Ray Todd: Incest teacher

Finally, as her twat muscles relaxed their gasp on his slippery dick, the boy pulled the limp cock out of her with an obscenely slurping sound.

"Clean me off," he whispered when his beautiful teacher turned around and faced him.

Without a moment's hesitation, she dropped to her knees in front of him, wrapping her fingers around his limp wet prick. Opening her mouth, she began licking their combined juices off of his cream-coated cock head. She sucked and licked until she'd scoured every drop of jism from his gleaming clean prick.

They were so deeply involved in their own depraved pleasure that neither of them had noticed Stanley Kramer, the school principal, watching them through the partially opened door.

Shortly before noon the next day, Laura received a note from the principal asking her to come to his office after her last class was dismissed.

"Hi, Mr. Kramer," she said when she entered his office later that afternoon.

"Hello, Mrs. Mason," he answered in a tense voice. "Won't you please sit down?"

Thanking him, she sat in a chair opposite his desk. Staring at the beautiful teacher, the principal was looking at her soft lips, vividly recalling how he'd seen Joe Harlan's cum oozing out from between them yesterday. The memory of it sent a delicious tingle through his groin. Although Laura was completely dressed, he clearly visualized those luscious big tits that had dangled beneath her as the young man fucked into her cunt from the rear.

"Mrs. Mason." He nervously cleared his throat. "I'm afraid I have a very unpleasant duty to perform."

"What is that?" she asked, somewhat upset by his serious tone of voice.

"I must ask for your immediate resignation," he answered, looking down at his desk so he wouldn't have to face her.

"But why?" she gasped.

"Mrs. Mason," he continued, looking her straight in the eye this time. "I went down to your room after class yesterday, and I saw you in there with young Joe Harlan."

"But," she gasped turning pale as she clutched the arms of her chair.

"There's no buts," he interrupted, not looking at her this time. "I must have your resignation."

Laura was in complete shock. She couldn't believe what was happening. After years of impeccable behavior as a teacher, she was being dismissed on a morals charge.

"Mr. Kramer," she sobbed in shame. "I know how it must have looked to you, but I'm not that type of a person."

"What type of a person behaves like that with a young student?" he pointedly asked.

"But you don't understand."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," he coolly continued. "But you leave me no choice but to ask for your resignation."

"Please, Mr. Kramer," she begged, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "Give me another chance."

"There's nothing I can do to help you," he said. "I've never seen anything so depraved in my life, and I just can't allow you to remain as a teacher with these impressionable young people."

Laura's head was spinning as she desperately tried to think of something that might save her. She was grasping for straws when an insane idea crossed her mind. She had been caught in this lurid situation because of her own indiscretion, and the only chance she had was to drag the principal into it.

Staring at him, she wondered if she could possibly pull it off, but out of desperation, Laura knew she'd have to try. The idea of seducing this very conservative man seemed utterly stupid, but she had no other choice. She was suddenly pleased that because of the hot weather, she hadn't been wearing any pantyhose for the last few days.

"Please, Mr. Kramer," she pleaded in a soft small voice as she moved over and sat on the edge of his desk, easing her skirt high above her knee. "Please give me another chance."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mason," he nervously answered, glancing at the bare flesh of her thighs, only inches from his eyes.

"That was the first and only time I've done anything like that," she softly whispered, re-crossing her legs as she moved the hem of her skirt a little higher.

"There's absolutely no excuse for such perverted behavior." He sighed, his eyes glancing at the bare flesh that led up to her cunt. His cock gave a little jerk as he recalled the thick white cum oozing out from between her legs when Joe had finally pulled his big prick out of her twat.

"I'm not a bad woman, Mr. Kramer," she whispered, discreetly inching her skirt a bit higher. "I needed some love so badly, and Joe just happened to be there."

He glanced up at her, a flicker of compassion in his eyes for the first time.

"I shouldn't tell you this," she continued in a soft voice. "But I'm a warm person, and it's awfully lonesome being a widow."

"You shouldn't have any trouble finding a husband," he answered, still looking into her soft gray eyes. "You're an extremely beautiful woman."

"But I don't want just any man," she whispered, easing her skirt up a bit higher. "Your wife is lucky. Kind and handsome men like you are very hard to find."

Seeing how he kept peering up between her thighs, Laura began thinking, her plan might work.

"Oh, Mr. Kramer," she sighed, re-crossing her legs. "You'll never know how starved I am for a little affection from a mature man."

Not answering, the man was glancing nervously at the filmy crotch of her white lacy panties as she once more slowly crossed her legs, giving him a lingering view of her panty-clad loins.

"I'm not a bad woman," she whispered, reaching down and taking his hand in hers. "I'm just lonely."

Staring at her moist soft lips as she spoke, he felt his cock give another lurch, as he recalled how they'd been thickly coated with Joe's cum yesterday.

"Please," she softly pleaded, gently squeezing his hand. "Please give me another chance."

He didn't answer. His damp palm was trembling in hers. Still holding his hand, she edged closer to him on top of the desk, slightly spreading her thighs to give him an unobstructed view of her panty-clad crotch.

"Oh, Laura," he sighed. "I feel so bad about all this."

Laura casually placed his hand against the warm bare flesh of her thigh, holding it there so he couldn't withdraw it as his fingers caressed her naked skin. Still holding his hand, Laura slowly eased it higher up between her open legs. Unaware of what he was doing, he instinctively moved his fingers up until they made contact with the hot wetness of her flimsy panties.

Gracefully dropping the sandal from her foot, she stretched her leg out and lightly touched his big bulging crotch with her bare toes. Lightly massaging the big lump in the front of his pants with her toes, she could feel his cock throbbing with excitement.

Blinded with lust, the principal worked his finger around the thin strip of he crotch-band and wormed it up into her hot juicy slit.

"Oh, Mr. Kramer," she whispered, still caressing his big bulge with her toes. "That feels so wonderful."

Her plan was working, but Laura knew that if her scheme was to be successful, she had to make him think he'd initiated the advances.

"God, Mr. Kramer," she softly whispered. "You sure know how to make a girl feel good."

Seeing how thoroughly aroused the man was, Laura jumped down from the desk and dropped to her knees between his legs. Quickly lowering hit zipper she pulled his hard boner out. The teacher was more than pleased with the size of his prick. It wasn't enormous like Joe's, but it was long and thick with a big ridge around the base of his cock head and large bloated veins that throbbed just beneath the stretched skin.

Lowering her mouth, she wrapped her soft warm lips around his throbbing knob. The delicious suction on his prick was enough to blow his mind. In his twenty-five years of marriage, his wife had never once sucked him off.