Sally had been pretty close in her thought that one day she might run the school. In the two weeks that followed her experience with the cop, she seduced two more of her teachers. One was the old maid English teacher, Miss Buttons, and the other was the male physical education teacher. It was fun seducing them, but neither provided the excitement that she needed.
She had a great deal of power over them. She ended up almost running their lives. She had to do no more study for her English or her math classes. There she had automatic A's. Sometimes she didn't even bother to go to class.
The other kids seemed to realize her influence over her teachers. They started coming to Sally to ask for favors. It excited Sally to have such power over everybody.
Seducing Miss Buttons had almost been by accident. She had never even considered Miss Buttons until she had to stay after school for her one day. Then she felt Miss Buttons looking at her and Sally realized why. The rest had been easy.
It was fun, too, because Miss Buttons didn't really have a bad body. She was forty but her full tits were still firm and sensitive. It was nice for Sally.
The physical education teacher was Mr. Thomas. He was good, but not great. He had a good body, but he had not taken control of the situation. Sally longed for a man who would use her as she needed to be used.
Sally had everything going for her but she didn't expect it to last. It came as no surprise to be called into the principal's office. Mr. Redman was a man who knew what went on in his school.
Mr. Redman was much like Mr. Pucket. He was a skinny, nervous man who was always making big speeches about moral and things. He was also a minister at one of the smaller churches near the school.
There was no man more moral than Mr. Redman.
Sally wondered if he ever did anything at all. She knew he once had because he had two children. But she didn't think he would get very excited about his fat wife.
Sally had prepared herself to be called into his office. She had dressed herself very carefully for a full week. She had worn short dresses and blouses that revealed her full titties. She wanted Mr. Redman to know what he was missing.
She had even given a thought toward seducing Mr. Redman. It would certainly be more of a challenge than the others had represented. He was such a man of authority and reeking of niceness that it would be fun to have him on his knees sucking her pussy.
That thought was in the back of her mind when he called her into his office.
He called her into his office during her study period and then he made her wait half the period in his outer office. Miss mumble, the secretary, kept giving her curious glances. Perhaps Miss Thumble had also been hearing a few rumors.
Then Mr. Redman called her into his office.
He was sitting behind his desk wearing his reading glasses and going over some report.
"Sit down, Sally," he said. "Be with you in a moment."
Sally sat. It was more than a moment before he looked up at her again. He seemed surprised to see her there and then he remembered that he had called her himself.
"Oh yes, Sally," he said.
Sally had crossed her legs and fixed her dress so that her knees showed. She didn't want to go too far too soon. Mr. Redman's eyes dropped nervously to her legs and quickly away.
He cleared his throat.
"Sally," Mr. Redman said. "I've been looking at some of your records."
"You have?" Sally asked.
"Yes. There are a few things I don't understand."
"Like what?" Sally asked.
"Your grades. It seems like you were doing so poorly in math until these last few weeks. Suddenly your grades have improved one hundred percent. Even your English has improved."
"Yes," Sally said. "I've been doing a lot of extra study lately."
"That's just it," Mr. Redman said. "Your study hall teacher tells me you're hardly ever there. And you've been seen wandering the halls. Now exactly what is going on?"
Sally shifted in her chair and felt his eyes back on her legs again. She'd known she had nice legs but not that nice. He seemed to be too interested in them for a moral man. Perhaps she could seduce him.
"I can explain," Sally said. "You see, I've been doing all my study at home."
"At home," Mr. Redman said. "All your study at home? That's unusual. Most of our students hardly ever take work home anymore."
"Well I need good grades," Sally said.
"Hmmmm," Mr. Redman said. "That's a very good attitude. I wish more of our children would put in more hours at home. Yes, that's a very good attitude."
"Home is a good place to study," Sally said.
She felt the conversation was getting silly but she was interested in the way he kept looking at her. She wondered what it was going to lead to.
"I wish more of our girls would study," Mr. Redman said. "I wish they could show the exceptional improvement that you've shown in the past few weeks."
"Maybe they're not as interested as I am," Sally said. "I really want to make good. I have my career to think about."
"Your career?" he asked. "What do you plan on doing?"
"Oh," Sally shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't decided anything yet. I just want to do good so my grades will stand up to the test."
She almost laughed at the lies she was telling. He got a sincere expression on his face.
"That's wonderful," he beamed. "All most girls can think about is getting married. I'm gad to talk to a young lady with different ideas. You have an exceptional viewpoint."
"Thank you," Sally said.
"All they think about is marriage," he continued. "They don't think they need an education. Well they're really wrong. A girl should get a good education now before it's too late."
"I agree," Sally said.
Sally had on her most serious face.
Mr. Redman got up and walked to his window. He put his hands behind his back and looked out. He stared for a long time at the parking lot.
"Look at that," he said. "Now all boys have their own cars. I used to have to walk to school. Children just don't realize how good they've got it."
"I agree," Sally said again.
"They just don't appreciate it," he said. "They just don't appreciate all they've got."
"I know," Sally said.
Sally had crossed her legs again so that her dress slid back even farther on her bare thighs. A strip of pink flesh was revealed. He didn't want to look but his eyes kept dropping. He was so obvious. So pathetic. Sally knew he wanted the conversation to go on but he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Well, I'm glad we've had this little talk," Mr. Redman said. "You've answered my questions. You're dismissed, Sally. And keep up the good work."
"I will," Sally promised.
There was a smug smile on her face as she left his office. She knew that he would call her back. She knew he was too interested in her legs to allow her to stay away from him for very long.
He had more will power than she gave him credit for.
He waited two days before he called her once more into his office. This time he didn't keep her waiting. She went right on in.
This time he was standing near the window when she entered. He gave her a smile.
"Sit down, Sally," he said. "Sit down."
"Have I done something wrong, Mr. Redman?" Sally asked.
"Oh no," he said. "I'm sorry I called you out of your class again. I wanted to have a little talk with you."
Sally sat and felt his eyes on her legs as she tugged her short dress down. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to look at her legs. And more.
Sally noticed that he had a bulge in his trousers. He was getting turned on. She liked that. It made her feel warm between her thighs.
"What did you want to see me about?" Sally asked.
"See you about?" he said. "Oh yes, well, you see I wanted to have a little talk."
"About what?"
He seemed to be searching his mind for a quick answer.
"I started thinking about what you said. About study."
"Yes?" Sally questioned.
"Well I thought that you had such a good attitude and you're such a popular girl that you might be able to influence some of the other students."
"To do what?" Sally asked.
"You know," he said. "Influence them to study and to work a little harder. Kind of set them an example."
It was a very weak excuse to bring her back but Sally pretended to be impressed by his idea. "I might be able to influence a few," Sally said. "Of course you will," he said. "They'd be sure to listen to a pretty girl like you." Sally looked pleased.
"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Sally asked. "Yes, Sally," he said. "You're a very pretty girl. Very pretty."
"Boys say that I am," Sally said. "But I don't know if I believe them."
"Believe them," he said. "You are pretty." He looked uncomfortable giving her compliments.
"I think my legs are too fat," Sally said.
She stretched her legs out in front of her. She could feel his hot eyes on her.
"Do you think they're too fat?"
"No," he said. "Your legs are very nice. Very attractive. Very nice."
"Do you really think that," Sally said. "Or are you just trying to make me feel good?"
"Oh, I do," he said. "I like your legs. I think they're very attractive."
Sally shrugged her shoulders. "But they're fat," Sally said.
"No," he protested. He wiped off his gasses. "They're just right."
"A little higher up and they're fat," Sally insisted. "Here, I'll show you."
Sally stood up and hiked up her dress up above her knees to where her panties began. She stopped as she felt his hot eyes feasting on her bare flesh.
"Put your skirt down," he said weakly. "This isn't proper."
"But don't you think they're a little fat?" Sally asked him.
"No," he said. "As a clinical observation I should say that they're perfect."
"Come closer," Sally said. "You can see them better."
"This is close enough," he said. "I don't think this is proper. Someone might walk in. Someone might not understand what's going on."
"We can fix that," Sally said.
She went to the door and locked it. She made sure he heard the sound of the lock going into place. She turned back to face him once more.
"Now I'll show you more," Sally said.
She lifted the skirt to her waist. She heard him gasp for breath and she saw his eyes flickering nervously to the yellow panties she wore. Sally stood with her legs apart.
"Dear God!" he said.
"Do you think they're nice?" Sally asked.
She ran a hand down the side of one thigh.
"It has good muscle tone," Sally said.
"Dear Jesus!"
"They're as nice as anyone's," Sally said.
"Oh Jesus!"
She walked to him and took his hand. He didn't protest as she placed it against one bare thigh. She made him rub his hand in a circular motion. She could feel the heat from his palm going through her legs.
"Now don't I have good muscle tone?" Sally asked.
"Oh dear God and Jesus!" he moaned.
Sweat broke out on his forehead. His mouth dropped open. His entire body seemed to tremble.
She let the back of her hand brush against his prick. He was really getting hot. She allowed his hand to go up under her skirt and rub against her panties. He wanted to stop. She could see that he wanted to, but he was too excited by her fresh young body to stop.
She had him at her mercy.
"What am I doing?" he asked. "Oh God, what am I doing? Oh, what's happening to me?"
"You're just rubbing me," Sally whispered. "There's nothing wrong with that. You're just rubbing me a little."
"I can't," he said. "I can't be doing this."
"Just relax," Sally said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
Sally reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall to the floor.
She stood back as he rubbed her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She stood before him in only bra and panties.
"Take my bra off," Sally commanded.
He approached his task with obvious relish. He quickly pulled off her bra and freed her huge titties. He touched them and then he tilted his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked her nipples as if they were candy. Sally moaned as delicious shivers went over her.
"That's nice," she said. "You are nice, Mr. Redman."
Again she took his hand and placed it between her legs. She made him rub her as he sucked on her titties. Mr. Redman was feeling really guilty but he couldn't stop. Never before had he tasted flesh so sweet and willing as Sally's. He needed her more than he had ever needed any woman.
God, he was going crazy! His cock was aching and his hot balls felt heavy with sperm. He kept picturing his cold wife at home with her gobs of repugnant flesh. He kept thinking about her frigid body and hearing her turn his request for sex down with a haughty shaking of her fat head.
He sucked in more of Sally's creamy flesh.
"On the desk," Sally said. "Clear off your desk and get undressed."
There was no stopping Mr. Redman. He cleared of his desk, pushing papers and books onto the floor. Sally was excited by how badly he needed her.
He undressed quickly, revealing a body that was as skinny as Mr. Pucket's. But his cock jutted up strong and hard between his legs.
"On the desk," Sally said.
He stretched out on the desk and Sally crawled on top of him. He had never had a woman like this and it was exciting him more than he would have thought possible.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, Mr. Redman," Sally said.
He watched as she positioned herself above his cock. She came down slowly. He felt his hot cock slipping up into her cuntal entrance. It felt so good. Her moist hotness surrounded his hot staff. He felt wonderful. She was so tight that he thought he was going to come almost immediately.
He was able to control himself but not for long.
She started to bounce up and down on hard cock. She was really riding him. Slowly and deliciously she would slide him up into her cunt. She would squeeze her cuntal muscles so that he would be squirming with delight.
"Like it?" she questioned him.
"Oh yes," he moaned. "Oh yes!"
"Then tell me," she commanded. "Tell me how much you like it."
He started moaning loud enough to be heard outside. Sally didn't care. She would leave him to explain to his secretary the peculiar noises that had come from his office.
She reached between them and grasped his balls, then started bouncing up and down a little faster.
"God," he moaned. "Oh God, you're killing me!"
"I just love to kill men this way," Sally said. "Don't you love to die this way?"
"Oh yes," he said. "Oh yes!"
She felt the first of his hot cum spurt up into her cunt. Then another hot spurt. Then he was flooding her cunt with his thick love juice. He had a heavy load. He had probably not given any to his wife for a long while. She kept pumping his rod until he was drained dry.
Sally quickly came off his cock and went up the desk. She poised herself over his face and lowered herself onto his tongue.
He was more than willing to eat her. His hot tongue entered her curd licking at both his juices and hers. She felt hot waves go over her. He was a good cunt lapper – that was a pleasant surprise.
"Oh yes," she said. "That's sweet kissing. Keep it up! Keep it up!"
She felt so hot that it was only minutes before her juices flooded, into his mouth. She kept grinding herself against his face until she had drained away every drop into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it. He gobbled up her flesh like candy. She finally had to drag herself away. She gave him a pat on the head.
"You're a sweet cunt lapper," she said. "Very sweet. I think I'll let you eat me often!"
She walked out of his office with a satisfied smile that left his secretary shaking her head in puzzlement.