fulfilling some fantasies

Mr. Shumer looked up and his eyes bugged slightly but gave no other sign of reacting to Amy’s half-naked scrumptiousness. He was a man used to being surrounded by jailbait and had clearly learned to control himself.

“Hello Miss… Smith, was it?” he said. “I’m afraid we haven’t heard anything about you transferring here. I’ll need a parent or guardian to come in and fill out some paperwork.”

“Oh, but, I’m…what’s the word? Oh yes, emancipated. I’m emancipated from my parents.”

“Really?” the principal asked.

“Yes. I’ve been emancipated since I turned 18,” she said, putting all the meaning she could into the number.

“Oh…so…you’re 18 then,” he said, clearly nervous. “You must be close to graduating then.

“Actually,” Amy said, deciding to assuage his conscience. “I already graduated. But I’ve had this fantasy about coming back to high school ever since I left. It’s silly, I know, but there’s nothing wrong with fulfilling a fantasy or two, is there Mr. Shumer?”

“Yes, well, Miss, um…” he said. “That’s all well and good but I…I really can’t condone that sort of activity in the school.”

“Please, Mr. Shumer. Call me Amy,” she said. “And really, nobody but you and me have to know. I mean, I look like I could be a high school senior, right? Maybe one who had been held back a year. You know, for being naughty?”

“Yes, well, I …I really can’t…” he began again, but with a squeeze of the wishbone by Amy, his resistance crumbled. “Really can’t deny such a…lovely young woman…anything that she needs.”

“And you can give me what I need, can’t you Principal Shumer?” she said playfully as she strolled around his desk and straddled his lap. Reaching down with her free hand, she found that he had a raging hard on. She giggled wickedly.

“Oh yes, Mr. Shumer,” she said. “You have what I need. And I need it BAD! But I need it bigger.”

The wishbone throbbed and so did Mr. Shumer’s dick, the latter gaining a couple inches in length and another in girth. Amy quivered and the principal groaned.

“That’s right,” he gasped. “That’s right. I’m going to give you what you need. Give it to you hard, you little slut.”

Amy giggled and undid the man’s pants as he began fondling her expanded rack. She got his slacks and boxers around his ankles, then once again straddled his lap and worked his swollen hunk of man meat into her woefully under-fucked pussy. Her eyes went wide. It was so good! So much better than she remembered it. She pushed down and the principal grunted bestially. He put his hands at the small of her back and pushed himself deeper inside of her. Amy’s head swam and lolled about on her neck, her blonde hair swishing. Mr. Shumer’s hands slid up the side of her body, pushing her top up over her tits, mashing them together, then taking her right nipple between his lips. As his hands journeyed back down to her hips, his tongue and teeth lightly tortured her nipple and sparks went off in her head. She moaned and humped him.

There was a knock at the door.

“Mr. Shumer?” said the secretary’s voice. “Is everything all right in there?”