"Jobs, Blow and Otherwise"

Starring moronic minx, Bunnie Mounts in:
"Jobs, Blow and Otherwise"
Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur
Edited by Victor C. Nathan


"I'm going, Mom!" big-breasted, eighteen-year-old Bunnie Mounts
shouted up the stairs to her mother as she barely buttoned her
inadequate jacket over her oversized feminine girl glands and grabbed
her books from the hall table in preparation for leaving to go to
school, thankful that she had a pair of juggernaut juggers that
managed to convince most of her male teachers to overlook her failing
grades and give her passing marks. "I want to get that job helping
out in the principal's office today! I'm going to beat out the
competition and get there early! Tee hee! Like they say, 'The early
bird catches the sperm!' Hee hee! I think that's how it goes! I'm
leaving, Mommy! Wheeeeee! I'm getting a fucking jobbie!"

"Good luck, sweetie!" Bunnie's mother called out in response, moaning
evident in her voice as it drifted down the staircase, the sounds of
her hefty honkers smacking against her chin, echoing in loud fleshy
slaps as she fucked hard upon the mattress. "I hope you get the job!
Ohhhhhhhhh, shit! Just try not to act like a fucking idiot when
Principal Johnson is interviewing you! Say as little as you can,
Bunnie, and let those big boobies do your talking for you! Like I
always told you, use those titan titties you got and you can get
anything you want in life! Don't let nobody stop ya, bitch! Hee hee!
I'm fucking your Algebra teacher, Mr. Clinton, right now! Ohhhhhhhh,
Willie, that feels good as fuck! Ohhhhhhh! But baby, you may just
graduate high school after all!"

"Tee hee! Thanks, Mom! And make sure you suck his dick really good
too! Mr. Clinton sure likes it when I suck his dick after class! Tee
hee! And swallow too! He likes that shit too! I'm leaving, Mommy!
Wheeeeee! Wee wee! Wee wee! I sure do love ya! Getcha some, Mommy
Whore! Hee hee hee!" Bunnie called out as she passed through the
door, bouncing, bodacious bazoom boobies a-ramblin' as she slammed
the door loudly behind her, not completely confident as her addled
mind barely strung together any coherent thoughts at all.

Arriving at the school about fifteen minutes later, pretty, red-
haired, empty-headed and nearly functionally illiterate Bunnie, who
had fucked instead of studied her way through high school, strode
purposefully in the direction of Principal Johnson's office, her
huge, basketball-sized hooters bouncing freely as she went, garnering
the interest of every male student she passed, their respective eyes
nearly bulging from their heads as they took in her immense
proportions, their cocks leaping to attention and straining against
their pants as her boom booms bobbed seductively, bobbling, wobbling,
quivering and fucking shivering with every step she took. Busty
Bunnie Mounts walked fast, carrying her whopping swells with her down
the hall with speed and some sort of off-balance grace. Bunnie, her
boobs heaving happily, was determined to be first in line to be
interviewed for the job.

Bunnie's parents had fallen on hard times of late and there wasn't
much money to spare after all the expenses were paid. Bunnie's father
had split, leaving the family behind, but occasionally sent them a
meager check from his factory job in another city when he wasn't
gambling his money away or paying for cheap, chesty, charm-laden call
girls. Bunnie's mother, gargantuan-gazongaed Gertrude, who frequently
worried about her ditzy and dim-witted daughter's future, had taken
to using her big titties and great ass to lure Bunnie's male teachers
into bed. At this moment, her mam-heavy minx of a mother was getting
boned by her Algebra teacher, Mr. Clinton. Mr. Clinton was a man who
had been involved in myriad scandals at the school and had lied to
the school board numerous times after having been chased from his
previous teaching position because of sexual harassment allegations
from several stacked female students. He was now just one more sleazy
addition to the teaching staff of Taft and Adams High School, a place
where sexual harassment was not much of an issue, and where heavy and
engorged hooters and hungry pussies were never in short supply.

Gertrude had been fucking Willie Clinton and many other T&A teachers
often enough to ensure Bunnie a low passing grade so that she would
actually be able to graduate high school instead of being required to
attend for another year. Not that the horny and buxom-breasted Bunnie
minded, however. The lame-brained, bodice-busting beauty would have
been quite content to fuck football players, baseball players,
lacrosse players and male teachers for another year, letting them
suck her heavenly huge hooters and shove their wee wees uncaringly
into her always accommodating cunny slot. The boys at school didn't
call her "Bunnie Mountains" for nothing.

But if Bunnie was going to have new clothes, new special order Buxsom
brand bras to squeeze her knockers inside of, a new four cylinder
battery-operated boyfriend, and also keep her piece of shit car on
the road, she was going to have to find some sort of employment. So
getting the job in Principal Johnson's office at the school would be
perfect and she was determined that it would be hers, whatever it
took to obtain it, even if it meant using her monstrously mammoth
mams to make up for her lack of any real brains or ability. Besides,
she hated the fact that her mother, Gertrude, had had to resort to
prostitution to pay the bills. The balloon-boobed 42-year-old spent a
few nights in the red light district every week and had an impressive
list of regular johns who loved sampling her overstuffed chest and
overfucked pussy. Thankfully, her pimp was a mild-mannered man and
avowed pacifist who supported Amnesty International, when he wasn't
busy truckling to left-wing dictatorships throughout the world. In
spite of this, or perhaps because of it, he often dated the Taft and
Adams High School vice principal, the insanely stacked, mountain-
breasted Marsha Knockersfield whose tits he loved to nurse at like a
ravenous infant.

Knocking sharply on the door to the principal's office using her bra-
clad left bazoom, Bunnie giggled at her own silliness as she heard
Johnson's deep voice instructing her to enter. Turning the knob and
opening the door, the moronically massive mountain-titted Miss Mounts
smiled sweetly at the principal and wished him a good morning.

"How can I help you, Busty.....er......Bunnie?" he asked her, rising
to his feet, his eyes riveted to her enormous boobage, taking in the
swell of her breathtakingly deep cleavage and the bumps in her blouse
caused by her large and erect nipples.

"Ouch, Mr. Johnson!" came a voice from under the desk as a very young
and very top-heavy girl rose to her feet, straightening her clothing
as she did so, pushing one of her enormous and exposed breasts back
into her bountiful boulder holder. "You nearly knocked me over when
you stood up and I just about bit your dick off! What the hell?"

"Run along now, Sharon," the principal told the girl off-handedly as
he smacked one of her titties with an open palm and then adjusted his
own clothing and raised the fly on his trousers. "You don't want to
be late for freshman orientation."

"Education is so important, don't you think, Bunnie?" the principal
asked rhetorically as the pretty young female student burst into
tears and fled the room after being dismissed so coldly, her jugs
jarring wildly as she fled from the tawdry authority figure. "I think
molding young minds is the most important job anyone can do. Sharon's
a nice girl, but a bit wild. Last time she came to my office, she
wanted to be handcuffed to the desk while I came on her face. Now,
where were we? What can I do to you, er, I mean, for your tits?"

"Well," bust-heavy Bunnie responded with a giggle, amused that the
principal's eyes had not yet risen from her bouncy boobies to her
face. "I'm here to apply for that secretary's helper job. I need to
earn some extra money and, tee hee, I thought this job would be
perfet, uh, perfat, I mean, tee hee, good and shit."

"Sit down, Bunnie, and let's talk then," Principal Johnson instructed
her with phony and self-interested warmth, pointing to one of the two
chairs that were on the opposite side of the desk from his own,
yearning to paw at her pert and perfect pouty puppies that her blouse
barely constrained.

Instead of returning to his own chair, he took a seat in the chair
beside hers, his eyes still on her late teenaged breasts as he felt a
slight stirring in his loins. Bunnie sat down and crossed her shapely
legs, sitting very erect with her huge chest standing proudly in
front of her, rising and falling provocatively with every inhalation
and exhalation of air.

"Now, I must ask you a few questions, Bunnie, and please answer me as
honestly as you can, unless you are too motherfucking stupid to
answer them," the principal told her with a deadpan expression as he
reached out and stroked one of her large, pert and percolating
breasts with the back of his right hand. "How many words a minute can
you type?"

"Oh, I can't type at all, Principal Johnson! Tee hee hee!" Bunnie
replied, watching his hand as it caressed her breast, kneading the
lovely flesh like cookie dough, as she felt a familiar stirring in
her own nether regions, her pussy growing wet and needy. "I always
have to get my mom to type my papers for school. I'm hopeless, tee
hee. I can't spell shit. S-H......tee hee, and that's all I fucking
know!"

"I see," Principal Johnson said absent-mindedly, his entire attention
focused almost exclusively on Bunnie's triple H cup breasts as they
thrust out so tantalizingly from the front of her blouse that he just
couldn't help himself. "How about dictation? Are you any good at
that?"

"Why no, sir," Bunnie replied with a deep sigh as the principal
reached out shamelessly with both hands to begin unbuttoning the
buttons down the front of her barely bust-encasing blouse. "I never
did get the hang of dictation. I mean, I have the 'dick' part down
pat, but I always got stuck on the 'tation.' Hee hee. What the fuck
is 'tation' anyway? I mean, I could take the shortarm okay, but once
I was done, I couldn't read it back, tee hee hee. I got an F in that
fucking course. I could have sucked and fucked my way into a passing
grade, but I had a female teacher for that semester. I hate it when
that happens because my parents always get bent out of shape about my
poor grades. I mean, they wanted me to put my studying ahead of
playing with a nice long hard-on? Isn't that silly, Mr. Johnson?"

"Hmmm, I see," replied the prurient principal, undoing the last
button, shoving the blouse open roughly and leaning forward to press
his face into the canyon of cleavage now exposed to his view, held
back by the dam of her unbreakable brassiere. "I might be able to
help you with that, Bunnie. Students who cooperate with me get some
of the highest grades in the school. As a matter of fact, most of our
senior girls will be getting into good colleges, thanks to me. It's
amazing what a little 'one on one attention' can do for a student
with a nice big rack. When my dick goes in, good grades go out. When
you fuck, grades go up. That's a motherfucking fact, bitch."

"How about computer skills?" Ron Johnson asked her, returning to the
task at hand as his hand fished inside her knock covers, yanking on
her flesh. "Can you use the internet to do research, or download
different things I ask you to find?"

"Gee, I didn't do so well in computer class either," Bunnie admitted
with a childish giggle, cooing as Johnson played with her perky,
heavy twins. "I think I only passed that class with a D because I
fucked Mr. Dorkins after school for a week before report cards came
out, tee hee. If I hadn't fucked him, I probably would have had
another F. Any other questions you want to ask me, Mr. Johnson?"

Principal Johnson grinned arrogantly as he reached behind Bunnie to
unhook the hooks and eyes that held the two sides of her brassiere
together, pushing the straps down her arms until her breasts were
fully exposed to his gaze and the bra was resting in her lap.

"Do you know how to make coffee, Bunnie?" he asked hopefully,
wondering how this girl had managed to stay in school this long with
marks as low as hers always were, despite the glorious nature of her
girthy, weighty, wonderful globular glands. She was a sweet girl, he
thought to himself, but vacuous, yet horny as fuck. "Please tell me
that you can at least do that much."

Leaning forward, Ron Johnson opened his mouth just enough to capture
one of her erect, pretty pink nipples and areola between his lips,
drawing on her with such force that Bunnie Mounts felt an immediate
dampening in her panties, a wave of sexual longing giving her a
strong tingle in her pussy that reverberated through the entire lower
half of her perfectly sculpted body.

"Ohhhhhhh, Principal Johnson," the brain-dead, ditzy dimwit dunce of
tittie terrificness moaned out loud as the compromised authority
figure used his hand to tweak and fondle the nipple of her other
breast, pinching her, rubbing her nipple hard-on between thumb and
forefinger until Bunnie felt pleasure so intense that she wasn't sure
she could stand it. "I can't make a good cup of coffee to save my
fucking life, tee hee. My mother says my coffee is so thick you could
stand a spoon up in it. It's
und.......undr.......undrin....er....it's bad. That's what everybody
tells me, tee hee. That feels yummy, Principal Johnson, tee hee."

Johnson removed his mouth from Bunnie's shivering breast to look up
into her face sadly and with realistic regret. "It seems you have
none of the skills I'm looking for, sweetie," he told her
regretfully, thinking of all the pleasure he'd be missing by not
having Bunnie's huge titties at his regular disposal. "I am afraid
I'm going to have to turn you down for this job. I need someone with
some office skills."

"Well," said Bunnie with a naughty wink, squealing as she got her
whoppers sucked fucking good. "If you want skill, I'll show you
skill, fuck, fuck, fucker, tee hee. The boys in my class always tell
me I'm the best cocksucking whore they've ever seen before. Isn't
that romantic? Wee wee! Wee wee! I sure do love ya!"

Without further ado, Bunnie dropped to her knees, her huge, fleshy
funbags pressing up against the principal's legs as she unfastened
the button at the top of his suit pants and lowered the zipper. That
was enough for his large pecker to spring up hopefully in her
direction, her nimble fingers quickly extracting his cock and balls
from his boxer shorts with all the expertise and eagerness of a young
girl with much experience in this department. Bunnie was a whore in
her prime.

"There he is!" the addled, empty-headed broad squealed in delight,
always happy to have a stiff one in her hands and her big
motherfucking boobies free as motherfucking flailing fucking
shit. "Come here, you big, sweet wee wee, you. Come to Bunnie. She's
going to give you sucky sucky, tee hee hee. I just love this fucking
shit."

"Oh, Bunnie," Principal Johnson moaned, his oversized flagpole
immediately rising to full mast at her touch, her beautiful bazooms
brushing the hair on his legs and causing his libido to rise to a
fever pitch. "Oh, yes! Stroke my big fucking cock, you big-tittied
whore!"

Taking his rigid mantool in both of her dainty hands, Bunnie held it
up and reached out with her tongue to tickle his balls teasingly,
flicking them gently with the tip of her tongue, lapping at them like
a kitten with a bowl of milk, her jumbo juggies jarring cutely.

"Tee hee hee," Bunnie giggled softly, enjoying herself immensely as
she put her talented tongue and mouth to work on his big cock and
balls. "I wish app......appl......apply....er.....trying to get a job
was always this much fun."

"Oh, yesssssssssssss," Principal Johnson moaned from between clenched
teeth, his lips pursed, trying not to cry aloud lest it bring his
secretary running in from her adjacent office as the bra-filling
bimbo before him sucked his dick. "Oh, that feels so fucking good to
my balls! Hurry up and get sucking, you fucking little slut!"

"Gee whiz, I love it when a man talks all sweet to me," Bunnie
sighed, washing his large gonads with her tongue as she pressed
several fingers tightly around one of her sharp pebbly nipples,
pulling the pointy protrusion as she lapped gingerly at his swinging
sack. "Most of the boys call me either a bitch, a slut or a
cocksucker and I'm always so flattered. Isn't that nice of them?"

Bunnie's tongue flicked out unmercifully, teasing, coaxing, tickling
his balls until he thought he couldn't stand the pleasure for even a
second longer. When she finally opened wide and took one of his balls
into her mouth, sucking it hungrily, he really wondered for a moment
whether or not he had actually died and gone to heaven and if this
gutter slut with the massive milk wagons could possibly be a naughty
angel.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" was all he could utter, his hands reaching down to
knead her big hooters and tweak her sensitive nipples playfully while
she kept up her oral assault on his large, dangling
nutsack. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Holy fucking shit, you're driving me crazy,
you little fucking whore!"

"You like?" the fellating Mounts asked him with a naughty wink after
she had finally let his testicle fall from her mouth and he had begun
an even more aggressive assault on her ample watermelon tit trophies
that weighed her chest down with their abundance. "Does that feel
good, Mr. Johnson? Tee hee hee, I'm playing with Mr. Johnson's
johnson. I'm a poet and I don't even know it, tee hee hee."

"Do I like it?" the randy Ron asked in stunned amazement that the
answer wasn't already patently obvious as he unfeelingly felt her fun
sacks of sexual tittieness. "Is the pope Catholic?"

"Gee, I think he is, Mr. Johnson," Bunnie responded earnestly and
with childlike innocence, almost letting out a scream as he roughly
fondled the shit out of her bobbly boobiebags. "Want me to go look it
up for you?"

"No, that's okay," he told her, releasing her rack, amazed at her
obvious lack of knowledge, but still wanting so much to feel the
pleasures that she offered so inanely. "How be you just shut the fuck
up and suck my big motherfucking cock instead, you cum-guzzling
gutter slut."

"Well, I'd be happy to give you some sucky sucky if you repay me with
a little fucky fucky, tee hee. I mean, hee hee, it's almost like a
trade-on," Bunnie spoke excitedly, eager to have his big male organ
in her mouth and pussy, and possibly between her bitchin', bouncin'
boobaloozas. "Does that sound okay to you?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssssss!" Principal Johnson cried out as
Bunnie opened her mouth wide, devouring every fucking inch of him
ravenously, his warrior wee wee head poking the back of her throat,
his balls slapping rhythmically against her chin and his hands
returning reflexively to the swollen chest that had caused his cock
to swell so large in the first place. "Ohhhhhh, my fucking shit! Suck
my big motherfucking dick, you tawdry little trollop! Suck it!
Fucking suck that motherfucking fucker, you fucking huge-honkered
fucking, ohhhhhhhhh, fucking fucker!"

Sticking her tongue out, Bunnie flicked at his urethral orifice with
it, swirling her girly tongue around inside the opening until he was
almost begging to be relieved of the jism building up in the tube of
his big trouser snake and wanting to squirt every ounce of it down
the gullet of his new favorite stacked student.

Letting Mr. Johnson's cock slip from her mouth, Bunnie flicked at the
underside of the shaft, near the head, stroking it with her tongue
until he was bucking beneath her touch, driven almost frantic with
his need for completion and containing her chest trophies in what
could only be described as a violent vice grip. But Bunnie definitely
wasn't done yet. Lapping at the spongy mushroom crown of his wee wee,
Bunnie tongued the entire length and girth of him, kissing here,
licking there, until he truly feared going mad with pleasure, and
then she playfully scratched his nutsack with her left boob's pointy
nipple, which looked sharp enough to cut through glass by this point.

"Kissy kissy, licky licky," the red-headed, single digit IQ chick
whose only claim to fame was her legendary set of titsie twins,
rhymed innocently. "This is sure some great fucking shit, Principal
Johnson. I just love the taste of a big ol' slab of manmeat, tee hee
hee."

Sensing that ol' Ron wouldn't last much longer under her tender
assault, Bunnie once more opened wide and swallowed him down, gagging
slightly as he hit the uvula at the back of her throat. Dragging her
teeth gently along the shaft of his wee wee, she swallowed him again,
repeating the motion several times until he was literally begging
her, pleading with the tittie-gifted girl to let him finish.

"Oh, make me come, make me come, you big-boobied bimbo!" Principal
Ronald R. Johnson shouted out, no longer caring who heard him,
desperate for his release and needing to make the jism fly out of his
wee wee. Frantically squeezing and kneading her giant mammary melons,
his fingers twisted Bunnie's nipples, causing the slutty stacked
student to cry out, but unable to, her mouth filled to capacity with
his dick.

"Mmmmpphhhh! Mmmpphhhhhh!" was all she could utter.

"Suck me! Suck me! Suck my big fucking dick!" the principal pleaded
with her, her ministrations causing pleasure so intense that it was
akin to pain, a pain that he was not sure he wanted to end, so
exquisite were the sensations that her tongue applied to his rampant,
rock-hard rod were creating. "Oh, shit, suck meeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, Jumbo
Jugs, I want to squirt all that sticky shit down your fucking throat!"

Always an obliging sort, Bunnie pressed her lips tightly around the
circumference of his cock and sucked with enough force that Principal
Johnson feared she would extract his innards through his urinary
tract. Her pretty red-haired head bobbed back and forth, up and down
in his lap as he thrust in unison, her frenzied sucking bringing him
ever closer to the brink as her potential milk-makers beat like heavy
slapping weights into his legs, the stretchy skin jouncing and
hitting him heavily.

A second later, Bunnie removed her mouth from his dribbling cock and
looked up at Principal Johnson sweetly, holding both of her
unashamedly naked bags of breast tissue up towards him like some kind
of naughty offering.

"Could you let me know when you're gonna come, Mr. Johnson? I mean, I
have a really sore throat and it hurts when I swallow. You can come
on my face or something, but not in my mouth, okay?"

"You have my word, you big-tittied vixen. Now get back to work and
suck my big motherfucking cock! That's an order, dimwit!"

Bunnie did as she was instructed and Ron Johnson soon realized that
it was only a matter of seconds before their sex act achieved
fruition. Principal Johnson removed one of his hands from its spot on
her breast and reached up quickly, pinching Bunnie's nose closed
before allowing himself to finally reach nirvana, jizzing like a
madman at last. With his other hand, he grabbed Bunnie by the back of
her head and forced it forward so that she was unable to move from
that position. The forcefully pent-up jism ricocheted hard from the
tip of his wee wee, wafting and exploding against the back of the
young girl's throat and, with her nose held shut, all Bunnie could do
was splutter as his copious load overflowed her mouth, ran down her
esophagus, leaving her with no choice but to either swallow, or
aspirate and suffocate. Squirt after squirt, she swallowed hungrily,
despite being nearly to the point of needing to gasp for air.
Finally, when he was at last spent, Ron released his grip on Bunnie's
nostrils and she inhaled hungrily.

"Hey, you made me swallow," Bunnie snapped in an annoyed tone,
seeming for the first time to use her brain more than her boobs as
she looked up at the uncaring Ron. "You told me that you wouldn't."

"I'm sorry about that, Bunnie, I really am," the principal apologized
profusely, pawing at her quivering, shivering tittie bombs as he
wiped his jizz onto her cheek disrespectfully. "I didn't mean to be
disrespectful. I have a lot of respect for you. I respect the fuck
out of your big motherfucking knockers. Your dick-sucking deserves at
least an A plus, and if you came to my office more often, I'm sure we
could get you up to at least a B average before the school year's up."

"Tee hee hee," Bunnie giggled, licking the stray cum from her lips
and chin where it had fallen and then lapping his wee wee clean of
all excretions. "Lots of the boys I'm with do that to make sure I'll
swallow. I always tell them that they don't need to cause I love wee
wee juice. I mean, it's just so yummy to my tummy, you know? And it
was really nice of you to support my head like that, tee hee."

"Well, I must say, you're a pretty good sport, Bunnie. And a very
sweet young lady. Could you stand up, please?"

With a questioning look on her face, Bunnie did as she was told and
stood up, her large tittie balloons swaying from side to side as she
did so, once more capturing the principal's intense gaze.

"Now, turn around," Johnson demanded, taking hold of her shoulders
and forcing her to face the other direction, towards his big oak desk
with its covering of papers and office supplies, her knockers
catching up with the mammaried Mounts as she spun around. "Now bend
over and put your hands on the desk and get that big round ass of
yours in the air."

Doing as she was instructed, Bunnie tilted her head to the side and
glanced backwards, seeing that Principal Johnson's penis was once
more standing at full attention. Pulling her skirt up, the principal
grabbed her panties by their waistband and, too eager to even pull
them down, he ripped them from her body in one swift movement,
tossing them aside and resting his hands on either side of her now
bare bottom.

"Are you going to stick your big dick in me?" Bunnie asked, smiling
sweetly at him, her firm young ass in the air, her legs slightly
parted to give her a stable stance and her giant set of juggies
swinging like pendulums as they scrubbed their squeaky delight
against the wood of the desktop. "Are you going to stick your big
dick in my pussy?"

"Do you want me to, Busty?" the erect principal asked, not bothering
to wait for Bunnie's answer or even caring what it would be as he
squeezed her plump buttocks, massaging the softness of her round and
perfectly sculpted bottom, ignoring her flawless fucking wobbly boom
booms for a brief moment as they dangled unencased.

Using thumb and forefinger to separate her inner labia, the well-hung
Johnson placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Bunnie's
vaginal sheath and with a loud grunt, rammed it home, shoving it
roughly into her up to the hilt, his gonads slapping at the back of
her legs, tickling her enough to cause the dumb and overendowed
knocker queen to giggle like a idiot.

"Oh, I want ya to, I want ya to!" Bunnie cried, her tight young cunny
hugging the contours of his big dick like a glove and Ron white-
knuckled her tipsy tee tees until he was sure that he must be hurting
her bazooms. "My pussy wants fucky fucky! Fuck me with your big
fucking fuckstick! I want it, I want it! Pussy's fucky hungry!
Ohhhhhhh!"

Withdrawing almost completely, he drove his wee wee home for a second
time, giving the lithe and lusciously fulsome full-figured young
woman beneath him a resounding slap on the ass as he did so, leaving
a red welt of a hand print on her right buttock before returning his
large hands to Bunnie's even larger swinging sweat glands.

"Oh, I'm such a naughty little fucker! Spank me, spank me!" Bunnie
Mounts shrieked as the principal withdrew and drove inside her for a
third time, filling her snug slot to capacity and causing her breasts
to sway to and fro beneath her, slapping together and then flying
wildly from side to side, occasionally smacking her on the underside
of her chin. "Spank your little naughty fucker! Oh, yesssssssss!
Fucky! Fucky!"

Grabbing hold of the unintelligent balloon-bazoomed trollop's wide
hips with both hands, Ron pummeled her repeatedly, ramming into her
so deeply and so swiftly that the friction on his male member drove
Johnson's johnson to new heights of carnal bliss. Ol' Ronnie loved
the young ones, and frequently held large-honkered female students
after dismissal in order to have his way with them, plunging his
penis selfishly into their ripe and ready pussies. He just thought of
it as one of the perks of his job. This was Principal Johnson's first
time actually penetrating Miss Bunnie Mounts, but he now knew without
a doubt that it would not be his last.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ram your big dick in me! Pummel my pussy!
Ohhhhhhh, yesssssss! Pound my cer......er......cerv.........uhhhhhhh.
Pound my pussy! Give all of wee wee to me!" Bunnie screamed as her
fuckbuddy banged into her so furiously that he nearly drove the top
of her red head into the desk a few times and made her boobie baggage
roughly squeak even louder against the slick waxed wood of the
surface she straddled. "I gave good sucky, now I get good fucky! Tee
hee hee! I love this shit!"

Bunnie waggled her cute pudgy ass and tried to move in his direction,
matching her movements to his rhythm, meeting his every thrust with
one of her own. She could feel the high school principal's heavy
breathing on the back of her neck, flinching when he reached around
beneath her yet again and twisted her nipples roughly, eliciting a
little yelp of pain from her as he did so.

"Mommy always told me to have safe sex, Mr. Johnson. So I guess I
better hold onto the desk so I don't fall over," Bunnie told him
seriously, a tear forming in her eye as Ron twisted and pulled her
erect nipples so hard that she felt a shooting pain course like a
current through her grown up girly jiggle bags, the extent of the
principal's thoughtlessness evident in the hurt she felt. But Bunnie
sort of enjoyed it too. "By the way, I was looking at the stuff on
your desk. I like Brianna Banks too. Tee hee. Don't you think she's
pretty? Here's a letter, ohhhhhhh, shit, from your lawyer. What does
statutory mean? Is that the statue of the lady with the torch in New
Hampshire?"

"Never you mind that, you little red-headed whore," Ron managed to
say between labored breaths, totally ignoring her words, his heart
pounding painfully in his chest as he drove into her like a velvet
jackhammer, his big balls ready to explode at a moment's notice, the
baby batter Bunnie so craved now beginning to fill the tube of his
cock. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, you little bitch."

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, exerting himself so much that he was
developing a line of sweat on his forehead and upper lip, so close to
Bunnie that there was only a thin veneer of perspiration separating
their two bodies as they melded into one. They were two horny, needy
people lost in the throes of lascivious physicality, unmindful of
anything going on around them, conjoining a penis and a vagina, as
well as Bunnie's great tits and ass, in the dance of lust. "Uh! Uh!
Uh!"

"Oh, wee wee me! Wee wee me! Wee wee my little cunny!" Bunnie ordered
him, Ron's forceful thrusts from behind forcing her to use one of her
arms to brace herself against the edge of his sturdy desk. With her
free hand, the horny high school incompetent reached down, finding
her feminine nub, working it with a circular motion that, combined
with his cock ramming into her pussy and his hands pulling her boobie
twins' naughty nipples as hard as fucking shit, created such a sexual
turn-on that she knew her orgasm would be forceful and amazing. "Oh,
I love my little clitty witty! Oh, yes, I do! Rub a dub, rub a dub,
give my nub a good old rub, tee hee!"

Bunnie knew that Mr. Johnson's own orgasm was imminent, though she
didn't know what imminent meant, and she welcomed it, since she
didn't feel that she could hold her own back for much longer. The
principal was greedily mauling her dirty pillows by this point and
Bunnie was loving the combination of sexy sensations.

"Dick me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Mr. Johnson, fuck meeeeeeeeee! Oh,
fucky! Oh, fucky me! Wheeeeeee!"

And Mr. Johnson surely did. A few more thrusts and he could feel his
hot seed exit forcefully from the head of his wee wee and splatter
her insides with the jet spray of his jism. His penis pulsed,
shooting load after load into her willing pussy, filling her to
capacity and beyond, the leftover semen slipping out of the minute
space between her body and his, running down her legs and pooling on
the plush carpet at their feet.

Finally spent, Ron continued to ram his stalk in and out of her until
he could feel Bunnie's body jerk and knew that she too was achieving
her completion. The bosomy young cheerleader's nether regions felt to
her as though they were on fire and melting. Her vaginal walls
vibrated with the force of her orgasm and left her feeling weak and
dizzy. Jolts of pure sexual joy coursed through her entire voluptuous
body, leaving her tingling as though she had just touched her hand to
an electrical appliance not correctly grounded. And Bunnie felt like
both of her knockers and their respective nipples were probably as
red as beets from Johnson's digital assault on them, stretching the
skin of her jaunting and jouncing juggies beyond what they could
ordinarily endure.

"Holy fucking shit, Mr. Johnson! That was a doozy of a fucky!" Bunnie
managed to get out between ragged breaths, her heart pounding like a
racehorse, her body at last sated and relaxed, her topsy turvy
titties sore.

Principal Johnson reached around her to fondle her fleshy tit
balloons one last time, giving them a parting squashing, then allowed
himself to slip from her body with a wet popping noise, both of them
straightening up and wiping sweat from their individual brows.

"You are a very talented young woman, Bunnie," the principal told her
sincerely as he reached for his discarded clothing and began to
dress, still eyeing her disproportionately cartoonish mounds of
bazoom tissue and thinking that they seemed like they should belong
to a seductive sexpot comic book character instead of to an actual
living and breathing female. "I enjoyed myself immensely. And really,
that's all that matters."

"I wish you'd give me the job, Mr. Johnson," Bunnie pleaded, turning
her big doe eyes in his direction and batting her eyelashes at him as
she then moved her shoulders only slightly, causing both of her tart
teenaged watermelon boobies to pitch back and forth upon her chest
and shoulders heavily and majestically, frightening in their sheer
weight and circumference. "I really need the extra money, and I'll
try to do a good job, really I will. I know I don't have many
talents, Mr. Johnson. But I could let you play with these big fuckers
any time you wanted, and I'd suck you and fuck you at least once a
day. Please, please, pleeaaaaaase give me a chance."

"Well, I guess when you put it that way, how could I refuse?" the
principal asked her, pulling on his trousers and raising the zipper
and then placing a hand upon each of Bunnie's colossal cans,
squashing her mammaries yet again in his grasp and now almost sure
that he would leave a few red marks on her jugs by the time he was
done playing with her meaty cantaloupes. "It would seem that you are
very well qualified for the job after all. I mean, you have two great
qualifications right here, don't you? You start in the morning."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Johnson! You don't know how
much this means to me! How can I ever repay you?"

"I can think of one way," the head of Taft and Adams High told her,
smiling his trademark shark grin at her hopefully as he lowered his
zipper, allowing his trousers to drop to the floor as he sat down in
his big desk chair. "How would you like to come and sit on my lap,
little girl?"

"And get something straight between us?" Bunnie Mounts snickered
babyishly, moving in his direction, her heavy sacks of tit jumping
back and forth as she stepped seductively towards the ethically
challenged principal, wagging her big round fanny like a naughty minx
and exaggerating the quakes that built and rumbled through the two
gelatin-like globs of fabulous flesh that made her upper body weigh
so much.

"Oh, that's a given," he replied, beaming as the very naked young
girl climbed upon his lap, the swell of him poking against her bare
ass as his hands slid beneath her arms and encircled her tossing
titties. "In fact, it's pretty fucking straight already."

"I just have one question, Mr. Johnson," Bunnie queried in a child-
like voice as she felt the bulge in his pants with her left hand and
Johnson's hands felt her own two bulges. "How much do I get paid?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Ron laughed in a dismissive tone as he
dug both hands into the mysterious Bermuda Triangle depth that was
her cleavage, eagerly fondling the insides of her overwrought
boobs. "Hmmmmm. How does a nice shiny pearl necklace sound?"

"Oh, motherfucking shit, yeah, Mr. Johnson!" Bunnie screamed with her
thrilled excitement as she unzipped the principal's fly and worked
her hand inside his pants, cooing from the ministrations being
inflicted upon her twin set of suck toys that he tugged and explored
intimately with his hands. "I can't fucking believe it! Yesterday, I
didn't have a motherfucking cent and now I'm gonna be rich! Oh,
goody! Necklaces and jewelry and shit! I love this job!
Wheeeeeeeeeee! I'm a fucking big-tittied career whore! Oh, I can't
wait to tell Mommy! She's gonna be so fucking proud of me!"


THE END