Schoolgirl, Part Two [Mf]

[Part one was removed when I linked this second installment. Working to put it back up.]

Finally tired of waiting, Aly gave a big, pathetic hiccup, wiping non-tears from her eyes. Looking over, Mr. Hale instantly cursed.

"Aly – shit!" he hissed, pulling her close and grabbing her shirt to pull it back up over her exposed body. But he seemed to forget the weight of a solid D-cup. Aly silently thrilled as he fumbled, his hand making full contact with the underside of her breast. She gave a fake gasp as he tried to hook his fingers into her neckline, inadvertently jiggling her and eventually giving up in absolute horror of himself. "Aly, I… fuck. I'm so sorry. Please fix yourself," he murmured.

Her panties now just as wet as her top, she did. But by the time they began walking again, they noticed they were no longer alone in the hall.

About three yards away stood Vice Principal Hilbrandt and a cop, both freshly exited from the front office. They both stood there, eyes wide, frozen in shock.

"Sir!" Mr. Hale blurted, standing in front of Aly to block their view.

"Step the hell aside, Hale. What in God's name just happened here?" Hilbrandt demanded, looking immediately to the officer. "Jesus Christ, Detective, you really caught us on a hell of day."

Apparently, the young detective had come in to investigate the string of theft in the student parking lot. He'd left with no leads but Aly was happy to treat him and his handsome jawline to a little peepshow. She tried not to smirk at him as he eyed her, suddenly holding his hat in front of his crotch.

"I'm sorry, I was just taking her to the locker room. There was a bit of a mishap with a water bottle in my study hall," Mr. Hale explained.

"And why the hell did you have to walk with the girl?" Hilbrandt questioned.

"I was embarrassed to walk alone," Aly offered, her breathy voice immediately softening the vice principal. He looked at her with sympathy and thinly-veiled lust as she continued faking her sad hiccups, her breasts bouncing irresistibly for the three men.

"Oh, sweetheart," Hilbrandt put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed for much longer than necessary. Aly hoped she wasn't imagining the feeling of heat next to her – Mr. Hale seething as his superior rubbed his student's arm, bringing her into a tight hug. "I know you've had a rough time with some of the crueler kids in this school, Aly," he murmured, pressing her body to his. When he pulled away, she almost laughed, her soaked breasts leaving two round wet prints on the stomach of his shirt. The detective grinned at the marks before staring at her breasts, not-so-subtly taking out his phone to probably snap a picture of her.

"Tell you what," Hilbrandt turned to Mr. Hale. "I know you've got a full study hall right now so why don't you go back to your classroom and make sure everything's okay? I'll take Aly to the locker room to get changed."

What? No, no, no! Aly silently fumed as Mr. Hale protested in vain, eyeing the vice principal with suspicion before turning his worried gaze to Aly. "Feel free to check in with me later," he said simply before turning to leave. Unbelievable. Aly couldn't help being furious with her vice principal. Her plan had been going so phenomenally well, getting her so incredibly hot before this. Now she was painfully horny with no Mr. Hale to toy with.

"Aly, shall we?" Hilbrandt asked, nodding in the direction of the locker room. But before she could respond, the detective interrupted.

"I'm sorry – you said this young lady has been a victim of bullying over the years?" he asked, pressing his lips into a line when the vice principal confirmed. Aly was almost certain she was about to get some sympathy but suddenly, the detective took her wrist. "Miss, I'd like to ask you some questions."

"I – I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

The detective said nothing beyond, "Follow me," and so she did. Why the fuck not? She'd been robbed of her excitement with Mr. Hale, she might as well entertain this hot but dickish detective.

"Would you like me to accompany, Detective?" Hilbrandt asked.

"No, I'd prefer you not."

And before she knew it, Aly sat in an empty classroom with the detective, the door not only closed but locked. Dragging a chair over to the desk, the detective had Aly sit in front of him. He introduced himself as Egan and rattled off a few names of her former friends, asking if they had ever bullied her. He leaned forward as she answered, elbows on his knees and eyes down her shirt. She bit back her smile, tucking her hands under her lap to look nervous. Sitting like that was always good for pushing her tits out even more. Detective Egan ate it up.

"And you say these girls teased you for being sexually promiscuous? Why did they accuse you of that?" he asked, giving a professional frown of concentration as he took out his notepad.

"Because I… well, it's a little embarrassing but – "

"I'm going to need you to answer my question, Miss Berry, in full detail and with complete honesty," Detective Egan said harshly. Aly feigned intimidation.

"Y-yes, sir. I, um, was accused of that because I had sex with a boy who several of those girls liked."

"Mm-hm, and what was this boy's name? How did this encounter come about?"

"His name was Trevor, he's in the same grade as me. We had sex in the boy's locker room. He, um… honestly, sir, I don't really remember how it happened…"

"I'd really advise you not to lie to me."

Aly fluttered her long lashes, tucking her wet, blonde hair anxiously behind her ear. She hugged a slender leg up to her chest, using her knee to push her breast up even more, stopping just before her nipple popped out. Detective Egan sucked in a deep breath, sitting back and spreading his legs to make room for his angry hard-on.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just a little ashamed because I… well, I had been exchanging notes with Trevor during Bio that day and – "

"What were these notes about?"

"Whether or not I was a virgin."

"And were you?"

"No, sir."

"How many partners had you had up to that point, Miss Berry?"

"Five."

"Did you ever engage in oral sex? Performing blowjobs?"

"Yes, sir."

"And did you enjoy it? Did you enjoy giving head?"

Aly paused. "Um… yes, sir, I did," she answered slowly.

"What did you enjoy about it?" Detective Egan pressed on, resting his clipboard on his lap to hide his erection. Under it, he indulged in a few quick, furious strokes of his package. Aly pretended not to see.

"I guess I just like the sensation of sucking on something so smooth and hard…" Aly looked down at her hands, actually blushing. "And I guess I just like hearing how they grunt when I get them to cum."

The detective nodded seriously. "And where do you usually have them cum, Miss Berry?" Despite being quite fit, his breathing was rather labored now. When she shrugged innocently, clapping her firm but supple breasts against each other, he actually let out the faintest groan. Aly wasn't surprised by how much it turned her on. She always responded well to the sound of male pleasure.

"I don't know. Sometimes on my tits – I'm sorry, my breasts – and then sometimes in my mouth."

"Do you swallow?"

"If they want me to, sir."

"And did you swallow for this Trevor? When you had intercourse in the locker room?"

"No, sir, I didn't um, perform oral sex on him. We only had sex. He had me bend over on a bench and he took me from behind. It didn't last very long, sir," Aly gave doe eyes, "but everyone heard about it and called me all sorts of nasty names. They wrote horrible things about me and made up these rumors."

"What kind of rumors?"

"That I gave blowjobs for money so I could buy breast implants."

Detective Egan allowed himself a good, long look at her chest. "And are those natural breasts?" he asked dubiously. Aly would've been offended if she didn't see right through this sketchy-ass detective. He was trying to neg her into proving just how real her breasts were. It was a trick that her male classmates pulled on her constantly. She never fell for it but for the detective, she decided she'd pretend to. Why not? After all the shit that had happened today, she needed to get off. So she feigned anger.

"Um, yes? They're totally real. I've had big boobs for awhile now."

"And what cup size are you, Miss Berry?" The detective flashed her dull eyes, trying to convey his skepticism. You adorable amateur, Aly quietly simpered.

"I'm a D, I guess?" She pretended to be totally unaware as she grabbed herself, blinking like a ditz and fondling her breasts roughly for the detective, who stroked his cock furiously under his clipboard. "Or maybe a double D? They feel like they've gotten bigger."

"Yeah?" Detective Egan was going wild now, losing all remaining professionalism as he got himself harder and harder. "Uh…" he swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead as she continued to turn him the hell on. "Why don't you, uh, remove your top so I can help you estimate?" he asked.

Oh my God, you unbelievable horndog. Aly delighted in the sheer arousal clenching the detective's jaw as he prayed for her to take the bait, which obviously, she did. With a dutiful nod, Aly crossed her arms over her sopping tank top and peeled it off her gleaming skin, drawing an instant groan from the detective's mouth.

"Oh yeah, I think those look like double D's," Detective Egan nodded, scooting his chair close to her, his clipboard clattering to the floor to expose the outline of his cock against the slacks of his uniform. Aly stared, measuring seven thick inches as he pulled her to the edge of her chair by her waist. "I'm not positive though, so let me double check," he muttered hastily, grabbing two greedy handfuls of her sweet, wet breasts, growling with sexual frustration as he squeezed and jiggled them in his palms. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he cursed, snatching his hands away only to slap them right back on her mounds, fondling her wildly, uncontrollably till a loud rapping came at the door.

"Detective! This classroom is needed for fifth period!" Hilbrandt called from outside the door. Scrambling, Detective Egan pulled Aly's shirt haphazardly back onto her body, grabbing his clipboard – which Aly saw was full of pornographic doodles – and running out the door without her. Stunned and left once again horny, she sat on her chair, blinking at her vice principal as he came in.

"Oh, I'll get out so the class can come in," she said, getting up.

"There's no class, Aly," Hilbrandt smiled reassuringly, rubbing her arms from shoulder to elbow. "I just thought I'd save you from that guy's interrogation. I know you weren't the one who broke into those cars this morning. I saw you in your little secret spot this morning."

What…? No. Shit. "You – you saw me there?" Aly stuttered genuinely. Her secret spot was a little niche in the brick wall outside the auxiliary gym, by the broken vending machine. She'd started hanging out there after losing her friends to the Trevor Incident, because no one ever hung out there and she could just privately read magazines without boys heckling her.

But this morning, she'd been watching porn on her phone.

"Yes, I saw you there, Aly. And I saw the way you were touching yourself," Hilbrandt murmured, stepping closer to her. Aly felt his broad frame cast a shadow over her little body. She trembled a bit, surprised but far more aroused than ashamed.

"I'm so sorry, Vice Principal Hilbrandt…"

"No, no," he touched a finger to her swollen pink lips. "Don't apologize. What you did was completely natural. In fact, most of the people you know do it all the time."

"Do they?" Aly faked cluelessness. She bit her lip. "Do… do you do it?" she whispered her question, chewing on the corner of her fingernail.

Hilbrandt broke into a slow grin. "Don't tell anyone, Aly, but I do." His eyes fell down to her top, the cotton drying but still clinging to her ample chest. "So I promise you, there's no need to feel any shame."

Aly dropped her eyes, hoping to play this situation perfectly to relieve the need panging between her legs. "Oh, but I do…"

"Oh, no, no, no," Hilbrandt hushed her. "You know what, Aly? I know today's been a very rough day for you so let me at least do my part to relieve some of your stress." When she looked up quizzically, she saw him going to close and lock the door again. When he returned to her, he gave her a warm smile. "Listen, I wouldn't do this for any other student but you're very special to me because of how strong you've been throughout these bullying ordeals. So I'm going to personally show you that everybody does it. Okay?"

Holy. Shit. Aly's eyes refused to blink as she waited for her vice principal to do what she thought he was about to do. "Sir?" she murmured, tilting her head in question. "Are you going to…?"

"Masturbate," Hilbrandt confirmed with a gracious nod, as if he were bestowing upon her a most generous gift. "I want you to watch me while I jerk off, okay? And I want you to understand that it's a perfectly fine thing to do."

And with that, he undid his belt, button and zipper, reaching into his boxers to pull out his cock. Aly's jaw dropped to the floor as she watched her vice principal stroke the impressive length of his angry red shaft, so shocked and suddenly wet that she for once had no clue what to do. Luckily, Hilbrandt made himself available to help.

"Now I'm going to need you to do a couple things for me, Aly, so I can do this right for you. First things first, I'm going to need you to take your clothes off. All of it."

To be continued…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/3fb2vp/schoolgirl_part_two_mf