What things? Surely he couldn't have found out about her sessions with Mr. Dean or Mel Hastings, or both? How could he have? They wouldn't have told him, surely. But who else could have told? No one else was present. Maybe he was talking about something else altogether.
"I think I have come up with an appropriate punishment," he announced reasonably. "Afterwards, we can consider the matter closed. Please stand up."
In a trance, Connie did as she was told. She thought it best not to say anything, but to simply go along with him. Mr. Bridges had quite a bit of power in the school and he might make things very uncomfortable for her, whatever her supposed crimes. Besides, he seemed to be a little crazy. She didn't want to do anything to make him angry.
Bridges had stood up with her, and now he reached behind him to pick up something from his desk. To her amazement, she saw that he held a pair of scissors. He reached out, grabbed the material of her body-stocking that stretched taut over her lovely tit, pulled it towards him, and began slicing with the huge scissors.
Connie stood there stunned, watching as he carved out a perfect circle around her young tit. He tossed a hunk of material aside and left her tit and nipple hanging naked from the perfectly round hole. He gripped the material at her other nipple and performed the same operation. Both her gorgeous tits thrust out lewdly from the twin holes in her body-stocking. Her nipples poked up to the ceiling.
He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, then swiveled her around so that she was propped up against his desk. Then Bridges dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her, and he set to work on the tight bulge of her crotch with the flashing scissors. He didn't hurt her. He was perfectly in control of the giant scissors.
"Mr. Bridges…" she began hopelessly, with no idea what she wanted to say.
"Relax, my dear. You must take your punishment without complaint. It's the only way."
He had carved a great triangle of cloth from her crotch, and the beautiful blonde bush of her cunt hair was bristling up proudly. Her cuntlips had started to separate, and the wet, pink inner flesh was blooming again. She sat with her ass on the edge of his desk and stared down at him, fascinated.
"What a sight," he hissed suddenly, staring into her open cunt. "Spread your legs. Spread your legs wider."
Connie did as he asked, and he plunged his face forward into her gaping crotch. Sinking his mouth onto her open cunt, he began lapping at her, licking the curls of pussy flesh and digging his tongue inside her. He planted his fingertips on her cunt lips, cranking them apart. His tongue circled around the ragged skin like it was some rare delicacy.
"Mr. Bridges!" Connie wailed. This was all happening so fast. This was the vice-principal, after all.
He turned his gaze up to her briefly, but kept his mouth glued to her oozing cunt. Her tits thrust out from her body stocking like mounds of pale dough. Her nipples jutted up high. He gazed at her face through the deep hollow of her cleavage. She looked so sexy with her clothing cut up like that, showing off her tits and aunt.
Bridges returned his attention to her pussy and dug his tongue deeper into her. All the pink skin inside her cunt had started oozing out again, and he could nibble and tease bits of it. Her cunt hair glistened with juice.
Connie dropped back onto her elbows on his desk, her head swooning. She raised her legs and hooked her heels onto the edge of the desk, cranking her thighs as wide as they would go. He continued snuffling and digging between her soggy cunt lips, making lewd, wet sucking sounds with his mouth. His face grew greasy and damp.
"Ohhh, God!" she whimpered, her head lolling on her neck. "Mr. Bridges, I can't stand it! Ohhh, Mr. Bridges!"
He removed his greasy chops from her cunt and glared up at her. "This is your punishment, young lady. You must take it and not complain."
She sighed deeply as he sank his mouth back down on her quaking cunt. This guy was crazy, there was no question about it. And to think he was in a position of responsibility. The vice-principal of the school. Who would have guessed what he did in the privacy of his office with innocent – well, nearly innocent – young girls?
"Ohhh, God. Ohhh, God," she murmured. Connie's cunt was folding itself inside out, it seemed. Her thick outer lips stayed cranked back against her thighs. Her pussy hair was matted and sticky with froth. The ragged inner lips of her cunt had burst forward into a circle with two fat lobes hanging from the top. These joined in a small beak of flesh that stuck out obscenely.
He rooted forward with his tongue to find her clit, then diddled it up and down, back and forth teasingly. Suddenly, he sucked on her beak of clit flesh, hauling it out from its nest of greasy skin and hair.
Connie went wild. She began to writhe and moan on the desk, lifting her ass and back into the air. She mashed her cunt onto his slobbering mouth.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she wailed. Her hands gripped the edges of the desk and her knuckles turned white. As her body lurched up into an arch, her tits wobbled back on her chest like liquid-filled balloons.
Her crotch was swiveling every which way, and Bridges had a tough time keeping up with her. He locked his mouth tight on her cunt, and he hung on to her clit with his lips. Then, suddenly, the man was digging a hand beneath her cunt, into the crack of her ass. He fumbled under her tight body stocking with his fingers until he found the pit of her asshole.
"Unnnggghhh! Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, her belly humping.
He had stuck a finger up her ass and was prying deep, piercing her. Bridges shoved past his first and second knuckles, and he soon had all his finger buried in her tight little asshole. He could feel the motion of his finger in her ass channel with his mouth as he ate her. She was trapped between his mouth and his finger, her crotch fluttering.
Connie had her eyes shut tight. Her face glittered with a fine film of sweat and ringlets of golden hair had stuck to her cheeks and temples. Her lips had peeled back off her teeth in a snarl of lust. They were red and swollen, and she bit into her lower lip tensely.
"Please! Ohhh, God! Please!" she moaned, half out of her mind. Her ass was raised off the desk the whole time now, caught on top of his churning finger. Her knees were bent and her feet were spread far apart. Sparks of pleasure ripped through her again and again.
He wouldn't let her go. He poked his finger deep up her asshole and gnawed at her ragged cunt flesh without once pausing for breath. He was like a man possessed. It was as if he wanted to kill her with pleasure. He'd said he wanted to punish her, and he wasn't kidding. It was a delicious torture.
"Mr. Bridges… ohhhhhh! Please, ohhhhhh! I can't… stand it!" she whimpered, her head shaking from side to side on the desk. "I'm melting! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh, please!"
"You had enough?" he asked suddenly, lifting his dripping face from her crotch. "You had enough pussy-licking for one day? How about some nice, hard cock? How about a foot of stiff prick lip that sweet little cunt of yours?"
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Connie groaned, still swooning. The sparks in her cunt just wouldn't stop. Her crotch was sizzling.
But finally, as he removed his finger from her asshole and climbed wearily to his feet, she let her body sink back down on to the cluttered desk. She kept her legs hooked up and spread wide. She could feel pussy juice oozing from her fuck-hole like syrup. Her asshole tingled.
"Now for the second part of your punishment," he announced. He stood between her legs and unbuckled his belt. He shoved his pants and shorts down around his knees. Out from his crotch sprang one of the biggest and ugliest cocks Connie had ever seen.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Connie began to whimper and sigh like a helpless little girl. She had opened her eyes, and now she couldn't stop looking at his bloated cock as it thrust out from his dark forest of crotch hair. He was taking it in his fist, pumping it gently. The foreskin bunched up over his prickhead, then peeled back, leaving the satiny dome free and clear.