by Jay Merson
Her knowing smile and look were all the answer he needed; he felt his cock jerk within his trousers at the simpering little half-smile the slut gave him.
"Lock the door," he said and moved his chair back a little from the desk.
The headmaster watched as the long-legged girl walked to the door swinging her hips, she turned the key and then faced him, a broad smile now creasing her face. He gave a low groan as she walked back toward him, hoisting her little skirt up around her waist to stand dutifully by the side of his chair. The slut was delightful, the way her little panties pulled up into her crotch to make her slender thighs seem even longer than they were and the way the gusset of her panties pulled up to part the lips of her pussy; the shape of it beneath clearly defined beneath the thin material.
"Lay across me then," he instructed her.
The girl paused only to hook her thumbs in the side-strings of her panties, to slide them down to her ankles before laying face down across his lap.
The warmth and feel of her youthful body was transmitted instantly through his trousers and onto his thighs and cock as her bodyweight added the pressure so necessary in sexual contact. The little bitch wriggled her hips to become comfortable, drawing attention to her rounded buttock cheeks at the same time. He groaned softly as he viewed them, so silky and firm, so soft and pale, he felt his cock leak pre-lubrication at the thought of simply touching her.
Her arms and legs stiffened as one, splaying out to beat wildly in the air as the flat of his hand slapped hard down to make her backside quiver under the force of it. Her back arched and her head lifted, turning wide eyed in shock at the stinging pain she had received. It was on the second slap that she cried out; even in her pain she had the presence of mind to bite her lip and to stifle any scream.
With each slap that landed her body jolted pleasingly, pressing down harder still on his throbbing cock, the firm mound of her pussy pressed hard into his upper thigh to add a further thrilling dimension to the situation. Six slaps he gave her before pausing, the headmaster stroked his hand reverently over the contours of her reddened buttocks, trailing his fingers to feel and to savour her vibrant young flesh. He stroked and felt, roaming his hand freely over her mounds before edging toward the tops of her thighs.
"Yes," she whimpered as a whisper, "yes, there."
"Where," he asked excitedly, "your pussy?"
Her voice was thick with arousal as she confirmed.
"Yes, please there."
The girl yelped as his hand slammed down again, spanking hard again on the enflamed areas of her cheeks. Again and again the hand slammed down, the fingertips now edging toward the puffy lips of her labia as they peeked out between the tops of her thighs. The first slap on her pussy lips sent her into a wild thrashing of her body, her arms and legs flailing as the excruciating pain and pleasure mix tore through her, and on the second the same was repeated, her mouth open and gaping, sucking in air to feed the mix of sensations rushing through her inexperienced body. The third slap made her whimper and grunt, her body now building toward her peak. She tensed, her whole body locked rigid and the breath left her body in one huge sigh, she convulsed and shook and then came to orgasm on his lap.
Instantly he pushed two fingers up inside here sodden pussy, feeling her warm interior and her juices as they flowed from her body. The headmaster shifted his hips, angling them upward to press his cock hard against her lower belly and then came to orgasm as she wriggled down on him. Powerful spurts of his come jetted out into his trousers as he fingered the slut to a finish, he remained with his fingers up inside her for long afterwards. This was one dirty little slut he felt, one that he could train and use to good effect. The cock-hungry slut would be putty in his hands from now on and he would ensure that she provided him with many hours of delightful pleasure in the future. The headmaster pulled his fingers out of her pussy, pushed them into his mouth and sucked greedily on them to taste what would surely become, a familiar flavour to him in the coming term.
***
He stood in the gymnasium, a clipboard in his hands scribbling make-believe notes as he watched them. The little sluts were a true delight to behold, the athletic young bodies twisting, turning, bending and leaping to bring his cock to a firm hardness. It was his favourite session, the one in which they wore the tiniest of little grey pleated skirts, so small that they covered just their hips. The frequent flashes of panties beneath, at the back as they clung to the girls' shapely buttocks and at the front as they pulled across the mounds of their pussies were the real bonus. The white ankle socks and the long lean legs were his favourite and the headmaster busied himself making his selections from the third stream of the sixth form.
On the beams, the springboards and on the wall bars, the little sluts flaunted their bodies under is watchful gaze, bending, stooping, squatting and more, all for his benefit with each of them trying to out-flash the next girl.
He chuckled to himself as he imagined their little pussies moistening and their sweet little clitorises firming as their bodies discovered sexual feelings. The rosy pink nipples hardening to stand out in most desirable attention; simply waiting for his mouth to cover them, to suck and to bite on the tender buds. His mirth grew as he imagined the shock they would experience when bound and helpless, tasting the bite of the cane for the first time in their pretty, naive lives. Of the way they would gasp and whimper as he pushed his enormous cock up inside their tight little tunnels. The real joy for him though was in fucking the slut's arses, the shock, revulsion, disgust and discomfort they showed when he did so excited him more than anything else. The headmaster completed his list and retired, his pounding erection would surely be seen if he remained. Not that he minded the sluts seeing it, that aided his cause but staff members gossiped, that he knew and he had a position to maintain, he was after all, the school's headmaster.
***
The male members of staff had all been interviewed, as too had the non-fuckable female members. He had worked through the list of them with rapidity, conducting simply a courtesy meeting so as to be seen to be impartial. He had encouraged and praised, commented and cautioned but his interests did not lay with them. The next one on the list was the youngest, another trainee and ripe for the taking.
The headmaster stood and positioned himself at the window as the knock on the door announced her arrival.
She was young, not much over twenty he guessed, a delightful little thing, pretty, petite and so very fearful, it showed as she entered. The girl was athletic, her body honed by constant exercise, it showed in her developed thighs beneath the tight Lycra shorts. Her breasts thrust out pleasingly, not large but ample, the shape of them clearly defined beneath the thin tee shirt. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, mousy brown and not over-long it formed a pleasing tail at the back, just right to grip on and to gain purchase he fucked her he mused.
"Ah, Caroline isn't it?" he greeted warmly to put her at ease.
She confirmed it and sat, wriggling slightly uncomfortably under his critical gaze.
The headmaster lounged back again the window frame eyeing her bare thighs and shapely calves.
"The games mistress," he stated.
"Trainee, actually, not fully qualified as yet."
He nodded.
"Yes, working under Mr. James the physical training instructor."
"Yes."
He walked slowly to his desk and sat down, crossing his legs casually.
"A great interest of mine, physical activity, it is how I started out teaching - just like you."
"Really?" she beamed and straightened, her interest roused.
"Quite an athlete in my time but sadly that is now past. I am however well qualified to assess you, along with Mr. James' recommendations naturally."
"Of course," she confirmed with a hint of hesitance in sounding in her voice.
"Not going well with him?"
She shook her head.
"Could be better."
He used a lo
w and coaxing tone to reassure.
"You will gain nothing other than a fair assessment from me, please be assured."
Her mood brightened and her eyes sparkled to send a ball-quivering jerk in his groin.
"Thank you," she said with sincerity.
The headmaster opened the folder on his desk and read the contents silently for a minute or so.
"Stand please and turn around several times."
She did so, without hesitation, proud to show her physique.
"My!" he complimented, "you certainly are in top shape."
She blushed red but turned around, shifting her weight onto one leg and pronouncing the shape of her hips. The skin-tight black shorts clung to her body like a second skin, hugging every contour of her firm buttocks and pulling harshly up into the cleft between them.
"Face me," he instructed.
She did so, holding her hands at the front to cover the prominent mound of her pussy, conscious that the shape was so clearly visible beneath the hugging shorts.
He ogled her slowly and deliberately, his gaze beginning at her ankles and moving up over each part of her in turn. His stare fixed and paused on her hips and then the points of her breasts before lastly moving up to her face. It thrilled him to leer, when the young women knew of his thoughts and yet did or said nothing but stand dutifully as he mentally undressed them. All his looks were sexually loaded, his expressions deliberately complimenting as he fixed on each part of her body.
"I should like you to perform a few exercises, simple ones, so as to gauge your flexibility and stamina."
"Fine with me," she responded brightly.
He smiled reassuringly.
"Very well then, press ups please."
The girl got face down on the floor, raised her body on her arms and began a steady and rhythmic pumping up and down.
His cock rose to full erection as he watched her, the hem of her tee shirt had pulled up to reveal the soft but muscular shape of her waist as bare flesh. The firm bulge of her buttocks was a true delight to see, the dual mounds and the taut black rounds rising and falling in a wonderful pumping of sheer sexual invitation. Her thigh muscles tensed, sculptured muscles standing out to portray the power that lay within them. Beneath her chest her breasts hung down delightfully to jiggle and swing in a hypnotic dance of the sweetest temptation.
"Enough," sit-ups please now."
The girl changed position, her little pleading expression seeking praise and reassurance from him and she received it.
"Marvellous," he complimented, "I love the way your body moves with such a natural ease."
That comment pleased her much and it showed. She positioned herself facing him with knees drawn up and parted as her upper body lifted and rested back as she complied. The girl rose and fell in a great effort to please further, her face flushed and her sensual lips parted slightly as she grunted softly in her efforts.
He was as thrilled as her for the presented tight mound of her pussy was fully displayed to him, the thin material outlining the shape of her labia and the slit of her pussy. The slut would be well aware of her offering and of his fixed stare between her legs, he thought.
"Stand please for the last exercise, and have to say that I am most impressed with what I have seen so far."
She bathed in the praise, standing slowly with her hands now by her side and no attempt made to cover the firm mound of her pussy.
"Turn please with you back to me, part your legs and touch your hands to the floor."
The girl swallowed hard, her eyes met his fleetingly in a knowing glance and then she turned.
The headmaster felt his pre-lubrication ooze out of the eyehole of his cock as the girl bent as instructed. Her slim legs and thighs were braced, tapering up to the 'V' at the top where her shorts had pulled even more harshly across her public mound. He couldn't stifle a moan of pleasure that was greeted with a little gasp from the girl. She knew, she could feel the heavy sexually charged atmosphere too and remained there in the full knowledge that he was inspecting her crotch.
"Stand up now please, the assessment is over."
She straightened and turned, her face now bright red and her gaze away from his knowing face.
"You are quite lovely," he said.
"Thank you," she answered coyly.
Her interest in him was obvious; she was smitten, taken in both by his ability to assess physical education and by his hungry, lustful looks.
"You are ideal, should you need my guidance, the benefit of my past experience in..."
"Yes! Please."
He smirked at her impulsive response.
"Mr. James mustn't know or he will feel..."
"He won't know," she offered hopefully.
The headmaster paused.
"Very well, do you live on the grounds?"
"No, I have a flat on the edge of the town."
"Excellent, shall we say Sunday - at about eleven?"
"Yes," she answered readily, stumbling her words in her urgency to confirm the appointment, "Sunday is fine...so is eleven."
He gave a last long sweep of his eyes over her trim frame, ensuring that she knew he was looking at her crotch more than her overall body.
"Until Sunday then."
As the girl left and closed the door the headmaster gripped his throbbing cock through his trousers and squeezed it luxuriously slowly several times.
"Another one hooked and just needing the final coaxing," he muttered aloud and then turned his thoughts again to the insides of her tight shorts. They would be wet with her juices, the gusset of her knickers beneath soaked and musky smelling, that thrilling odour of sweet fresh female sex. He sighed wistfully and then consulted his growing list and the prospects still to ensnare.
***
He stood at the head of the class of sixth formers, aiming his gaze beneath the desks facing him and delighting in the display of long legs and thighs his position at the front offered. He loved the way the loose pleated skirts fell away to show the backs of their thighs and to give sight right up almost to their hips. Some of the little sluts were even parting their legs to show the tight triangle of their panties as they pulled down over their sweet little mounds and between the tops of their thighs. They would cross their legs, seemingly casually but looking up secretively to assure themselves that they had gained his attention. The little sluts were well aware of their bodies and enjoyed immensely showing them off to him, he made a mental note to establish the skirts as all-time school uniform, never to be changed.
The headmaster sat down on his desk at the front, more to conceal his growing erection than for any other reason. Some of the girls had their blouse buttons undone, indecently low so as to offer a glimpse of their swelling cleavages. All though had firm thrusting breasts that pushed most temptingly against the thin material of their blouses, on some the hard buds of their nipples were clearly defined.
He was and had been taken by a petite little girl with long dark hair falling to her shoulders. She had the face of an angel that held an aurora of innocence, one that appealed very much to him and the big brown, cow-like eyes simply offered simmering naivety with sexual undertones. Her slim little body was a delight, firm and shapely in all the right places and with such wonderful slender legs that he felt his cock jerk as he imaged her thighs wrapped around his head. She was next on his list, at the games session he had decided on her and had put her name as next to attend his private interviews.
He eyed them all, mentally giving them marks out of ten for suitability to his plans, some ranked far higher than most but the list was growing longer by the day. Percentages had to play a part he told himself, select ten and two are sure to fuck, handle them correctly and that percentage rose dramatically, it always had in the past. The headmaster sat spellbound, flicking his gaze from one girl to the next, mentally undressing them and imagining them naked and in pain, screaming for mercy and knowing that they would receive none.
The tall blonde that he had sp
anked and fingered sat at the back, her knees parted and smiling broadly at him whenever his gaze moved to her. He resolved at that moment to fuck the lovely little slut that very night, to lick her pussy and to experience the warm feel of her young body around him. The teasing little bitch had opened her legs wider for him now, offering the firm mound of her pussy in secret offering, she smiled temptingly too, pouting her full red lips in mimicry of oral sex. Yes, he restated silently to himself, she would scream tonight for sure.
He stood up, holding a folder down over his crotch and walked slowly down the main isle between the desks. His eyes searched the open necks of the little sluts blouses as the hunched over the desks writing frantically to finish the essay. He took in the many tight cleavages and the hints of lacy bras as he inspected the firm cleft of breasts in turn as he moved from desk to desk.
At the back of the class he moved behind the blonde's chair, standing close and secretively pressing his hard erection into her back between her shoulders. For many minutes he remained there savouring the warm feel of the bitch as she deliberately pressed harder back against him, the tempting little slut needed it now but he could nothing but resist and to wait. The headmaster dropped the note over her shoulder and onto her lap before moving to the front of the class and ending the lesson, he looked to the blonde and groaned inwardly as she read the note, looked up at him, smiled and nodded slowly.
Chapter 3
His inspection of the outbuildings was a necessary chore, an inventory had to be made and others could perform that duty, he had though to familiarise himself with the layout of each building and its use. It was then, a less than content headmaster that used his lunch break to perform the routine necessities of his new appointment.
As he entered the old stable block, the huge wooden doors creaking noisily on the rusty hinges there was a scrabbling activity inside. As he stepped forward a young girl and a youth tried to break from the dark shadows and to rush past him. Swift action though and strong hands halted their flight instantly, he grabbed the youth by the shoulder and the girl by the wrist.
