Carol had a splitting headache and it wasn't even 10 o'clock. The 38 year old divorced mother was principal at a suburban high school and the job was slowly killing her.
With all the meetings and paperwork she could barely keep it together and now another student was waiting outside her office. Some juvenile delinquent who couldn't stay out of trouble in class. Great. More bullshit.
"Send him in" she told her secretary as Carol opened the student file on her desk. Jeremy Matthews recent transfer from the city's public high school. The photo showed an average teenage boy with chestnut hair. Carol didn't bother to look up as Jeremy entered her office.
"Take a seat" she told him before asking him the usual questions re. disciplinary violations. His answers were the usual monosyllabic grunts of an insolent boy.
What made Carol even angrier was how the kid slouched and had both hands stuffed into the pockets of his loosely fitting jogging pants.
"Sit up straight!" Carol ordered and Jeremy smirked and barely adjusted his position. Carol was about to read him the riot act when she noticed this teenage boy was packing a pretty impressive package in his pants. Wow, Carol thought to herself. This kid is hung like a horse. What I couldn't do with a cock like that she thought.
The 2 years since her divorce had been pretty barren for Carol sexually and the last few years of her failed marriage weren't much better. She caught herself staring at this boy's impressive crotch and her mouth opened in silent lust.
Jeremy smiled knowingly and sat up ramrod straight, his pants beginning to tent. Carol finally regained her senses and spoke robotically about the importance of good grades, yada-yada, all the while transfixed at her student's massive erection which seemed to get bigger with her every word to him.
When she was finally finished Jeremy stood to leave with his 9 inch hard on staring back at Carol, her face flushed red with desire. She looked down in embarrassment only to look up a moment later to see Jeremy standing over her with his tremendous dick inches from her face.
"Can I use your washroom?" he asked and Carol obediently nodded and let the boy go into her private washroom. He closed the door behind him and Carol heard the sound of his pants hitting the tile floor.
She sat transfixed as she heard the unmistakable sound of Jeremy jerking off until his final groan of ecstasy left little doubt he had ejaculated. Then came the sound of a urinating firehose filling up her toilet. It went on for what seemed forever and by the time the door was being opened, Carol again put her head down until the boy left her office.
Upon opening the washroom door, the unmistakable smell of virile male animal hit her flush in the face. Her washroom was wrecked as the boy had not bothered to flush and the bowl was a mixture of hot semen and urine.
And there was cum all over the seat, against the toilet back, dripping off the walls, puddled on the floor. Carol was aghast but her heart was beating like a sparrow, her blood pressure was soaring, and her vagina was soaked.
She slid down against the wall, pulled off her skirt, stuck her hand down her wet panties and began to rub her clitoris until she exploded in an orgasm the made her bite so hard on her lower lip, she drew blood.
After what seemed like an hour she got up and back behind her desk, but her mind was numbed, taken over by thoughts of a teenage boy with a huge cock.
She opened his file again and read it more carefully. Jeremy had been in a number of schools, held back a couple times, and had reached his 18th birthday 2 weeks earlier. Carol sighed deeply and knew that since the boy was legal, she was free to at least fantasize, about having sex with him.