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.