"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!" Frank moaned. "Jeez! Ah! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!" Kelly yelped, loving the feelings that came over her.
"Kelly, I'm cummin'!" Frank gasped. "Me, too, Uncle Frank!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Kelly dressed in her school uniform the next morning and went to school. She looked great. Her tight blue skirt with the pleats swirled on her lovely thighs, the way it swished in around her fine, hot ass. Her tight white sweater pushed out with her teenage tits.
Kelly had her brown hair in a ponytail, slicked back on top of her head with cute bangs on her forehead. She was a stunning young lady, and there was no question about that as she walked down the hall to her first class at Harvard High.
But then she was called to the headmaster's office. She knew it was because she'd missed a class the day before when she was masturbating in the girls' room.
Mr. Roth was waiting for Kelly in his plush, thickly carpeted office. He sat sternly behind a huge polished desk. He stood up as she walked in. Kelly had only seen Mr. Roth a few times around Harvard. He wore a three-piece gray suit with a blue and red tie. He was handsome, wore glasses, and had graying hair. Kelly guessed he must be in his forties.
"Come in, Miss Branson, sit down."
Kelly took a chair in front of his desk, and Mr. Roth sat back down.
"You missed class."
"Yes, sir."
"We are very strict about that here, young lady. No one misses classes while they are here in the building, unless it's an emergency."
"I wasn't feeling well." Kelly said.
"Then you should have reported immediately to the school nurse. But you didn't."
Kelly knew she couldn't lie anymore.
"What do you have to say?"
"Nothing, sir. I'm sorry."
"You'll come back here to my office after school, and you'll sit in the detention room over there," he said, pointing to a small room with a study table and a desk off to the right of his office.
Kelly nodded, and Mr. Roth ushered her out of this office.
Kelly returned to Mr. Roth's office after school and he put her in the detention room with her books. It was a barren, depressing place, no windows, just the chair and table. She sat down and began studying.
But her mind wandered, and she couldn't help but think about Mr. Clancy and how he had masturbated to her. Then she thought about her Uncle Frank and the pictures of his big prick.
She gooshed in her young panties, got all hot, trembled, and felt as though she might explode. She shook off the wave of desire, studied some, dreamed some more about Mr. Clancy, and finally decided to slide her hand down between her legs under the table.
Kelly slid her legs apart wide under the table and pushed her hand up under her skirt. She rubbed on the crotch of her panties and felt a sweet shiver of delight sweep through her as she sighed quietly to herself and whispered, "Oh that feels good!"
She slid down a little on her chair, opened her legs wider, rubbed fast on her panties, then finally ducked her hand down into the pink undies and slicked her finger in her slushy cunt.
"Ahhhhhh, yeahhhh!" she whispered softly. "Good, good, good! Ahhhhh!"
It did feel good to the young darling. She couldn't think of anything better. She finger-fucked faster, her hand knuckling out the crotch of her panties, her little blue skirt up around her waist, her legs set wide apart.
Mr. Roth barged in and caught her.
Kelly's eyes were closed, her face wrinkled erotically with pleasure.
"What – what – what are you doing, young lady?" he screamed.
Kelly was shocked, stunned. A ripple of fear spread through her, a wave of fright. She quickly withdrew her hand from her panties, tugged them up as best she could, pulled her skirt down, then faced the headmaster.
"I said, what are you doing?"
"Ah, well, nothin', Mr. Headmaster."
"Uh-huh," he mumbled, and strode quickly to the table. He stood over her in a manly-stern pose.
Kelly trembled.
"What are you – what were you doing, young lady?"
"Nothin', sir."
He grabbed her hand, brought it to his nose and sniffed her fingers. "Ah-ha, yes! Just as I thought! You were masturbating, weren't you?"
"Ah, no – you know I wouldn't…"
"Don't lie to me!" he gasped.
He held her hand by the wrist, sniffing her dripping fingers. "I can smell it. I know. You were masturbating. Why, you should be ashamed of yourself, Miss Branson!"
Kelly huddled in her chair, a lovely darling who thought the world was coming down on her.
"No, no, I wasn't!"
"I told you not to lie to me. Pull your skirt up."
"What?"
"I want you to pull your skirt up! And do it right now, do you hear me?"
"Do it!"
Kelly raised her skirt.
Mr. Roth hunkered over her chair, reached dawn and patted the crotch of her panties with his fingertips.
"Yes, just as I thought. Oh, my, my, my! These panties are sopping wet," Mr. Roth said, his hand pressing harder against the slick, cummy nylon.
Kelly looked down at his hand between her legs, his fingers against her pink panties.
"Your finger smells like it, your pants are all wet, yes, my dear, you've been masturbating. Now, don't like to me!" he exclaimed, leaning closer. Kelly thought his glasses were fogging up, but she wasn't sure.
"You were masturbating!"
His hand rubbed harder.
"Oh, you are a naughty girl, Kelly, a very naughty girl," Mr. Roth whispered.
"But, sir…"
"Tell the truth or it will be your last day at Harvard School."
His hand rubbed faster, harder. "Yes! Okay, yes! I was!"
"Uh-huh, just as I thought. Masturbating while on detention. Oh, my! Naughty, naughty, naughty!"
He tugged her panties down, revealing her little cunt.
"See!" he gasped. "Oh my! It's all wet there!"
He stuck his finger in Kelly's hot little pussy.
"Oh, yes, see? It's simply soaking! Oh, my! My, my, my! Such a naughty, naughty girl!"
His finger fucked in and out-in and out-in and out-making a sweet slurping noise. Kelly reclined obscenely on the chair, looking up into his handsome face and wild eyes.
"Oh, such a naughty, naughty girl," he whispered.
Kelly was filled with excitement. Her headmaster was hovering over her, bending from the waist, his suit bulging lewdly with a huge hard-on, his finger fucking in and out of her pussy.
"You were masturbating! Tell me!"
"I was – I was masturbating, sir!" Kelly panted.
"Such a naughty, naughty girl. Tell me. Tell me you're a naughty little girl."
"I'm a naughty little girl," Kelly said.
"A very naughty little girl."
"I may have to expel you from Harvard for this awful behavior, Kelly," the headmaster whispered as his free hand slid under her white sweater and up to her tight bra. He uncupped her fine teenage tits and then he squeezed the firm, juicy melons.
"Oh, ohhhhh!" Kelly gasped. "You must repeat over and over that you are a naughty little girl. Do it!"
"I'm naughty, sir. I'm a naughty little girl."
"You were masturbating."
"I was masturbating. Oh, ohhhh, ahhhhh! Sir!"
"My, my, my," Mr. Roth whispered sternly, still hunkering over Kelly in his perfect suit, his crotch looking like there was a hammer in it.
His finger was still fucking in Kelly's cunt. "Yes, yes, I can tell now that I've tested you, you certainly were masturbating."
Kelly was about to cum.
"Don't kick me out of school, sir!" she gasped.
Tiny beads of pretty sweat formed on her forehead. She spread her legs wider.
Her panties were in a pink stretch around her knees, and Mr. Roth's cock was thumping in his slacks like a wild animal of some kind.
Then Kelly came.