DirtyMeStoryTime Rants/The principal needs more help
From Create Your Own Story
"I could use your help more," the principal tells you.
"Oh, I thought, when all that stuff came out, that it fixed it." You tell him.
"No, see, it is getting all stiff and hard again. All swelled up like last time." You look at his wee-wee and can tell he is right. And, it looks almost as red as before.
"What do you need me to do?" You ask him.
"Take off all your clothes first," he orders.
You are a bit confused, not sure how this will help, but you go ahead. Soon you stand before him, all naked. It feels strange. You have never been naked in front of anyone except your parents. But, if it will help him.
"Come here," he says, pulling you roughly against him. He pulls your head towards his, his lips getting closer to you. You panic.
"Mr. Principal! I am not that kind of girl!" He looks at you confused. "Sorry, but I am saving my kiss for my handsome prince. Then, he will kiss me, and I will have his babies, and we will live happily ever after."
He looks even more confused. "Okay..." he says slowly, like he is talking to an idiot. You give him your best glare. "Well, then..." he says, then pulls you on his lap. He pushes his wee-wee against your flower, then spits on his hand, rubs the spit against your flower, and pushes his wee-wee inside.
"But principal! I go pee out of my flower!" You tell him.
He chuckles. "It will help me feel better," he assures you.
You think about it as he pushes his wee-wee a little more inside. It hurts, but is not unbearable. You finally understand. "So, like...when you get stung by a jelly fish? You pee on the sting, and it makes it stop hurting?" He stops trying to push his wee-wee deeper inside your flower. "Umm, yeah, I guess." He tells you.
"Oh, good! I was worried. I feel all wet down there. I think I peed." You look down, and see it is red, not yellow. "Oh, what?!"
"Shh, no worries," he tells you. "You are okay, and it is helping me." You worry about why red is coming out of your flower, but he is the adult, and the principal. He should know if it is okay or not.
Soon, the pain goes away, and it starts to feel really good down there. His breathing becomes harder and harder, while you find yourself moaning. He clamps a hand over your mouth, and starts pushing his wee-wee inside faster and faster, until something hot floods into you. You guess that it is like before, some of the non-white stuff leaving. You smile, glad to know you helped him get rid of more. Maybe now his wee-wee will be all better.
You look at him panting, his wee-wee getting smaller. "Mr. Principal, why would you try to have sex with me?" Panic crosses his face. "What do you mean?"
"I mean trying to kiss me." He looks at you confused. "I don't want to have sex like that. I want to wait for my prince. Besides, I do not want to have babies until I am with my prince." He looks even more confused. Even adults can be slow.
"I know all about sex. A boy and a girl love each other, so they kiss each other. After they kiss, a baby starts growing in the girl's belly."
He keeps looking at you, this time like you sprouted horns and started breathing fire. You giggle at the idea of being a dragon in his office. "My parents always say I should turn around and not watch the sex scene, but I have peeked. I know they are kissing and rolling around. So, I have been a good girl and not had sex. No boys ever kissed." You smile at him.
He shakes his head, and stares at you a little longer. Finally, he opens his mouth and says, "Sorry about that. It was my mistake. I should not have tried to kiss...to have sex with you like that."
You nod, satisfied that he now understands why he was wrong.
You put on your clothes, and leave his office. A few months go by, and you find your belly getting bigger and bigger. You ask your mom what is wrong and she freaks out at you, yelling and screaming and calling you the worst names.
"Who did you have sex with you little slut?"
"No one mommy. I have never kissed a boy," you tell her. It was true.
She screams and cusses and sends you to your room. You do not understand what you did wrong. Did some boy kiss you when you were sleeping? How could this have happened?
You give birth and become a single, teenage mom. Life only gets much worse after that.
