Mr. Roth stood over Kelly. His cock was throbbing in his pants. She lay back, tingling from her climax, confused but excited that he was interested in her, but scolding her.
She didn't know what to think. Mr. Roth stripped her panties down, then took them off. "These panties are soaking wet. Do you know that, Kelly?"
"Naughty, very naughty."
He laid the panties on the desk. "I should make you get up and write on the blackboard how naughty you are."
But instead he moved in front of her, leaned against the small table and unzipped his fly.
Kelly's heart leaped. "What if I took this out?" he whispered. Kelly stared at his cock-bulge. "I guess I shouldn't," he said, zipping his pants.
"Oh, please! Lemme see it!" Kelly gasped.
"Oh, you are naughty, aren't you, Kelly?"
"Yes! Yes I am!"
"Are you sure?"
"I wanna see!"
"My, my, my, my, my," Mr. Roth mumbled, unzipping his fly again.
We loosened his belt buckle, slid his pants down, and his cock thumped around in his shorts – which were all gummy, cummy, and foamy.
Kelly slid her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy.
"Oh, my! Playing with yourself again, huh? You are a dirty little girl, Kelly."
Kelly rubbed her pussy and stared at the throbbing cock inside his shorts.
"You'll have to repeat it over and over for punishment. Tell me that you're a dirty little girl."
"I am. I am a dirty little girl."
Mr. Roth pulled out his enormous hard-on.
"Oh, jeeeeeez!" she gasped.
The headmaster's cock was a full ten inches of bulging meat. Thick! Long! And a string of cum dripped from the apple-red prick-head. His big balls were bagged in a pouch of wrinkly skin. They looked like a couple of golf balls.
His pants dropped to his ankles.
Kelly fingered her cunt.
"I am a dirty little girl!" she panted.
"That's right, keep saying it, because that's the only way you're going to redeem yourself with me, the only way you'll ever stay in school here, and I know how much your mother wants you to have a good education."
"I am a dirty little girl!"
"Yes, you are," Mr. Roth said, standing against the table, his cock sticking out in a beautiful arc.
The prick-tip gushed out a drop of cum that spewed at Kelly and hit her white sweater.
Kelly's mouth dropped open in a sweet pink oval.
Mr. Roth clutched his immense prick and started stroking it slowly, very slowly, pulling the skin back in a lewd pump so that his huge, round cock-tip looked like a red ripe plum with sugar syrup on it.
"Ah! Oooooh!" Kelly panted hotly, her eyes glued to the big prick, the slow pump.
"You're not saying it," he said.
"I'm a dirty little girl. I'm a dirty little girl. I'm a dirty little girl. I'm a dirty little girl!" Kelly gasped.
"And you love to masturbate, don't you?"
"Yes, I love to masturbate!"
"I'll bet you do it all the time."
"Yes, yes!"
"How many times a day? Tell me right now!"
"Every morning when I wake up, every night before I go to sleep."
"And between then?"
"Whenever I can," Kelly panted, her legs cocked wide open, her hands playing on her pussy.
"That's what you were doing when you skipped class, weren't you?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, my, my, my! Masturbating and skipping class! You are naughty, Kelly!"
"I know, sir!"
She stared at his lewd pumping. He eyed her finger-fucking, her luscious body, her bobbing tits, her darling face, now flushed more pink than ever, her wet, juicy pink lips.
"How many times, I mean, the most in one day, have you done it, Kelly?"
"Eleven!"
"Oh my!" he screeched.
"I know it, it's too much, isn't it, sir?"
"I should think so, my dear, but if it makes you feel good…"
"Oh, it does, it does!" she cried. "My, my!"
"Do you masturbate a lot?"
"Do you, sir?"
"Of course not!" he snapped. "But would you now, sir?"
"You want me to, Kelly?"
"Yes, yes, pleeeeezz!"
"Oh, you are a dirty little strumpet! My, my, my, my!"
He started jerking harder and faster on his cock, squirting big splats of cum at Kelly. A juicy wad hit her belly just above her hands.
"Oooooh, sir!" she cried.
"You like it when I do it like this, fuck my prick with my hand?"
"Uh-huhhhhh! Yesssss! Oooohhhh yes, sir!"
Mr. Roth pumped his prick for her. Kelly's mouth was wide, her eyes were glazed and her hands fiddled and fucked at her little pussy.
Kelly stiffened. She knew she was about to cum. She lifted off the chair, bucking her hips obscenely, and finger-fucked her pussy.
Mr. Roth jacked wildly, jerking furiously on his long stiff prick.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Kelly yelped.
Mr. Roth came. His prick blasted a huge spray of cum that flew through the air and splashed all over Kelly, hitting her blue skirt, her white sweater, her thighs, her masturbating hands.
She looked up at his face, saw the pleasure etched in his handsome features, then looked back down at his spitting prick. It was too much for the young girl. She tingled into a hard climax, shuddering furiously, shivering like a dog shaking off water, and swooning into ecstasy.
"Oh, damn!" Mr. Roth cried. "Damn you, Kelly! You dirty little bitch!"
"Sir! Sir!"
She had never felt better. A glorious orgasm swept through her fine body in wave after wave of erotic pleasure.
She thought Mr. Roth would drown her in his spray of hot cock-cream. She got it in the face with a huge glob of cum that hit her between the eyes and dripped down her nose, then hung from the tip of her nose like snot.
It was the most exciting moment Kelly had ever had – her headmaster was shooting off at her while she shook with orgasm.
He pumped hard, and he looked good. The sight of him masturbating really thrilled Kelly. She fingered her cunt, bucked her hips wildly off the chair at him, and let him spray her all over with his hot, thick load of cum-cream.