Spout, A Tale of Smut

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 moan