Spout, A Tale of Smut

Story by melvincrass

Perhaps I'll write an actual story sometime in the future (I began one some time ago), but for now, I'm just running through smutty sex romps.

Enjoy!

- Melvin CRASS!

SPOUT

a tale of smut

KINKS: Futa-futa-female. Urethral insertion. Anal. Lots of cum. Schoolgirls.

Victoria Weather smiled at the woman who walked into her room with full, red-painted lips. Victoria was one of those who aged beautifully, a forty-three that looked like thirty-two. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun that, by this time, was quite messy, strings of hair hanging down over her face. She was dressed in a deep blue blazer that squeezed about healthy breasts; they were a prized negotiation asset. All-in-all, Principal Weather was a figure of professionalism. The disgruntled mother who stood before her was not.

"Principal Weather, I'm finding it tough to believe that you can't do anything for my girl," the woman said. Overweight, sagging jowls, and a bad blonde dye-job characterized this woman, but she obviously cared about what she was talking about. Victoria fought against her smile to put a frown on her face. "Britney is doing her best, but she keeps bringing back these… horrid grades!"

The principal's lips twitched again, but she kept her composure. "Mrs. Wright, I understand," she began, "and we're doing everything we can. Already, her teachers are keeping her after school for tutoring, we're trying to get her in a special program, and—"

"What's that?" Mrs. Wright cut in. Victoria blinked. "It sounds like a leak… or I dunno… something wet. It's kinda loud." She looked at the principal, puzzled. "Has that ever happened before."

Victoria shook her head, lifting her thigh up under her desk. "No," she replied, then gave a little jump. My, that was surprising! "No, but I'll get it looked into." She paused, clearing her throat. "As I was saying, we're doing everything we can for Britney, we've just got to hope that things get better."

"Because I got her last English test, and it didn't," Mrs. Wright said, waving the offending paper.

"I understand," Principal Weather said. "I'll be talking with Mrs. Gregory and we'll figure out how to help her better."

Mrs. Wright's frowned sadly and she took a few steps towards the principal. "Could you… talk to her?" she asked.

Victoria blinked, breathing hard through her nose suddenly. "Why?"

Mrs. Wright squeezed her eyes shut for a minute and then looked back at her. "Because I'm worried," Mrs. Wright said. "She won't listen to me. She might be smoking or doing drugs or… or worse, having sex. Maybe she'll listen to you."

Principal Weather nodded. "Well, I'll definitely talk to her, Mrs. Wright, and we'll see what we can do." Mrs. Wright nodded and smiled a little, turning and walking out the door. Victoria watched her leave anxiously until the door closed.

"God," Victoria moaned, sitting back and hiking her skirt up. "I wanted you to stop, not do that." Hunched under the desk was a slender junior. She had smooth chocolate skin and black hair that came down in a curtain of braids, dressed in a tight-fitting pair of jeans and a red top adorned with the word "SEXY" in fake-rhinestones, hugging a pair of modest-sized breasts. Her lips were wrapped around one of the principal's heavy balls and the older woman's incredible foot-long skirt-surprise was throbbing against her face.

The girl let Victoria's nut go with a wet pop, her hand coming up and stroking that veiny meat slowly. "You didn't like it?" she asked meekly, a little saliva dripping from her lower lip.

"No, Tara, I loved it," Victoria purred. "But you were making it hard for me to concentrate." Tara smiled, giving the underside of the principal's cock a long lick.

"You going to show me Spout?" Tara asked. Victoria nodded, scooting her chair back and letting Tara come up from her spot.

Spout was a prize for Victoria, something you don't see every day. Gallons of cum were what Spout was named for, that and a never-ending libido. Victoria spent nearly every free moment that wasn't occupied with Tara with Spout, and was glad to do it. Ever since Victoria had told Tara about Spout, though, she had been anxious for a meeting. Today was her day.

Victoria rose from her seat, pushing the chair in and turning around to the closet that was behind it. She glanced back at Tara and lifted an eyebrow. "You ready?" Tara nodded, unzipping her jeans and stuffing her hand inside, biting her lower lip. Victoria opened the door and stepped back, letting Tara's eyes open wide with what was behind.

Sitting in a chair inside the closet was a girl about Tara's age, her arms tied to the back of it with stiff rope. She was slender and busty, huge breasts sitting proudly on her chest, half-inch pink nipples hard as pebbles. Drool ran down from her lip on account of th

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