Sandra Rhodes had been the principal of Jon's high school for fifteen years. In that time she'd seen many changes in her students, but none of the changes even compared to the one that Jon now saw had happened to Ms. Rhodes.
In fact, he barely recognized her. The day before, when he had seen her in the hallway outside her office talking to another student, she had been a middle-aged woman, sporting a pant-suit and messy grey hair.
The woman now leaning, in a very provocative manner, over the BMW parked in his driveway could have been her younger sister; if her younger sister had been a porn star. No more the pant-suit, but rather an abbreviated navy blue skirt with a matching jacket. The only evidence that she was wearing a shirt was the white collar flipped over her jacket collar, leaving her front open enough to show mountains of cleavage, held together with a black lace bra. On her legs were stockings, with the lace tops just coming below the hem of the skirt.
Her grey hair was now longer and pulled into a ponytail behind her, giving a better view of her sexified face, pouty lips, and bedroom eyes.
"Oh, Jon, honey," she breathed causing Jon's heart to beat faster, "I hope I'm not imposing, but I was driving by and thought it would be nice to give a (she paused) ride to my favourite student."
"Uhhh..." was all Jon could manage.
"Now don't be shy, a big boy like you can't be scared of widdle ol' me." She climbed into the BMW, giving him quite a show of her legs, then leaned over and patted the passenger seat expectingly.
Jon shuffled to the side door and let himself in, still in a daze. He had just enough time to do up his seatbelt when Ms. Rhodes, who had been applying a fresh coat of fire-engine red lipstick turned to him and said, "Alright, loverboy, before we get going, let's make sure you're going to get all the right marks."
She leaned over, deftly undid his pants, pulled out his erection and gave him the best head he'd ever had (considering it was his first blowjob, it wasn't difficult). He didn't last long, either, blasting his load into his principals mouth, who eagerly swallowed every drop. When she had leaned back in her seat, done up her seatbelt and started the car, he looked down at his penis, which was clean as a whistle, except for the marks Ms. Rhodes had given him. At the base of the stalk was a ring of fire-engine red.
"Now you put that monster away for now, young man," she cooed, "We'll be at school soon enough and I wouldn't want you to hurt it before it's needed."
When they got to school...
