"I'm glad to hear that," Mr. Beauchamp said. "And of course, you always come to school looking very neat and pretty. Though I imagine that it bothered you quite a bit yesterday morning when you had to call in sick. An enthusiastic teacher like you can't like it very much, being forced by illness to stay away from the classroom. Still, you only missed one day, didn't you? You're well again."
"Yes, I'm fine," Susan said. The young woman was starting to get nervous.
"You look it," Mr. Beauchamp said. He'd finished shaving his face. "As a matter of fact, you don't look as though you were sick. And you must have felt much better by yesterday afternoon, because unless I'm mistaken, I saw you driving in your car yesterday around noon when I went out on my lunch-hour."
"That wasn't me," Susan said. She was very frightened now. Mr. Beauchamp must have seen her when she was driving to Stewart's house to look for that tape.
"But it was you," Mr. Beauchamp said. He was glaring at Susan. "That was your car, and you were driving it. And the fact of the matter is, Miss Lancaster, that you were not sick yesterday. Now, I don't know why you wanted to take a day off. Maybe you wanted to go shopping or some such thing. I'm very disappointed in you, though. I thought you shared my belief that the children of this school came first. I'm very disappointed that you would lie like that."
"I didn't lie," Susan said. "That wasn't me."
"Miss Lancaster, not only did you lie yesterday, but you've lied again this very moment," Mr. Beauchamp said. "And I'm very surprised at hearing these lies coming from a young woman in your position. After all, this is your first teaching position. I don't think it would help you very much if people got the idea that you were in the habit of not coming to work just because you didn't feel like it. You might find it very difficult to find other teaching positions in the future. And if Mr. Henderson heard about this, I don't think that he'd be at all pleased."
"Oh, please don't tell Mr. Henderson," Susan said.
Mr. Henderson was the school's principal. If he found out, she might be fired. Susan didn't want that to happen.
"As a matter of fact, I have no intention of telling him," Mr. Beauchamp said. He got up and locked the door. He walked over and stood beside Susan. "Because I wouldn't want to see you lose your job, Miss Lancaster. I've heard only good things about you. You are a very good teacher. I must say that I'm very impressed with you. Very impressed indeed."
Mr. Beauchamp stuck his hand between Susan's legs and started to rub her crotch. His fingers were working away. He was playing with her cunt for a long time. Susan didn't know if she should let Mr. Beauchamp do that to her. One thing she did know, though, was that it felt good the way he was playing with her cunt. The young woman opened her long legs even wider so that Mr. Beauchamp could get at her young cunt even better. She shut her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure.
"That's right, honey!" Mr. Beauchamp murmured. "We're having a really good time. I'm playing with your hot little pussy and you're loving it. Don't worry, no one's going to know anything. No one's going to know about yesterday, and no one's going to know what's happening right now. I've had my eyes on you ever since you started working here, honey. And I like what I see. You do something to me. Look what you do to me, honey. Open those eyes and look and see what you do to me."
Susan opened her eyes. She was looking at Mr. Beauchamp's crotch. His cock was big and stiff in his pants. It turned her on.
"That's right, honey," Mr. Beauchamp said. "You're getting me hot. My big cock is as hard as a rock and I'm getting really horny. You like the look of that cock, don't you? I can tell by the way you're looking at it. You like cock. And I bet you'd like it even better if you took my prick out of my pants and started to play with it. Go ahead, honey, take it out. Pull my big cock out and turn yourself on. Grab my big fat cock and have yourself some fun."
In just a few seconds, Susan had Mr. Beauchamp's pants pulled down. The horny man's legs were strong and hairy. Susan liked that. What she liked even better, though, was seeing his stiff cock.
Susan grabbed his big cock and started to play with it. She was squeezing his fat prick and yanking it around. Mr. Beauchamp liked that. With her other hand, Susan grabbed his big balls and started to play with them too. His sac was nice and hairy. Mr. Beauchamp liked the way Susan was playing with his cock and balls.
"That's right, baby, play with it," Mr. Beauchamp moaned. "Play with my cock and balls. Mmm, that feels good. I know what'd feel even better, though. I'd like to feel my big cock right in your fucking mouth and I'd like to feel you sucking away on it. I'd like to get my prick all wet and slippery with your spit. Get on your knees and open that mouth wide, 'cause I'm going to ram my fat prick into it!"
Susan did what Mr. Beauchamp said. And before too long his big fat prick was sliding into her mouth. Inch by inch that stiff cock was disappearing into Susan's mouth, deeper and deeper, till his whole cock was in Susan's mouth.
Susan started to suck on the stiff cock. In and out of her hungry mouth his hard cock went. Again and again she swallowed it right up, so that the whole thing was in her mouth, every hot inch. His big cock was all wet and slippery. It tasted so good to Susan. And she could tell that Mr. Beauchamp really liked the way she was sucking on his cock, since she could feel his hand on her head as he stroked her hair.
"That's right, honey, get a good taste of that cock," Mr. Beauchamp murmured. "Get a good taste. The whole thing, honey. You can't really taste it unless you get the whole fucking thing in your cock-sucking mouth. Man, that feels good. So how about something on your cock, eh, honey? I know what you'd like."
Mr. Beauchamp went and got the bag lunch that he'd brought to school, then he took a sandwich out and put all the peanut butter in it all over his stiff cock.
"Come on, honey, let's see you suck all the peanut butter off my hard cock," he said.
Susan started sucking on his stiff cock again. It didn't take very long before all the peanut butter was gone. Susan liked the taste of his cock best, though. And it looked as though she'd be getting a taste of his spunk pretty soon too. Mr. Beauchamp was getting more and more turned on. He'd grabbed Susan's hair and was ramming his big cock into her mouth as hard as he could, right up to his big balls.
"That's right, honey, open wide, get a good taste of this hard piece of meat!" Mr. Beauchamp moaned. "Pretty soon you're going to get a taste of my jizz, because I've got a big load for you. It feels so good having my hard cock in your wet little mouth. I'd like to feel it in your wet little pussy too, though. Get up so I can take your clothes off and see your big tits and your clit and your hairy little cunt."
Susan got up. Mr. Beauchamp started to take her clothes off. She was completely nude in no time at all.
It really turned Mr. Beauchamp on to see her nude. And what he liked to see most was her hairy cunt. He started to play with Susan's cunt. He was rubbing her clit. He stuck his fingers right into her juicy pussy and worked them around. Susan's fuck-hole was tight and wet. The more Mr. Beauchamp fingered Susan, the more excited she got. She liked his fingers in her slippery cunt, but she wanted his hard cock in her tight cunt even more.
"Oh, baby, fuck me!" Susan moaned. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to put that big hard cock right in my cunt and fuck me!"
"You are one hot-looking woman," Mr. Beauchamp said. He kept on playing with Susan's cunt. His fingers were all wet with her cunt-juice. "Your pussy is nice and hairy. It wasn't always hairy, though, was it? Once your tight cunt was nice and bald. I'm going to shave your cunt and get it nice and smooth, just like it used to be."
Mr. Beauchamp went and got his shaving cream and his razor, then he put lots of shaving cream on Susan's cunt. Then he started to shave her pussy. Soon Susan's cunt was completely bald.