, Ms Jules. “Go sit in my office right NOW! You’re in big trouble, mister.”

Ms Jules bends down to help you up, which gives you more than a peek at her heavy cleavage. Her chocolate tit flesh is pushing her bra to it’s limits and spilling over the top. Despite the devastating hit your cock just took, you can feel it beginning to stir. “Everyone, go to you classes!” she commands the small crowd that starts to gather. You hear giggling and whispers from the girls, and laughter from the guys as they disperse.

“Are you badly hurt?” Ms Jules asks as she helps you to your feet. Before you can answer, you realize that Ms Jules is staring at the bulge in your trousers. Suddenly she’s pulling your arm, dragging you toward the nurses office. “We better go see the nurse.”

“No, I’m OK.” You try to protest. But Ms Jules doesn’t let go; continuing to rush you down the hall. You’re glad the crowd is gone. Just a few stragglers who probably didn’t even see what had happened.

“No. We’d better have a look at that.” By now, she’s pushing open the door to the nurse’s office. “Ms Hirito,” Ms Jules calls out, “Are you back there, Ms Hirito?”

There’s no answer. “She’s probably at lunch.” Ms Jules says as she gently leads you by the arm toward the back room, where the examination tables are. “Come with me. We’d better take a closer look.” she says, unlocking the door.

“Um,” was all you could stammer before Ms Jules pulled your shirt up, exposing the lump in your slacks. The principal rubs here palm down the length of your cock, straining against your pants.

“We’d better take a closer look.” She points to an examination table and says “Drop your pants and sit there.”

Again, you try to protest. “Look, I’m really all right. This isn’t necessary.”

Ms Jules responds, “Look, I’m responsible for everything that goes on in this building. I need to know if you’re hurt badly.”

You resign yourself to the inevitable, slowly opening your pants and let them drop to the floor. Your erection is making a tent in your boxers.

“Shorts too!” the principal commands. She is staring as you push your shorts down to your knees. Ms Jules takes in a deep breath and exhales deeply when your prick springs to attention and starts to bite her lower lip. “All the way down.” she says, almost whispering. “On the table.”

Ms Jules unbuttons the bottom half of your shirt and pushes it aside. She gently takes your cock in the palm of her hand. “Obviously, that baseball didn’t do this.” she says as she leans your cock to the left, then the right. You’re a little embarrassed, but this doesn’t matter to your erection, especially when it’s in a woman’s hand. Your cock is twitching with excitement.

You respond, flatly. “It’s always like that.”

Ms Jules is now caressing your cock with one hand as she reaches back and pulls up an exam stool. “Always?” she asks. You nod your head, but she never takes her eyes off you cock, which, surprisingly to you, seems to be getting even harder from her manipulations.

By now, Ms Jules is sitting between your knees, on an exam stool. She’s gently rubbing and caressing your hard-on. “You say you’re always this way, even after?” she asks as she starts to slowly move her hand up and down the length of your manhood. And now, you’re beginning to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm building deep within your nut-sack.

“Uh” you stammer, “there’s never been, er, I mean, I haven’t,,,” Your words trail off. You’re too embarrassed to admit that you’re a virgin.

“You mean you’re a virgin?” Ms Jules asks, surprise in her voice.

“Yes.”

“Not even a hand-job?” Ms Jules asks you as she wraps her hand around your cock and begins to slowly, softly jerk it.

“Uh, no. Ahh, Yes!” you blurt out. Ms Jules is giving you a hand job, and you feel that familiar tingle that lets you know an eruption is just moments away.

“Do you masturbate a lot?” she asks. You can only nod. What she is doing is making it difficult for you to concentrate and form words. “Like this?” She’s giving you a serious hand-job, jerking with one hand, and massaging your balls with the other. You can only nod and grunt.

Suddenly, almost without warning, your cock seems to explode; blasting cum everywhere. The first spurt hits Ms Jules just above her right eye. The second, just below her nose, and the third, she opens her mouth and catches on her tongue. After that, they splatter on her blouse and neck, running down into her cleavage. You almost pass out from the pleasure of your release. But your hard-on doesn’t diminish at all, and Ms Jules doesn’t stop jerking it.

“Damn!” Ms Jules whispers huskily, still jerking you off slowly . “That’s a lot of cum.” She licks cum off of her top lip, and looks down at herself. “Damn!” she says again.

Just then, you here the door knob twist, and the door starts to open.