Natasha

The principal eats shit

By Will Adams

Dedicated to nasty Chele

Fourteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was very pleased with herself, being a year older than when she became a shit queen and having already conquered much of the world before her. She was always on the lookout for new conquests, however, and tried to find them wherever she could. She could never tell when domination of an older woman might come in handy.

But her attitude was becoming a problem at school. In fact, several of her teachers were complaining about her failure to attend classes and about her arrogant attitude. And something just had to be done about it.

The school principal, Chele Stokoe, was a strict disciplinarian and many a young woman or boy at the school had been the brunt of one of her punishment sessions.

Natasha was the next intended victim. Ms. Stokoe was firm in her position of leadership, but there was also a dark side to the 30-year-old woman. It would soon be tested.

Ms. Stokoe was 5 feet six inches with a very attractive 36c-25-36 figure. She had reddish brown hair, green eyes and many an admirer had told her she should be an exotic dancer. But she'd attended college to earn a degree in education and had risen rapidly to become a principal, mainly through her disciplinary talents and how she quickly gained control of a classroom or a school. She was about to find out how quickly another type of disciplinarian could gain control.

She had the complaints about Natasha piled neatly in front of her and was trying to decide exactly how to go about bringing Natasha to heel. Ms. Stokoe thought like that, she thought of the children much as dogs and that they needed to be trained like dogs. She was about to find out how becoming a dog to a teenage girl really feels.

Ms. Stokoe decided that she would send a summons for Natasha and have her report to the principal's office early the next day. She sent off one of her minions to deliver the note. Natasha received it in her final class of the day and put it in her purse until she got home.

Later that evening when she took it out of her purse, she was furious.

"Who the fuck does that principal think she is, calling me, Natasha the Queen, to come to her office, fuck, she should come to my house and eat shit from my ass instead of calling me to her house," Natasha said out loud so her mother could hear.

Her mother Beverly called out to her to see if she needed some help or a toilet.

Natasha responded that she didn't that she was going to save up her latest poop load for a special someone. Beverly, of course, was disappointed. But she knew better than to try to argue or discipline her young daughter/mistress.

Natasha went to sleep without cumming, something extremely rare for her, but she wanted to save up all of her sexiness for the next day's encounter with the principal. Natasha had already conquered one of her teachers ^Ö Madeline French ^Ö and had made a movie starring the shit-eating teacher (see Natasha Part 10). The potential prospect of ensnaring the principal in her web of shit lust was all the more stimulating.

Meanwhile, Ms. Stokoe spent an unsettled evening, alone in her apartment four blocks from school. Ms. Stokoe was thinking about the next day's session with Natasha and she was frankly worried, not about confronting an unruly student, but about how she was really feeling about that student. For while she was single, she was not without sexual needs and wants. To most observers, Ms. Stokoe was pretty much asexual, she never dated, even though many of the male teachers found her charms attractive and tried to make a run at her. Likewise, out in the world beyond school, she had numerous admirers who longed to share a bed with her. As far as any of her colleagues knew, however, she never dated. Anyone.

But alone in her apartment, Ms. Stokoe quite often spent the evening dreaming of her young charges and her focus was exclusively on the females at her school, at least in terms of her sexual dreams. Yes, Ms. Stokoe was a mental pedophile, that is she had never indulged her fantasies, but she dreamed of making love to gorgeous young girls. But Ms. Stokoe had decided long ago to just suppress those thoughts and only dream of such contact. She was about to find out what it was like. It wasn't that she had never tasted pussy, just not all that often, but she knew her way around a gash.

Indeed, Ms. Stokoe spent a restless evening worrying about the confrontation with Natasha. Ms. Stokoe had seen her on campus many times and Natasha's always too scantily clad body had drawn her attention as it did most of the boys on campus as well as a sizeable number of the girls.

The raven-haired beauty and her fantastic body could not escape anyone's attention and it had not escaped Ms. Stokoe's.

The next morning as both females were getting ready for school found them both in different moods. Ms. Stokoe was wondering how she would manage to keep her hands and lips off Natasha's body and Natasha was wondering exactly how she could end the morning with Ms. Stokoe cowering naked in front of her.

Natasha dressed confidently and scantily, wearing only one of her favorite sundresses, with no underwear, no bra and pink, high-heeled shoes that shouted "Fuck me." Natasha knew as always that she exuded sex appeal and, if the opportunity presented itself, she intended to use it to dominate the arrogant Ms. Stokoe.

Ms. Stokoe dressed as she usually did, very conservatively in a grey suit and skirt.

Ms. Stokoe arrived at school first and was frustrated when Natasha showed up 15 minutes past eight instead of eight on the dot. So to pay her back, Ms. Stokoe kept the young beauty waiting another 15 minutes.

When she was finally ushered into the principal's office, she was radiant in her beauty and the dress was almost so sheer that it was as if nothing was covering the girl's fantastic body. Ms. Stokoe couldn't help but notice and she took in a deep breath as the girl walked into her office.

Natasha sat down and left her lovely tan legs slightly splayed. She noticed immediately that the principal's eyes were drawn to that small gap.

Well, well, well thought Natasha, perhaps Ms. Stokoe is a muff diver after all.

Ms. Stokoe began her tongue lashing of the young girl.

"Listen Natasha," the principal began seated behind her desk, "you've had quite the attitude here at school and I'm here to tell you it's got to stop, you can't miss classes, smart mouth the teachers and act as badly as you have or I'll have to discipline you."

Natasha thought that what Ms. Stokoe might really mean was that she, the principal, needed some disciplining. Natasha spread her legs a little wider as the principal continued her lecture. And as the principal's eyes continued to wander over her curvy legs, the realization dawned on Natasha that she was about to make another conquest. But Natasha decided she wanted to draw this out a little longer, to see if she could make the principal lose her train of thought.

Natasha continued to ease her legs apart, aware that the principal's breathing was becoming ragged, her eyes were glazing over and speech was becoming difficult. After another few minutes, the teacher wasn't lecturing at all, she had that hangdog look of a lust-starved pervert, staring into their future and knowing there would be hell to pay for where she was about to go.

Natasha finally spoke, with her legs well spread and her light summer dress hem drawn up near her crotch. Ms. Stokoe was hoping, but not saying anything, that the dress would slide up a little further giving her a view of the young girl's snatch.

It was Natasha who spoke first.

"I think this little charade of discipline has gone far enough Ms. Stokoe, or do you mind if I call you Chele?", Natasha said. "I think it's time the real lady in charge takes her position, don't you?".

Chele did not saying anything, but dumbly nodded her head, hoping and hoping for a glimpse of the girl's pussy. Natasha granted her wish by pulling the hem of her dress up over her hips, blatantly displaying her wanton sex pubes to the teacher's lustful gaze. Natasha just sat there, enjoying watching the principal get lost in a haze of lust staring at the young girl's private parts.

"Well, what do you think of it?", Natasha asked the principal, "you know what do you think of my cunt?"

Hearing the C word so clearly enunciated in her office snapped the principal out of her lust gaze for a moment and she knew that this was no longer one of her fantasies, this was real! And in a few moments, Chele knew that she'd be on her knees making love to that teenage twat unless she broke the spell the girl's sex organs had over her. Chele knew she had to move, to become Ms. Stokoe again and to gain control.

But that vertical and beautiful gash was calling her, yes seemingly Natasha's pussy was calling her name, "Chele, come and get it. Accept your fate."

And Chele could just not find the strength to deny her fate.

Next thing she knew she was kneeling in her grey suit at Natasha's feet, staring even closer into the pussy that was to dominate her. To teach her about being a real dog. A cunt for the ages, a cunt that would come to control her.

Chele found she loved staring at the huge clitoris that stood up between Natasha's nether lips. Whatever thoughts she had previously held about leaving and getting away from Natasha's clutches had faded. She was ensnared by a hot pussy and she was increasingly liking the position she was in. Sure, she knew it was wrong, knew it had the potential to ruin her life, but she loved the look and now the smell of the overheated pussy that had been calling her name. Chele found the twat was no longer calling her name, instead, her brain was calling her body, willing it to move the few remaining inches that would allow her lips to worship the tender female flesh which lay in front of her.

"Well," Natasha said, "do you like it?"

Chele just nodded her head.

"Come on stupid, talk to me tell me yes or no at least," Natasha said.

But Chele found she couldn't find her voice and she continued to stare heatedly at the passion gash and clit in front of her. She wasn't surprised at her reaction, just the depth of it and she paused again as she wiped her chin of the drool that was running out of her mouth. She found that she was actually about to start panting for this beautiful pussy.

No longer able to resist, she moved her head forward. As her lips just about reached the girl's labia, she felt Natasha's palm on her forehead, forcefully holding her from claiming her reward.

"Do you really want to dine on that cunt?" Natasha asked, "if you do, then beg for it."

"Please Natasha, let me eat it, I beg you to allow me to put my mouth and lips on your pussy," Chele said. "Please, please, please let me eat it, I want to put my mouth on it and cover your cunt lips."

Natasha was enjoying it and relented, saying, "Go ahead slut, enjoy that pussy meal."

Chele moved her entire mouth over the girl's mound and Natasha loved looking down on the principal's face with her mouth wide open, all over her pussy lips, it really showed her devotion to Natasha's cunt.

Natasha could feel Chele's tongue moving on her pussy lips, searching out her hardened clit, running her tongue all over the giant sex organ. Natasha could tell that Chele loved the feel of the sex member against her stroking tongue.

Natasha began to feel the groove and put her hands on either side of the principal's face as it made love to her twat.

"Very good slut, you are doing a good job of bringing your Natasha to an orgasm, now look over to your right and smile so my friend Lacey Wilson can ensure that you'll be a cooperative cunt for us," Natasha said.

Chele looked over and saw Goth girl Lacey with a Sony digital camera snapping away. Chele moved her face up off the saliva covered pussy and began to protest, but before she could Natasha slapped her hard, open faced across her left cheek, rocking the principal back on her heels.

"Don't ever question my authority and never take your mouth off my body until I tell you that you can slut," Natasha screamed at the principal. "Now smile for Lacey so we can be sure you'll remain a good, compliant cunt. And get back to your task."

Chele smiled for the camera, realizing that if her fate wasn't sealed before, it certainly was now. And then she plunged back to finish off Natasha's orgasm. But before she could bring the young girl off, Natasha pulled her up by the hair.

"Now if I honor you by allowing you to bring me to orgasm, what will you do for me?" Natasha asked.

"Anything, anything," the principal responded breathlessly.

And, somehow, Natasha knew that the principal would meet that breathless promise so she allowed the head of the principal to return to her crotch and finish her off in a blazing orgasm in which Natasha planted her heels on the principal's back as her toes curled in a true sign or her orgasm.

Natasha then told Chele she would next eat Lacey Wilson, her Goth girl friend.

"But first, suck her toes," Natasha said as Lacey walked over to the principal, removing all her clothes and shoes as she came.

Her wet tongue rolled out and Chele used it to completely wash her student's stinking foot, savoring the bitter taste of it on her pallet. When she had thoroughly devoured the dirt and sweat from her heel, she went to Lacey's toes, swiping her tongue deliciously between them and scooping up the nasty dirt as she went. Lacey loved it all and Natasha loved watching, realizing that they were about to initiate another shitwhore. Degrading her principal like this gave her a wicked thrill and her young pussy started to brew it's own fuck juice. She moaned with pleasure as Chele pulled each toe into her mouth and sucked on it gently, swabbing her tongue around, lapping at the toe jam between them. "That's it, slut! Suck my filthy toes clean like a good whore!" Lacey hissed. "Mmmmm. Yes, my love!" Chele groaned back. By the time Chele had finished tongue bathing both of her student's feet, Lacey was ready for her first orgasm. "Suck my cunt, slut!" she ordered Chele as she spread her legs. "Yes, Mistress!" Chele crawled between her young student's open thighs and tipped her face into the deliciously juicy pussy. Her tongue slid noisily up the crack of Lacey's sloppy cunt, soaking up the tasty girl cream as it went. When she reached the girl's clit she fastened her mouth to it and sucked. It was Lacey's favorite way to get off, having her clit sucked by an older woman, and her Chele did it in an expert fashion. Chele sucked the clit meat into her mouth and jabbed her tongue at the sensitive little head, sending ripples of pleasure into the depths of Lacey's cunt. She let some of it slip out of her mouth, only to suck it back in at the last minute and start her tongue jabbing again, as if she were giving her student a blow job. Lacey was starting to buck her hips upward into her principal's sucking mouth and Chele knew that Lacey was on the brink of a great cum. She sucked and jabbed harder urging Lacey closer to the brink of erotic release. "Yes! Suck it bitch! Suck my fucking hot clit!" Lacey hissed. "Mmmmmmm!" was all Chele could reply. Her hand was between her legs rubbing violently at her own swollen pleasure nub through her clothes. Her dreams of making love to young women were coming true. "Eat it you pussy whore! Eat my fucking cunt!" Lacey cried out as her orgasm shook her. Lacey's clit felt as if fireworks were exploding inside of it. An abundance of the girl's cunt cream was flowing out of her and down into the crack of her ass. Chele played the good pussy slave and sucked her student's clit while she came. Even after Lacey had stopped grinding into her and slumped back into the couch, Chele held fast to Lacey's sex button. Lacey finally pulled her principal's head from between her legs. Her clit had become so sensitive from the expert sucking that she couldn't stand anymore of it. Chele whimpered softly, not wanting to let go of the precious nub. Reluctantly, she released it with a popping sound and sat back on her legs. Lacey pulled her legs up and back, holding them with her hands. "You've made me all messy now! I have pussy juice dripping right down onto my dirty asshole! Clean me, bitch!" Lacey bit. There was nothing more in this world that Chele wanted to do but to suck the sweet teenage cunt froth from her Lacey's dirty hole. She dove in with her tongue extended, lapping hungrily at the mess. Her tongue was lusciously lapping at Chele's sweaty asshole when the young girl let go of a long wet fart. Lacey's mouth opened nearly on its own, her lips sealing the shit hole tightly. A flood of noxious gas poured into Chele's mouth burning her throat with its vile flavor. A small dribble of shit grease followed and pooled up on the woman's tongue. Chele had never anticipated anything like this and was grossed out by it but so turned on that she was willing to consume anything from these two young girl's bodies. Chele drank down the nasty goop and returned to her ass cleaning duties with fervor. When she had finished there was not a drop of cunt juice or shit goop anywhere on the girl. Now that Lacey had broken the ice with the expulsion of some shit product, Natasha was convinced she had to move quickly to bring the principal all the way round to show her what her fate in life was. She walked over to the kneeling older woman, who was obviously reeling from the acknowledgement that she had just eaten fecal material. "Show me your face, slut," Natasha commanded. And the slut did as ordered. Chele heard the hacking sound in Natasha's throat but it only preceded the snot filled spit wad that came flying out of her mouth by a few milliseconds and splattered across Chele's nose, breaking cleanly on either side and drifting toward her mouth. "You worthless bag of shit, it's time for me to take a full crap in your mouth and you are going to eat it," Natasha said. Chele recoiled in horror but even as she did, she knew she would become a shit slut for Natasha. The now naked Natasha told the principal to get on her desk, leaving her clothes on and prepare to become a toilet. The principal lay down and opened her mouth. Even though inexperienced, she knew that it would involve an open mouth. The next view she saw was Natasha's glorious ass and then it lowered and she was staring into her fate, Natasha's asshole. She stared in wonder as the winking, but beautiful asshole opened in a bit of a spasming motion and then it fluted outward like a volcano and Natasha's shit was on its way to Chele's mouth. The smell was disgusting, but Chele could not move and she kept her mouth open as the excrement pushed out of Natasha on its inevitable journey into Chele's mouth. Once inside Chele's mouth, the taste exploded on the principal's taste buds like a grenade but she managed to keep the precious shit inside and began to chew, becoming another in Natasha's line of shit sluts. Author's note: Dedicated to Chele, who is destined to become one of the great scat-eating queens of the Natasha's Whores series.