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Principal Amos Thompson had completely lost his moral compass, not that it had been that good at pointing him in the morally correct direction anyway. But cute, young Sarah Newsome had been changed by her afternoon in the park with Arthur and David and then in the principal's office with Amos Thompson.

The experience of having all of her sexual orifices used with no regard for her sensibilities and the further experience of being brought to multiple orgasms while she was being assaulted had left her with no self respect, no confidence and a subservient acceptance of being dominated.

When the thirteen year old girl knelt and sucked his cock after she'd been cunt-fucked, ass-fucked and mouth-fucked by the two boys her absolute humility and docility had been a powerful aphrodisiac to the man. He didn't forget about Erica Schmidt but every day since then, more than two weeks ago, little Sarah had knelt obediently and used her pretty mouth to drain his lust.

It was Saturday and once again Sarah was in her principal's office, her clothes in a disorderly pile on the floor as she knelt naked in front of the man who was seated on the sofa.

She lowered her head ever so slowly, looking the man right in the eyes the whole time as she took the head of his rapidly-stiffening penis into her mouth, holding it there with her lips as she caressed it with her tongue. As he got harder and harder, she walked her lips farther and farther down his erection, until he could feel the head of his cock pressing against her throat. She wasn't able to deep throat him at first but she didn't miss it by much, and not from lack of trying!

"My God Sarah, you're good ... the best cocksucker I've ever had."

The young girl's eyes blinked appreciatively at the vulgar compliment as she bowed to her task. When she'd gotten him into her mouth as far as she could, she slowly raised her head again, tickling the bottom of his erection with her tongue, and leaving him coated with her saliva. After she'd gotten back to the head, she released it and raised her head until the glistening, purple knob was just bumping the underside of her chin.

"Y'know Mr. Thompson, I really do like doing this for you. Knowing that I can have this kind of effect on a man, on a schoolteacher with only my mouth really makes me feel good...", and with that she lowered her head again and slowly started sucking him back into her mouth.

All that was left for the unprincipled teacher to do was to lean back and enjoy it, which he did to the utmost: watching the way her lips slid up and down his cock, how they would pull in a little when she sucked on him, the way her breasts would jiggle slightly as her torso moved, the feeling of her tongue as she'd massage the bottom of his erection when she had him all the way in her mouth or would use it to caress the head when she let him out again.

The sounds were incredibly erotic, the sloshing, slurping sounds as she sucked in their combined juices, all the while looking up at him with slave-like devotion.

Sarah opened her mouth wide and slid it farther down over the head of

Her Principal's prick. She pushed her head forward and Amos's cock head slid over her tongue and hit the back of her throat. There was still more than two inches of Amos's cock that wasn't in Sarah's mouth. She pressed down and the head rode into her throat.

This was the part that had caused Thompson to become addicted to the little schoolgirl. As the hot slickness of her throat surrounded the head of his cock she started to gag and swallowed to overcome the reflex. Amos'sbody jerked and Sarah knew that she was pleasing him again. She repeated the swallow bit, pulled back, moved forward and swallowed around the head of his cock again.

She kept this up for what seemed like a long time but was really only about five minutes: every time Thompson would start to feel himself getting ready to cum, she would seem to sense it, and slow down or stop what she was doing until the sensation passed, and then pick up again. After about the third time of that, he was moaning, and as he again got close to cumming, started moving his hips as though he was fucking her mouth.

Little Sarah Newsome, only weeks after being an innocent virgin, seemed to understand that it was time to finish him off, and started to speed up slightly, but only until she heard his gasp of imminent release. Then she slowed way down, and started twisting her head and using her tongue as much as possible so that she was teasing and stimulating every part of his erection. She had his balls in her hand and her thumb was resting against the base of his cock.

When Sarah felt the rigid, mouthfilling manflesh buck between her lips she pulled her head back so that only about half his penis was in her mouth, and started both sucking on him as hard as she could, and using her tongue to tickle his cock just behind the head, at the bottom. Thompson exploded and it felt to him as if that hotly sucking, schoolgirl mouth was drawing every bit of sexual fluid from his balls.

When he was able to look down at the girl, she had her eyes closed as she concentrated on what she was doing, and had a look on her face, as if she really did enjoy it! As his semen filled her mouth she swallowed and then, as her soft, hot mouth vacuumed the last drops from him it he could feel it as she rolled his semen around in her mouth, as if she were tasting a fine wine.

As Amos's erection subsided, little Sarah sucked his entire penis in, and used her lips and tongue to squeegee it clean before releasing it. As he was recovering from that, and catching his breath, she moved the focus of her attention down, and started licking his balls, and taking them into her mouth where she'd roll them around, sucking on them gently.

"Am I really good, Mr. Thompson? Am I better than other girls?"

Amos had a flash of guilt at the girl's question. "Yes sweetie, you're fabulous. You're beautiful and sexy and all the guys will want you." He lifted her head from his groin, wondering what was going to happen when he broke off with her. Would she become a promiscuous slut? His feeling of guilt increased but he knew he had to stop seeing her.

Principal Amos Thompson had not met again with Erica Schmidt as he had promised the day he screwed her (or she screwed him) but he had done something she wanted much more than another figurative roll in the hay with him. Amos had figuratively screwed Arthur Mullins.

The math test, the last one before finals was the one Mullins needed to cement his scholarship at the private school. It was not a test that meant that much to any of his classmates for none of them would be yet applying for university slots. Principal Thompson had set a very difficult exam and Arthur Mullins who was not a great student anyway had barely managed a pass. In fact there was only one mark better than C.

In addition Thompson had put finish to any hope Mullins had for the scholarship with a confidential report on his sexual activities and on April 18 he received a curt notice of his rejection.

Erica was not one that Mullins would confide in but the friend he chose took great pleasure in spreading the word. Erica heard before the end of the day and after classes ended she went to the building where the principal's office was located. Thompson found her there, just as he had eleven days earlier, sitting on a bench in the hallway. But this time she wasn't crying.

She had been disappointed when Mr. Thompson was not in his office at the appointed time ten days ago and that he'd made no attempt to contact her. It had been a glorious surprise when, two hours ago, she'd heard if Arthur's problems. She was sure now that she knew why she hadn't heard from her Principal.

In Erica's mind the schoolteacher had stayed away from her because it was wrong for him to have sex with a fifteen year old student, or any student for that matter. But he'd believed her story and had judged that Arthur deserved to lose the scholarship so he'd done what she asked. A warm rush of an emotion bordering on love washed over her. Mr. Thompson was just a good, honorable man and probably he'd been sick with guilt after she'd thrown herself at him. The other story she'd heard about him was a vicious lie, she was sure.

The warm rush of emotion that washed over the schoolgirl was evidenced by more than the flush on her pretty face. Although not visible, the core of her being was weeping, weeping a clear, oily liquid between her thighs. She wanted to repay him with her body and she could hardly wait.

"Hello Erica. I guess I owe you an apology," Amos said, thankful that she had not been sitting there ten minutes ago when he'd ushered his you sextoy down the corridor.

"You don't owe me anything, Mr. Thompson. I owe you. I don't know how to thank you, sir." Or at least she wasn't going to say so out loud.

"Well dear, come to my office and we can talk."

During the period between hearing about Mullins' travails and coming here Erica had gone to the gym and showered and when she dressed she did not put on her panties or bra, both of which were in her booksack. Once inside his office she wasted no time.

As soon as the girl took off her jacket Thompson could see that she was braless, her breasts jiggling and swaying erotically under her light blouse. He smiled tensely and she walked toward him. The thin white fabric of her blouse and her short, uniform skirt did little to hide her shapely body, and despite Sarah's skillful efforts he felt himself begin to harden. He spread his arms as she reached him, and enfolded her in an embrace. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as he hugged her; they stood like that for a while, neither of them daring to move.

"Just a moment Erica, I need to brush my teeth," the Principal said and he went into the little adjoining bathroom. He brushed his teeth but he also popped a little pill. After what little Sarah had done for him he needed some help if he was going to satisfy this shapely older girl.

Once he returned the girl wordlessly moved close to him and through the silken fabric, he felt her nipples harden. His penis, already feeling the effects of the little pill, twitched in response and then began to grow. She felt it and stepped back. She looked up at him, eyes wide with anticipation, and her bottom lip trembled. He put his hands on her cheeks and leaned down to kiss her.

"This is wrong, Erica. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why? We did it before. I'm not a virgin and I loved it. I think I love you, too Mr. Thompson. Wasn't it good for you?"

"You know it was, sweetie but..."