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Ron: Just a Growing Boy - 2
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

The continuing story of a boy coming to grips – so to 
speak, with his considerable assets. (F/M-teen, inc, 
size)

***

Johnny sat nervously on the couch, his hands clenched 
in knots on his lap. Before him, his mother paced the 
floor. Her heels snapped viciously onto the hardwood 
flooring as she paced back and forth. Johnny had never 
seen her so pissed. Maybe that time he'd ridden his 
bike headlong into the door of her Mercedes came close, 
but this time, he decided, this time may be the topper.

"That was so damn humiliating," she said scathingly. "I 
get called out of work, and why? Because my son has 
been suspended from school, that's why!"

Johnny winced and tried to focus on something else 
besides his mother's disapproval. Actually, that was 
pretty easy. His mom might be pissed off, but she still 
looked good. His mother, Angelina Stouffer, was one hot 
momma. She was as tall as her son, with carefully 
styled dark hair that swirled about her head as she 
paced back and forth. She'd removed the jacket of her 
business suit to reveal her full breasts as they thrust 
against her blood red blouse. 

"Dude, your mom has one serious rack," was how one of 
his buddies had put it. Her fitted blouse rested atop a 
dark pencil skirt that was molded to her ass. The 
skirt's hem ended just above her knees. She had great 
legs too, and she was showing them off with black hose 
and shoes that had three-inch heels. Despite all the 
ire she was sending in his direction, Johnny was 
getting some serious wood. He surreptitiously pressed 
the heel of one hand against the head of his growing 
cock.

Angelina looked at the paper crumpled in her hand. It 
was both the notification of her son's suspension and a 
report on the incident that had led up to it. She 
slapped at the paper with her free hand. It sounded 
like a small firecracker going off. "You hit Ron Fuller 
with a stick, a stick with a nail in it."

"I didn't know there was a nail in it," said Johnny in 
his own defense.

Angelina rolled her big brown eyes expressively. "That 
is so... so beside the point. You shouldn't be hitting 
anyone with a frigging stick to begin with."

"He knocked me down," said Johnny. 

"After you started it all," said Angelina. "At least 
that's what about twenty other students say." She 
slapped at the paper again. 

"Well... he... he wouldn't run the bases like he 
should. We might have won the game," Johnny said as if 
that explained everything. 

Angelina sighed. Her son was so competitive, and he was 
so handsome, and frankly, he was so very sexy. She had 
been anticipating this month alone with Johnny. Her 
husband, Stan, would be out of town on business for 
weeks. That was a huge blow to Angelina's sex life. She 
loved sex – a lot. 

Her husband could barely keep up with her supercharged 
libido. He had been tremendously relieved when Angelina 
had relented, and allowed him two whole days a week off 
from satisfying her voracious pussy. That was because, 
unbeknownst to her husband of course, she had acquired 
a lover – her thirteen year old son, Johnny. 

Johnny's cock was already as big as his father's, maybe 
even a bit longer. He could be fast on the trigger, but 
he was always good to go. There were days when Angelina 
had both her men. Stan was often amenable to early 
morning sex, and then, when he went to shower, she 
would run to Johnny's room and avail herself of his 
morning hard-on. She had been planning on testing his 
limits while Stan was gone. But now, her little stud 
had gone and gotten himself suspended. She couldn't 
very well reward his behavior, no matter how much she 
needed to get her hot pussy stuffed. 

"Look," said Angelina, "I love how competitive you are. 
But for God's sake, it was just a recess softball game. 
You're not supposed to draw blood over it."

"I know. I'm sorry, Mom, I'm really sorry."

Angelina studied her son's handsome features. He could 
be thoughtless but, for now at least, faking sincerity 
was beyond him. She relented ever so slightly. "I 
believe you are, Johnny. But still, you're suspended 
for an entire month." She sighed and looked at her son 
thoughtfully. "When were your next tests scheduled?"

His eyes squinted in concentration. "Uh... there are 
some big tests in a couple of weeks."

"Okay," said Angelina. "Here's what we'll do. You will 
write a very, very contrite letter of apology to Ron, 
your principal, the school and whoever else we can 
think of. We'll give Ron a week to cool down, and then 
you'll apologize in person to him. Then you'll ask him 
to go to the principal and see if she won't let you 
back in school, or if maybe she can make this a 
nonacademic suspension so that you can make up your 
tests when you return."

"Oh... yeah, sure," said Johnny, eager to agree. He saw 
a glimmer of hope in the black abyss of his mother's 
disapproval. 

She stooped over and steadied her hands on his thighs. 
She saw his eyes shift to gaze hungrily down her 
blouse. "This had better happen," she said in a hushed, 
menacing tone. "Because if it doesn't, then the next 
time you get any pussy it'll be when some whiny teenage 
bitch, who doesn't know shit about sex, finally lets 
you into her pants. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Johnny said shakily into her bosom. 

Angelina looked down and saw her son's hands nervously 
knead at his crotch. "You've got a hard-on right now, 
don't you?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said in a whisper. It wasn't his fault. The 
walking wet-dream who was better than any fantasy he'd 
ever had was in his face. With her tits out to here and 
her legs down to there, how could he not be hard?

"Pull it out," Angelina said.

Johnny quickly unzipped his pants and fumbled at his 
underwear. In a second, his solid, thick six inches of 
boy-cock stood stiffly from his crotch. 

She eyed her son's penis. She had so looked forward to 
having her son to herself for the weeks of her 
husband's absence. She had planned to absolutely wear 
Johnny out. She was going to fuck him on every flat 
surface in the house. She had planned to tease him 
until his cock was weeping with pre-cum, and then to 
wring him dry with repeated orgasms. 

At the end of the month, she had planned to have him 
yearning for more mind-bending sex that only his mother 
could provide, and yet relieved that his dad was back 
to take up some of the load. The load of keeping his 
mother's overheated pussy satisfied.

Johnny made a circle with his fingers and ran it over 
the head of his cock. "Stop that," Angelina said 
sharply. "No playing with your dick. Stick those hands 
under your butt. That's right, sit on them." Johnny 
hiked up one buttock and then the other, sliding his 
hands into place. 

Angelina straightened and began to remove her clothing 
under her son's avid gaze. She kicked off her heels, 
wiggled out of her skirt, and then peeled down her 
pantyhose. Walking up to Johnny, she stepped onto the 
couch, straddling his body. "My pussy's wet, baby. It 
needs to be taken care of." 

Angelina crouched and shoved her cunt onto her son's 
face – his lips on her lips, his nose bumping her clit. 
"You're going to have to get me off like this," she 
growled. She ground her searing pussy on his face, 
hardly giving the boy a chance to breathe. 

"That's it," Angelina panted, "stick your tongue in my 
pussy... farther... come on, get it in there. Yes, yes 
that's it. Fuck my pussy with that hard tongue." She 
shoved her liquid cunt onto her son's searching tongue, 
and rubbed her engorged clit on his face. 

"Oh yeah... fuck yes... eat my pussy, baby," she 
shrieked as she came once, twice and then a third time. 
Sated for at least a short while, Angelina fell 
sideways onto the couch. When she caught her breath, 
she looked at Johnny. He was still sitting obediently 
on his hands, his face covered with a slimy coating of 
pussy juice and saliva. 

His dick was a dark red fleshy pole, quivering above 
his navel. As she watched, a glob of pre-cum leaked 
from his slit and dripped downward. His dick glistened 
with the stuff. She laughed and said, "You may as well 
jack off now. I know you'll do it as soon as you can, 
anyway."

Johnny wrenched his hands free from their confinement. 
He steadied his cock with one hand and jerked his 
fingers over the head with his other hand. Drops of 
pre-cum flew into the air as his fingers smacked into 
the fiery-red head of his cock. Within a dozen strokes, 
a ribbon of cum leapt from the end of his dick and 
landed on his flailing fingers. Two lesser blasts 
followed, and then Johnny slowed his fingers to milk 
his cock-shaft for its last blobs of semen. 

*

Ron Fuller walked from the school building at the end 
of the day. He was headed for his bus when he heard 
someone calling out his name. Turning, he saw Johnny 
jogging in his direction. "Hey, how's it going," asked 
Johnny as he fell in step with Ron.

"Okay, I guess," said Ron. "How's your suspension?"

"It's shitty," said Johnny. "I'm so grounded that I 
can't do shit. Listen, I'm sorry about the leg and 
everything. I hope you're not pissed at me."

"No, I'm good," said Ron. How mad could he be? That 
scratch on the leg had led to sex with Ms. Yount, the 
school nurse. A week later, he was banging his mother 
too. Actually, Johnny had done him a favor. 

"Oh cool," said Johnny. "My mom's in the parking lot. 
She wants you to come home with us. I'm supposed to ask 
you to go to the principal, and see if she'll let me 
come back to school early."

Ron shrugged. "I can do that, no problem. I don't know 
how much influence I'll have with the principal 
though."

"Thanks," said Johnny. "But come on over to the house 
anyway, my mom thinks we have to butter you up first. I 
think yummy snacks will be involved."

"Okay," said Ron. He pulled out his cell phone and sent 
his mom a text message about where he was going. One 
nice perk of screwing his mom was that she was no 
longer so controlling of his time. He joined Johnny as 
they climbed into his mother's car. 

Fifteen minutes later, Angelina and the boys pulled 
into the drive of her home. "Let's go up to my room," 
Johnny said as they entered the house. 

Angelina watched the boys as they climbed the stairs to 
Johnny's room. She had decided that a hint of sexuality 
and some hot cookies would be the way to soften Ron's 
heart. She went to her room and changed into a pair of 
shorts that showed off her legs, and then she pulled a 
low-cut, short-sleeve sweater over her braless tits. 
She checked her look in the mirror. As her tits swayed 
and bobbled about in the sweater she thought, now that 
should get Ron's attention. She headed to the kitchen 
to make the cookies.

Johnny's room wasn't very big. His single bed, plus a 
student's desk with a computer and a chest-of-drawers 
filled the space. Shelves on the wood paneled walls 
held the clutter that boys tend to collect. Johnny 
fired up the computer as Ron looked around and then 
settled on the unmade bed. 

"Want to see something hot?" asked Johnny.

"Sure," said Ron. 

Johnny went on line and moments later the boys were 
watching a well muscled young man pound his cock into a 
woman the age of the boys' mothers. "Oh wow," said Ron, 
suddenly sitting up straight and taking an interest, 
"your mother let's you watch this stuff?" 

"Well, you know..." he dissembled. In truth, he and 
Angelina surfed sites like this together until they 
were both so hot they would fall on his bed, screwing 
away. Just the thought of his rigid cock surrounded by 
his mother's hot pussy gave Johnny a hard-on. He 
wondered if Ron was getting turned on. He glanced at 
Ron's crotch and saw a long lump there. But that had to 
be a fold in the material of his pants, Johnny assumed. 
His cock couldn't be that big, could it?

They watched more videos, mostly of guys shooting their 
loads on tummies, asses, tits, backs and faces – lots 
of faces for some reason. "Why don't they do that in 
the women's pussies?" asked Ron. "Wouldn't that feel 
better?"

"Yeah, it does... I guess," said Johnny a bit too 
enthusiastically. "I mean, I think the idea is to show 
that the guy isn't faking it."

"I guess you're right," said Ron. "If they're going to 
shoot loads like that, then I suppose they have to be 
careful about showing all of it."

Johnny wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he 
couldn't dwell on it because his dick was full and he 
really felt like producing a load of his own. He 
reached down and tugged his dick into a more 
comfortable position, giving it a little rub as he did 
so. Seeing that Ron had noticed what he was doing he 
shrugged, smiled and said, "I can't help it, dude, this 
stuff gets me going."

Johnny gave his dick a couple of more swipes through 
his pants. So far everything had gone to his mother's 
plans. He was supposed to show Ron these pictures and 
videos full of MILF's and their younger studs, and then 
she was going to show up at some point, dressed all 
sexy and everything, and then, while Ron was sort of 
overwhelmed with sexual heat, she would convince him to 
go to bat with the principal over his, Johnny's that 
is, suspension. 

The thing was, with most of his blood pooling in his 
bloated cock, Johnny had forgotten about his mom. He 
grabbed the tab on the zipper of his pants and began to 
pull on it. Looking at Ron, he said, "Hey, man, I hope 
you don't mind. I just got to let off some pressure." 
He pulled his zipper all the way down. 

Ron smiled and said, "No problem, go for it."

Johnny struggled with his erection until he managed to 
get it out of his pants. "Don't you want to?" he asked 
Ron. 

Ron shrugged. "That's okay," he said.

Johnny suddenly felt self-conscious. "Oh come on man, 
don't leave me here with my dick hanging out."

Ron bit at his lip and then said, "Well, alright." He 
unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and fully 
opened his pants.

Johnny frowned. Was the guy going to undress? All he 
had to do was unzip and pull out his dick. Ron hooked a 
thumb in the waistband of his under-shorts and pulled 
it out and down. Then he reached inside and pulled out 
an awesome slab of cock. "Oh fuck, dude," Johnny said 
with surprise, "where'd you get that horse-cock?"

Angelina approached the closed door of her son's room. 
She had a plateful of hot chocolate-chip cookies in one 
hand and she was just about to tap on the door when she 
distinctly heard Johnny say, "Where'd you get that 
horse-cock?"

Angelina froze in her tracks. What was going on? Was he 
talking to Ron or about some porn-star on the computer? 
If it was Ron, then just how big could the boy be? 
Johnny sounded impressed, and he was bigger than 
average. She leaned close to the door and got her 
answer when she heard Ron say, "I don't know. I was 
just born with it I guess."

So it is Ron, Angelina thought. The boys must have 
pulled out their dicks. Johnny has done his job a 
little too well. She pursed her lips, wondering if she 
should risk a peek or not. Was Ron really all that well 
endowed? Almost without thinking, she put the plate of 
cookies on the floor and reached for the doorknob. She 
knew that Johnny's desk faced away from the door, and 
there was a good chance that she could glimpse what was 
going on without the boys noticing.

Ever so slowly, she turned the knob. When it reached 
the end of its travel, she gently pushed and opened the 
door just a crack. There was Johnny. He did indeed have 
his dick in his hand. Over on the bed, Ron seemed to 
have his hand stuffed into his pants. Maybe he was shy 
or having trouble. Maybe Johnny was simply being 
sarcastic when he talked about the size of Ron's penis. 

Then Ron shifted his position on the bed. Angelina's 
eyes flew wide open in surprise. What she had mistaken 
for Ron's arm was actually the biggest cock she'd ever 
seen. The monster jutted from Ron's pants like a meaty 
pole. 

"Damn, that thing is just huge," she heard Johnny say 
as his hand flew up down on his cock. He wasn't paying 
any attention to the video on his computer screen. He 
was intently ogling Ron's massive cock and jerking as 
fast as he could. 

Ron ran his hand up the length of the underside of his 
cock and what had to be at least two ounces of pre-cum 
washed over his fire-red cock-head. Angelina's knees 
grew weak. Ron had just produced more pre-cum than most 
men ejaculated altogether. 

Speaking of ejaculating, Johnny's body stiffened and 
three good squirts of semen gushed from his cock and 
ran down over his fingers. He took a few seconds to 
catch his breath, and then he reached for a box of 
tissues that he kept on his desk. "Aren't you going to 
beat off?" he asked Ron as he wiped the creamy load 
from his hand and his wilting cock.

Before she realized what she was doing, Angelina opened 
the door and stepped into her son's room. With her eyes 
firmly locked on Ron's towering dick, she announced her 
presence by saying, "Let me jack it for you." 

"Mom!" yelped Johnny. His wilting dick seemed to shrink 
even faster.

Ron started at Angelina's sudden appearance, but once 
he saw the look in her eyes, he didn't even try to hide 
his cock. He'd seen that same look from his school 
nurse and his mom. It was a combination of awe and 
naked lust. Angelina came to the bed and ran her finger 
tips over the warm marble hardness of his dick. 

Ron's cock twitched and a shot of pre-cum leapt from 
the slit falling on Angelina's fingers. "Ohhh," she 
cooed. Using both hands she spread the clear lube along 
the length of his steel hard dick. 

"Yeah, that's it, jerk me off," Ron said softly. He 
hadn't missed the way her tits had bobbled about in her 
sweater as she crossed the room. 

Angelina tightened her grip and began to masturbate Ron 
with a will. Her fingers flew up and down causing 
squirts of pre-cum to leap into the air. Ron sat up 
straight on the bed and bent his thickening cock in 
Angelina's direction; he knew what was cumming. He 
didn't try to fight the pressure in his growing dick.

Angelina saw the flow of cum that erupted from the 
purple, swollen head of Ron's cock, but she couldn't 
believe it. The thick stream flowed for a full second, 
arcing across the space between their bodies and 
landing in a fat wet ribbon on her sweater. But that 
was only the beginning of his cum shower. Another long 
flow followed the first one and then even more until 
Angelina embraced Ron's heaving boy-meat between her 
tits and simply marveled as he coated her in his spunk. 

When the deluge of cum ended, Angelina released Ron's 
cock and looked down at her ruined sweater. "Oh my 
God," she said in awe. "This is freaking unbelievable." 
She pulled the sweater off and rolled it into a cummy 
ball. "You must not have cum in weeks," she said to 
Ron.

"What do you mean?" asked Ron innocently. "I came twice 
yesterday."

Angelina could only shake her head in amazement. She 
looked down at his cock – it was as hard as ever. 
"You're not getting soft, are you?" she said. 

Ron shrugged. "Lots of times it stays hard," he said as 
if he'd never heard of a refractory period – and of 
course he hadn't. "Do you want to fuck?" He seemed to 
be totally nonplussed with her bare breasts and erect 
nipples. In fact, he casually reached out and cupped 
one of her tits in the palm of his hand and tweaked 
it's nipple with his thumb. 

Angelina gasped with the heady sensation. Ron was being 
so casual about it all. Most grown men would be falling 
all over themselves by now. "I bet you know how. I bet 
you've fucked before, haven't you?"

"Some," said Ron. He leaned forward and kissed 
Angelina. 

It wasn't the best kiss that she had ever had, but it 
would do. His lips were firm and pressed hotly on hers. 
His eager tongue thrashed about in her mouth. Angelina 
needed hardly any foreplay, however. She couldn't get 
out of her shorts fast enough. Once she was naked, she 
lay back on the bed with her legs spread wide in 
invitation. 

Ron climbed between Angelina's legs, where she eagerly 
seized his cock in both hands and guided it into her 
pussy. "It's... it's just fucking huge," she moaned as 
his thick shaft stretched her lips wide. It seemed as 
if there was no end to Ron's elongated boy-meat as it 
plunged inward. "Ungg... enough, that's enough," she 
groaned as his dick filled her to the max. "Please fuck 
me now."

Ron felt his cock snug to a stop. "Oh yeah," he replied 
to Angelina's plea. He began to pump his hips like the 
enthusiastic teen stud he was. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," moaned Angelina in time to Ron's 
thrusts. Her tits jiggled and swayed as she seized his 
forearms and held on for dear life. She quickly built 
to an orgasm.

Ron felt Angelina's hot cunt contract around his 
plunging dick. Suddenly, she was screaming "Oh, god, 
you're making me cum! Don't stop, pound my pussy, fuck 
me!"

Ron had no intention of stopping once he saw the 
spectacular results he was achieving with Angelina. She 
was one hot fucker. Out of the corner of his eye, Ron 
saw something moving. It was Johnny. Ron and Angelina 
had forgotten that he was even in the room. He had his 
hand cupped over his shrunken cock and balls. Mouth 
agape, he stared as Ron pumped his huge member in and 
out of his mom's pussy. 

"I'm fucking your mom," said Ron. 

"Yeah," breathed Johnny. "You sure are. She never acts 
like that with... uh, I mean... I bet she doesn't..." 
he trailed off. He began to stroke his limp cock. The 
head flopped around at the end of his limber shaft. 

Ron laughed at Johnny. The way Angelina had acted when 
she came into the room made him think that Johnny was 
getting more than simple motherly affection from her. 
"Do you want some of this?" asked Ron, nodding at 
Angelina's dripping pussy. 

"Noooo..." protested Angelina. Clearly, she didn't want 
anything but Ron's fat pole filling her. She waved her 
son closer and took his dick in hand. Pulling him in, 
she took the head in her mouth. 

"Oh yeah, suck it," said Johnny as he bent over his 
mother's face. 

Ron pumped Angelina through a dozen orgasms as she 
gasped and moaned around Johnny's cock. Her son's dick 
lengthened and filled out under her ministrations. 
Soon, he was fucking her mouth as eagerly as Ron was 
driving at her steaming pussy. 

Ron felt the pressure building in his massive cock. It 
was swelling to even larger proportions. "Uhhhh... I'm 
gonna' cum, gonna' cum," he groaned softly. Abruptly, 
his dick erupted. Two blasts of thick, milky semen 
filled Angelina's vagina to overflowing. Of course Ron 
had just begun to cum. He withdrew his gushing cock 
from Angelina's now cream filled vagina and aimed at 
her jiggling tits. He liberally coated her breasts with 
multiple spurts and then, with a mischievous grin, he 
sent a few blasts to where Johnny's cock's was plunging 
into his mother's mouth. 

Finally, the pressure in his balls eased and he had to 
content himself with merely overfilling Angelina's 
bellybutton, and to watching the excess drip down her 
tummy to join the flow leaking from her pussy. Johnny 
pulled his dick from his mom's sucking mouth, and after 
furiously stroking himself, he managed to add a few 
drops of semen to the overwhelming mass of boy-cum that 
Ron had delivered to Angelina's face. 

Ron packed away his softening rod and pulled his pants 
into place. He watched as Angelina gathered up the 
sheet from Johnny's bed and used it to clean up the 
aftermath of his ejaculation. "My God," she said, 
wiping the heavy slick of cum from her breasts and 
face, "I think you made even more spunk that time. 
Don't those balls of yours ever empty?"

"I may have to rest a few minutes before I could do 
that again," he said matter-of-factly. He took a deep 
breath. "Mmmm, do I smell hot cookies?" he asked 
Angelina with a boyish look of anticipation. 

*

April Yount, school nurse to both Ron and Jimmy, 
scooped a spoonful of yogurt from its tiny four-ounce 
container. She put the spoonful in her mouth and 
followed it with an apple slice. That was her entire 
lunch – a few bites of yogurt and a medium sized apple. 
She looked with envy at the school's principal, Monica 
Lincoln. They were in Monica's office and the woman was 
neatly wolfing down a huge burger and a mound of fries, 
washing it all down with soda from a big-gulp sized 
cup.

"What?" said Monica, noticing April's gaze, her voice 
muffled by a bite of hamburger.

"Just wishing I had your metabolism," said April with a 
sigh. 

Monica smiled and shrugged. "No doubt I'll start 
putting on the weight one of these days," she said. 

Certainly not now, thought April. The woman was tall 
and gorgeous. She had flawless milk-chocolate skin and 
luxuriously thick black hair that fell nearly to her 
waist. Today she was wearing a pleated tartan skirt 
with a blue blouse. A matching blue ribbon held her 
hair in a ponytail. 

As she munched on her last french-fry, Monica scrolled 
through her schedule of afternoon appointments on her 
computer. "Ron Fuller, that boy who hurt his leg in a 
fight; he has an appointment with me after lunch 
period. How's he doing?"

"Oh he's fine," said April. "In fact he's more than 
fine. You wouldn't believe what I saw during his 
examination the day he got hurt. That boy is hung like 
a frigging horse." She held up her hands in 
demonstration of Ron's magnificent length.

Monica's eyebrows arched nearly to her hairline in 
surprise. "Surely that's not right," she said. 

April looked down at her hands. "Maybe you're right," 
she said, and with a giggle she moved her hands another 
half-inch apart.

"I'd like to see that," Monica said in a tone of 
disbelief. She neatly folded up the wrappers from her 
lunch and tossed them in the trash. 

There was a knock at the office door. "I'll get it," 
said April. She opened the door. "Hello Ron," she said 
to the boy as he stood just outside, "come on in."

Ron stepped into the office and looked around 
nervously. Like most boys, he found the principal's 
office an inner sanctum of doom even if he wasn't in 
any sort of trouble. Seeing the look on his face, April 
said with a laugh, "Don't worry, we're not executing 
students today." Ron managed an appreciative grin and 
took a seat on one of the office's institutional 
plastic and chrome chairs. 

"Hello, Ron," said Monica, "what brings you here 
today?"

"Well," he began slowly, "it's about Johnny Stouffer. I 
was hoping that you might lift his suspension or 
something."

"Hmm..." said Monica. She plucked a file from a holder 
on her desk and flipped it open. She picked up a sheet 
of ruled notepaper from the file and looked at it. "I 
got this letter from Johnny. Despite his scribble, bad 
spelling and deplorable grammar I discern that he's 
sorry for his actions."

"Yeah, I got one of those too," said Ron.

"So, you're on board with this? You guys have buried 
the two-by-four, so to speak?" Monica asked. Ron nodded 
his head. "How's your leg, any lasting effects?" 

"Oh, it's fine, it's..." Ron began.

"I think we ought to examine that leg one more time," 
April interrupted. "We can do it right here."

"That's probably not necessary," Monica said, sounding 
slightly surprised. But April was already on the move. 
Monica kept a neat, sparse desk, so it took only 
seconds for April to move the laptop, files and 
accessories to one end. 

"There we go," said April. "Ron, just pull down your 
pants, hop up here, and we'll have a look at that leg." 
Ron stood hesitantly. "Now don't be shy, I'll lock the 
door for privacy." She shared a quick wink with the boy 
as she crossed to the office door and locked it.

Ron moved to the end of the desk and dropped his loose 
fitting jeans to his ankles. He sat on the edge of the 
desk as if it were an examination table, spreading his 
legs wide. April came to his side and rested her hand 
on his thigh. "See how well his wound is healing?" she 
said to Monica, motioning at Ron's leg.

Monica sighed as if she wasn't too sure about all this. 
She pushed herself out of her comfortable office chair 
and stepped to Ron's side, opposite April. "You can see 
that his scar isn't infected at all," said April. She 
placed her hand so that it's back rubbed against Ron's 
cock as her finger gestured along his scar.

Monica took one glance at the pink line of healthy 
skin, which was all that remained of Johnny's attack, 
and immediately dismissed it. Her eyes locked instead 
on the ridiculously large lump that rested in Ron's 
shorts. It was a lump that seemed to be moving and 
growing. 

April followed the principal's gaze. She gave up the 
pretense that they were here to look at Ron's scar. She 
shifted her hand to Ron's expanding package and 
massaged its length. 

"You... you shouldn't be doing that," Monica said in a 
husky voice, but she certainly did nothing to stop 
April. She watched in amazement as Ron's cock 
lengthened and filled out until the head popped above 
the waistband of his shorts. With every beat of his 
pulse, his cock jerked upward like a second hand 
heading toward twelve. 

"Isn't he magnificent?" said April.

"I... I can't believe it," said Monica. She reached out 
and tentatively touched the dark red head. 

Ron leaned back on his elbows. He loved every second 
that these two women stood in awe of his oversized 
dick. He watched as his beautiful principal reached out 
a shaky hand to stroke his cock-head. He flexed the 
muscles at the base of his cock and a healthy blob of 
clear pre-cum squirted up between her fingers. He 
smiled as she squealed in surprise, and then as she 
giggled at her own reaction. The two women stroked and 
petted his straining cock. 

Then April bent to kiss his cock-head and Monica 
quickly followed suit. Their lips and tongues played 
all over the dark red dome of his cock until they met 
at the tip. They were kissing one another while 
managing to involve the end of his dick. Ron thought it 
was the sexiest thing he'd seen in his life.

After making out over Ron's dick April and Monica 
separated. They exchanged looks of mixed astonishment 
and lust. "Ron," said April, "why don't you hop down so 
we can reveal you in all your glory."

Ron slid off the desk. With a bit of heel and toe 
shuffling, he managed to step out of his loosely tied 
shoes and baggy pants. He hooked his thumbs in the 
waistband of his under shorts and slowly, teasingly 
pulled them off his hips. Monica and April had their 
eyes locked on his crotch as he slowly revealed his 
amazing prick. 

April, who had already thrilled to the feel of Ron's 
pussy-pounder, murmured in Monica's ear, "Just look at 
that. His cock would fill places in your pussy that you 
didn't even know existed." She gave Ron a meaningful 
look, intending for him to follow her lead. She gently 
pushed Monica down on the edge of the desk. "Just lie 
down here, baby, and marvelous things will happen." 

Monica lay back on the desk, her eyes never left Ron's 
cock. As if they had choreographed the move, Ron went 
to the side of the desk, and levering his cock across 
the top, he slipped only the very tip of his dick into 
his principal's waiting mouth. 

April watched as Monica licked and kissed at Ron's 
cock-head. She waited until the principal was occupied 
with trying to get some portion of that hunk of meat in 
her mouth, and then April unfastened Monica's skirt. 
The way it was made, the material simply fell away to 
either side of her hips. April's lips pursed at the 
sight of Monica's pantyhose. 

They had one of those control tops designed to hide a 
few extra pounds. Perhaps her penchant for fast-food 
lunches was catching up to the beautiful principal. 
April worked her fingers under the waistband of the 
pantyhose and gave them a firm pull. She gasped as an 
erect, perfectly formed three inch penis appeared. 

"Noooo..." moaned Monica, suddenly jerking away from 
Ron's dick. 

"Oh my goodness," whispered April as she slowly 
finished removing the pantyhose from Monica's shapely 
legs. "Do you know what our principal is?" she asked 
Ron. "She's got a pussy and this cute little dick."

"Oh, yeah," said Ron with a look of astonishment on his 
face. "She's a hermo... herma... something-or-another."

"Hermaphrodite," April finished for him. She caught 
Monica's hands as they sought to cover up her twitching 
erection. That means she can have twice the fun."

"No one knows," said Monica, pleading with her eyes.

"Don't worry, baby," your secret is safe with us, isn't 
it, Ron?" said April as she motioned him to come stand 
between Monica's legs.

"Uh, yeah, sure," said Ron. He honestly didn't know who 
he'd tell or who'd believe him if he did. He watched as 
April dipped her fingers into the principal's pussy. 
When they came out wet, she rubbed the juice around the 
tip of Monica's straining dick.

April made way for Ron as his battering-ram of a cock 
led his way between Monica's legs. "Her pussy's nice 
and juicy for you," she said. She used both hands to 
bend his cock downward until his engorged head rested 
on Monica's vaginal lips. Pushing and pulling his cock-
shaft first one way and then another, she pressed aside 
the principal's slick lips. With a flick of his hips, 
Ron pushed six inches of rigid boy-meat into her pussy. 
Monica gasped.

"Oh, fuck," I've never felt so full, groaned Monica. 

"And he's just begun," said April. She laid her cheek 
on Monica's groin and reached out her tongue to tickle 
the head of Monica's stiffy. From her perspective, 
Ron's cock looked as if were a mile long. He urged it 
inward inch by thick inch. 

April looked up and gave Ron a wink. She wrapped her 
lips around the little bulge of Monica's cock-head as 
Ron began to stroke her pussy. Monica clamped one hand 
over her mouth. Evidently, she couldn't trust herself 
not to cry out and alert her staff. With her free hand, 
she tweaked an erect nipple. 

Penis or no penis, Ron couldn't care about his 
principal's extra sexual equipment right now. He had a 
tight, hot pussy surrounding his bloated cock and it 
felt amazing. The fact that he was fucking his 
beautiful principal simply added to the heat of the 
moment. 

Every time he plunged his dick forward, Ms. Lincoln's 
mini-cock rocked into April's mouth. The principal had 
stuffed a knuckle in her mouth, and Ron could hear her 
breath snorting against the back of her hand. Mewls of 
passion escaped her lips every few seconds. Suddenly, 
she halfway sat up, her abs straining as she came. 

"Oh, that's it, baby. That's it," murmured April. She 
had grasped Monica's dick between thumb and forefinger, 
jerking it with short, rapid strokes. A spritz of clear 
sex juice jetted from the tip of her dick as her 
vaginal muscles massaged Ron's cock.

"Mmm, that feels nice," said Ron, as the waves of 
contractions rippled up and down his pistoning cock. 

"Yeah, shove it to her," urged April. She moved until 
she could get both hands around Ron's cock-shaft. "Oh, 
shit, Monica. I wish you could see this. He's fucking 
filled you up and there's still plenty of cock left 
over for me to jack off." 

Her hands began to slide along Ron's meaty shaft, 
lubricated by his pre-cum and Monica's secretions. But 
the sex addled principal was past looking at anything. 
Her eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling as she came 
again and again. 

Ron loved that he was screwing his principal. She was 
cumming all over the place. Her little dick was still 
quivering and jumping around. But he was getting close. 
"I'm gonna' lose it," he said to April, who was still 
using her hands to add to his fun. 

"Oh yessss," hissed April. She reached between his legs 
and fondled his sack. Just one of his balls more that 
filled her palm. She gave it the gentlest of squeezes. 
"Go ahead and empty these bad boys," she said with a 
grin. 

"Uhhhh... " moaned Ron. April had set him off. He 
jammed his cock into Monica until it could go no 
farther and unleashed a torrent of hot, creamy boy-cum. 
He quickly overfilled her pussy. With a huge force of 
will, Ron stilled his hips and let the contractions of 
Monica's pussy get him off. His cream flowed from her 
quim in pulses as he shot his load. April was there, 
spooning up the hot flow with her fingers and eating it 
as if she were starving. Monica's body quivered as she 
came over and over again. 

Several minutes later, the occupants of the principal's 
office were suffering through an uncomfortable silence. 
Monica, ever prepared for the messes of young students, 
albeit not one like this, had produced a roll of paper 
towels and even a spray bottle of cleaner. After some 
hasty cleaning, her desk and office were somewhere back 
to normal. It was astounding. Just how much splooge 
could one boy make? Evidently, quite a bit. It felt as 
if her pussy was going to be leaking all afternoon. 

Monica loudly cleared her throat. "Ron, I hope you know 
that what happened here has to stay just between us," 
she said, trying to keep a pleading tone out of her 
voice. 

"Oh sure," he said, "but I'll need something from you."

Oh my God, thought Monica. She shared a worried glance 
with April. Here it comes – the blackmail. What does he 
want, better grades, money? Maybe he wants more sex. 
She could live with that. Yeah, more pussy stretching, 
mind bending, orgasm after orgasm sex. She'd have to 
give in. He could ruin her career, perhaps even put her 
in jail. Not to mention the humiliation of it all. 
"Yes? What's that?" she managed to say in a steady 
voice.

"Can you give me a hall pass?" Ron asked. "Fifth period 
has already started."

End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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