"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go along, Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a good night." "Good night, sir." Heather easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Heather was worried. She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal who had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to handle him. The vice-principal started down the stairs with the abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight of Heather. "Young lady, have you seen the janitor" "No sir, Mr. Cummings." "Oh, it's you, Miss Smith. I didn't recognize you." His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over his shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there. "Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's about last week." George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered last week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking himself for having been so indiscreet, or relishing the memory of what had happened in his office. Heather had come to see him for some reason he couldn't remember and somehow - he still wasn't sure exactly how it had happened - he had soon found himself with his cock inside the young girl, screwing her on his desk. Though often tempted, it was the first time he had ever succumbed to the seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was constantly surrounded. But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as Heather. He had never seen anything like her combination of girlish innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really worried. What did she have to say to him She couldn't be pregnant; it was much too early to know that. Maybe she had told her parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to keep quiet about it. You never could tell with these little bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at the thought. He stood still with countless nameless fears running through his head, and a current of sexual energy through his body. Heather continued up the stairs until she was standing just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his crotch level. For the third time in little more than half an hour she reached out and squeezed a man's prick through his pants. "I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again." Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously, afraid that someone might see or hear. Heather squeezed again at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned abruptly, still holding onto the broom. "Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my office!" Heather contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time being and she was going to get fucked again. As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her. Heather squirmed away. She didn't even like the man - he was the school disciplinarian - so she was certainly not going to kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she wanted to tease him a bit. "I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait." "Don't worry, you little tease. You'll see it soon enough, and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh You want more" "I always want more, Mr. Cummings and I never tease!" said Heather sweetly and truthfully. Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes, slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell again. While she watched him struggle, Heather sat calmly in his chair, behind the desk where he had screwed her the week before. She threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen from Mr. Mascalla's fucking. The sight made it even more difficult for him. "Shit! You're really going to get it, you little bitch!" Idly, almost casually, Heather reached out and grabbed the broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when they came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the process, until it lay in front of her. Then slowly, deliberately, she pulled the end of the handle to her gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down until it shone with her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into her bottomless pussy. "Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your cock in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock is even harder than this. I just know I'll love it." Cummmings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself with a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny, fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally stripped off his pants. Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as long and thin as Heather had remembered, and the sight of her fucking her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought him to a state of excitement he hadn't known for years. "Come here, Sir. Let me taste it." "Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck it! Suck my cock!" Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to stop fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom handle, straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both of Heather's hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she just smiled and pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock towards her mouth. Heather eagerly opened her lips to suck it in, licking and caressing it with her tongue until she was sure it was as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom handle. Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at the vice-principal's hips and pull his prick even further into her throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs, still caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of gravity and her clenching muscles pushed it out of her and it clattered to the floor. As it fell Heather suddenly pulled back her head from his engorged prong. "Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard." "O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there where I can get at it."...

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