Cheerleader Gets Fucked

The superintendent promoted me from teacher to principal the same day Janet turned 18. I’d been watching that little girl shake her ass down the hallways of Jefferson High for more than three years. Every Friday during football season, she came to school dressed in her green and white cheerleader uniform. The mascot, an eagle, stretched across her luscious tits. All I could think about was making her spread like one. Now that I’d been given the powers of a principal and she was legal, I became determined to make my fantasy come true.

I told the secretary to summon Janet just before lunch on my first Friday as principal. Janet was a dutiful student; it took her no more than a few minutes. Her black hair was up in a ponytail, tied with a green ribbon to match her cheerleader uniform. School records said she was 18, but she could’ve easily passed for three years younger.

“Hi,” she said.

“Close the door Janet,” I said.

She gently shut the door.

“And lock it,” I said.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked.

“Just do as you’re told,” I said.

After the lock clicked, I motioned for Janet to take a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. The skirt left plenty of bare thigh exposed. I imagined running my tongue up against that soft skin and making her sweet, virginal pussy wet for the first time. My dick turned hard as a librarian’s glare.

“Janet,” I said. “Do you plan to go to college?”

“Well, yes,” she said. “I’ve already applied to Brown, Yale and Stanford.”

I swiveled my chair so I could close the blinds on the window behind me.

“Do you know what a letter from your principal can mean to those colleges?” I asked as the room darkened.

“Not exactly,” she said.

“Let me explain it,” I said, turning around to shoot her a stone-faced glare. “If your principal writes a good letter, it can greatly enhance your chances of getting accepted to the school.”

I stood up and looked down at Janet. The lights were off. Slits of sunlight cut across her face. I sensed fear and vulnerability in her big, brown eyes, and then I knew I could have my way with her. I walked around the desk, knelt next to her and put my hand on her thigh.

“But if your principal writes a bad letter, it reflects poorly on you,” I said. “And do you know what that means?”

“It means I won’t get in,” she said.

“That’s right,” I said. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

I slid my hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her panties. She already had a wet spot.

“Has a boy fucked you yet, Janet?” I asked.

Her hands were gripping the side of the chair so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“No,” she squeaked.

“Well, it’s time for a lesson,” I said. “You’re going to let me use your pussy for a while. In exchange, I’ll write a glowing letter of recommendation for you. Consider this your first class in Sexual Politics 101.”

I reached behind her and found the zipper on her skirt. I unzipped the skirt and slid it off. She had on lacy, white panties underneath. Pushing her knees apart, I examined the damp oval in the middle. I put my nose in the middle and inhaled. The musty scent of teen pussy made my dick pulsate.

I slipped her panties off and got to work on that pussy. I shoved two fingers inside as my tongue teased her clit. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her grip on the chair loosen. She started to lean back and moan as my fingers slid in and out of her hole. Then she really started getting into it. Janet grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my face into her cunt so hard I could barely breathe. But I was too hot to stop. She came twice before I decided it was time to move on to the next lesson.

“Get on all fours,” I said.

“You mean like when I’m on the bottom of the pyramid for the eagle cheer?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Except I want you totally naked and your face on the floor.”

Janet pulled off the eagle shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. As she leaned forward, her tits formed a cleavage tighter than the school board during budget season.

I pulled off my pants, kneeled behind her and touched the tip of my cock to her pussy. It was wet. She couldn’t have been more ready if she’d studied.

My dick slid in slowly. The pussy swallowed my cock like a mouth that hadn’t eaten for days. I pumped softly and slowly at first. Her soft moan told me to give her more. I went harder and faster, squeezing her hips as I pumped away. She moaned louder, so I fucked her harder. I wasn’t concerned about the noise because her face was down in the rug and the moans were muffled. I went all out. Soon, I was ramming her hard as I could.

Then she lifted her head and screamed:

“Fuck my virgin pussy! Give me more! Make me your whore!”

There was no way to cover that one up. I knew someone had heard for sure. I mean, the secretary was right outside the door. But I didn’t give a fuck by then. And I figured if I was going to get fired my fourth day on the job, I might as well enjoy my teen-age pussy while I could.

I licked my finger and shoved it in her ass. She shrieked in ecstasy.

“Cum inside me! Cum inside me!” she yelled.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My cock gushed harder than it ever has before. Science classes should do a project on my balls to figure out how I could cum so hard. And so much! I bet I gave her enough jizz to fill a bottle of Elmer’s glue. As I finished draining my cock, a knock came at the door.

“I hear you in there.” It was the secretary.

I opened the door with my still-wet, stiff dick pointing at her . Behind me, Janet was scrambling to pull on her panties. I figured I was fired anyway, so I might as well have some fun.

“Yeah, and what of it?” I asked.

The secretary, a big-busted redhead, looked at my cock and smiled.

“And,” she said, “if you don’t give me some next, I’m going to tell the superintendent.”

My secretary and I now have a very close relationship. The rest of the school thinks we’re highly committed to education. But that’s a different story.

The important thing is that Janet — with my help — got into Yale. And she told a few close friends about our experience. We’ve started what you might call a principal’s guidance program at Jefferson High.

I enjoy it. But, you know, it’s all for the kids.