Chapter 6

“When are your parents expecting you to be home?” I asked when I saw that Heather had regained her breath and the ability to talk in full sentences again.

“My parents don’t care when I come home or even if I come home,” she said. I took note of the sad tone in her voice and stopped fucking her to turn her around.

“What do you mean, Heather?” I asked.

“My parents don’t care what I do. They are more concerned with their own lives and being socialites and the life of the party to care about what I am doing. Hell, most of the time I hardly see them except when we have a rare dinner together or something. I don’t think I have had either of my parents come to my school unless I was in trouble in years! No school functions, no parent-teacher conferences. One of the reasons I don’t try out for anything is that they wouldn’t come to them anyway. So why bother?

“I pretty much take care of myself. Right now, they are getting ready to go out to one of the clubs they frequent and socialize with their friends and drink. Then Mom will get all liquored up and Dad will have to bring her home and put her to bed. He’ll probably not be in much better condition, himself. Tomorrow, everyone will have to walk on eggshells because they will both be hungover so bad that dropping a cotton ball will make too much noise!

“So I usually find someplace else to be – either visiting a friend or something. Sometimes I go to the park or the elementary school and just sit on the swings until I think it might be safe to go home. Or I will go to the mall and hang out there for most of the day.”

“I had no idea...”

“It’s the reality I have to deal with. I can’t do anything to change it – I’m just glad that we are well-off and I have money to buy myself something to eat or go to the movies or whatever when I want to. Some kids like me don’t have that luxury. Some kids live on the street without any kind of support. Those are the ones I feel sorry for. Yeah, I may not have Mr. and Mrs. Brady as parents, but at least I don’t go hungry too much.”

I had to agree with her there. I had worked in other schools where kids were less fortunate than Heather. There were kids in this school that didn’t have what Heather had. Kids with single parents either a mother or a father. Kids who lived in fear because their parents had drug or alcohol problems or were abusive. Having money certainly didn’t make up for absentee parenting, but it could be a lot worse. I had to admire Heather’s outlook and acceptance of her situation.

That didn’t mean, however, that I had to accept it. And I determined that if things worked out with our arrangement like I hoped they would, that Heather wouldn’t have to hang out at the mall or the elementary playground just to pass the time until her parents saw fit to be parents. I had a good-sized house and on the weekends I didn’t have much going on. It would be nice to spend the day with this sexy thing, giving us a lot more time for play than we can get after school. I would play things cool for a while, but I had hopes that Heather would come to trust me enough to be able to spend time at home with me while her parents were too busy in their own lives to be part of hers.

By the time I had absorbed what Heather had told me about her home life and I had formulated a rough plan on how I was going to help her, she was ready to continue the task at hand.

Still standing in front of me, although with her head hung in embarrassment of her parents and her living conditions at home, I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “Heather I am sorry that you have these problems. No kid should have neglectful or abusive parents. Parents should be who you can go to for help not who you have to hide from or avoid. But I am going to try to find a way that I can help. I’m not sure what that will be but know one thing – while you are in my school, you matter. To me, you matter.” And to prove my words, I gave her a long, deep, powerful kiss.

That kiss pretty much ended any further troubles I would have from her. She kissed me as if she needed me. It wasn’t a matter anymore that she was horny or that she wanted to be my playtoy. She needed me. She needed someone to show her what it meant to be truly cared about. To be valued, and to be treated as if she was a person instead of an inconvenient nuisance.

We kissed like that for a few moments, letting our tongues play together as Heather tried to devour me with her hungry mouth. When she finally had to come up for air, gasping at the power of our kissing, I pushed her back a bit.

“Are you ready to continue?” I asked her.

She just smiled broadly and hopped up onto my desk, laying back and spread her legs wide in invitation. I moved forward between those long lean legs and looked down at her wet and waiting fuckhole.

“You have such a pretty little pussy, Heather. One of the prettiest I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen my share. I want you to do me a favor, though. I’m sure Kim has told you what I did to her pussy the other day ... how I ate her pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore. I’m sure she told you how much I love eating a nice juicy peach and yours looks every bit as delicious.

“Now that you are my whore, I want you to shave that blond bush for me. Kim’s pussy is shaved and I would like to see all three of you shaved ... it makes for more enjoyable dining if I don’t have to spit out hairs! So by our next meeting, I want to see you naked as the day you were born down there. And if you come to me bare, I will show you just what Kim was talking about, okay?”

“Yes Sir!” she said enthusiastically.

“Good girl. Now spread those lips wide so I have something to aim this cock at!”

Heather giggled and reached down with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart, giving me plenty of wet pink pussy to “aim at”. I pushed the head of my cock slowly into her, watching as she opened to accept it, and then watched as I slowly sank into the velvety interior.

“Ohhh Gaaawd...” she moaned, feeling my cock stretch her insides again.

I don’t know how it is for the women I have fucked, but for me, the initial entry, that first opening of her flower with my cock, is one of life’s greatest pleasures. I just love that pushing into her feeling almost more than when I am balls deep inside her. And I love watching the expression on her face when she finally realizes what she is up against too. That wide-eyed wonder mixed with the I-hope-I-can-take-all-of-it uncertainty just fascinates me.

Heather and I continued to fuck hard and fast for another hour. I made her cum two more times before it was my turn. When I was ready I dragged her off the desk and onto the floor on her knees. She dutifully opened her mouth to accept my load and I told her I wanted her to hold it in her mouth until I gave her permission to swallow it. Then I unloaded a massive load into that sweet mouth filling it to overflowing and watching the cum spill over and run down her chin to splatter on her nubile young tits. It was quite a sight and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Then when I was finally spent, she showed me what she had saved and then swallowed it straight away. She then took me back in her mouth sucking me as if she wanted to turn me inside out to get the last precious drops of me. She squeegeed me squeaky clean with her mouth then sat back on her heels with a great smile.

I pulled her to her feet and into my arms. Holding her close, she laid her head on my chest and purred softly. I was glad she had enjoyed herself – it would make the rest of our times together something to look forward to and something she would want to work hard for as well. Even though we both had a good time, I always kept in my mind that this was an arrangement designed to get her to work harder in school so she could graduate.

You should probably go to the bathroom and get cleaned up Heather so I can take you home,” I told her after a few moments of bliss.

“Yes, Sir.”

After looking up and down the hallway to make sure there was no one there, she trotted across the hall to the bathroom and got herself dressed and cleaned up. I got dressed in my office while she was gone and when she got back we went to my car and headed for her house.

Heather’s house was only a few blocks from the school and it didn’t take too long to get there. As I pulled into her driveway, she turned to me.

“Mr. Longfellow, thank you for such a good time, and thank you for what you said. It means a lot that you care about me – not many people at school do. I really do want to be your schoolgirl whore and I will do the best I can to earn and keep that. And I promise that I will try harder to get along with my teachers and do my schoolwork too.”

“Well, if you do, Heather I can promise you many more such meetings in the future and maybe even some weekend tutoring!” I said.

“Ooh, that sounds like fun!” Heather said. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you again ... for everything.”

The next day was Saturday, the weekend, a time for me to forget about school and the problems of being the principal and running the place. I didn’t have anything special planned – I rarely do. Instead, I just relish the peace and quiet of a lazy day at home and catching up on some laundry and other household chores I have put off doing during the week.

This Saturday would prove to be a little different, though. It was just after lunch and I had put a load of dirty clothes in the washing machine and was getting ready to take a cup of coffee out to the deck and enjoy reading my newspaper when the doorbell rang.

I thought at first it was one of the neighbors wanting to borrow something or some salesman trying to get me to buy the latest whatchamacallit. My doorbell rarely rings – I’m not exactly on the local social register and I don’t regularly donate to all the causes and programs out there so when my doorbell rang it surprised me.

Curious, I went to the door and opened it. To my great surprise, Holly was standing on my front porch!

“Holly! What are you doing here? And on a Saturday?” I asked when the shock of seeing one of my kids from school at my front door.

“I’m sorry to come by like this but I need to talk. Can I come in please?” she asked.

“Of course. I’m sorry, come on in.”

I held the door open for her and she stepped inside. Once I closed the door I turned back to her.

“I was about to make myself a cup of coffee, would you like something to drink?”

“I wouldn’t mind a soda if you have one. If not, water would be fine,” she said.

Holly followed me into the dining room and sat at the table while I went to get our drinks. I found a soda in the refrigerator and made my coffee. I handed her the soda and sat down at the table next to her.

“Now what’s the problem, Holly? What’s this all about?” I asked.

“Please don’t be mad at me Mr. Longfellow, but I snuck into the office the other day and looked up your address in the school directory. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t find your number in the phone book,” she said.

“That’s because I am not listed there. I get too many calls from parents and teachers mad at me for one thing or another or wanting to talk work when I am supposed to be home enjoying my time away from school.” I said.