When she received a note from the principal three days later, Connie wasn't really surprised. It seemed like a logical next step in the weird turn of events, over the last few weeks. First, a couple of teachers, then the vice principal and finally, the principal, himself. The head-honcho. He wanted to see her on an urgent matter, the note said. He hoped she could make it out to his home on the following evening.
This was what surprised her, that he wanted to see her after school hours, in his home, rather than in his office. What did that mean? She'd realized by now that the male staff at school were handing her around like a raunchy library book. But to be invited to the principal's home? Mr. Gage had been divorced for several years, she'd heard, and he lived alone in a rambling old house in the suburbs. It was supposed to be quite a place.
Connie never even considered not going. She wanted to go. She was curious. The teenager had learned more wild and exciting things about sex in the past few days than she'd ever imagined existed, and she wasn't about to stop now. It would all be part of her continuing education, whatever it involved. It was hard to believe that things could get much kinkier, but her heart pounded whenever she thought they might.
At the appointed time, she arrived at Gage's door.
"You must be Miss Connie. Please follow me," a handsome young man greeted her. For a moment, Connie thought maybe he was a butler, but then it occurred to her that he wasn't dressed for the part.
The house was fairly old, compared to the others in the neighborhood. It was surrounded by a high brick wall and sat among thick trees and stretches of lawn. Inside, it was dark and kind of spooky, with hardwood floors and long hallways. The young man led her through a living area where a second, darker young man lazed on a couch before a fireplace, reading. He glanced up briefly as they passed through.
"In here," the first young man instructed. He'd led her down another dark hallway and had stopped before a heavy old door. "Mr. Gage is waiting in his study for you."
And with that, he tapped at the hardwood door, then left her there alone, flashing her a quick smile as he disappeared into the depths of the house. Connie heard a cough, or a grunt, from beyond the door, and she entered shyly. Like Mr. Bridges before him, Mr. Gage sat behind a huge desk, glaring at her. The walls were line with crammed bookshelves.
"Ah, Connie, so glad you… could make it. Please come in," he welcomed. He ushered her onto a couch by the wall. This room had a fireplace, also.
He began talking to her, rambling on in a fatherly, friendly way as if they were old buddies. All about nothing in particular. Connie found it very odd. She'd only seen him at a distance before this, in school hallways. He'd never even spoke, to her before, and she was sure that up until recently he hadn't even known her name. After a few minutes, he even offered her a glass of wine.
When a half an hour had passed, she was tempted to ask him to cut it short. She felt like telling him to cut the crap and name his pleasure. What did he prefer this evening? A blow-job or an ass-fuck? How about a good old-fashioned fuck on his desktop or doggie style up against the bookshelves? But she found herself feeling drowsy and passive. Maybe it was the wine. She said nothing, and pretty soon he got to the point.
"Mr. Bridges has informed me that he had to discipline you the other day," he said, his voice changing. "For you lewd behavior around school."
Connie opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off.
"Please don't interrupt. I'm in full agreement with him. He did what was necessary."
Oh, sure, thought Connie. He blasted his load up my cunt.
"In fact, I invited you here tonight for some extra counseling which I think you're in need of. You see, Connie, girls as pretty as you need special supervision sometimes. To set you on the right path, you see."
This sure was beginning to sound familiar, thought Connie.
"I hope you're willing to take part in this special counseling session. If you don't, it could have a negative effect on your grades. Let's get started, why don't we?"
Connie sat smiling at him. Well, if he wanted to play silly games, it was okay by her. The end result was going to be the same, no matter what, the girl thought. She was going to get fucked, no matter what. Shit, these guys were so phony. If they wanted to fuck her, why didn't they just come out and say it? Why did they have to pretend they were acting in her best interests and everything?
Gage had stood up, and he was leading her to a side door.
"I want you to go into the next room and wait for me," he said, touching her shoulder.
"There are some things laid out for you in there, and I want you to get into them. I'll be in shortly."
He gave her a sickly smile and the door clicked shut behind her.
Connie found herself in the strangest room she'd ever seen. It was a bedroom of sorts, with a huge, low couch taking up a third of the space. There were a couple of chests of drawers, and a dressing table. But what was most noticeable were the walls and ceiling.
They were all mirrored, each of the four walls, and even the ceiling. Giant, clear sheets of glass reflecting her whichever way she looked. She could see herself mirrored a hundred times, dozens of sexy Connie's in every direction. She tried to look away, but she couldn't avoid herself.
She caught sight of the things laid out for her on the bed and, to distract herself, she examined them. They were sexy underthings, nylon stockings and a garter belt in red and black. There was a string of pearls about four feet long. She fingered the items and blushed deeply. Then she set about getting undressed.
Boy, someone sure had gone to a lot of trouble. This looked like a regular orgy room of some kind. It sure wasn't the kind of place in which anyone slept. Certainly not Mr. Gage, the school principal. And these underthings. They looked brand new and very expensive.
Connie slipped out of her dress and panties, and she stood there for a moment, hesitating. She glanced at herself in the endless mirrors. Then she snaked the frilly garter belt around her waist and hitched it up in back. She adjusted the dangling black garters to the correct position on her thighs. The expensive stockings were dry and crisp on her golden legs.
The garter belt was no more than an inch wide across her lovely, flat, brown belly. It was black with red trim, and had delicate black gauze embroidered into it in patterns. Once she had the stockings attached, the black elastic garters stretched taut over her ass cheeks and thighs. They flexed and loosened against her as she moved.
Connie examined herself carefully in the full-length mirrors. What with her bright golden hair all squiggly about her face and her makeup shining, she looked very whorish and interesting. She reached into her bag, then added to the makeup, exaggerating it with greasy sweeps of red lip gloss and blue eyeshadow. Then she stood back and examined herself sonic more.
She slung the ridiculous string of pearls around her neck and turned to one side to see her huge tits in profile. Her nipples were straining to burst up from their pink, rubbery circles. She arched her back and thrust out her ass, smiling as the black garters stretched to snapping point across her ass cheeks and dug deep into the springy flesh.
Connie had never imagined she could look so erotic. Just staring at herself was making her cunt cream. Her legs felt so tingly and exciting in the black stockings. She turned to face her reflection head-on and pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers.
"SO, you're enjoying my little present, I see," Gage called suddenly from the door. Connie swirled around and stared at him.
He was dressed in what looked to be long red skin-tight underwear and nothing else. He looked really weird. But the capper was that his cock and balls were on full display. They thrust out through a specially made hole and swung back and forth as he moved across the floor towards her.
"I think we're all set far our counseling session now," he began. "Why don't you come over here and suck my cock?"
Gage flopped down on the end of the bed, and he spread his legs wide apart. His long, limp cock and dangling balls settled into the crook of his thighs. He leaned back on his hands and smiled pleasantly at her, as if she were about to recite some poetry for him. Or take her oral exam.
"You want me to…" Connie hesitated. She took a step or two toward him.
"Suck my cock, yes," he encourage. "Come on, don't be shy. I know you're an expert little cocksucker. I have it on good authority."
Connie moved within range, and she dropped to her knees on the carpet. Her garters pulled taut up her thighs and the belt dug into her pretty tummy. The long string of pearls had looped around one of her tits to hang loose across her rib cage. The jet black stocking tops clung to her at mid-thigh.
"My, you do look like quite the teenage whore, don't you?" he laughed. "I always was partial to garters and stockings. There's something so sleazy about them. They make it so easy to get at young cunt and ass, I guess."
Connie had fallen to her knees between his thighs, and now she glanced up at him like a shy little girl as she curled her fingers around his limp, heavy cock. She hefted it upright in her fist, pumping once or twice. Then the teenager lowered her face into his lap. But not before catching sight of her ovaled red mouth and his thick, bloated cock in the mirrors.
"That's it. Suck it nice, now. This is just for starters. Suck it nice, now," he said. He swept the hair from her temples with his hand so that he'd have an unobstructed view of her sucking face.
Connie slipped the fat head of his cock into her ovaled mouth. She began to curl her tongue around his prick knob, tickling its sides. An inch or two of cockshaft eased between her lips and, immediately, his prick began to inflate. She could feel it growing thicker, sturdier, in her mouth. Her fingers sensed the power in his cockbase.
"Bridges tells me you're quite the little slut," he murmured pleasantly, urging another inch of cock into her mouth. "You've gone from being Little Miss Innocent to slut of the school in a matter of days."
Connie sucked another two inches of cock into her face, and his lips nipped at his wiry crotch hair. But his prickshaft had swollen so much that her lips were stretched taut around his bulging cock. She would have to back off soon. Her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she squeezed and sucked.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to limit your activities from now on," he continued, lecturing her. "We can't have you fucking and sucking any and everyone."
His cock was now seven or eight inches long and growing thicker by the minute. Connie gagged and backed off. Her head started pumping up and down on the top half of his cock. Her fist shucked the lower half steadily. She was sucking furiously, making wet sounds with her warm lips.
"Ohhhh, yes, little girl! Suck it like that!" Gage crooned.
Connie glanced sideways and caught sight of her face in the mirror. It was almost unrecognizable, swollen over his embedded prick, her cheeks hollowed, her eyelids droopy with lust. It was so odd, to see herself sucking cock like that. It was like watching a pornographic movie of herself. Her eyelids were such a deep blue with all the eyeshadow. Her lips were so red around his big cock. She looked like such a whore there on her knees between his legs.
"You see, I can arrange all the fucking mid sucking you need right here. All you can handle," he went on. "It's not as through you need to go anywhere else for your kicks."
What the hell was he talking about? Did he want to set her up as his own personal whore here, or what? She'd learned this past day or so not to take too seriously anything these older guys said to her while having sex. They were all a little crazy. She concentrated on his cock and let him ramble on.
"Besides," he droned on. "You're much too special to waste on males your own age. You like it much better with older men, don't you? I know you do."
Did she? She wasn't sure. He was probably right. Certainly, the older men in her life had taught her much more in the last few days than poor Bobby could ever have. He'd have to control his climaxes before he could teach anyone anything. But now, she was the one who could teach him a thing or two.
"Oooooh, baby! Like that! Yes!" he hissed. "You sure can suck cock! Oh, yeah!"
Connie's blonde head was bobbing furiously over his huge cock. She was forcing her mouth two-thirds of the way down his hot fuck shaft on every stroke. Her fingers were squeezing and teasing as she jerked off the lower portion of cock. She had learned to tilt her head at an angle, so that cocks could slide down deep into her throat. She could guide them with her tongue, and keep them lined up right.
"I… I hope you been listening," he gasped, having a difficult time with his voice. "And I can only hope that you've begun to learn your lesson."
Gage was trying his best to retain control and sound very correct as he lectured. But Connie's expert cocksucking was just too much. He fell onto his back on the bed and one arm draped over his eyes. He bit his bottom lip as he felt the sizzling knots of jism stirring in his balls.
Connie was pumping her face up and down, siphoning in his giant cock again and again. But suddenly, there was a wet explosion in her mouth, and she stopped. She held the cock tight in her fist, with more than half of it inside her pretty mouth. Her eyes rolled, and her head seemed to recoil as if hit with something.
She glared at his hairy belly, obviously distracted.
"Ggglllgggfff! Ggglllgggfff!" she gurgled.
A great shining web of white jizz fell from the corner of her mouth and slithered down the length of Gage's cock. It clung to his cock like thick glue, breaking up and drooling down its side, making it shine, until it finally flopped in a heap in the curls of his crotch hair. The side of his cock looked like it had recently been painted.
"Ggglllgggff!" she slobbered again, and she raised her gaze to his face, which was still shaded by his arm. She seemed to want to attract his attention. Maybe to show him what he was doing in her mouth.
Finally, he did tilt up his head to watch her struggle with his spurting cock. Connie had one hand cupped over his balls, and she was squeezing and tickling them, milking up the creamy cum. The other hand held his cock upright, and she pumped once, twice, to siphon out the cum into her mouth. Only his cockhead and an inch or two of his fuck shaft were between her lips now, and she was letting the jism spill over her tongue.
"Sssppplllfff!" she whimpered, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
Sticky globs of jism were squirting into Connie's mouth. She kept her head still and felt the steaming liquid slither and slide onto her tongue. Great wads of jizz shot down her throat to her stomach, but some of it filled up her cheeks and made them bulge. Cum seeped in back of her teeth and gums, and set her tongue afloat.
His cock didn't seem to want to stop spurting, and she started to panic. It was like being force-fed maple syrup or egg yolks. Her eyes fluttered at him and she lifted her mouth up some, so that a thick wall of silver drooled from her lips and slithered down the length of his prick.
"Swallow it, for fuck's sake, you stupid little cunt!" he yelled. "Drink it all down! It's good for you!"
Connie hesitated, and another jelly wall of cum oozed from the seal her lips made with his cock. It hung from her mouth stickily, then began dripping down in long, elastic strings, trailing down the underside of his cock and down off her chin until it snapped and fell onto her tits. Her tit mounds were soon decorated with silver squiggles.
"Jesus Christ, swallow it!" he repeated. Cum was rolling down his cock like wax down a candle.
Connie made a fine effort, and she did manage to force down heavy knots of steaming jism. Her neck bobbed as she gulped. But most of the captured cum seeped from her mouth and drained down her face or down his cock. Three or four long white strands dangled from her chin like strips of elastic. Her lips shined under the thick varnish of jizz.
"Fuck, what a sight you are! What a sleazy little cocksucker you are!" Gage wheezed. "I feel guilty having you all to myself. I think I should share you with others. Anyone who can suck cock like you should be spread around. What do you think?"
Connie was only half listening. She was trying to swallow the rest of the sizzling cum that clogged her mouth and throat. His cock seemed to have stopped spitting at last, and now she could catch up. She closed her mouth around his softening prick and gave the wet head a special suck job. And so she barely noticed when Gage made a short, grunting sound, and the two younger men she'd met earlier slipped into the room.