This choice: The Principal arrives before Patsy can do much • Go Back...Chapter #22The Principal arrives before Patsy can do much by: WangJohnson   “Perhaps you should do that some other time,” you hear a maturely husky and sternly familiar voice interjecting from the entrance to Chrissy’s shed-home, “when your sister isn’t about to give a work presentation here.”
Patsy looks like she’s seen a ghost as she leaps back away from you like a startled cat, your cock slapping fully upright as it's freed from her genital weight.
“O-oh you’re early,” Chrissy chimes in looking just as nervous as her little sister looks scared, “well that’s fine, I’d finished getting ready so-”
“And who’s this,” the voice says as you try to get a good look at them from your seat in a chair against the same wall the door’s in, “another of your experiments?”
“Oh no,” Miss Morgan says, ignorant that she’s not actually telling the truth, “that’s just a particularly gifted student that helped me after I had a little accident - he was interested in my work and wanted to sit in on the presentation, so I thought-”
“Encouraging an Academy-centric interest in research is of course a good thing,” the voice you finally recognize from the entrance ceremony speech continues with authoritative presence, “fine, I won’t object as I can hardly claim I’m upholding the highest standards of decorum at the moment.”
When the speaker steps through the entrance and fully into view, you do a double-take as they’re not at all what you expected.
The principal Miss Honeywink has her golden blond hair loosely tied back in a somewhat messy looking ponytail instead of a tightly braided bun, and is sporting none of the impeccable poise you saw at the entrance ceremony. Right now instead of a sharp suit, skirt, and pumped heels, she is wearing a dumpy-looking baggy tracksuit that ends up accentuating her bottom-heavy curves rather than hiding them - though with her modest chest she could pass for a particularly effeminate man. Especially since she has the suit top zipped halfway down, and the sweaty tank-top peeking out beneath is hardly showing off womanly curves. Instead the otherwise unobtrusive tracksuit draws all attention to how it bulges obscenely in its baggy crotch, the entire mound heavily bobbing and soggy, and violently pulsing like a pair of massively beating hearts. Tar-thick sperm seeps from her clothed genitals and droops in stringy trails to the ground between the principal’s flip-flop-shod feet, already thoroughly painted with her seed. Besides her messy package the principal's armpits are sweaty, there are drool stains on her chest and belly, and you can’t spot a square foot of her outfit that doesn’t have at least some sexual fluid on it.
If you were to describe her look in a single sentence, then it would be ‘ready for a weekend being lazy masturbating, snacking, and being a slob at home’, which… certainly isn’t a look you ever expected to see the most powerful person at the Academy sporting.
As Patsy and Chrissy hurriedly whisper and rush about doing some last minute setup for the presentation, Miss Honeywink slowly saunters over to your seat in the corner. You hurriedly stand up, and when you do you can’t help but notice how she’s perfectly eye-level with you - though with her thin sandals against your shoes, you bet she’s actually a bit taller. Trying to ignore the realization you’re the smallest person in a room of four, you do your best to look earnestly attentive when she comes to a stop before you, her sodden sweats-covered crotchbulge less than an inch from your still twitchingly erect cock. She pointedly looks you up and down as semen drools from her pants’ groin, her eyes lingering on your plumply churning sack and musky dick, regarding your own junk's cummy dripping with an unreadable expression.
Tilting her head like a bird inspecting a squirming worm - which makes your cock pulse extra hard and you have to resist the urge to cum in her face - Miss Honeywink seems to come to a decision.
As she opens her rose-painted lips it turns out that what the sloppily dressed-down Miss Honeywink wants from you is-   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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