Groped Schoolgirl Complains to Head

"Tell me Cindy, what exactly is the problem?" the headmaster (principal) asked, showing all the concern of a caring listener -- a father figure home from home.

"I...I don't know how to say it, sir," Cindy replied standing there fidgeting in front of the headmaster's desk. She liked her school, if only the boys would leave her alone. As soon as she turned 18, it seemed the boys started to take notice of her. She was hoping to see out her last year at school before she went to college because on the whole the teachers were good but she didn't have many friends because she was shy and kept to the library to study. She needed to do well at school and go to college to help her family.

"Don't worry, just tell me what happened," he knew he had to be patient.

"Well...a boy touched me," she whispered. "He keeps touching me almost everyday. And some of his friends."

"A boy...

touched

you? Where?" the headmaster asked. "But please, speak a little louder. Ok?"

"On my bottom...and on my...breasts," Cindy said, a little louder, but her cheeks turned red. She was already nervous talking to the headmaster, her legs felt like jelly, and talking about this delicate matter made it worse for her.

"Hmmm. I see," he mused, his eyebrow raised in interest. He had feared the worst but this didn't sound as bad. Poor girl must be very delicate, he thought. He studied the nervous girl and pondered for a second. She was pretty with long flowing black hair with a fringe at the front. They

all

looked pretty in their navy blue skirt and teasingly see-through white blouse ever-so slightly revealing the cute bra underneath. Many of the older girls, especially in their final year at school liked to challenge the dress-code by wearing shorter than regulation length skirt, already pretending that they were older and at college. He had contemplated writing a letter to their parents but if they don't care, and the girls themselves don't mind exposing their smooth firm thighs or their knickers when they run, climb the stairs or sit down, then so be it.

Having come to some decision he got up from his chair and walked upto and behind Cindy.

"Did he touch you like this?" he brushed the young girl's bottom with the back of his hand.

"N...no," she replied, surprised at the headmaster's physical contact.

"Did he touch you like this?" he asked cupping one of her butt cheeks with his hand and squeezing the firm round arse that only a young teenager has; just bigger than a handful.

"No," she almost squeaked, even more surprised at the headmaster's action.

"Did he touch you like this?" this time he grabbed both her arse cheeks and rubbed his hands all over the roundness, feeling her knickers underneath her thin school skirt. He was enjoying playing this little game very much!

"N...no!" she gasped and clenched her arse cheeks, but still stood her ground, afraid to move away without been given permission.

The randy headmaster saw possibilities here; he took a deep breath and made a decision. "Did he lift your skirt and touched you here?" he said lifting her skirt from behind with one hand and rubbing his other hand all over her knickers. He smiled at the white knickers with little flowers printed all over. He was well pleased at coming up with this game and getting to see the young girl's knickers.

"Ahh! Sir!" Cindy squeaked and gasped. This time she DID try to move away but the headmaster, holding her skirt, prevented her from doing so.

"Did he touch you like this?" he repeated, still feeling her up under her skirt and now running his middle finger along her crack.

"Sir! No, not like that!" she said feeling really flustered. "He pushed a finger at me," she finally had the courage to clarify.

The headmaster was feeling really randy. He couldn't believe the opportunity that has come his way. Being a headmaster for 10years and a teacher before that, it's not easy being surrounded everyday by girls...and pretending not to be affected and trying to act professional. The number of times he has to wank in his private office to relieve himself is crazy. Touching up this seemingly innocent Cindy was too good a chance to waste. He continued to play dumb.

"Oh, he poked you here?" the sly headmaster lifted the front of Cindy's skirt and jabbed his middle finger on her pussy and slide it up and down her slit. His head spun with the liberties he was taking.

"Ohhh! No...no, Sir! Not in the front...in...in the back! He poked me in the back!" Cindy was now a bit flustered and frantic that she couldn't get herself to explain her problem. "Ohhh!" Cindy exclaimed at the new confusing tingly sensations from her pussy.

The headmaster was now kneeling in front of Cindy with his hand on her pussy whilst with the other hand lifting the front of her skirt. "Poked you here, like this?" he slid his hand right through between Cindy's legs, feeling her up all the way from the front to the back, and poked her in the arse through her knickers.

"Yikes!" she shrieked. "Yes! That's what he did, Sir! He poked me there!"

"I see," he said as if in deep thought but continued to stroke the girl between her legs and cupping her pussy, trying to think of a way to continue to molest her but looking as if he is trying to help her. As it happens she

herself

helped him.

"Ah! Oh! Sir!" the young girl gasped. This was the first time anyone, other than herself had touched her between her legs. It was feeling amazing...much better than when

she

rubbed herself. The feeling was just too good, she couldn't help but to move her hips to rub her pussy on the headmaster's hand.

"Did he touch you here?" the randy headmaster asked releasing the skirt and grabbing the girl's tit. Now he was rubbing her pussy under the skirt with one hand AND squeezing her small tit with the other.

"Y...yes!" she replied, breathing heavily.

But then she felt both his hands open her blouse and he was grabbing and groping her tits through her bra. Her tits spilled out and became exposed and he quickly bent over and latched onto her breasts one at a time with his mouth, sucking her nipples like a hungry animal. His hand now dived back under her skirt and this time

into

her knickers and was feeling up her naked cunt; his fingers felt the sparse growth of the teenager's soft pubic hair. The other arm went around her waist, holding her in place. All pretence was gone; his mind was fogged up with pure lust, his throbbing cock forcing his actions. He was finally realising his life-long fantasy.

Yes, how he had stared at the girls' chests watching their breasts develop to bigger breasts; those breasts pushing, pushing ever more on the blouse, eventually straining against the material, revealing the bra underneath in more detail. He noted the girls' bras changing from plain white bras to the lacy ones.

He quickly turned Cindy around and bent her over his desk, lifting her skirt and somehow pulling her knickers down in one smooth motion. Meanwhile he had pulled his cock out and lining up from behind, the steely rod was eagerly thrust deep into the girl's cunt.

"Yeeeik!" the girl shrieked with wide eyed shock and pain.

The headmaster didn't seem to be too concerned, he didn't say anything and simply held the girl's hips whilst holding himself deep inside, joined to the girl with his cock in her cunt. At least he had the presence of mind to remain welded together and not move for a while...to allow her to get used to her first penetration. She was wet from his molesting but her virgin pussy was by no means ready to be penetrated by an older man's cock.

But soon enough he was fucking her, revelling in the amazing sensations of the tightest cunt he had ever entered. He was lost, finally realising his dream of fucking one of these pretty bouncy 18year old girls that are ready to go to college that he sees everyday and torment his cock. Fucking his wife pretending that he was fucking one of these schoolgirls just didn't compare to the real thing he was now feeling and indulging in.

"Oooh! Ohhhh! Oooo!" the girl cried. Amazed and shocked at the strange new sensations coursing through her body, and especially around her cunt. Feeling helpless and powerless she abandoned herself to the headmaster's fucking.

All of a sudden she felt his cock go even harder and longer and then felt warm liquid flood her pussy. Yes, the headmaster erupted with a blast of some force.

"UNGH!" he grunted, thrusting away rapidly like a dog in heat; jerking and spasming and squirting his semen in powerful jets one after the other until there was no more. His cock pulsating in wave after wave of euphoric climax, realising and releasing that life-long pent up desire in this one glorious overpowering act. When emptied he collapsed on the back of the girl to recover his breath, squashing her to his desk with his weight; feeling her young body's warmth.

Eventually, after zipping himself up he cleaned the girl's pussy with tissues. Continuing to touch her intimately whilst he cleaned her he was elated that he was finally able to see one of those sexy schoolgirl's pussies. Eventually he pulled up her knickers and thoughtfully left a wad of tissues in the gusset to catch the dripping cum from her pussy. He tucked her small breasts back in her bra and buttoned up her blouse. Lastly he reached under her skirt and tugged at the blouse from the front and back to smarten her up. When the girl was decent he finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"I assume he didn't poke you like how I just showed you. So if the boy just did this..." he goosed the girl with his middle finger and squeezed one of her breasts, making her flinch, "...then that's nothing to worry about. It means the boy is only curious about a girl's body, it's only natural, and that he likes you. This IS a school and so he is just trying to learn. So don't worry. Now, off you go," he said, kissing her on her lips and patting the girl's bottom.

He dismissed the baffled girl, who walked out of his office on unsteady legs, having just lost her virginity to the randy headmaster and not really getting her problem resolved.

The smug headmaster sat comfortably in his large padded office chair and watched the girl leave sporting a wide contented grin on his face.

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The next day, as the headmaster sat behind his desk, his office door burst open.

"Mrs Simpson, I told you I'm busy..." he said in a gruff, but as he looked up his face dropped.

Two burly police officers barged in and his face no longer sported a smug smile of yesterday.

The End