Chapter 68

As someone who ran an educational institution, a respected female principal and role model to many, it was completely inappropriate of me to think about one of my students, 21-year-old Jaune, the way I was thinking about him.

Granted, it wasn't like I was robbing the cradle -- Jaune was a senior that was behind a couple of grades due to some jail time he received. A 21-year-old student wasn't unheard of at our school, a school which helped troubled students in high school through pre-junior college levels, but Jaune was the oldest "kid" at our school at the time and the top dog around his peers.

Being the youngest woman ever to rise to the school's top position based on my academics, I was only four years older than Jaune. I considered myself a good person, I paid my taxes, I was happily married to my high school sweetheart, and I made rational decisions. The way I had started fantasizing about the school bully, the way he made me wet just thinking about him, though, contrasted sharply with my usual character.

Jaune was what some kids on campus called a "thug," a stocky, white troublemaker, about 6'2", maybe an inch or two taller than me. He dressed like what he thought someone from the ghetto would dress like, and was your typical school bully, picking on those who he knew wouldn't stand up to him. Each time he would be called into my office, he would look at me with a smirk, and that would kickstart a range of butterflies in my stomach. I tried to hide my quivering legs from him by keeping a desk between us, but the way he looked at me told me he had me figured out.

Jaune would be sent down to see me so many times that we became familiar with one another. His appearances in my office became a series of "what did you do now?" conversations. I would scold him about the way he treated the other students and it would have no effect on him. He wasn't formal in my office after a while, either. He would often stretch out on my office sofa, even being bold enough to put his legs up on my glass coffee table.

Today was different, though. Jaune was assertive today. With his iPhone in one hand, he walked around my office while listening to me lecture him about whatever he got in trouble for this time. I stared at the big thug in awe as he paused at my bookshelf and thumbed across some of my personal items. He resumed walking and stopped upon reaching my desk, then sat on it while looming over me in my office chair. I squeezed my legs together and looked up at him with eyes of passion. That was the moment I lost any authority I had over this big kid. Jaune took my chin in his hands, lifted my face up and slid his thick meaty thumb in my mouth with a smirk.

"Suck," Jaune commanded.

I wrapped my lips around his salty thumb and sucked on it hard. Jaune slid his thumb out of my mouth and tucked my hair between my ear while his other hand began unbuckling his belt.

At that moment, my husband walked in, making me yelp away from the school bully. My husband didn't see what was happening between the school bully and me. He just saw the two of us and excused himself, assuming I was in a private meeting with a student. How had I had completely forgotten that he was picking me up for lunch?

"Apologies," My husband said walking out the door. "Honey, I'll be outside in reception waiting for you."

"Looks like he's gonna be waiting a while," Jaune said to me as the door closed behind my husband.

Looking into the big bully's eyes, I took the initiative and unzipped his jeans. I leaned in to kiss Jaune again but was surprised when he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my face down to his crotch. I instinctively dropped to my knees and found my face being smothered in the crotch of his sweaty boxer briefs. It was warm down there, and this throbbing cock was ready to burst out of his underwear.

I looked up at the dominant white thug and pulled down his boxer briefs. His beer can-thick cock hit me in the face. It was at least 10". His balls were the size of small oranges. The heat from his cock blasted me in the face. There was nothing romantic about this. To Jaune, I was just another notch on his belt. For some reason, that made me wetter. Still, I was reacting without a plan. I didn't know what to do, what Jaune expected me to do. I fantasized about this moment time and again, yet as it was about to become a reality, I realized how inexperienced I was when it came to sex. I married my high school sweetheart after all.

"I...I don't..." I stammered as the white thug's big dick made its way closer to my face. Jaune shoved his monster cock into my mouth, getting about 1/4 of it in. He seemed disappointed with my lack of initiative. I wasn't trying to be a prude, but I knew at that moment my stock was plummeting in his eyes. I began to panic. Suddenly, being thought of as a disappointment by the muscled bully overwhelmed me. This was a completely foreign experience to me, and I was screwing it up royally.

"Geez, do you know how to suck a cock at all?" Jaune asked. His expression all but shouted that I was wasting his time.

"Nmmpphphhoooo..." I tried to respond with a mouth full of my student's beer-can cock.

"Fuck, just...do what I say," Jaune sighed. "I'll fuckin' make the best of this shit."

I felt heartbroken. His disapproval was a major punch in the gut. I wasn't going to get a second chance with this guy. I decided to be spontaneous in order to win the big bully's interest back. I pulled my mouth off his big cock. A large pop sound came out when my lips broke contact with his shaft.

"The fuck are you doing, bitch?" Jaune shouted with anger, yanking my head back with my hair in his meaty, thick hand.

I stood up, pulled back, yanked my bra off, pulled my panties down and lay on the couch. I invited Jaune to me with my finger, making him smile. Jaune kicked his sneakers off and pulled his jeans off before hovering on top of me. You couldn't have scrubbed the shit-eating grin off his face at that point. He was beaming as if he had just won a bet. I smiled at how I saved the situation and quickly turned things around.

I knew I was acting completely out of character at that moment, I knew it wasn't morally right, but I honestly didn't care. I looked into Jaune's eyes as he adjusted his body on top of mine. I felt the tip of his dick attempting to penetrate my tight little pussy. I was tight, and there was no way he was going to fit inside of me. I don't think he cared. He wasn't trying to shove his big cock inside of me with impatience. Rather, he was taking his time like a tiger playing with his prey. He was gliding his throbbing cock on the lips of my soaking wet tight pussy. The concept of the school bully moments away from shoving his big cock into an authority figure's forbidden-yet-sexy tight pussy was making us both hot. Without saying it, we both knew the objective was to eventually get the entirety of his massive cock inside of me.

"You're tight as fuck, bitch," Jaune commented. "I ain't ever seen anyone as wet as you before either." He was grinding into me and increasing the tempo and depth of his thrusts. More than just the head of his big cock was inside of me at that moment.

"You almost done, honey?" I heard my husband shout after knocking on the door. Fuck, I had forgotten he was waiting for me. That's how into the moment I was -- the man I married was waiting outside my office while I was being manhandled by the school bully's big cock.

"Just...wait...out....there...," I moaned as Jaune grinded into me harder.

"I'm...in...the...middle ...ooooof....something...really...really...biiiiiigggg..."

"What?!" My husband replied with confusion. "I'm coming in."

"NO!" I shouted before the door opened. "JUST....wait outside! Fuck!"

"Okay, okay, geez," My husband responded. "Uh, take your time, I guess."

"Ohhhh...fuuuuckkkkk...." I moaned out with my eyes closed.

When I opened them, Jaune was hovering over me, that cocky smirk on his face reminding me of how hypnotized I was by this "kid." I knew that he was going to milk the situation -- there's no way a 21-year-old with so much newfound power wouldn't. At that moment, I didn't care. My only goal was to get another inch of the school bully's big dick inside of me.

It wasn't until Jaune was completely inside of me that I remembered Jaune walking around my office earlier, specifically when he paused in front of my bookshelf. He was holding his iPhone before he got to the bookshelf, but when he sat on my desk, his hands were empty. I should have realized that a bully like him would have wanted bragging rights. I looked at the bookshelf and found the camera as my legs wrapped tightly around Jaune's ass. While that was happening, Jaune lunged into me horizontally, his body weight collapsing onto me. He grunted and thrust his pelvis one last time into mine aggressively. We were cumming together and not only was it caught on camera, but I was looking right at it during the "money shot," albeit unintentionally. The stream of cum that oozed out of my hole with his beer-can cock still inside of me was captured in HD. This sudden reality was hitting me as my orgasm wore off and Jaune pulled his still throbbing, cum-coated cock out of me. I looked up at him in horror.

He looked down at me with that cocky smirk.

And just like that, I melted in his presence again like a smitten girl. Except this time, I had my crush's cum oozing out of my about-to-be ruined pussy and onto my office couch.

"You bitches are all the same," Jaune said with a laugh as he put his jeans back on. Walking over to the bookshelf, Jaune picked up his phone and ran his fingers on the screen a few times, presumably to ensure what he intended to record was captured. The ear-to-ear smile on his face that suddenly appeared told me it was. Jaune looked up at me and gave me a wink before walking out of my office. The big bully came out of my office sweaty and buckled his belt. Upon seeing my husband in the reception area, he fleshed my husband a shit-eating grin and fired a finger-gun at him. My oblivious cuckold of a husband fired a finger gun back at the big bully. Jaune broke out in laughter as he exited the office area.

I should have been terrified about the consequences of what I had just done, but I knew Jaune wasn't going to cost me my job. I would be completely useless to him if I didn't retain the position I held at the school, so I felt 'safe.' I didn't know what Jaune was going to do with that footage, and for some reason, the concept of his power over me made me wet all over again. I got off the couch and put myself together before my husband knocked on the door again.