Chapter 1

“Just fucking do what you’re told, Superintendent,” Ms. Connor said into her phone, “and make sure everyone else does too! I hold all the cards, here.”

It was early on Monday morning, before school hours. She had a big week, coming. Things with Tissues and her Mom went much faster than planned. Mom walking in on Tissues’ initiation accelerated the timeline. She expected to have to deal with Tissues, but not Mom.

“You have no idea how fucked you are if you don’t toe the line,” she continued, “I have more pics and videos than you’ve seen and more people under my thumb than you know. You won’t do well in prison. Besides, what man doesn’t want his dick sucked by high school cheerleaders?”

She needed the Superintendent to not only keep his eyes closed to the goings on in the high school, but to make sure the staff stayed in line. She had blackmail material on some of the staff, but not everyone.

“No! You can’t fuck them. You’re disgusting,” she said and slammed the phone down.

She sighed, calming down a bit. Then she had to laugh at the irony. ‘He’s disgusting?’ she thought to herself, reflecting on the events of the weekend.

The phone rang. She let it ring a few times before picking up. Mondays always sucked.

“Ms. Connor,” she said into the receiver, then quickly pulled it away from her ear and winced at the shouting voice on the other end.

“Yes, Mr. Mayor ... But ... Yes, Mr. Mayor ... I already told you that she was out of town ... I’m sorry, Mr. Mayor ... Yes, right after school today, Mr. Mayor...”

She hung up the phone. “What am I running? A cheerleading squad or a brothel?”

Next, a knock on the door followed by Debbie, her head cheerleader, poking her head in.

“You wanted to see me Ms. Connor?” Debbie said.

“Yes, come in ... Is everything ready for this week?” Ms. Connor asked.

“Yes, Ms. Connor.” Debbie responded and closed the office door.

“Are you sure this time?”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. I’m sure.”

“We can’t have another fiasco like Friday night.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. We won’t. Everything is set.”

“If you think your huge titties got punished for what happened, just you wait and see what happens if this gets screwed up.”

“Yes, I understand, Ms. Connor.”

“We will start practicing the new routine for this weekend’s big competition at today’s practice.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor. The team will be ready.”

She looked over Debbie’s massive chest. “Come over here,” she ordered.

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie walked to stand beside her coach.

Debbie winced in pain as Ms. Connor massaged her titties roughly over her clothes. Her substantial underwear did little to protect her.

“Are you outgrowing your bra, again?” Ms. Connor asked.

“I ... Maybe ... Ms. Jansen said she can’t expand this one anymore.”

“You better hope you’re not. You outgrow this and you go braless from now on. You can go.”

“Yes, Ms. Connor,” Debbie responded. She left the office, closing the door behind her.

Ms. Connor vowed that her head cheerleader would be braless by the end of the week. She really didn’t need a reason to humiliate Debbie. But she wanted maximum emotional impact. The fact that it was her own huge titties getting even bigger that was causing her humiliation would do the trick.

She called Ms. Jansen to be sure that Tissues’ new uniform would be ready for a fitting on Wednesday. The tailor assured her that it would be. Then she told Ms. Jansen to bring a couple of chastity belts over to Susan Gleason’s house this morning, but to make sure that none worked. She didn’t want Suzy belted. Not yet anyway.

Another knock at the door.

“Come in,” she said, starting to get frustrated.

The door opened. It was Eugene, the geeky sophomore that took care of computers and audio/visual tasks. He was short and thin. His clothes were always mismatched and wrinkled. Ms. Connor wasn’t sure if he ever took showers or combed his hair.

“I got your cameras set to record your practices, Ms. Connor,” he said shyly, not making eye contact with the beautiful cheerleader coach.

“Thank you, Eugene,” she replied, standing up, “You know I want you to look at me when we talk, Eugene,” she continued in a sexy tone and came around her desk.

He looked up, then right down again, “Yes, Ms. Connor. I know.”

She noticed a tent in the boy’s pants.

“I’ll make sure I tell all the girls how much you helped the cheerleaders. They’ll all be very happy,” she teased, “They all tell me how cute they think you are, Eugene.”

“Uhhhh...” the boy stammered.

“And I’ll make sure you have a special seat, right up front for the competition. You’ll be there, right?”

“Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am,”

She reached out and ran a finger down the boy’s cheek and over his chest.

“You like to watch the cheerleaders, don’t you, Eugene?” Her finger ran down his belly, toward the obvious erection he had.

“Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am,”

She let the knuckle of her index finger brush over the head of the boy’s erection.

“Oh, my, Eugene! I see you’re really happy to see me!”

“Oh! Uhhhh ... Sorry, Ms. Connor ... Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am. I’m happy,”

“I’m happy to see you, too!” she cooed, “I’m sure you’ll do whatever needs to be done to help the cheerleaders, won’t you?”

“Y ... y ... yes, Ma’am. Always,”

She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to her hip.

“Even if we have to bend the rules a little?”

“A ... a ... anything, Ms. Connor, Ma’am. Anything you need.”

“Thank you, Eugene. You better go get ready for school.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am. Remember, anything you need, Ms. Connor, Ma’am.”

“Goodbye, Eugene,” she said as she walked the mesmerized boy out of her office.

“Ugh,” she said disgusted as she closed her door.

She went to sit at her desk and wiped her hands with sanitizing wipes.

She sighed. Everything that could be done was being handled. She could finally relax a bit.

Her relaxation was short-lived. Her office door opened, and the school principal, Jerome Jackson, strode in, slamming the door closed behind him. He was tall, black, and handsome.

“What the fuck, Connor?” The tall dark and handsome man said, “Nobody showed this weekend, and you didn’t pick up your phone. We have a deal.”

“I ... I’m sorry, Jerome ... I...” Ms. Connor stammered.

“That’s Mr. Jackson from now on.”

“Things got screwed up, Mr. Jackson. I had to handle it. I ... I’ll make it right.”

“You’ll make it right, right now!” he said and unzipped his fly, “Strip and get the fuck over here.”

“Please ... No!” she replied meekly.

“I said right NOW!”

She stood, kicked off her sneakers and pulled off the only two articles of clothing she wore, a lime-green sports bra and matching tight yoga pants. She was naked in less than 10 seconds.

By the time she walked over to Mr. Jackson, his pants were around his ankles and his massive black cock stood at half-mast. She knelt in front of him, grabbed his cock with both hands and started licking the head. She pumped him with both hands and had him rock-hard in no time. She sucked the head into her mouth and swallowed as much of the huge, black cock that she could.

She felt him grab her hair with both hands and she gagged as he pulled her head in, his cock sliding down her throat. She sucked him hard, doing her best to keep her teeth from scratching him.

He pulled her up by the hair, drool dripping down her chin. He dragged her by the hair over to her desk. He pushed her face down and pulled her right leg up and onto the desk, spreading her pussy wide. He grabbed her hips, and she felt the tip of his massive black cock rub the entrance to her pussy. She was soaking wet, and the head of his cock spread her juices around her horny pussy.

She moaned loudly as the thick head of his cock entered her. He worked the head in and out a bit before pulling back on her hips and thrusting forward, roughly shoving his massive cock in to the hilt. She felt his balls slap her thighs.

“AAAAHHHH!” She screamed. Realizing where she was, she put her hand in her mouth and moaned loudly. She didn’t want the whole school to hear her being plowed by the principal’s huge black cock right on her desk.

He took no pity on her young white pussy and pounded her hard. She moaned as her orgasm hit and pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck you, you prick!” She said as her orgasm slowed.

That only encouraged him, and he pounded her harder. She came again and on the hard black cock, waiting for his massive load of cum to enter her.

But he wasn’t ready yet. She felt his cock slip out of her stretched-out pussy. He took one hand off her hip and guided the head of his cock to her pink asshole.

“No! It’s too big!” she tried to protest.

He ignored her and she felt the huge cock, slick with her pussy cum, slide into her asshole. She pushed back to relax her sphincter as it entered her. He slid it all the way in and then almost all the way back out again.

“Mmmmmmmmm...” she moaned. It hurt like hell but felt good at the same time.