“This might seem like a stupid question, but what the hell is going on here?”
I toppled from my position just above Megan’s tongue and landed at the feet of the head master Mr Keele. I couldn’t speak. My mouth dried up, I felt like I had swallowed my tongue. I looked round at my fellow roommates. Both faces had gone completely white.
“Get dressed immediately, and return to your own rooms. Abby. A word.”
Mr Keele followed me down the corridor and entered my room behind me. All I could think was that I was going to be expelled. What would my parents think?
“Ms Weston, I want to know exactly what took place in Wendy’s room this evening. I will ask only once, and I expect an answer. Otherwise I will have no choice but to inform your parents.”
I didn’t have any choice. So I started to tell exactly what had gone on. I was sitting on the edge of my bed describing everything to Mr Keele, who was sitting on a chair opposite me, pretty much as I have to you. About half way through my story, Mr Keele came and sat on the bed next to me. We were so close our thighs were touching. I guess I should describe Mr Keele at his point. He’s pretty old, like 40 or something. He dresses like all men do that age. Always very smartly. Infact my friends and I always have a good laugh at the way he always wears a three-piece suit, waistcoat and everything! Well tonight was no different, until he took off his jacket and waistcoat, and started unbuttoning his shirt. I stopped my story at this point. I was so shocked. But all he said was “Keep talking Ms Weston”. It was weird; his voice was the same husky voice Megan had used earlier. So I carried on, but I kept watching Mr Keele. He had unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt and then he started on his trousers!!! Again I stopped talking. I could see the bulge under his zipper where he was touching.
“Okay Ms Weston, since you seem so interested in what I’m doing why don’t you talk about that instead.”
To be honest I was still feeling really hot from earlier, my pussy still hadn’t seen any action, and Mr Keele was making me feel even hornier. So I thought, “What the hell!”
“Well sir, it appears to me that you’re touching yourself.”
“Where?”
“Down there.”
“What’s down there? Tell me!”
“Your penis sir” I whispered, I was getting really hot.
“That’s right, Abby. My cock’s down there. Would you like to see it?”
“Yes sir.”
Then he pulled out his cock. It was huge!!! Way bigger than Wendy’s vibrator. It was really thick and long. Suddenly all I could imagine was touching it. I wanted to taste it, smell it. I wanted to fuck it; if it would fit.
“Well Abby. What do you think?”
“It’s so big!” Was the only thing I could think to say.
