During the next day at school, there was a great deal of whispering and smirking among the boys in Susan's class. Finally even the girl students joined in.
Only Tommy remained aloof from the merriment. He obviously was embarrassed.
Susan knew what was going on, and the situation disturbed her. Spike obviously had bragged about what he had done with her the day before, the word spreading quickly through the class.
The next event was predictable.
"Miss Campbell, I'd like to have a word with you, if I may," the principal, Homer Twilby, said as he stuck his head through the doorway after the children had filed out at three o'clock. "In my office," he added ominously.
He left, and Susan rose from her chair. She was trembling. She tried to calm herself by smoothing her skirt over her rounded hips and thighs. She wished she had worn a bra that morning, for her nipples were erect and made dents in her clingy blouse. Her breasts quivered each time she moved.
Deciding there was nothing to do but confront square old Mr. Twilby and admit everything, Susan left her classroom and walked on rubbery legs to the principal's office. The door was open. The other teachers and office staff had departed for the day, leaving her and the principal alone.
She found him seated behind his desk. About fifty years old, he had steel-gray hair and a lean, small frame. His eyes were quick and his manner self-righteous. Susan understood that he was a life-long bachelor, and he had always seemed so cold that she had wondered whether he had any interest in women at all.
"Please close the door," he said crisply, not showing her the courtesy of rising when she entered the room.
Susan shut the door behind her.
"Be seated," Homer said.
For some reason, which wasn't consciously formed in her mind, Susan chose the chair next to Homer's desk. She crossed her legs, causing her skirt to glide back from her knees. A narrow slice of white thigh was visible above the stocking on her leg which was crossed above the other.
Homer's eyes flicked there, whiplike, and Susan wanted to pun her skirt down. It wasn't that she disliked being admired by men – even men she didn't care for – but she feared Homer's glance was one of condemnation, not lust. Still, she left her skirt alone. What difference did it make?
"Some shocking gossip has reached my ears," the principal pompously began. "It apparently was rampant among the students today and was overheard by a teacher. She naturally brought it to me."
"Naturally," Susan said with a strong tinge of sarcasm. She wasn't as nervous as before. Homer Twilby was such an old fart! Why let a ridiculous person like that frighten her?
"I believe you know what I'm talking about," he said firmly, squinting as he looked at her.
"I suppose I do," said Susan.
"Do you deny that the gossip is true?"
Susan hedged, "Well, I'm not sure exactly what the students have been saying." There was no use admitting any more than she had to.
"Very well. Then I will lay it all out." Homer continued like a prosecutor, "Do you deny that after school yesterday you had illicit relations with two students in your classroom?"
"What do you mean by 'illicit relations'?" Susan asked, amused by the principal's stuffy euphemism.
"I mean," Homer replied, his voice rising indignantly, "did you permit those boys to… to…" He seemed stumped as to how to finish the sentence.
Susan helped him. "To fuck me?" she asked sweetly. She answered the question as Homer's face reddened, "Only one of them fucked me. I sucked the other one off."
Homer's jaw dropped. He stared, speechless. Susan realized with glee that she had demolished him by a few simple words.
"I know such conduct is inappropriate in a classroom," Susan said, "but, well, we were excited and the situation got out of hand. You know how those things are."
"I m-most certainly do not!" Homer sputtered, his face beet-red.
"You don't?" Susan asked, her eyes twinkling as she smiled. She felt in complete control now. "You mean, you've never gotten excited over a woman and lost your head, doing something indecent and crazy on the spur of the moment?"
"Of course not!"
"Well, maybe that's your trouble, Mr. Twilby."
Susan lifted her thigh which was crossed over the other, causing her skirt to slide nearly to her lap. This exposed the entire length of her stockings, revealing her garters and the white flesh above the stocking bands. The elevation of her crossed leg also exposed a triangular portion of pink panties where her thighs met.
Homer's gaze dropped to the exciting display and, despite an obvious effort, he couldn't seem to draw his eyes from it. Susan suddenly realized that he wasn't queer… or cold, either. He simply was repressed and had been all his life.
Susan got up from her chair and perched on his desk, immediately in front of him. She crossed her legs as before, this time placing the allure of her thighs and panty-clad crotch in his direct line of sight, so close that he could touch them. She smiled foxily.
"What do you think about this?" she boldly inquired, reveling in her power as a woman. "Are you just a teeny bit interested?"
"Miss Campbell!" he exclaimed. "I… I…"
"My name is Susan." She writhed on his desk-top, causing her, pussy to wiggle in her snug, silken panties.
Homer was staring at it and at her luscious bare thighs above her stocking tops. His mouth continued to hang open.
"Susan, I…"
"Do you want me?" she asked gently. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Yes!" the respectable, middle-aged bachelor blurted.
"Then why don't you take me?"
"I c-can't!" he cried, suffering.
"And why not?"
"It would be indecent!"
"Oooh, poo!" Susan said, and slid forward off the desk, landing astride Homer's lap.
Her skirt had rucked up to her middle. Only her thin panties were between Homer's trousers and her warm, resilient buttocks. She writhed, hugging his thighs with hers. She quickly unzipped her blouse at the back and pulled it down, letting her tittles pop out.
Homer stared at the luscious pale globes with their stiff, ruddy nipples. He held back for only a moment before his respectability crumbled and he wrapped his bony fingers around Susan's full, springy tits.
A lustful breath rattled in his throat as he squeezed the young woman's delightful bulbs.
"Ooooh, Homer!" she purred, and ran her fingers through his gray hair.
"You sweet… wonderful creature!" he exclaimed hoarsely. He lifted one of her ripe tits to his descending mouth.
He sucked Susan's stiff, throbbing nipple.
She chuckled softly, continuing to pet him. She guided his mouth from one titty to the other, then back again, waggling her shoulders to and fro. Her sumptuous, nipple-studded softness smeared across the man's sucking mouth. His tongue waggled.
Susan felt his cock rise in his pants to poke her warm crotch.
I've got him! she thought exultantly. He'll do anything I want!
What had begun as a fearful encounter for Susan had turned into a personal triumph.
She lifted one leg and pushed Homer's head down so that he could kiss her inner thigh above her stocking. He did so. She directed his face to her opposite thigh, and he licked that one. She waggled his bent head back and forth, rubbing his face across the lower front of her panties.
"Let me take you!" he exclaimed, raising his head. He was breathing hard.
"Only if you ask for it like a man," Susan chided. "Tell me what you want, Homer – and none of that professor-like bullshit you usually spout."
"I want to fuck you!" Homer cried. "Please let me fuck you!"
"All right," Susan giggled and tweaked the man's nose.
She dismounted from his lap, holding her skirt high as she did so. This gave Homer a delightful view of her pink panties, clinging to plump buttocks. Her full tit ties swayed and jiggled.
Homer turned his swivel chair to face her, but seemed afraid to get up.
"Don't be bashful about your hard-on," Susan said, "I'll bet it's a beauty."
She guided the man to his feet. The front of his trousers pushed forward.
Susan dropped to her knees before him and opened his pants. Her delicate hand snaked into his fly, her cool fingers finding his hot cock. She drew the stiff organ out and rolled back its foreskin.
Homer's pinkish glans swelled big and full. Its raunchy aroma teased Susan's nostrils, dilating them. She stuck out her rosy, slick tongue.
The man could scarcely believe what he saw or felt – as the pretty, young teacher began passionately licking his cock.
"My goodness!" was all he could say as his prick twitched excitedly against Susan's tongue.
She licked all over his glans, in the groove behind its horny ridge, then up and down his shaft while the organ bobbed spastically. She reached into his clothes, cupped his warm balls, and brought them out. She licked those bobbly, hair-adorned bulbs as they hung in front of his fly. Her tongue waggled up the underside of his vigorously erect cock until her marvelous oral instrument was tickling the tip of his pecker once more. Finally she glided her o-shaped lips over his cockhead and locked them behind the corona. She sucked his juicy, hot prick.
"Good GOD!" Homer exclaimed, writhing on the balls of his feet as Susan pumped her mouth on his shaft. The wonderful sensation was almost more than he could endure, having been without sex for so long.
The twitching of his prick in her mouth told Susan that she must ease up or Homer would surely shoot. While she wouldn't have minded a taste of his cum she didn't want him to feel cheated by having their sex fun cut short.
She released his wet, throbbing cock, and the lengthy organ waved stiffly, trailing a strand of her saliva. She rose to her feet.
"Now why don't you take all your clothes off while I do the same," she suggested.
"B-but this is… my office!" the man protested, breathing hard.
"So what? We're alone here." Susan's eyes became very warm. "You do want to see me with all my clothes off, don't you?"
"Yes!" Homer admitted heatedly.
"And I want to see you that way, too. Here," Susan offered, "let me help you get comfortable."
She went to work on the principal's clothes while he stood awkwardly with his prick sticking out through the front of his pants. He watched Susan's tits bobble as she slid his suit-jacket away, then unfastened his tie.
He clutched her firm, pliable titties.
Susan was aroused more from the situation than by the man, but she couldn't help responding to his touch. She writhed gently, wiggling her titties in his grasp.
She took Homer's tie away, then unbuttoned his shirt. She drew that garment off. As she laid it aside, Homer lifted his undershirt over his head.
His chest was nothing to excite a girl, but at least it had fuzz on it. Susan ran her hands over the wiry hairs and tweaked Homer's nipples. She bent her head and licked one of the tips, moistening it. Homer writhed, his cock swaying to and fro. Susan held her body away from him so that his moist penis wouldn't soil her skirt.
She dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. She unfastened his pants. As she slid his trousers down, she licked the tip of his pecker, causing the organ to bob spastically. She chuckled.
The strait-laced old principal was having more fun than he had ever imagined. Disciplining Susan had become the furthest thing from his mind.
She removed his shoes and socks, then helped him off with his pants. He wore plain blue, boxer-style shorts. These Susan lowered with a single sweep, causing Homer's prick to pull in through the fly, then bounce out above the descending waistband.
"Your pecker is springy as a kid's," Susan said.
"It is? Really?" Homer was obviously pleased by the compliment.
"I really dig it!" Susan exclaimed. To demonstrate that, she nuzzled the base of his cock, letting the horny shaft stand up next to her cheek. She kissed her way up the organ and licked off the clear fluid which had oozed out its tip.
"That's… wonderful!" he panted. "I mean… what you've been doing to me. I never…"
"You never had a girl do that before? Oooh, Homer, what a pity!"
She cupped his balls and the base of his upthrust cock between her hands, kissing all over those private parts as his prick waggled across her nose. She drew several quick sucks at the end of his organ.
"Let me… see you now!" he begged. "All of you!"
Susan got to her feet and backed away. Smiling like the foxy lady she had turned out to be, she went into a strip act which had everything but music. Neither the performer nor the audience of one seemed aware of that lack, however.
Susan turned this way and that, posturing, letting her long black hair whip to and fro. She cupped her quivering titties and toyed with her nipples.
Homer sank into his chair so that he could watch in greater comfort.
Susan turned away and smiled at him over a creamy smooth shoulder as she unfastened her skirt. The lowering of that garment revealed her pink panties, which clung to plump, shapely buttocks. A skimpy garter belt encircled her middle, its straps emerging from under her bikini briefs to grip the tops of her shining hose. The creamy fullness of her thighs gleamed enticingly between her stockings and the lace-edged elastics of her panties.
Keeping her back turned toward the thrilled male, she hooked her thumbs around the top elastic of her panties and slowly turned that delightful garment inside out as she lowered it, exposing the twin rondures of her ass.
Her panties skidded down her stockings, and Susan stepped from the skimpy briefs. She turned to face Homer, swinging her pants on a finger. His prick was sticking up hard from his lap, quivering with excitement.
Susan impishly gave her pants a toss, and they caught on the man's standing cock. He laughed in excitement, his usually dour face glowing.
He clutched Susan's panties and rubbed them up and down on his prick.
"No jacking-off now!" she said pertly. "I have better things in mind for that beautiful cock of yours!"
"You're amazing!" Homer exclaimed. "I would never have believed…"
Susan bent forward and placed a finger across his lips. She waggled her shoulders to and fro, causing her dangling tits to sway like tolling bells. Homer cupped those springy delights in his hands, letting Susan's stiff nipples tickle his hands.
She straightened, letting her titties bounce, and raised a stocking-clad leg, placing her shoe on Homer's bare thigh. This revealed her plushy snatch, which the man ogled hungrily.
"Why don't you unfasten my garters," Susan suggested. "That is, if you feel up to it."
"I feel up to anything now," Homer replied, his cock proving the point by continuing to stick up, rigid as steel through the circle of her silken pants.
He stroked Susan's leg, running his appreciative hands back and forth across the top of her stocking and along the garters which pressed against her bare thigh. He slowly undid first one metallic clasp, then the other. He gently pushed Susan's stocking down.
Bending, he licked the lovely skin he was uncovering. He licked high on Susan's thigh, as well.
His gliding, moist tongue turned her on, especially since his face was tantalizingly close to her bare pussy.
Homer removed her shoe and stocking.
Susan placed her other foot on his thigh, and he ungartered her remaining stocking. Instead of brushing it down her leg with his hands, he wrapped his hands around her plump buttocks and wiggled those exquisite globes as he used his tongue to push her slack stocking along.
Susan sizzled.
"Kiss my cunt," she said sultrily after Homer had removed her shoe and stocking.
"Ooh, my dear!" he exclaimed, clutching her firmly by the buttocks and drawing her toward his face.
He nuzzled her sweet-smelling bush. His tongue sought out the cleft beneath the curls and tickled it. However, standing as she was, Susan couldn't appreciate the cunt-kissing as fully as she would have liked. Homer obviously was frustrated, also.
The pretty girl backed up to his desk and sat on it, spreading her thighs. This caused her moist pussy to split partially open, revealing its pink inner flesh.
Homer scooted his chair forward and bent into the V of her pale, tapering legs. He licked her luscious pussy up and down. Susan moaned and writhed. She clutched Homer around the back of the head, forcing his mouth and nose deeper into her sexual nest.
He plunged his tongue into her hot cunt, lapping up and down across her tingling clitty. She circled her wet, soft snatch around the penetrating probes of his tongue. She lay back on the desk, spreading her thighs even wider and lifting them. This made her cute asshole available to Homer, also, and he licked that delightful dimple with the tiny curls surrounding it. He loved the warm, satiny resilience of her buttocks as he stuck his tongue between them.
Susan was more than ready to fuck by that time, and Homer had been prepared for quite awhile. She slid forward off his desk, whipped her panties away from his prick and directed the rigid shaft up into her open cunt which glided warmly and snugly down around it. Moaning with pleasure. Homer took the panties from her hand and rubbed them against his face as Susan jogged up and down on his cock, her titties bouncing before his eyes.
The man grasped a bobbling tit. He squeezed and rolled the pliant, firm mound.
Susan bent farther forward to rub her titties against his face. He let her panties fall away.
She screwed him with circling, bobbing motions of her hips which gave his cock sheer delight. He began to rock up and down on his chair, jabbing his prick in her tight, wiggling hole. His moist mouth chased and sucked at her dancing nipples.
"Finish me on the desk!" Susan exclaimed passionately. "I want you to really drive your cock in!"
That idea pleased Homer, and he let her stand up. She sat on his desk once more, lying back on her elbows. She lifted her widely spread legs in the air.
The man stood between her open thighs, guided his cock into her puckered pussy, and began thrusting wildly, fucking the lovely girl for all he was worth. Susan fucked back.
The desk seemed to shake beneath them. The whole room seemed to revolve. Susan panted, tossing her head from side to side. Homer clutched her quivering tits. His bulb-ended prick sent voluptuous ripples up and down her clutching, slippery cunt as he stroked vigorously in and out.
His strokes increased in tempo until he was smacking his pelvis into Susan's soft crotch at break-neck speed. Her cunt convulsed around his rapidly stroking rod.
"Oooh, Ho-merrrr!" she cried, ecstatically completing.
He jerked and spurted his warm cum into the quaking, wet clutches of her vagina.
When they were dressed and seated sedately once more, Homer said, "I don't know what I'm going to do, my darling. The staff of the school is up in arms. Soon the parents will be after me, as well. I hate to sound selfish at a time like this, but my job is on the line. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Of course," Susan replied. "And I don't want to see you ruined."
"If it were up to me – my God, you could have anything and everything you want!" He reached and took Susan's hand.
"I know, Homer." She gave him a smile. "I'll quit. It's the only solution."
"But I don't want you to leave town," Homer said quickly. "I, uh, have a bit of money set aside. Quite a comfortable amount, in fact, since I've never had a wife or even a girlfriend, for many years, to spend it on. I could give you a regular allowance and you could be my, uh…"
"Mistress?" Susan stood, continuing in an even tone, "No, Homer, I don't want that kind of life. But thank you for the offer, anyway."
"Do you mean you're going to leave Poplar Gap?" the man asked, obviously distraught over the prospect.
"Well, not right away. I have to think and, uh, work out some plans. Maybe we'll see each other again, Homer."
"Oh, I sincerely hope so!" he said with feeling, and stood.
He circled his desk as Susan walked to the door. She turned and faced him. He took her in his arms, and they kissed.
Susan left the principal's office feeling that she hadn't played out her power over Homer to the fullest possible extent. But she didn't regret that. She certainly hadn't been tossed out of the school in disgrace, and possibly even prosecuted, as Homer might have had in mind. And she had enjoyed herself. It wouldn't have been fair to have made Homer suffer because of her indiscretions with the students.
She was willing to write off her school career in Poplar Gap with the hope that something more rewarding lay in store. It all depended on Rusty.
Susan made plans to call on him that night.