Mrs. Taylor is aroused.

You can do nothing but wait for what will happen to happen. Mrs. Taylor looks around to see if anyone else saw what just happened, but the auditorium is clear of people. She slowly turns back and you see her licking up the semen on her face. Your eyes go wide as your principal forcefully strips down. Buttons fly from her blouse, her bra is tossed and her pants are torn away.

"Lynn?" you ask.

"I thought you might like this..." she says. "Not everyday you get to fuck the principal!"

That's exactly what Mrs. Taylor has in mind. The newly nude administrator crawls onto the bed, next to you. You never noticed it before, but underneath all that dress clothes was a very fine specimen of the female persuasion. Mrs. Taylor may be in her late thirties from your estimate, but she keeps a great figure. You notice that she works out to keep a tone, firm stomach. Her legs are long and sleek. Her breasts are large and bulbous as the hang over your laying head. She dips them low enough for you to suck. "Come now, Mr. Williams, you should clean up after yourself..."

"Eww... I don't want to eat my own cum..." you say.

"Yeesh, talk about picky eater..." Lynn laughs, "I'll have you know, your cum is quite nice, but since you're not cool with the idea, how about some whipped cream instead?"

Magically, your cum converts to whipped cream. It splats on your face as gravity pulls it away from Mrs. Taylor's body. "Go on... lick it up!" Mrs. Taylor orders.

You follow her command, lick up the cream from her round tits, taking care to suck on the nipples of each breast. "Mmm... ha.... that's nice... suck it down...." she says.

Your principal turns around so that her butt is facing you. You can see her neatly trimmed vagina dangling overhead, enticing you to take a poke inside. You feel a mouth swallow your cock below. "Oh!" you shout in surprise. The shout rings in echoes in the empty auditorium. Mrs. Taylor's fellatio skills are top notch as she gets a rise out of your member in a matter of moments. You feel your cock strengthen and stiffen up while she continues sucking, licking the head down to the scrotum and back up.

"Well, aren't you going to return the favor?" Lynn asks.

Of course you are. You stick your head into Mrs. Taylor's love hole and begin kissing and licking, feeling your way around with her guidance through murmurs of enjoyment. "Oh yes! Right there!" she demands, loud enough for the room to reverberate back. You continue with this position until your principal deems herself ready to take you in. She turns around and slinks on top of your dick, sliding it on with ease. Soon you're both bouncing away in the raw passion of sex. "Oh! Yes yes! Fuck me hard!" Mrs. Taylor shouts!

Her screams of sexual pleasure echo through the entire stage and into the seats below. Lynn enjoys the show in a front row seat, shouting out encouragement of her own. "Fuck her good, Riley! Fuck her brains out! Hey, Mrs. Taylor! Guess it'd be pretty hypocrytical of you to keep me in detention for fucking on school property now that you're doing it too, huh?! WOOO!"

"You...Huh... Unghh... You're right... Ungh... Ms. ... Whitney!" Mrs. Taylor yells back, still pounding away on you. "Consider... ungh... Oh Yeah! ... consider yourself... ungh! ... excused!"

"Cool!" Lynn says. Then, with a flash, the blonde student disappears.

Mrs. Taylor suddenly stops. There is a look of utter shock and confusion on her face. "What's wrong, Mrs. Taylor?" you ask.

"Get off!" she cries, jumping off of you. She pulls a sheet off the bed and looks around, frightened someone has seen her in this state. "What happened?"