"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.