Adam Jones had just finished screwing the school secretary over his desk.
Adam was the headmaster at a prestigious boys school in London. He was in his mid fifties, tall, slim and handsome in a boyish type of way.
Cheryl Smith was in her early forties, also tall and quite curvaceous. She was married with no children and had been fucking her boss for over a year.
As they dressed they made polite conversation. 'Did you hear about young Johnson?' she asked the headmaster. 'No, who is he and what's it about?' replied Adam.
'It's rumoured that he was forced to suck off one of the other senior boys after gym last Monday. The PE teacher made him do extra training for next weeks cross country tournament so he was alone in the shower room when some of the other lads came in from rugby practice. Apparently he sobbed the whole time but swallowed the boys cum and had a hard on all the while!'
'Is he worth looking at to maybe have some fun with? asked the headmaster.
'Oh, he's very cute. I should think so,' replied Cheryl as she was pulling her tight skirt on over her hold up stockings and thong.
'He's also on a bursary and if it is true he would have to leave the school,' she added.
'Do I know his parents?' the headmaster asked.
'Parent, he lives with his mother. A one parent family.'
'What's she like,' asked Adam a thought twirling through his mind.
Cheryl could see where this was going and painted a glowing picture of Ms. Johnston. 'Slim blonde in her mid thirties. I've met her at a couple of school meetings,' she said. 'She certainly gets the boys hot under the collar.
'Is she someone we could play with?' he asked. 'Oh I think so.' replied Cheryl. 'Ring her and ask her to come in to see me after school, say Thursday could you,' said the headmaster with a knowing smile.
Susie Johnson was waiting outside of the headmaster's study on Thursday when Mrs Smith beckoned her to enter.
Adam thought she was indeed a rather attractive young woman who had dressed in a short denim skirt and wearing a tight white t-shirt which accentuated her small round breasts. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and she looked a lot younger than she was.
'Thank you for coming Susie, is it alright if I call you Susie?' the headmaster asked as he walked towards her offering his hand. Ms Johnson just nodded and shook it. 'You're probably wondering why we've asked you here?' Adam put his other hand on Susie's shoulder and paused until Susie answered in the affirmative.
He then explained the situation to her, and kept his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
'So as you can see we have no choice but to expel your son,' he stated.
'Oh no, please. You can't do that,' pleaded Susie Johnson.
'Unfortunately we have to, unless...,' he said.
'What? What can be done?' asked an anxious Susie.
'Well that's down to you!' the headmaster said as his hand slid off her shoulder and on to her right breast. It remained there until Ms Johnson grasped what he was doing.
'N..no, I..I can't,' she said as her hands went to remove his. She hadn't realised that Mrs Smith was standing right behind her until she felt her hands grabbed and pulled behind her.
'Unfortunately you have no choice, my dear,' said the headmaster in a devilish tone. Mrs Smith leaned closer and whispered, 'you might even enjoy it!'
'W..what are you going to do?' Susie asked nervously.
She had an idea when the headmaster pulled her t-shirt out of her skirt and Mrs Smith began to unbutton it from behind before it slid to the floor.
Adam began to caress her breasts while Mrs Smith with one hand still holding Susie's wrists expertly undid her bra allowing the headmaster access to Susie's naked tits.
'Oh God,' cried Susie as the headmaster lowered his head and took one of her large erect nipples in his mouth. Mrs Smith used her free hand to stroke the front of Susie's shiny white silk panties.
