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next thing I know, I'm . . ."

"Yes, I know. I could have you dismiss from the Cavendish School. I could inform your parents of your behavior."

"Please, Miss Pendleton, please. I'll do anything."

"I haven't had time to think about other alternatives. Come back here in three days. In the meantime, stay away from boys. Oh, and Miss Johnstone, if you are going to continue such practices you should do two things."

"Yes?"

"Perhaps, you should wear pants."

Miss Johnstone, like the girls of her generation, wore skirts well above her knees. Looking down, her knees were red and there were remnants of straw stuck to them. "Oh, dear, thank you, ma'am. What's the other thing?" She wiped the straw from her knees.

"Come with me." Nurse Pendleton led her to a mirror. In the mirror Charity Johnstone could not help but see that she had not wiped her arm across her mouth thoroughly. In the corners was something dry and white.

"Thank you, ma'am." Her face got redder as she wiped her mouth. This time it was from embarrassment. "I'll be here on Thursday as you requested and I won't be giving any more blowjobs." Charity knew she was lying. She wondered if the nurse did.

Nurse Pendleton decided it was time to have a talk with the headmaster of the Wilkinson School for Young Men. They'd met briefly at conferences, but didn't really know each other.

She arrived unannounced. "Mr. Bryant, some of your boys are causing trouble at the Cavendish School."

"What kind of trouble?"

"Well, I hate to say it, but I fear one of your boys will impregnate one of my girls."

"We can't have that. What would you like me to do?"

She avoided answering his question. It was then that Nurse Pendleton, as discreetly as possible, brought up the long-standing tradition between the headmistress of the Wilkinson School for Young Men and the nurse at the Cavendish School for Young Women.

"Miss Pendleton, I'm sure you noticed that I am the headmaster of the Wilkinson School, not the headmistress."

"Of course, and I believe I have just the young woman to provide you with, "what shall we call it?"

"Companionship? And Nurse Pendleton, I've caught a number of boys misbehaving, who need the guidance of a woman like yourself."

And so, it came to pass.

Two days later Charity Johnstone showed up at the headmaster's home after dark.

The sixty-year-old headmaster was married, but his wife, Anne, spent much of her time in Liverpool with her sister.

Anne's family arranged her marriage to Colchester Bryant over forty years ago when she was twenty-years-old. She'd never been happy. Mostly because she had no interest in sex and Cole wanted it all the time. She found it disgusting and painful. Painful, because Colchester Bryant was deformed. His deformity was his over-sized cock. His wife confided in her sister, "he's like a horse."

Somehow, Anne Bryant had eight children. As many women can attest, childbirth can have a devastating effect on a woman's body. Mrs. Bryant was no longer the slim, petit woman Cole married. She never lost all the weight from those pregnancy and was now built like a ball, weighing well over a hundred pounds more than on her wedding day. Her husband found her undesirable.

That was fine with Anne. She suspected that he had an affair; perhaps more than one. That's why she spent so much time with her sister in Liverpool. She didn't want to know.

Headmaster Bryant read between the lines when she met with Nurse Pendleton. He determined that the lovely nineteen-year-old Charity Johnstone had an insatiable mouth.

She had Mr. Bryant's cock on the rise as soon as he opened the door for her. Tall, slim, blonde wearing a short skirt and a halter top, she was stunning. However, her bright red lipstick was what drew his attention.

For Charity, since she'd first sucked a cock, she'd always worn that shade of lipstick. As she told her roommate, Melissa Gorman, "it pays to advertise."

Speaking of that first time: Charity loved the feel of a cock in her mouth. A university student, Mason, who by any standard of beauty was gorgeous asked her out, and then suggested he'd love to see her again if she'd only get on her knees.

For a girl at the Cavendish School for Young Women to be asked out by a university man made her the luckiest girl on the campus. Everyone envied her; especially because of Mason.

It was her first time. Charity thought that sucking cock was the greatest thing ever. Her pussy wasn't virginal, and now after a night with Mason neither was her mouth. Blowjobs became her preferred way of having sex. Mason was thrilled.

She'd fucked big cocks, but none as big as the cock Mason persuaded her to put in her mouth.

Charity loved what she could do to a cock. Loved to test herself. That is, "how much can I take before I start to gag on it?" By the time she was caught by Nurse Pendleton, no matter how big a boy was, she never gagged. NEVER!!!!

She loved the throbbing as it shot in her mouth, and there was nothing like the taste of a big load of cum.

Nurse Pendleton warned her that he was an old man; "maybe your grandfather's age."

Charity looked forward to meeting him. "I'm getting tired of playing with boys. I'd like to play with a real man."

"Mr. Bryant, I know why I'm here, and you know why I'm here. Let's not waste each other's time." She got on her knees and started unbuckling the headmaster's belt.

When she told Nurse Pendleton she wanted to play with a real man, Charity didn't expect to pull out of his pants something like a horse, as his wife described it.

Charity's eyes got big as she pulled it from his pants. Of course, with a beautiful young woman on her knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper, Cole Bryant's cock was already hard.

She couldn't get her hand around it, but it wasn't her hand that Charity Johnstone wanted around the headmaster's cock. "Oh my God, Mr. Bryant. It's so big. Please, let's get your pants off, so I can play."

When Charity said, ‘play,' she meant suck. It was going to be a challenge, but she was certain she wouldn't gag.

Mr. Bryant got out of his pants and sat back on the couch. Charity scooted on her knees between his legs, and didn't hesitate. She took that already hard cock in her hand and admired it with her eyes. "Mr. Bryant, I've never seen one so big and beautiful. I'd be honored if you'd let me play with it."

She didn't wait for an answer. Pulling back his foreskin, she tongue kissed his cockhead. For the next hour, Charity "played." That is, she kissed Cole's cock all over. From that cockhead to his ball sack and then back up. "it's so beautiful."

Then she started playing again. This time, nibbling on his foreskin with her lips. Pulling it far over his hidden cockhead; sticking her tongue inside, massaging that cockhead with her tongue.

In the UK most men are uncut. Charity's experience was with only uncut cocks. She thought she knew how men liked their cocks played with. The headmaster was pleased with her effort. His cock could not have been any harder.

She continued using her tongue. Up and down his long, thick shaft, she licked. "Mr. Bryant, if you'll let me, I want to keep playing."

Colchester Bryant smiled down at her and without saying a word pushed her head back down. "Thank you," she whispered. This time putting her lips over it. Charity slowly took every inch.

She just started to suck, but slowly tried to take a little more and a little more. Charity had always been an enthusiastic cocksucker; after all, from that first time, she loved it. Why wouldn't she be enthusiastic?

Best of all, unlike those Wilkinson School boys, Mr. Bryant lasted and lasted, which meant that Charity got to suck and suck. He looked down, watching those red lips wrapped around his shaft. His cock hadn't been so hard in ages.

Best of all, she wasn't put off by his deformity as his wife called it.

Even after he filled her mouth with his man cream, which she thought was much more delicious than those boys, she played. Kissing, licking.

She knew it took those boys a long time to be ready for a second go around. She assumed that it would take an old man even longer. She wasn't wrong.

‘When can you come back and we can do this again?"

"You want to see me again? Thank you, Mr. Bryant. I thought maybe I disappointed you being so young and all. Tomorrow's Saturday. I could come anytime and I promise to try to be better."

Colchester Bryant thought to himself. This young woman had been excellent. Better than some of the prostitutes he'd visited. Let me amend that: better than most of the prostitutes he'd visited. My God, she took it all!!!!

Best of all, it didn't cost him anything. All she wanted to do was to suck his cock. Maybe he'd fuck her or maybe he'd just let her suck.

Charity didn't sleep well Friday night. She replayed in her head every moment of sucking Mr. Bryant's cock. She reminded herself of every vein; of those big balls; that long shaft. That delicious taste.

Meanwhile, Headmaster Colchester Bryant slept like a baby. He fell asleep dreaming of those red lips which didn't seem to ever get enough of his cock. He'd have to think of a way to thank Nurse Marge Pendleton.

He expected Charity to arrive by mid-morning. She didn't. She didn't want to appear too anxious. However, her panties were damp as she arrived at the headmaster's home. They were damp because all she'd thought about on the ride over was Mr. Bryant's cock.

She didn't have to wait long, not that she wanted to. She didn't want to appear anxious, but she was.

Charity couldn't help herself once she was inside and the door was closed. "Please Mr. Bryant. All I've thought about all night is what we did yesterday."

Today he was wearing a robe, with nothing underneath. He was anxious, too.

"Miss Johnstone," he said as he gently pushed her to her knees, "it would excite me if you told me exactly what you did yesterday and what you want to do today."

"Oh Mr. Bryant, you may not think of me as a lady, but I am. However, I loved sucking your cock yesterday and I'd like to suck it today, if you'll let me." She didn't resist going to her knees.

She untied his robe and sighed as she saw his cock hanging there. It wasn't hard yet, but still it was impressive.

Looking down at her as she put it in her mouth and mumbling "thank you, thank you, thank you," all he could think of was when he went fishing, and caught a fish. It would dangle, desperately fighting to get the hook out its mouth.

Similarly, Charity was desperately fighting to get more of Colchester Bryant's cock in her mouth. It still wasn't hard; at his age it took a little longer, but still she fought to suck it.

Once it was hard, Cole slowly walked backwards to the couch. Charity on her knees, scooting along with him, his cock still in her mouth. Once he was settled, she got down to the serious business of pleasing his cock.

There wasn't a lot of kissing, nibbling, licking today. There was a lot of sucking. Up and down, Charity Johnstone bobbed. Her bright red lips stretched to reach his ball sack.

Colchester was amazed; Charity was going crazy on his cock. Sucking, sucking, sucking. "Take it slow, Charity. I don't want it to end too soon."

Reluctantly, Charity took it out of her mouth. "Mr. Bryant, thank you. I want it to last a long time too. How about this?" She began licking his shaft from his head to his balls, "Mr. Bryant, you have the most amazing cock. I love having it in my mouth. I like having it all my mouth. It's so much fun to play with."

She began nibbling on his foreskin. When I say nibble, I mean she took that foreskin between her lips and tried to stretch it over his now engorged cockhead. "This is so much fun. When I was a little girl, I had a rocking horse. I called it Big Boy. I'd say, I want to ride my big boy.' Can I call it Big Boy? Can I suck your Big Boy?"

"Charity, you can call it anything you like. Do you think my cock is hard?"

"You mean do I think Big Boy is hard? I couldn't imagine it getting any harder," she said licking his cockhead.

"I can. I'm sure it'll get harder if you took off your clothes."

"Oh Mr. Bryant. If you think that'll work, I'll be glad to."

Before you think that Charity was some brainless airhead, you'd be wrong. She just liked to suck big, hard cocks. If getting naked would make Big Boy bigger, harder and more fun to suck, she didn't have a problem.

Charity didn't really do a strip tease. She stood back so he had a good view. I mean she wanted him to get harder. She took off her halter. Her long blonde hair covered her breasts. She threw her hair over her shoulders. Cole thought that her tits were perfect. He thought his cock got harder.

For a moment she stood there. The headmaster stood up. "Look what just looking at those beauties does to me."

"It looks like Big Boy is getting bigger."

Old men like him may get hard, but not as hard as the eighteen-year-olds or university guys like Mason she'd been blowing. By that I mean, his cock was parallel to the floor while those boys' cock pointed at the ceiling. Mason's cock touched his belly button.

After watching her take off her top, Mr. Bryant's cock was no longer parallel to the floor.

Then Charity took off her skirt and for a moment stood in front of him just wearing her bikini panties. His cock rose a little higher.

Then she took off those panties. "Oh, Charity, my God, you are gorgeous."

Her bush was almost as blonde as the hair on her head. "Really, Mr. Bryant, you think so?" She wasn't embarrassed. She was staring at that cock that was now like an eighteen-year-olds; it was pointing at the ceiling.

"Wow, Mr. Bryant. You don't have a Big Boy; you have the Biggest Boy."

Charity got back on her knees and started to suck again. Damn, she thought, that's one hard cock and so big. Still, she was able to swallow all of it.

She spent most of the day on her knees. Her skill level was such that she could keep him from cumming until she'd had enough.

Although she lived in the dorm with her roommate, Melissa, Charity Johnstone had her own driver. Two or three mornings a week, she'd have him drive her to the Wilkinson School just 7km away, where she'd undress for the headmaster, let him enjoy her beauty and then blow him. "Mr. Bryant, I just can't get enough of the Biggest Boy."

Who wouldn't enjoy a beautiful young woman on her knees, sucking your cock? Especially if you were Headmaster Colchester Bryant's age.

Of course, he did, but looking at her standing before him naked, he wanted more.

By more, Cole meant more sex. Since he was first married, he'd suggested to his wife that he'd love to taste her pussy. "Colchester Bryant, I may be your wife, but that doesn't mean I'm your whore, too. Absolutely not, and as for sticking that disgusting thing in my mouth, you can forget that."

Now, he had Charity Johnstone who wanted his cock, his Biggest Boy, in her mouth all the time. Could he convince young Charity to allow him a taste. "Mr. Bryant, it sounds so decadent. I've heard some girls at school whisper about such a thing, but is it really something you want to do?"

"I'd love to, and if I'm correct it will be the greatest feeling."

"Greater than sucking on your Biggest Boy?"

"I'd don't know about that." At the moment, Colchester Bryant was sitting in a chair with his legs spread with Charity kneeling in front of him, gently stroking the Biggest Boy with her eyes admiring it. "Come sit up here, and I'll get on my knees."

She was reluctant; only because she was looking forward to putting the Biggest Boy in her mouth.

Once she was seated, with her legs over the arms. "Oh Charity, at my age I've seen a number of pussies, but none as beautiful as yours." He used his fingers to spread her outer lips.

"Thank you, Mr. Bryant, but are you just saying that?"

"No, no, Let me show you." Then Cole Bryant's tongue started.

It's hard to say who enjoyed what happened next. The Headmaster had never tasted anything as sweet. He could have sworn that the Biggest Boy got bigger.

The headmaster licked and licked her luscious slit and her pussy hole. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," he slurped. "Charity, you taste like a succulent oyster. Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm," he licked.

Young Charity was pleased that Mr. Bryant thought her pussy was succulent. She giggled. "What a coincidence? My pussy is succulent and your cock is great to suck."

It was then that Colchester Bryant's tongue started on her clitoris. It was a lovely pink button that the tip of his tongue played with.

Minutes later, Charity Johnstone was experiencing her first orgasm. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, MR. BRYANT, OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOH, MR. BRYANT YOUR TONGUE, OOOOOOOH YOUR TONGUE. "

Charity Johnstone was fucking the headmaster's face like she was a highly skilled, veteran prostitute. Her ass and hips were moving just like her head bobbed when she had Mr. Bryant's cock in her mouth.

"KEEP USING YOUR TONGUE. OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, OOOOOOH. PLEASE, MR. BRYANT, LET ME HAVE THE BIGGEST BOY. LET ME SUCK THE BIGGEST BOY. OOOOOOH, MR. BRYANT, PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK."

Charity begged and begged as his tongue brought her to a second and then a third orgasm.

For Cole, other than the way Charity sucked his cock, eating her pussy was the greatest thing. His cock was throbbing. He stood up, his cock was throbbing. "See what you do to me."

She did see what she did to him. "My God, Mr. Bryant, I've never seen a cock so hard. The Biggest Boy is even bigger. You were right." His cock was pressed against his belly button. Straight up.

She was out of the chair and on her knees in seconds. Seconds later, Colchester Bryant's cock disappeared in her mouth. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm." She took it out. "I've never sucked one like this. If this is what eating my pussy does to you, you can eat it any time." Then she put that cock back in her mouth.

The headmaster smiled down at her and patted her on the head, "Charity, there has never been a pussy as beautiful or as tasty as yours."

From that day forward, every time, except when she was having her period, Charity undressed, and spread her legs for him. "Make your Biggest Boy hard for me, Mr. Bryant. Make me beg to suck your Biggest Boy cock."

Of course, Charity could not share what she was doing with anyone. I mean it was one thing to fool around with one of the Wilkinson School boys, but she would be laughed at if the girls at the Cavendish School knew who she was seeing. Not just seeing, but you know what I mean.

Her roommate, Melissa Gorman, knew because her face was always flushed when she returned, but she didn't know who. Melissa did notice something different about Charity when she started getting eaten. She was always happy.

It happened when she had an appointment with Nurse Marge Pendleton for her annual physical. It was just a standard physical, the nurse checked the usual things and asked the usual questions. While Charity lay back on the exam table wearing just her bra and panties, Miss Pendleton asked different questions.

"Are you still seeing the headmaster?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Is that going okay?"

"Yes ma'am. Ma'am, he's marvelous."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Charity had been bursting at the seams for months, unable to tell anyone. "Ummmm, this is just between us, right?"

"Of course. I am a professional nurse."

"Miss Pendleton he has the biggest . . . Oh, I just can't." Then it just came out, "and his tongue. I'm sorry, I've said too much, I should go." She grabbed her clothes, ran into the ladies room, dressed and ran out. Nurse Pendleton didn't stop her. The nurse had a smile on her face.

Charity Johnstone called her driver then called Colchester. "I need to see you right away."

"I'll meet you at my house in an hour."

It was the longest hour of her life. "What's so important?"

"Don't ask, just get undressed." Charity Johnstone had always been an enthusiastic cocksucker, but today she out did herself. She never got undressed and she made the headmaster last and last. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong. By last and last I mean, she sucked and sucked.

She was in her last year. Her parents arranged for her to go to the finest university open to women in the far-flung British Commonwealth. Her family's money helped, but Charity finished Number One in her class. Like I said she wasn't some brainless airhead, she just liked sucking cock and now, thanks to Colchester Bryant, getting her pussy eaten.

Charity had other plans to her parents' dismay. She found a flat in Manchester, just a few kilometers from the Wilkinson School for Young Men, where she continued her relationship with the headmaster. Soon after she moved in, she gave him a key.

When she heard him close the door behind him, "Mr. Bryant, I'm in the bedroom."

She was lying on the bed, legs spread, that golden bush waiting for him, "Make my pussy sing, Mr. Bryant. Make me beg for your cock. Make me beg for your Biggest Boy."

TO BE CONTINUED

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