An Interlude

This one goes out to the Wanton Slythie Goddess

*Standard Disclaimer- I don’t own the Power Rangers, I am just borrowing them. I will put them up when I am done playing with them. First smut fic, R/R*

An Interlude

Principal Randal sat at her oversized oak desk, surrounded by her oak paneled walls, sighing as she finished a personnel review. Reefside was a large school, with a large staff. Completing personnel evaluations was a long, arduous task.

The office door opened and in walked Dr. Thomas Oliver, resident PhD. He locks the door as he slams it shut, and without a word, swiftly descends on her desk, throwing down a copy of his personnel evaluation upon arrival.

Principal Randal stands at the intrusion and stares up at her tall invader.

“Is there a problem, Dr. Oliver?” she asks authoritatively.

He grunts and walks around the desk. Cupping both sides of her face with his hands, he bends down and pushes a bruising kiss on her lips.

Principal Randal gasps in shock and as she does so, the Dr.’s tongue thrusts in, capturing her own in a frenzied dance. The pressure of his mouth eases up as the intensity builds. Slowly, he slides his hands down her cheeks, across her shoulders and down the front of her breasts, where the come to rest. Artfully, he flicks his fingers over her linen shell, arousing her nipples and taking the weight of both breasts in his hands.

His mouths slides from hers, finding every sensitive pulse point on the way down. He pauses at the junction between shoulder and neck and scrapes his teeth before settling into a gentle suck. Principal Randal gasps in heated pleasure, parts of her body are beginning to awaken with fury. She grabs Dr. Oliver’s ear with her lips and applies gentle pressure as she simultaneously cups his firm ass and draws him close to her, feeling his growing errection.

A low growl escapes his throat as she boldly runs her fingers under the belt line of his pants. He grabs a handful of her shell and tears it from her body. Satisfied, momentarily, with his accomplishment, he lowers his mouth to her chest and scorches it with kisses. Alternating between nips and kisses, his mouth finds her waiting nipple and suckles through the black lace of her bra.

Not to be outdone, Principal Randal pushes Dr. Oliver back from her chest and up against her massive desk. Kneeling she places her mouth on his belt buckle and proceeds to undo his belt, button and zipper with her teeth, only using her hands to un-tuck his shirt and slide his pants down to his ankles.

The fullness of Dr. Oliver’s desire is standing up, saluting her. She takes a moment to reflect on its size and girth before deciding to assess the size with her tongue. Slowly, she licks his shaft from balls to tip and back down. With one swift suck, she has one of his balls in his mouth as her hands explore his member.

Dr Oliver takes in a sharp breath and tries to pull his boss back up to his mouth, but the administrator would have nothing of it. Allowing his nut to drop from her mouth, she turns her attention to It’s head. Slowly she lowers her mouth down the shaft, taking as much of it in as her throat will allow. Applying suction gently, she pumps the organ with her mouth and cradles his balls in her hand. She is relentless and cruel, increasing the suction as his thrusts increase. His hands tear at her hair and the moaning grows.

“Elsa-please-I’m going…” As the words escape his mouth, Principal Randal applies the suction of a Hoover and drives him far back into his throat. He blows his control as spasms rack his dick and he explodes into her mouth. With a quick swallow, she releases him, licking the dripping cum off the tip of his dick as she looks seductively up at him.

A primal growl escapes his throat and he pulls up, up, again savagely kissing her. This time, he runs his hands up her skirt, only to find that she is not wearing any panties and she is as warm and wet as a sauna floor.

He snaps off her bra and takes a nipple in his mouth as his hands travel back up the junction between her legs. Artfully he teases both. His tongue dancing circles around her nipple as he deviously touches every part of her, except where she is trying to guide him.

Pausing for a moment, he lifts her to the edge of her desk and places her legs on each arm of her chair, then he pushes the chair out just enough to get between her and the desk.

He kisses his way up her thighs and then around her pubic bone. Slowly he kisses the dark curls that are leaching sweet wetness on to her skin. His tongue slowly breeches the folds and he is met with the musk of her sex. Licking and sucking, he exacts his revenge for the blow job. He increases the suction and flicks his tongue madly around her clit. She tears at his hair, she claws his shoulders, but he will not relent.

Her hips begin to rock dangerously close to the end of the desk as she nears climax. At the hilt of her passion, Dr. Oliver drives his ue due deep within her, plunging her into ecstasy. Her body throbs and tries to grasp the welcomed invader. It is not enough for the administrator though.

She pulls him up, and without even asking, grabs his once again stiff cock and guides it into her. She meets him thrust for thrust, clawing his back, licking his nipples, nipping his Adam’s apple and fiy rey resuming her dance with his tongue.

Their thrusts grow more frenzied, as both reach a second climax. Principal Randall barely manages to stay on the desk as she meets his final thrust. Violently he thrusts her over the edge again and her muscles grab his cock and claim the pulsating organ.

Dripping with sweat, Principal Randal comes back to grips with reality. Her cat looks at her in curiosity as she allows the still humming vibrator drop to the floor.

So much for fantasy, she sighs, lazily switching it off and drifting off to sleep.