It was an ordinary Tuesday in January. It was cold as hell outside, and I had tried flirting my way through all my classes that morning. 

The only subjects I was any good at in school were the ones involving numbers. The rest? Mediocre at best. So, every day I followed my older neighbor’s advice: When you suck at something at school, you need to bite your lower lip, look the teacher straight in the eyes, give them a wink, and flirt like there’s no tomorrow! And on behalf of my school, I’m ashamed to say that the flirting gave significant results. On behalf of myself? I’m tremendously proud of my skills in the flirting department. My grades were honestly pretty damn great! One of the key ingredients in my flirting weaponry was that I was always wearing a short skirt. Even if it was freezing outside. Short skirts, stiff nipples, red lipstick, red nail polish, and a big smile were my preferred look.

On my way to my lunch break, the principal stopped me in the hall, asking me if I’d please come into his office for a few minutes. “Of course, Sir!”. He was a slightly rugged man. You could see had been a hunk when he was in his twenties - thirty years ago. He was always super friendly with all the students, so I had no hesitation in joining him in his office. My grades were good, and my behavior was good, too.

“Please take a seat, Tina. I want to ask you something, if you don’t mind?”.

“Of course, Mr. Andersen. Ask me anything!”

As he opens up his laptop, he asks me, “Do you remember the Christmas dance a couple of weeks ago?”.

My mind started racing. Christmas dance? Did I do anything wrong? I didn’t drink any alcohol the whole night, and I was nice to everyone. And when I fooled around with the boys, I did it in the place we always used to do it: the storage room with the lockable door had no windows or anything.

“Yes, of course I remember the dance! It was super fun! You were there too, Mr. Andersen!”.

“Yes, I was,” he said, smiling. “I was.”

I looked at him with mischief in my eyes, “And it looked like you and Mrs. Berg had fun, too...” 

I only said it because I had walked in on them kissing passionately behind the cafeteria. He let out a little laugh as his face went slightly red. “Mrs. Berg is...fun...and sweet...and,”

He paused.

“... and what, Sir?” I asked. “Hot? You’re allowed to say it! She’s super hot!”

His face lit up at my enthusiasm, and he looked straight at me: “Yes, Tina. Mrs. Berg is extremely attractive! And married... but my God... she’s so, so hot...”. 

“Speaking of hot, Tina... I need to show you something, ok? You’ve done nothing wrong, but I really need to show you something.”

My heart started racing. “Oh... ok, Sir. Show me what?”

“You know the storage room?”

Oh, shit! Did he know what I was doing in there? Fuck! 

“Yes, Sir. I do. What about it?” I tried acting as innocent as I could.

He looked at me with his ice-blue eyes and said, “We struggled with a lot of theft from the storage this fall. We experienced the theft of all kinds of things. Pretty expensive stuff, too..”

My heartbeat calmed down. I knew I was innocent. Stealing has never been my thing.

“Oh, Sir, I haven’t taken anything! I never steal!”.

He slowly turned his laptop so I could see the screen. “I know, Tina. I know. Because we had to install cameras in there four months ago...”

It was like time stood still. Had they filmed me fucking all the guys I had brought with me in there all those times, the last few months?

The first thing I saw on the screen was the beginning of some live footage from the storage room. He paused the film at the exact moment when Erik and Joe started sucking my nipples. My eyes were closed in the picture, as I was clearly enjoying myself.

“So...?” 

Mr. Andersen’s voice snapped me out of it. 

“... what’s going on there?”

My face must have been red as a fire truck, but I decided to play it cool.

“What do you think is going on? I see three young people having a good time!”

Mr. Andersen pressed the space bar on his laptop, and the movie started rolling in front of my eyes.

“Let’s watch it together, Tina. Maybe you’ll learn a lesson.”

“Ok, Sir,” I mumbled as I watched myself getting my young tits sucked on the principal’s laptop.

It was a bizarre situation, but in some strange way, not at all scary. I enjoyed watching myself on the little screen. I looked good!

I glanced over at Mr. Andersen, but he didn’t notice me. He glued his eyes to the screen.

I recalled my little rendezvous with Erik and Joe vividly. I remembered it as a quickie, but the clock on the screen showed that there were over forty minutes left of the movie! Well, I guess time flies when having fun!

On the screen, I see Erik undressing me like an expert while Joe is pinching and pulling my nipples hard. He knows that makes me wet as hell in an instant.  

I crawl up on the table in the middle of the storage room and stand on all fours with my ass up in the air. Erik leans in and starts licking my ass while pulling my bouncy ass cheeks apart. Joe walks over to the other end of the table, grabs a chair, sits down, and leans in for his signature deep, and sloppy kisses. I remembered this as lasting ten seconds, but it goes on for minutes! 

Mr. Andersen is still staring at the images of Erik eating my increasingly wet and shiny ass. There’s spit all over my behind. I shift my eyes between the pictures of my wet ass and my principal enjoying the action on the screen. I feel a very familiar tingle in my pussy and moisture building up. Mr. Andersen’s breathing is getting heavier, and the smell of his aftershave and warm body fills my nostrils. I feel all my senses heightened.

As we’re watching this in his office, his phone rings non-stop. But he doesn’t answer. His focus is elsewhere. Understandably so.

But the phone keeps ringing.

“Sir? Sir?” He doesn’t respond. “MR. ANDERSEN,” I say with a loud voice. He snaps out of it. “The phone! Are you gonna answer it? Or is the movie too good?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Tina. Yes, of course.” 

He pauses the movie and answers the phone.

“Yes....mmmhmm...you think so? OK. Yes, I’ll tell her...”

He pauses and looks at my chest. He smiles at the sight of my very erect nipples. His eyes move from my teen tits down to my legs and crotch. He licks his lips and continues his conversation on the phone. “I think she’s ready... Now? Ok... Might as well...yes...my office. Bye”

As he hangs up, I ask, “Anything important?”

“I’d say so, but we’ve still got some time. I want to ask you some questions. Okay?”

I nod as I look over at the screen. He’s accidentally pressed play again, and I see Erik sliding two fingers up my ass, fingering it.

“Are you going to watch the film, or are you gonna ask me something?” 

He smiles, puts his hand on mine, and says, “Why not do both? It’s a long film.”

He looks at me as he turns the laptop away from himself and straight toward me. “Look at this while we talk, Tina.”

“Ok, Mr. Andersen. But don’t you want to know how the movie ends?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, I know, Tina. I’ve watched it tens of times. Maybe hundreds. If I remember correctly, Joe is about to stick his dick in your mouth just about now, and Erik is a few seconds away from adding a third finger into your wet ass...”

I looked at the screen, and he was right!

“So, Tina. Why Erik and Joe?”

I pinched my nipples through the fabric of my yellow T-shirt. I moaned discreetly as I gave my nipples a light twist.

“They’re hot, Sir! And older than me. And they’re good at what they do!”

“They’re eighteen, Tina. Only two years older than you. Have you ever been with anyone in their twenties?”

Before I started answering, he said, “Of course you have. Early November. Same room, but with our janitor, Mr. Johnson. Do you remember?”

“I do,” I said as I noticed a small wet spot spreading slowly on the front of Mr. Andersen’s khakis. “He’s a naughty man!”

“I’ve seen that film a few times as well.” Mr. Andersen said. “And I’m not the only one.”

“What? Who else has seen me getting my mouth and ass stuffed by the janitor?”

I was both shocked and incredibly turned on at the same time.

“Mr. Johnson, of course. He loved the film. Mrs. Berg and I have watched it plenty of times. The same goes for Erik, Joe, your geography teacher... And Mr. Wilson, your English teacher. Who, by the way, was the one who called earlier”

A normal reaction would have been fear, stress, and panic. But I didn’t feel any of those emotions. I felt calm. And horny. 

Watching myself getting fingered was hot in itself, but knowing all these people had seen me stark naked in the storage room made all my juices flow instantly.

My clit was throbbing, and my stiff nipples were ready for action.

“What did Mr. Wilson want?” I asked with anticipation. Because Mr. Wilson was a broad-shouldered guy with an ass all the girls in our class had admired for a while. And I fancied him, even if he was three times my age.

Mr. Andersen paused the film again and placed his hand on my thigh. As he pushed my legs carefully apart, he looked at my exposed panties and whispered, “Well, well, well, Tina... look at that. Getting all wet from watching yourself.” 

He touched the wet spot on my chair, made his finger all wet, and pushed it slowly into my mouth as far as he could. I could feel my sixteen-year-old juices spread all over my tongue as he leaned in and said, “I know you don’t have a gag reflex, Tina. So, Mr. Wilson and I have an idea for you...”

I pushed my mouth harder onto his finger, looked him straight in the eyes, and mumbled, “Mhmmmm?”

“We’re gonna re-enact your quickie with Erik and Joe in the storage room. Here in my office. Right now. And we are going to show you how it’s done! How does that sound?”

I pulled his finger out of my mouth, put my hand on the bulge in his pants, and squeezed it. “I think that’s a splendid idea, Sir. If you can handle me...”

The door opened, and Mr. Johnson walked in. 

“Is she ready?” he asked. Mr. Andersen pointed to my wet panties and nodded. 

I spread my legs wide, smiled, and whispered, “I’m ready...”

“To make this re-enactment perfect, we need to get the original movie up on the big screen on the wall,” Mr. Johnson instructed. “We’re gonna re-enact this masterpiece frame by frame.”

The screen on the laptop was mirrored onto a massive 75-inch TV up on the principal’s office wall. Mr. Johnson looked at me and told me, “Today I’m Erik, and Mr. Andersen is Joe, and you are gonna call us by those names for the next hour or so. Ok? Ready to relive your Christmas dance, but this time with proper men?”

I could feel my heart racing from excitement. I nodded as I enjoyed the sight of these aroused older men. The two gentlemen looked great in their pristine suits, and both were pretty fit as well. Mr. Ander... sorry..." Joe" was in his fifties, and I’d guess “Erik” was in his late forties. Both smelled nice as well.

“Come over here, honey, and let’s begin.” “Joe” put his arm around my waist and pulled me against him and whispered, “I want you so fucking bad right now”. 

“Joe” pressed play, and I could see the surprisingly crisp and sharp CCTV pictures of the storage room door opening up on the huge TV.

I did exactly as I did that day in December and grabbed the men by their hands and led them to the principal’s desk, where I lifted my T-shirt, showing them my firm tits.

The men knelt in front of me and started sucking my stiff nipples harder than anyone had sucked them before. I could already feel a proper tingle in my lower region. 

“Erik” undresses me as “Joe” continues working on my extremely sensitive and hard nipples.

Getting my nipples squeezed and pulled always made me wet, and I had ten different nipple clamps at home. I even brought clamps with me to school now and then to make them as hard as possible when I needed to impress my teachers.

“Fucking hell,” my very aroused English teacher said to his buddy, who was busy pulling and stretching my nipples. “You and me and the hottest sixteen-year-old we’ve ever shared!”. 

When completely naked, I crawled onto the massive mahogany desk, sticking my bouncy ass up in the air in this brightly lit office. 

The men took a step back for a couple of seconds, enjoying the view of this very naughty and very naked young lady on the desk.

Just like in the CCTV footage, “Erik” starts eating my ass, and “Joe” sits down in front of me, giving me the most intense kisses I’ve ever encountered. Who would have known old dudes knew how to kiss? 

I can feel that “Erik” has done this before. His darting tongue enters my ass in a way I’ve never felt before. As I said earlier, time flies when having fun! So, suddenly, I feel two fingers entering my dripping, wet ass. I glance up at the TV and can confirm, “Yep, they’re following the script!”. They must have watched it hundreds of times to get the timing this perfect!

He fingers my ass with his rugged, thick fingers. Twisting and spreading them. He pulls them out for a couple of seconds, spits into my gaping ass, and starts fingering me with three thick fingers. And as he shoves them in, knuckle - deep,

“Joe” takes a deep breath and pulls out his rock-hard teacher's cock. It’s so fucking big! And beautiful! 

I gasp, “Fuck, Mr. Wilson! That’s massive! FUUUUCK!”.

He pauses, pushes his thumb into my mouth, and says sternly, “It’s not Mr. Wilson, Tina. It’s Joe... and yes... fuck!”.

As I open my mouth, he shoves his massive cock slowly further and further in. “I know you never gag, so this will be...fun...”

Behind me, “Erik” is pounding my ass with his three thick fingers. “You’re a little Anal Princess, aren’t you, Tina?” he yells. “Are you ready for more?”

“Joe,” pulls out his cock to let me gasp, “Yes, I’m the Anal Princess, Erik! And I want more!”

They flip me over on my back and place me with my head hanging over the edge of the table so that my head hangs just at the perfect angle for “Joe” to fuck my mouth. 

“Joe” leans forward and grabs my legs, pulling them toward him at the same time as he fucks my mouth. I can feel him sliding further and further down my wide open throat in rhythmic strokes as he’s pulling my legs as far back as he can, exposing my ass to “Erik” who is opening up the zipper of his pants, getting ready for the last fifteen minutes of this re-enactment.

I got a glance at the TV where I saw how I’m getting properly fucked on the CCTV footage by the two eighteen-year-olds in the storage room. Me without a single thread on my body, and the boys were still in their suits with their cocks out. And here I was in the principal’s office with two proper men doing the same thing to me. Only harder, deeper, and better.

“Erik” pulls his cock out of his trousers. It’s longer than average, but the thickness of it... Fucking hell! It’s thick as a fucking can of Coke! 

Joe looks at it and exclaims, “Wow, Erik!” That beast never stops impressing me!".

“Here we go, my Anal Princess!” he says as he starts pushing his thick monster cock against my sloppy sixteen-year-old ass. “Joe” pulls my legs even further back and is now fucking my throat with a ferocity I didn’t know existed.

Sometimes I get a sore throat from deepthroating, but with “Joe” it was different. His cock was by far the biggest I’ve ever seen, but his technique made him go deeper and smoother than anyone else. He was a master of his trade. 

As was I!

“Erik” struggled to get his fat monster of a cock into my ass, but suddenly it just slid right in there. And just like Erik in the storage room, he immediately started pounding my ass as hard as he felt he could.

So here I was, getting fucked by two fully dressed men on my principal’s desk while a film of myself doing the same thing was showing on a huge TV on the wall. I know it sounds strange, but this felt like a perfect dream!

As I felt “Joe’s” cock twitching in my throat, I felt my first orgasm coming. And none of the guys had even touched my clit! My pussy started twitching, and the orgasm tore through my body.

“Erik” grabbed my nipples and pulled them hard while I could feel “Joe” getting close to orgasm in my mouth. 

“Joe” pulled his wet cock out of my mouth, looked at “Erik” and said, “Time to finish this off!”

The older men pulled out of their respective holes and switched positions. 

I could feel the taste of my ass on “Erik’s” cock as he shoved it into my wide-open mouth. His balls were slapping my face as he fucked my throat.

Suddenly, I heard him yell, “FUUUUCKKKK”. My principal was about to cum down my throat.

The amount of cum spurting out of his thick cock was unbelievable. He just came and came. It was an endless, fleshy, ass-tasting fountain of spunk. Cum was running out of my mouth, over my face, and onto the floor as he kept pounding my mouth. 

As my face was getting covered in principal juice, “Joe” slid his two index fingers into my ass and started stretching it, making it ready for his gigantic cock. 

He leaned in, burying his fingers deep, pulling my ass wide open. He licked the opening, spitting into my gaping hole. 

After about a minute of stretching, he shoved his cock into my ass, still keeping his fingers inside me. “I’m gonna fill that ass, Tina! I’m gonna make you my Teen Princess Whore!”

I had cum all over my face as “Erik” finally pulled out of my mouth. He scooped up a handful of his juices from my face and hair, walked over to “Joe,” and let the cum drip from his hand and onto “Joe’s” cock as it was pounding my ass.

Within seconds, I felt “Joe” shooting huge amounts of jizz into my ass. And he kept on pounding my ass for minutes after cumming. Cum was sloshing around inside my ass as his cock went even deeper.

Suddenly, I saw that the film on the screen stopped. And, just as abruptly, Mr. Andersen and Mr. Wilson stopped as well. Just like the movie. The re-enactment ended, leaving me stark naked, cum-filled, cum-covered, and super happy on the desk.

The men pushed their semi-erect cocks back into their trousers and shook hands. 

Mr. Wilson looked at me and said, “Ms. Tina. That was lovely. Same time, same place, different movie next week. Ok?”

“Yes, Mr. Wilson,” I said, while licking my lips. 

“What now, Mr. Andersen?” I asked as Mr. Wilson left the office.

“You know what’s next, Tina. You know I stopped the film before it finished. Just like before Christmas, Mr. Johnson is on his way...”