“Hi Principal Hardcock.” Rachael said as Dean walked into his office.
Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled as Rachael played with her hair and jiggled her impressive rack.
“Well hello Rachael, it’s been a while.” he replied and then walked around behind his desk and took a seat. Rachael sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and pushed her tits out as far as she could.
“Like, it has, almost twenty years!” she replied as she clasped her hands behind her back.
Dean looked deep in thought for a moment and then smiled, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but won’t you voted most likely to have tits bigger than her head by 30?”
Rachael giggled and nodded, and then bounced on the chair to jiggled her tits, “Like, oh my god, I can’t beleive you remember! giggle“
Dean smiled and nodded, “I try and remember all my students Rachael. But I’m sure you’re not here to go over your accomplishments since you graduated…”
Rachael nodded and pouted a little, “Yeah, uh, I guess I need to… talk… to you about my daughter Kimmy.” she replied, licking her lips part way through.
Dean raised an eyebrow and nodded, “Oh, wow, I didn’t make the connection… Kimmy’s so… different than you.”
“Oh my god, I know right? I mean, she hasn’t even sucked the basketball team yet, let alone the football and soccer teams!”
Dean nodded along, remembering more of Rachael’s exploits in her freshman year as she talked. Also the image of Kimmy came to mind, the mousy little brunette that liked to walk around the halls with her books clutched close to her chest.
Rachael was right, Kimmy was nothing like her. Rachael had gotten her first set of implants during the first semester and had sucked and fucked her way through most of her classes by the end of the second.
Kimmy was, you know, trying to actually get good grades on merit.
“Well, not every student is as… outgoing as you were. I don’t recall any of Kimmy’s teachers coming to me with concerns so she must be doing well academically at least.” I replied.
Rachael started to fake cry, “But like, that just it! Kimmy totally missing out on the best part of school!” she whined.
Dean got up and walked around his desk to take the seat beside her and put his arm over her shoulder to rub her back in a comforting motion, “There, there Rachael, it’s ok.” he said and her.
Rachael’s “tears” started to dry up immediately as she leaned over and rested her forehead on his shoulder, “Please… please Principal Hardcock… maybe you could help her… give her some private tutoring…” she begged before pushing out of her chair and slipping down onto her knees between his legs.
Her tits rested directly in his lap, she looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Please… I’d do anything to show you how grateful I am if you would…”
She bounced up and down a couple of times, slapping her tits into his lap, until the last button of her old school uniform simply gave up and her top flew to each side.
Rachael giggled and her hands flew to his pants, quickly getting them down around his ankles so she could wrap her tits around his hardening shaft.
“Please Principal Hardcock, you could fuck my big fake titties any time you wanted… I could wrap by cock sucking lips around your dick and you could fuck my face and make me gag… you could pound my tight little pussy and make my tits slam into my chin…. or… or… you could fuck my ass and make my your little anal whore… just help my poor little Kimmy become just as big of slut as I was!
Minute later Dean’s cum was plastering her tits, face and glasses and she knew that Kimmy would be in good hands with Principal Hardcock.
