It had been a long, long day for Principal Synder.
He was one of the many people Mayor Richard Wilkins had put in place to cover up supernatural activities in Sunnydale, specifically chosen as principal because the authorities believed he was uniquely suited for the job's equally unique pressures, but he even had his limits. It was not just the sheer scale of supernatural occurrences that was testing for him but the frequency of even small-scale events that were difficult to explain to worried parents and the media. This lunchtime at the cafeteria were snakes appeared out of nowhere… not an easy thing to explain or contain. Too many calls, too much paperwork and too much hard work once again had caused him to stay behind long after the school bell had rung.
It was seven o'clock and time for Snyder's brief inspection of the school before going home for the evening. He started when he spotted something. It was something — or rather, someone — that Principal Snyder couldn't figure out. She wasn't Buffy Summers. Or Alexander Harris. Or Daniel "Oz" Osborne, Willow Rosenberg, or even Rupert Giles. He knew them all to a fault. He had them all figured out — or, at least he thought he did. But this was one person who was an enigma… Cordelia Chase. Once she ruled the Sunnydale halls with authority and sharp tongue that even he had to admire but lately she had been making some very curious choices. First, she started dating that loser Alexander Harris, a boy with a future in pizza delivery written across his forehead and secondly, she had left her little group of minions to begin to hang around with one Buffy Summers.
Ah… Buffy Summers. There are days he daydreams about the blissful day when she will slip up and give him a reason to expel her. Even on a night like this when the air is thick with murder, and there's devilment afoot you can count on finding Summers in the middle of it. So he wondered why Cordelia was here in the school.
For not the first time this evening Cordelia Chase cursed being here. School had been quickly closed due to the random outbreak of snakes in the cafeteria that occurred during lunch and all students were sent home. Even faculty members like Giles were told to head home as Principal Synder apparently was intent on keeping everything under wraps until it was sorted. The group known as the Scooby gang had been discussing a plan to contain some spirits who both Buffy and Willow suspected with the cause of it. Giles seemed to think it was the recently deceased Jenny Calendar, his one-time love. Cordy like Giles and everything but felt he had been hitting the English tea hard on that one. Anyway, she was here because she had forgotten her cheerleading uniform in her locker. Since her relationship with Xander had gone public her social status had taken a heavy knock, but Cordelia was not about to give up the crown as the undisputed Queen of Sunnydale High so hence she had to make the cheerleading practice no matter what.
Sensing someone was behind her she turned around and grimaced seeing the troll like Principal Synder
Corelia plastered on her best fake smile at him ignoring the gut reaction and palpable disgust. "Principal Synder!" She exclaimed with false happiness. "I'm so sorry for being on school grounds this late I was just getting a few things." She apologised hoping the troll would just leave her be… no such luck.
Principal Synder sneered at her excuse. He had heard and seen plenty of lies over his time in educating the future of tomorrow and they all treated him like he was a walking muppet. No one else understands this job, no one else can see this stinking quagmire of a school from his perspective. Do they think he enjoys riding roughshod over these pestilential children, crushing their spirits, dimming the eager light in their eyes? Well, yes, actually he does, but that's beside the point. He serves an important function here; He is one of the unsung heroes who hold everything together. He didn't expect glory or even recognition, but just a better excuse than the one he had just heard. "You people must think I was born yesterday," he muttered moving forward and nudging her out of the way to check inside her locker. She could have had drugs in there, a secret stash she had forgotten about and had come back for. He rummaged around inside her locker but found nothing out of the ordinary. He looked disappointed and turned back to see an annoyed Cordelia Chase.
"Are you done?" She asked him with her arms folded across her chest. "You know if you wanted to do a locker search there are easier and less forceful ways to do it." She remarked gesturing to some make up items that he had knocked over to the ground.
Ruefully he bent down to pick those up. "I apologise," he offered but didn't mean handing over the items. "Just can't be so careful after what happened in the cafeteria this lunch time." He said referring to the snakes that came from nowhere. He was still waiting for a call back from the animal control people on that one so as it was the cafeteria was out of bounds.
Cordelia rolled her eyes at his excuse. She was lucky she hadn't got bitten in the face by one of those snakes. "Yeah, maybe you shouldn't be so cheap with the plumbing we maybe wouldn't have this issue!" she quipped putting her belongings back in her locker.
Synder fumed at this. The plumbing story was a made up one for the press and parents, a fantasy he even created and now it was being thrown back in his face. The school budget wasn't unlimited and many structural repairs over the months and years had eaten into much of that. He wasn't about to let that one slide. "Can't blame me for being a little curious. After all you have been letting the side down recently," Synder said catching the brunette off guard with such a statement.
"Excuse me?" she replied confused.
"I keep the students with a rulebook and detention," the man declared mentally wishing he could bring back the cane to punish students. "While you use your place on top of the food chain to keep the students in line… or at least you used to. Sadly, it seems that you have fallen into the wrong crowd and lost some of your bite. Spending too much time with that Summers girl," Synder commented spitting out Buffy's name like it was poison. "I have never understood the appeal."
"I have struggled to understand it too," Cordelia remarked honestly gathering her books. In truth she had never been Buffy's biggest fan not like Willow and Xander who were both card carrying worshippers at the temple of Buffy. It bothers Cordy, all right. Because no matter which direction it's coming from, everything is about Buffy. Cordelia was Somebody. She was special. She was unique. *I don't play second marimba to any little bottle-blonde Slayer-come-lately.* the brunette thought to herself before shaking her head thinking about Buffy's 'natural' hair colour. *Oh, yeah. I re-a-ally believe that!* She frowned a little focusing on the Principal before her. "I didn't realise we were on the same side," she muttered with unease and disgust.
She shrugged, and her expression hardened slightly. She let her books drop to the ground. The older man too seemed to stand up different. His posture different less authoritarian and more open and desperate. "You're the only one. The only person I can talk to," he confessed sounding heartfelt. Cordelia looked at the man in confusion. "You can't make me disappear just because you say it's over," Synder said darkly, stepping closer to the girl. Internally the man was puzzled why he had said. *Where did that come from?* he wondered.
What the hell?* Cordy thought. *Why on earth would he say that?! What's going on?* She was about to reply with a retort about personal boundaries but found herself looking down into the man's eyes instead. She looked at him sadly. "Actually, I can. In fact, I just want you to be able to have some kind of normal life. We can never have that, don't you see?"
What the hell am I saying?! Where did that come from?* the brunette thought to herself trying to regain control of her mouth but unable to make it function. She tired to make her mouth work, to protest, to question or to even scream but nothing no sound. *Something happen* she thought. *Come on, something. Start screaming. Here we go. Right now. Happen! Okay, this time for real now. Here we go. We're getting ready and... Happen! Come on!* But no matter what she tried, it was futile.
The principal turned away in disgust. "I don't give a damn about a normal life. I'm going crazy not seeing you!" The authoritarian once again struggled to understand why these words were coming out his mouth. He tried to open his mouth and take them back but found he had no control. It was like there was a wall between him and the controls of his body. *What the hell is this?! Have I been drugged?!* Synder questioned internally. His body wasn't responding to any of his commands. He tried again putting a lot of effort in the idea of stepping away from the girl but there was nothing.
No movement.
Cordelia raised her hand, placing it on the older man's cheek in a loving manner was she gazed at him sadly. "I know. But it's over. It has to be!" Cordelia was starting to panic unable to take control of her body. All her mental struggles were in vain however as she was nothing more than a passenger in these current events. She felt like she was in the back of her own mind as she found herself turning to leave, moving several paces away before Synder moved after her.
He grabbed his arm, turning her around. "Come back here!" he yelled angrily. "We're not finished!" *Oh no* Cordelia thought. *It's the ghosts! The ghosts that Buffy had been babbling about! They had taken control of herself and Synder!* Her mind raced as she tried to recall what she were supposed to do. Sadly, she had drowned out as Giles had been talking. Serious he should work on his public speaking! If one is going to talk about serious subjects, then learn to make it less boring and tricky to follow. *OH MY GOD! Get out! Get out, get out, get out! My body is not some hotel to check in at random times! This place is closed for business!* Cordelia bolstered her inner resolve and tried to use her willpower to overcome the force occupying her body. But still she was unable to force out the invading spirit processing her.
The ghosts in question were Grace Newman, a former Sunnydale High School teacher in 1955 and James Stanley an honour roll student she had an affair with. When she attempted to break it off to give him a chance at a normal relationship, James lost his temper and shot her dead, subsequently taking his own life in grief. Their spirits have recently returned, with James attempting to seek forgiveness for what he had done by possessing others to relive his last moments with Grace. It would appear that the spirits were now controlling Principal Synder and Cordelia Chase trapping the pair and forcing the pair to relive Grace and James's last moments. The spirits controlled both of them, and this was not good!
"You don't care anymore, is that it?!" The older man heard himself say to her while he struggled for control. All he
"It doesn't matter!" Grace as Cordy sobbed upset and desperate. "It doesn't matter what I feel!"
James controlling Synder stared into her eyes. "Then tell me you don't love me!" The cheerleader stared back, and for a moment neither said a thing until the man shouted at her. "Say it!" Not for the first time the principal cursed the fact that he was in such a bizarre and strange town as he had no control of his actions and words.
"Is that what you need to hear?" Cordelia said, voice wavering. "Will that help? I don't. Now let me go." She pulled her arm back.
"No! A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody!" Synder took a step back, and from nowhere he raised a gleaming black revolver. He aimed it at Cordelia's head, cocking the hammer back. *Oh my god! He is going to kill me!* Cordy screamed in her mind. "Love is forever," the man continued his voice close to hysteria. "I'm not afraid to use it. I swear! If I can't be with you..."
"Oh my God!" Grace as Cordelia cried, spinning on his heels and fleeing. *Run you stupid trespassing ghost! Run!* the actual Cordelia yelled in her mind. Still unable to control her body the only real option seemed to be freaking out about being trapped and now about to be shot.
"Don't walk away from me, bitch!" Synder called out, running after her. The girl ran out of the cafeteria and through several halls, making her way out towards a balcony overlooking the courtyard. The high school principal burst through the doors. "Stop it!" he called. "Stop it! Don't make me!"
Cordy spun around facing him, fear etched on her face. "All right," she said fearfully. "Just, you know you don't want to do this." *You damn right I don't want this!* Cordelia shouted in her mind to anyone listening. "Let's both," the spirit speaking through the girl's voice paused for a moment. "Just calm down. Now give me the gun." She held out her hand, carefully.
"Don't," Synder muttered. "Don't do that, damn it! Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid..."
Bang!
No!* Cordelia screamed inside, unable to turn her eyes away from the flash of phosphorous as the gun went off. The boom of the gun echoed in her ears, and the spirit shut her eyes tightly closed, missing what happened next.
Whether it was fate, the powers at be, blind luck or simply the mystical influence of the hellmouth the bullet aimed square Cordelia missed her heart and hit a necklace she wore. It was a shot of one in a million pushed into hitting the necklace dead centre by some unknown force. Grace as Cordelia staggered backwards as she felt the impact the air going out of her lungs and crashed to the floor. "James," she whispered.
The ghost James opened Sydner's eyes to see Cordelia's unmoving form lying against the ground. The spirit called James stared at the gun in Synder's hand, looked down at the girl, and then turned, running back into the school. Synder found himself racing down the corridors, tears streaming down his face, and every tear was just as much James's as it was his own. He had just killed a student in cold blood. There goes his Christmas bonus. The mayor would be firing him for this.
The spirit known as Grace stood up in Cordelia's body, surprised at still being alive. Her chest hurt where the flat of necklace had slammed into her, but hellmouth's influence healed her from any injury. It wanted this to play out to see what would happen.
In the Principal's office James suddenly realized the gun was still held in his hand. He was staring at his own reflection in a mirror, tears in his eyes. "I didn't mean to," the man whispered to himself. "I'm so sorry." For nearly a minute, James-in-Synder stared at the mirror, fighting for the nerve to end his pain and anguish. James's spirit had been trapped in a loop; every time he attempted to undo his mistake, the participants he and Grace processed repeated the couple's last moments, but James' host ended up shooting Grace's.
It had been no different. It was never different. It was always the same.
Always the same ending in death.
Slowly, so slowly, he raised his arm, preparing to aim the gun at his head. A hand slowly pushed Synder's arm back down. The man whirled, and saw Cordelia standing there, a sad look in her eyes. "Grace!" Synder or rather James exclaimed, even as the man himself thought *Thank God! I don't have to dump her body someway.*
"Don't do this," Cordelia said softly being controlled by Grace.
"But-But I killed you!"
"It was an accident," Grace said. "It wasn't your fault." Grace was calm and soothing but inside Cordelia was reeling. She had just been shot at, survived by some miracle but still was in some nightmarish situation were she had no control of her body. *I never signed up to anything that would mean my body would become a dictatorship!*
"Oh, it is my fault," Synder nearly sobbed. "How could I...?"
"Shh," Cordelia said, bringing a finger to Synder's lips. "I'm the one who should be sorry, James. You thought I stopped loving you. But I never did. I loved you with my last breath."
Synder or rather James did sob then, tears streaming down his face as he stared into the girl's eyes. Grace stroked his cheek, stepping closer to her, staring down into the older man's face. "Shh," she soothed. "No more tears." It only seemed right in the moment to obey her first instinct and tilt his head, leaning down to press her lips against Synder's. The spirit processing the older man quickly reciprocated the gesture wrapping his arms wrapped around her, and she snaked her own around Synder. The hot, salty taste of tears mixed with the taste of their lips, as the pair clutched each other tightly. Synder's eyes were closed, feeling Cordelia's soft, wet lips against her own. Their tongues pressed softly against each other, lost in the expression of love, trust, and deep caring that had been initiated by the spirits. As Cordelia, she knew the man as principal Synder, and knew to be annoyed at the sight of him. Grace on the other hand, seeking out her former lover James in the hopes of reuniting with him. All she felt was love, want, desire and romance. Tears gave way to lust and desire as the two spirits gave into desires.
Inside her body Cordelia was screaming. This was so not meant to be happening! She was currently making out with some troll like principal! Trying harder than ever before she tried to fight for control but still the spirit put up a resistance preventing the girl some doing anything but watch and feel the emotions. Inside his own body Synder was at a loss what to do. While he was delighted that the girl was not dead, he was now making out with a teenager which could easily get him fired. However, he couldn't exactly stop proceedings and in honestly wasn't too upset about them. He was not immune to Cordelia Chase's beauty; she reminded him of all the girls that turned him down for dates when he dated high school. Now it was pay back time.
Grace as Cordelia thrust her tongue in the older man's mouth – likely the real Synder would be long gone by this point and seeing stars given how beautiful and glamourous the girl making out with him was. Proving himself every bit passionate and processed Synder fought back with equal aggression as if trying to make the brunette dizzy, as opposed to the other way around. The controlled woman felt his restrained erection against her belly as his lips gently brushed against her chin, lips, and nose, subtly tilting her face away. She moaned at his touch as he pressed his lips expertly against hers. Maybe it was because it was because she was under the control of a spirit felt like her senses were acutely sensitive to his machinations. His hands were very adept at finding her sensitive spots and caressing far more pleasure than she wanted to feel in this situation.
While Cordelia internally wanted to spontaneously combust Synder's controlled hands had begun to massage her glorious body, beginning with her lower back and hips now pinched her butt, causing her to squeal into his mouth and move to kiss him. The girl groaned slightly against the older man's mouth, running her arms up and down his back without thought. Synder's processed hand moved to the small of her back, pressing her into him. His left hand landed on her neck so his fingers could massage her jaw and nape. His was not the fumbling hands of a sleezy, dirty older man, but of a passionate lover keen to express how deeply he cared for the woman before him. Synder's hands at her waist guided her back against the door. She thumped against it softly and breathed deeply through her nose as they kissed passionately. "James," she heard herself whisper.
Inside Cordelia was dying desperate to regain control and end this madness but it was all in vain as she couldn't do anything but feel all of the emotions and physical contract she was sharing with the older man. Her nipples were hard against his chest, her pelvis felt hotter, more humid, and she could feel her body desire to accept him. She couldn't think about what the man was doing to her or what she was doing to him but loathe as she would admit it… it was such wonderful things that she'd craved without even knowing it. Touching her here, stroking there, bringing her to the point of no return. So focused on trying to reestablish some control she was only dimly aware of herself roughly pushing off Synder's coat and they broke contact to work on removing his tie to discard the offending garment. *OH NO! No! No! Don't start undressing him!* she screamed in her mind in mood or desire to see principal Synder naked. Her protests grew louder when she felt herself remove her own red sweat leaving her in just her red tank top and trousers. *No! Don't start undressing me!*
Sadly no one was listening, and Cordelia could curse mentally as her body mutinied and she continued to kiss and caress the older man before her while removing her belt. His warm hands moved deftly under her blouse. At the hot feel of his hands on her bare skin Grace controlling Cordelia wanted more. His hands masterfully coaxed all manner of pleasure from her soft, sensitive breasts. Her hard nipples were teased, pinched, and caressed with care, and the real Cordelai was once again being overwhelmed by how good he was. She couldn't stop how aroused she was feeling and leaned against him as James processing Synder deftly move his right down her twitching abdomen to the hem of her trouser and then under her panties.
"Mmmm," Cordelia heard herself moan before stopping their kiss totally willing the ground to open up and swallow her. His fingers were already touching her sensitive slit. His fingers were quickly becoming coated with her love juices, making her equal parts hot, aroused, and embarrassed.
"Absolutely dripping," James remarked.
"This one is sensitive," Grace replied inside Cordelia well aware of the girl she was processing. Due to processing their hosts the both of the spirits knew what Cordelia and Synder's past, desires, secrets and personality. No privacy, no defences, no deflection thanks to procession. Grace knew things about Cordelia that she would have never told anyone. "She's likes to be treated like royalty but deep down… likes it rough too." At that statement James massaged her ass with a strong grip, coaxing a small whimper out of her luscious red lips. *Why don't you tell him my bank details and date of birth while you are at it!* Cordy couldn't help but quip from inside her head.
"This one is eager," James said. "Wants to dive into this opportunity. Wants to prove himself worthy and wants to control." His fingers were massaging her wet sex making her entire pelvis shudder at his ministrations. "You're so close, my dear," he whispered.
"So sensitive," Grace once again muttered as he inserted a finger as his thumb expertly massaged her extended clitoris. The processed Synder fingered her sensitive love tunnel as masterfully, moving her closer and closer to the ever-glorious edge with surprising efficiency. Seconds felt like minutes, and the girl couldn't keep her sweet whimpers and moans from escaping her clenched jaw. Everything he was doing made her knees weak and her body sparkled.
Holy shit!* Cordelia mentally gasped as Synder curled his fingers inside of her dripping sex, stroking a bundle of pleasure nerves. The ecstasy shot up her spine to her buzzed brain and she knew her wanton body was on the precipice of a massive orgasm, and she couldn't fight it or hold back any longer. Her will to stop was replaced with her need to climax—to get off—and she didn't stop him. Pumping curling fingers as his thumb massaged her love button, she gripped his body and pressed her forehead into his neck as the fat pleasure coil at the core of her womanhood finally burst. Her pussy clamped on his fingers as her mouth opened into an oval O. Like a minute-long continuous explosion of fireworks on the 4th of July, her body rippled continuously with every wave of pleasure wrecking her system.
Oh… wow!* Cordelia let out unable to deal with the pleasure that had been release in her system. Once her breathing was back under control Grace controlling Cordelia seemed to want more and once again began undressing quickly tossing her tank top over her flushed head. Principal Synder couldn't control any part of his body, but he was in a state of bliss watching a flushed, needy and passionate girl before him undress. Soon the teen stood in front of him, panties round her ankles, her body bare and exposed as Synder's eyes took her in. Cordelia was taller than him, standing 5'7 compared to his 5.5 and possessed a body that was oh so tempting and sinful. Mile long legs, a wider and equally thick booty and tits that were a full C cup already despite her tender 17 years of age, the brunette was a real stunner. He suddenly didn't care that he was processed or drugged as he had finally found a show worth watching.
The girl could feel the excitement in her pussy, knew it was replicated in his dick. Both of them together were reaching for his pants, undoing the buttons, zip and belt in a frenzied partnership. He kicked off his shoes and he yanked down the pants and the underwear underneath, stepping out of them and standing as naked as the brunette, his cock hard and large, pointing at her. When he threw his clothes off, he was about as scrawny as Cordy expected. Internally she was grimacing and shivering in disgust looking at the man externally Cordelia moaned in desire looking at him as Grace only saw James. Eager for one another they came together, Snyder's body pressing at hers, his hands gripping her cheeks as she grabbed round his back. *No!* she screamed in disgust, but her body disagreed with her.
As Cordy for the thousandth time cursed at what was occurring. Processed by some poltergeist and being controlled into lovemaking with her high school principal. This wouldn't just be in the yearbook but be in on her tombstone! She now had highly personal knowledge of the Sunnydale principal far more than she had ever wanted in her life. Opening his mouth, the older man captured her silver dollar sized nipple between his lips and started to noisily suck at her tit. The processed Cordy moaned and cupped his head against her boob as the pair grinded and rubbed against each other in need. As she rolled her hip, rubbing against his veiny hardness, Cordelia's soaking sex coated his rock-hard cock in her warm juices. They fell on Synder's couch with Synder on top of the brunette. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads, making her hair stick and his body sweaty and their bodies burned for each other's touch.
"I want it," Grace gasped. "Give it to me." She begged. *I really don't! I don't want it!* Cordelia yelled in her mind. The older man positioned his raging erection against the cheerleader's dripping sex. Gazing adoringly at the naked beauty under him, James then pulled her in as he impaled her tight pussy with his man-meat. Grace moaned loudly, arching her back as her pussy widened to accept his eager cock into her.
Synder groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside her. She felt amazing, like heaven on earth and if it was really Synder at the controls he probably would have come there and then. But thankfully James was at the helm, and he was able to restrain the urge before he started to thrust in and out of the girl under him. Commanding Cordelia, Grace gripped the back of her lover as her legs wrapped around his ass. The sound of her moans and cries, the feel of her tightness and the sight of her large breasts bouncing with his every thrust was causing Synder to experience euphoria. He imagined all the guys in school who openly talk about fucking Ms Cordelia Chase and filling her with their seed. Honestly Synder wanted to do the very same and was currently doing just that.
"Mmm… mmmmn… Yessss! Yess! I love it! Ah! Harder, James! Fuck me harder!" Cordelia could recognise the sound of her own wailing filling her ears as their musk filled the room. He pumped relentlessly in and out of her gushing womanhood and the girl loved it. *No!* her mind screamed, *I'm not supposed to enjoy this* her brain taking her back to reality. In truth Cordelia couldn't believe how much pleasure he was pulling out of her. Her quivering sex was gripping him tightly, and she couldn't stop thinking of how amazing the pleasure buzzing her brain felt. It felt wonderful, beyond sexy and better than it had any right to be. She wanted more and more as her resistance had totally fallen away and she had become seduced by the pleasure she was receiving no matter who she was receiving it from.
From inside Synder grasped as he jammed his nearly six-incher into her yielding pussy, rocking the woman and the couch under him. He pumped relentlessly in and out of her gushing womanhood
From inside Cordelia moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching with haste. Her legs trembled and her pulsing love tunnel gripped him harder as his thrusts became more forceful.
The timing was almost perfect, in harmonious sync. Grace as Cordelia gave her last heaving movement at the last ramming motion of Synder's cock into her soaked pussy. James as Synder came first howling in pain and pleasure. His body trembled and his hand held her tight while he filled her. A second later, Grace had her climax. She screamed in pleasure feeling something big, a wave washed over her that made her eyes roll back if not outright burst from their sockets. Both participants Synder and Cordelia were lost in their own pleasure as their brains overloaded due to pleasure signals.
For a good while no words were exchanged between the girl and the older man. That they were too breathless to speak was one part of it. After coming to, glossed in sweat but able to breathe at a regular pace, Grace obeyed her first instinct and kissed James, sloppily and full of tongue. It was a slow-burning kiss, and it seemed like forever before it deepened by mutual consent. They were like magnets unable to resist their attraction. Inside Cordy could do nothing to prevent her actions. She was a prisoner inside her own body. Inside Synder danced with glee as the bodies of Richard Synder and Cordelia Chase's lips snap together and they're heatedly kissing once again.
All that mattered was the spirits was him inside of her, and the overwhelming waves of pleasure. It was just his hands on her body, her hands on his. It was just hot, wet kisses being exchanged as the passion mounted. They were rutting like horny animals again. Using the body of Principal Synder James fucked Grace in the body of Cordelia Chase in every position they could think of and came inside of her no less than nine times. The ghosts were simply too excited to stop having sex with each other for long. Again and again, the pair did it in a variety of positions, losing themselves in pleasure. Sometimes it would be rough taking her over the man's desk pulling her hair as he slammed into her from behind with her groaning for more. Other times it would be soft, slower and far more tender as they made the sweetest love to each other. She would forever remember the feelings. He had worshipped her body, and she his. He made her feel beautiful, so beautiful that she wanted to weep. The spirits controlling their bodies came together and took full advantage. Cordelia and Synder let the spirits play with their bodies almost wanting it to never end.
But end it did as a few feet above them, a bright light formed. A swirling, unknowable vortex of light that was the form of James and Grace. The light grew brighter and brighter, swirling together before dissipating into the next world.
Finally, the unlikely pair seem to collapse, spent and exhausted. All the mystical energy that had been powering them had left and they simple had nothing left in their batteries. The pair couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep still clutching each other.
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The too-bright light of morning filtered in through Principal Synder's closed office blinds. The light came upon the bodies of the principal and high school pupil Cordelia Chase both dozing and intertwined on the floor. As the light hit the pair, they both groaned a little slowly waking up. Clamping her eyes closed immediately after opening them, Cordy let out a grumpy moan realising that her head pounded when she tried to move. Except for the awful headache, for some reason, her body felt deliciously sore in a way that her normal cheerleading workouts never managed. Desperately trying to drift back to sleep images played in her mind of but not of a hard muscle, broad shoulders and the handsome face she'd often found in her dreams. No images of her dictator-like principal which were far more real and detailed than they had a right to be.
She'd certainly never dreamt about Synder's package… wait a minute!
Cordelia's eyes snapped open at the same time as Richard Synder's did looking straight back at her before they both jumped apart from each other with a yelp. "Oh god!" Cordelia let out grabbing his shirt to cover herself and shrinking into the corner ignoring the twinge of pain as she did so. "Eew, eew, eew!" She couldn't help but let out in disgust of her situation.
Synder himself ducked round his desk catching sight of the cheerleader's underwear for a moment before the reality of his situation this was bad! Like go to jail bad! *Think Richard! Think! How the hell are you going to get out of this one?!* he thought to himself trying to ignore the brunette in the corner.
Omigodomigodomigod!* Cordelia panicked in her head. *Please tell me this is a nightmare! One long drawn out, annoyingly detailed nightmare!* She half wished he was a vampire as then she would just open the blinds more and he would be dust also what was that noise in the background? She frowned a little turning towards the door to the office as she heard it get closer. Synder couldn't help but follow her glance at the door as his eyes widen. It was the sound of a hoover… the cleaners!
The doorknob twisted and Cordelia honestly thought her life might end if it opened thankfully Synder still naked launched himself at the door keeping it slammed shut. "DON'T COME IN HERE!" he barked at the other person behind the door.
"Oh, so sorry Mr Synder!" came a startled Spanish voice from behind the door. "The cleaners were just coming to clean the office."
It certainly could do with a tidy up* Cordelia thought to herself looking around the mess of papers and files on the floor then grimaced recalling how she played a part in the room getting into that state.
"That's not necessary Carla," Synder told his secretary as he spotted his underpants and grabbed them to put them on. "I came in early to get a head start on things. The cleaners can just head off."
"Oh yes, I understand. I am sure you are happy that all the snakes have gone from the cafeteria. Not a single trace of them," Carla replied.
"Yes wonderful!" he muttered willing the woman to leave him alone.
"I take it the school is open then? Usual time no issues?" She asked her boss.
"Yes! Yes! Of course, no issues but ummm… maybe make the calls in a school classroom as… I don't want to be disputed here," he instructed to the woman keen for her to be away from her desk so that he could sneak out Mrs Chase.
Carla took that for code as in her boss might be having an early meeting with the Mayor which she knew was very important. "Oh yes of course Mr Synder I will do!" And with that she turned and headed off allowing Synder to breathe a sigh of relief as he heard her footsteps, and the sounds of the cleaners disappear.
The pair both breathed a sigh of relief before the reality of their situation hit home. Not only was the office in a shambles with papers and items of clothing scattered around the room but there was also a noticeable scent of sex – lots of it. It was all around them. Both were covered in each scent. Then he remembered why. he'd taken that luscious body more ways than he could even recall. Synder knew the hot little minx loved every second of it. Her screams of pleasure still rattled around in his head. He couldn't help but recalled flashing images of holding her in his arms, exploring silky golden skin, palming her breasts while holding her from behind and his hard cock pressing against her firm, rounded ass.
For her part Cordelia knew she should be incredibly embarrassed if not mortified by what happened only there was a part of her that was not. The feelings, emotions and actions of last night were very firm inside her head. She had never experienced such love, passion or want and desire. It had been so uncomplicated between the lovers. No inhibitions. No questions just pure passion. It was addictive to think about. The images, the sounds, the feelings all bubbling up to the surface inside of her.
"Come on we have got to get you out of here!" Synder stated moving forward to gather the rest of their clothes and get her out of here only to be stopped by Cordelia's leg coming up in front of him and placing it on his couch stopping him in his tracks. The view of her long, luscious bare leg was incredible, and he could almost see the smooth skin at the top of her thigh.
"Perhaps I should stay," she said giving him a naturally sultry look. She wasn't processed by some poltergeist but in full control only super horny. The lingering scent of their lovemaking was still in the air, and she could recall everything he had done to her and everything that he had made her feel. She wanted more… and Cordelia Chase always got what she wanted.
Synder stuttered and his mouth opened wide. She had an incredible body encase in his shirt no less. Sexy beyond belief. Dark eyes, beautiful black hair, and these firm, large, round breasts that he'd actually gotten to touch! He recalled how her hot body had felt gripping his, her powerful gyrations as she rode him, and the scorching kisses they had shared as they'd had sex. For a few seconds, he was struck dumb "Mrs Chase are you suggesting what I think you are suggesting?!" He asked stunned.
She merely smiled and nodded biting her lip. Casually, Cordelia undid one button of his shirt at time revealing more and more skin as she slowly moved towards him causing him to back pedal slightly. "Unless you'd rather we didn't." His flesh seemed willing judging by the hard on in his underwear.
Synder's gaze dropped several inches to Cordelia's incredible bosom as she undid his shirt leaving it open. The attraction, the pull he felt for her, James's desire for her. The decision was made. "Well, okay. But this can only be one more," he said as his back hit the wall.
Cordy removed her shirt completely letting it fall to the ground as she pressed up against him. He let out a small whimper as he felt her hard nipples against her chest and the skin-on-skin contract. She could feel the heat between her legs as the lust she felt inside her grew and grew. The wrongness of this all, the incorrectness and how surreal this all was only added to how she was feeling. It only made her hornier which she knew was displayed on her face. Synder gulped as he stared up at the girl who was taller by a few inches. Their breaths were hitting each other faces.
"Or… well… maybe we just… play it by ear." He squeaked out mouth dry. Cordelia nodded breathlessly as the lust took complete control, and she kissed him opened mouth and hungrily. She buried any doubts or logic she had in that kiss, there would be no turning back now. Their hands moved over each other as their tongues wrestled in the other's mouth. "This is wrong," Synder told her as he kissed and licked her neck. Nevertheless, he slid his hands along her body, caressing her ass. He sucked on her neck enjoying the taste of her skin and smell of her scent. His brain was also closed to higher reasoning as he enjoyed the feel of the shuddering Jenny against him. To experience his sexy teacher lean her feverishly hot weight on him, pressing her breasts and hard nipples against his chest, was so exhilarating,
The brunette purred as he sucked on her flesh, she ran her hand over his head deciding she loved bald men. "But so good!" Her other hand gripped his rock-hard erection through his boxers. Squeezing and rubbing his cock desperate to have him inside of her. The pair separated barely just enough for Synder to push down his boxers and then kissed as she spun him around pushing him down on the couch. The older man fell back on his couch and Cordelia eased herself down on him. They were both so desperate for it, she lined him against her dripping slit before stuffing his hard cock into the soaking warmth of her pussy to a mutual groan of bliss.
"Cordelia," he croaked out in pleasure underneath the girl savouring the warm moistness of her tight sex as she began riding him.
"Mmm Richard," she moaned using his first name feeling him inside her. He gripped her arms forcing her to stop moving and she looked at him in confusion.
"Call me Synder," he ordered before adding. "Or your principal!"
She grinned wickedly down at him. "Okay then… Principal Synder," she said seductively before she leaned down a little inviting her man to kiss her passionately. His mouth covered her lips, slanting his head to the side so his tongue slid deeper, caressing the girl's delicate tongue and entwining it with his. His hand cupped her firm ass as she rode him with abandon giving the man a fuck that rivalled anything he experienced last night.
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Much later Cordelia poked her head out of the office nearly an hour or so later. Seeing the coast was clear, both she emerged from the office looking a little undone and unkempt. She smoothed out her clothes and hair trying to keep all place as awkwardness came into her being. The sound of someone walking around the corner caused the girl to jump and open some distance between herself and the office she had just left. "Willow!" she said startled as the redhead came into her vision.
"Cordy hi!" Willow replied she frowned a little having never seen the girl looking so dishevelled. Usually, Cordelia Chase was flawless. "Where have you been? Xander was looking for you before school started."
Cordelia blinked hard and looked at her watch. *Was that really the time?!* She and Synder had… lost track time. Blushing slightly, she straightened up trying to play loose or cool or aloof or whatever she could think of. "Yeah… I had to see Principal Synder about… cheerleading stuff. Try-outs and such!" She said rather defensively.
Willow raised her eyebrow at the fact that Cordelia seemed to be acting strange but then it was the hellmouth. "Okay," she let out before adding. "Wow morning meeting with Principal Synder bet that was a hard time," she quipped.
Cordelia couldn't help but stumble a little before she straightened up herself. *Oh if only you knew* she thought to herself before heading down the hall.