Rachel Hathaway, together with her husband, Mitch, swiftly established a friendship with me upon my initial arrival in town. It seemed rather peculiar to befriend Rachel. She serves as the principal of Bear Mountain High School, where I was set to teach biology. Mitch, on the other hand, taught calculus at the same institution.
Throughout my career, I have been teaching at the school and coaching the boys' cross-country team. The head track coach believed it would be beneficial for me to also coach the distance runners, whom I had trained during the fall.
At eleven o'clock on Friday afternoon, the dismissal bell rang, signaling the start of summer vacation. I had thirty minutes before my meeting with the principal, which I utilized to organize the lab and classroom, attempting to set aside thoughts of the upcoming evaluation.
By eleven twenty-five, I collected my things and headed to the office. A sense of anxiety began to creep in regarding my meeting with Rachel. I have never been fond of evaluations or classroom observations, as they were particularly daunting; she would meticulously take notes throughout the entire forty-five minutes of class.
Here I am, standing before the principal's office. Earlier, she had informed me that I could simply enter without knocking. I inhaled deeply to calm my nerves prior to opening the door.
I remained there, frozen. “Hello Mr. Dankworth, or may I now address you as Uncle Carl since summer break has commenced?”
Rachel's daughter, Jodi, was adopted as an infant, and now she is an eighteen-year-old senior who graduated the previous Friday. I observed her development into the stunning young woman standing before me.
“I believed I was scheduled to meet with your mother,” I remarked, as she gently swayed in the black leather swivel chair.
Her lovely blond hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders, and the blue dress was adorned with small white stars. The outfit accentuated her well-defined physique and alluring figure. It was evident that she was not wearing any undergarments.
She grinned mischievously and made a slight motion with her right hand towards her parted legs. The dress was hiked up, exposing her powerful thighs while hiding her vulva.
“Do not just stand there, Uncle Carl; please close and secure the door.” She spoke in a tempting tone.
I turned, closed, and locked the door as she continued, “I am doing my own job performance evaluation; now come here and kneel.”
As I approached, it felt as though I had lost control over my actions, despite my mind warning me of the inappropriateness of the situation.
She had developed in all the right areas, and I found myself gazing at her with desire whenever I encountered her. She was aware of this and dressed in a subtly provocative manner to keep her parents oblivious to her intentions.
Jodi had ceased rocking the chair and remarked, “You are the second most attractive man I have ever seen. The moment I noticed that prominent bulge in your trousers, I realized I would have it one day.”
“Who is the first?” I inquired, fully aware of the answer.
“My father, of course, silly. Now, come over here.”
“We cannot do that, Jodi; I am friends with your parents, and your mother is my superior. If she discovers this, she will terminate my employment and complicate matters further.”
“Do not worry; I will handle them if they find out. Now, kneel and let us indulge in our lustful fantasies.”
I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, but instead, it was Jodi. For two years, she playfully teased and flirted with me whenever I was invited for dinner or a BBQ. School was not exempt from her attention either, although she always remained conscious of our environment. Each day after school, I would return home with an intense arousal and relieve myself.
During dates, my mind would occasionally drift back to Jodi. However, this was the moment to assert my dominance. As I approached her, I gathered all my resolve and positioned myself in front of her.
“Get on your knees,” I commanded.
Before she could utter another word, I extended my hand and seized her left wrist. The astonished expression on her face gave me strength, and I lifted her out of the chair.
“Uncle Carl, what are you doing?” she asked anxiously.
“I have been patient for two years, and now you shall receive your rightful consequence for teasing and flirting with me,” I replied in a serious tone.
I guided her to the desk and positioned myself behind her. With my left hand resting on her back, I applied pressure and instructed her to go ‘down’ as I separated her legs with my right foot.
“Please, uncle, what can I do to atone for my actions?” She inquired in a voice that was both youthful and alluring.
“You are already doing it, you little tease,” I replied as I lifted her dress to her slender waist.
I was thoroughly pleased to discover that she was not wearing any panties. While holding her in place, I raised my right hand and brought it down onto her right buttock. She let out a squeal that was almost one of pleasure as I spanked her left cheek.
“Oooh, harder, Uncle,” she moaned.
“So you enjoy being spanked, then so be it.”
As I delivered ten smacks to both cheeks, I tenderly caressed her soft, smooth skin and traced my fingers along the outer petals of her flower. By the time the tenth slap struck her firm backside, my fingers were glistening with a fine layer of her essence. She writhed, moaned, and pleaded for me to allow her to climax.
After the spanking, I remarked, “Now, baby girl, for your reward,” as I inserted two fingers deep into her flower, seeking the G-spot.
The moment my fingers made contact with the 'spot' she exclaimed, “Yes, I’m cumming, uncle!”
Her body trembled, and as the orgasm peaked, she became rigid. The walls of her vagina tightened around my fingers as she experienced her climax.
I withdrew my fingers from Jodi’s moist vagina while tracing the gentle curve of her spine with my left hand.
“Stay still, I’m not done with you yet,” I said in a voice that was firm yet gentle as I raised my wet fingers to her mouth.
Jodi opened her mouth and licked my fingers clean, saying, “Mmm, I taste delicious.”
“I’ll be the one to determine how you taste. Now be a good girl and remain still,” I instructed as I knelt down.
I kissed my way up her inner thigh, and upon reaching her vagina, I flattened my tongue. As soon as she felt my tongue touch her clitoris, Jodi gasped.
I pulled back, and she begged, “Uncle, please don’t stop. I need your tongue inside me.”
Disregarding her request, I navigated my kisses down her other thigh and returned to her clitoris. Then I descended once more along the inner thigh I had initially begun with. After four additional back-and-forth motions, her essence began to trickle down those taut thighs, leaving my mouth enveloped in that delightful flavor.
Jodi was overwhelmed and pressed against my face, yearning for my tongue to penetrate her. I withdrew one final time, curled my tongue, and pushed through the engorged labia.
She cried out, “Yes, use your tongue! Bring me to climax, Uncle!”
I indulged in her intimacy. Jodi was vocal and writhing. Her body convulsed multiple times before that exquisite nectar filled my mouth and cascaded down her thighs.
Breathless, she whimpered, “Oh my God, that was the most incredible experience I have ever had.”
I stood and declared, “Do not move, we are not done yet, my dear girl,” as I unfastened my belt and lowered the zipper. With a few pulls on the waistband, my boxers and trousers slipped down to my knees.
“Oh, Uncle Carl, are you going to have intercourse with me?” she inquired in her youthful tone.
Without a response, I guided the circumcised tip past her delicate petals and into the inviting warmth of her flower.
“Aaah, you are quite large, Uncle. Please be gentle with me.”
Grasping her slender hips, I gradually pushed my eight-inch member deep into her youthful vagina.
“Wow, you are enormous,” she gasped as I began to move slowly within her.
Jodi propped herself up on her forearms as I engaged with her vigorously. Our shared moans, accompanied by the sound of my balls hitting her backside, resonated throughout the room. With one final deep thrust into her snug vagina, we reached our climax simultaneously, moaning as my essence filled her completely.
I pulled back and assisted Jodi to stand, her dress settling back into place. She turned, glanced down, and noticed a long strand of semen hanging from my member. Instinctively, she reached out and collected it with her fingers.
“Mmm, this appears appetizing,” she remarked, locking eyes with me as her hand moved toward her mouth.
I watched as she sensually licked and sucked her delicate fingers clean.
“Aah, I was correct. You taste delightful, Uncle.”
“There’s more, sweetheart,” I replied, using both hands to gather my essence from her inner thighs.
“Oh, wonderful, more delectable cream.” Jodie took my hands and licked my fingers while gazing at me. Once my fingers were clean, she opened her mouth and swallowed.
“That was the most alluring sight I have ever witnessed.”
Without uttering a single word, she pressed herself against me. We engaged in a fervent kiss, during which I could taste a hint of myself.
At that point, my boxers and trousers had gathered around my feet. Jodi stepped back, bent down, and pulled them up. I tucked in my shirt and fastened the trousers. As I reached for the zipper, she swatted my hand away.
Jodi placed her hands against my member while pulling up the zipper and remarked, “I will leave first; please wait five minutes before you depart. Remember, my parents have invited you to a barbecue at three this afternoon, and do wear swim trunks. I will see you then, Unc."
With that, she exited, leaving me to contemplate what would happen next. Five minutes elapsed, and I departed for home to prepare.
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