When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with
relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it
had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch
during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat
all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her
history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his
blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had
him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always
looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye
turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush
and turn quickly away.
The other students filed out quickly. Susie lingered
and approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.
"Mr. Thompson, I have this problem."
"Yes, Miss Merton. What is it?"
His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was
coming. It was the same every Wednesday. The young girl
set her textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on
the side opposite the classroom door.
"It's this. I just can't get it into my head," Susie
said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the
teacher's crotch. Fred Thompson gasped but did not move
away. She was happy to feel that his prick was already
half-erect, and jerking under her hand. The classroom was
empty though the door was still open, but Mr. Thompson's
back was turned towards the hallway and Susie was almost
completely hidden from any passers-by.
She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing
it warmly through his impeccable flannels.
"It's just so hard to swallow something like this," she
whispered, giving it an extra squeeze. It was a lie. In
fact Susie loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and
had been enthusiastically doing so since the second week of
school. Mr. Thompson's prick seemed just made for sucking,
unlike those of some of her other teachers. It was not too
big, but it had a large round knob on the end that fit right
into Susie's mouth like a ripe, juicy plum.
Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into
his fly. Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on
Wednesdays, though he hadn't at first. Susie remembered how
much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to
extricate his half-swollen cock from his pants. But this
time it popped out easily, as if eager for what was to come.
More eager than its owner it seemed. Mr. Thompson gulped
"Uh . . . Uh , the door, Miss Merton. Shouldn't we . . . ?
Susie usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today
she couldn't wait to taste his prick, and she liked the
excitement of knowing that they might be discovered at any
Greedily she spread her lips over the the red knob of
his now completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar
affection. Then she began to lick at it avidly. The
teacher instinctively pushed forward with his hips and that
big round morsel slipped easily between Susie's welcoming
lips. He gripped her head and began to push it in and out
of her mouth, but timidly, with short hesitant strokes,
while Susie sucked vigorously.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his
cock planted deep in Susie's mouth.
"Please, Miss Merton . . . Susan! Oh God! Someone's
coming. Stop it, please. We can't. Not here."
Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away
from his crotch, but Susie would have none of it. She bit
down with her teeth--not hard enough to hurt him but firmly
enough to remind him that she could if she wanted. With her
teeth pressed firmly against the flesh of his trembling
shaft, it was impossible for him to pull its swollen knob
through them. Susie was not going to give up her lollipop
no matter who was coming.
The footsteps paused at the doorway. A cheery female
voice called out:
"Good night, Fred. Working late?"
It was Miss Renwick, the principal's secretary. Susie knew
that she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson. All the girls
whispered about it in the washroom.
Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his
shoulder. His body was held in position by Susie's
tenacious mouth on his cock.
"Uh, oh, yes. Miss . . . uh . . Renwick. Some things I
have to finish up."
"You're too dedicated, Fred. You should relax and have
some fun sometime too."
Susie began to move her head slightly, rubbing her
tongue over the round head of Fred Thompson's cock, still
careful not to let him pull out. She was very excited.
While she had often been watched while she sucked or fucked,
this was different because it was secret. She could just
imagine the furor that would ensue if they were discovered.
Mr. Thompson must have been imagining the same thing, for
his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her mouth. Susie
was determined to remedy that situation and she went to work
with her tongue. Seeing that Fred Thompson, for some
strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her,
Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and puzzled.
As soon as she had gone Susie began sucking in earnest
on her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by
their close call that he hardly moved. But Susie didn't
mind that. She was quite willing to do all the work when it
came to sex, for it seemed to her impossible that the other
person or persons could be experiencing even a tiny fraction
of the indescribable pleasure she drew from her sexual acts.
She was even grateful that men like Mr. Thompson let her
suck on their cocks almost whenever she wanted. So, in
taking her pleasure, she tried to give them as much in
return as she could, even though she knew it could not
possibly match hers.
Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the
teacher's hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as
she plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft. The huge
knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more
than men with much larger cocks did. Susie could hardly
wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into
"Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Susan, Ooooh! this is
madness! Anyone could come!"
Especially us, thought Susie to herself as with a final
burst of suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous
climax. He moaned and clutched her head, pulling her
against him, finally giving way to his passion as his come
poured into her mouth. Susie held his spurting cock
prisoner within the velvet trap of her mouth and gulped down
every drop of that wonderful liquid. She continued sucking
gently even after it was all gone, feeling his once proud
prick shrink between her lips. Finally she let the limp
organ slip out of her mouth. Mr. Thompson quickly stuffed
it back into his pants.
"Susan, this is mad! Why are you tormenting me like
this? It can't go on this way. Not here, in the school.
Why won't you come home with me instead. Louise Renwick
almost caught us there. You should have at least waited for
me to close the door. It would have been the end. My job.
"Your cock!" Susie replied, laughing and licking her
lips. "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Wednesday
afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick. Then I
just have to have it right away. Besides, maybe Miss
Renwick wouldn't have been as shocked as you think. She
might even have wanted to be in my place."
But Fred Thompson wasn't listening. The pressure in his
balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from
the school quickly before someone asked him what he was
doing in an empty classroom after hours with a nubile young
junior-high student. He grabbed his books and rushed for
the safety of the teachers' room, telling himself that he
must put a stop to it, but knowing that he would be there
again after school next Wednesday. It was madness but he
couldn't resist what little Susie and her talented mouth
could do for him.
Susie watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement.
It was always like this, but she didn't feel offended. She
had got what she wanted from him. Her pussy still itched
but she had the delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to
savour until she could find someone to poke his prick
between her legs. That wouldn't take long, she knew; it
Licking her lips one last time, Susie gathered up her
books and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into
the janitor who was sweeping the floor with a push broom.
He was a small, elderly man, little more than half the
height of the broom. Vito Mascalla was his name. He hardly
spoke English, but three of his children were attending
university. He was a quiet little man, grey-haired and
gentle, and Susie liked him very much. She often stopped to
chat with him about his family. He frowned on seeing a
student there so late; it usually meant some prank was going
to be played. But when he recognized Susie his face
brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.
"Oh Miss Susie. Hello. You are good?"
Very good! thought Susie, though some people might call
"Hi, Mr. Mascalla. How's everything? Come stai?"
"Bene, bene, grazie. I mean very good. My son Rico, he
just get marry."
"I know. You told me. Last week, wasn't it? Did he go
away on a honeymoon?"
"Away? Yes, to Italy. To my village. But I got
pictures of wedding. You like to see, Miss Susie?"
"I'd love to Mr. Mascalla."
"They just downstairs. You come. I show."
He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs.
Susie followed, a bit reluctantly. She had hoped that he
would have the pictures with him. Now it would be a little
longer before she could find someone to scratch the itch in
her pussy. But she was really pleased to see the little old
man so happy and she wanted to share his joy with him.
As she followed the janitor down the two flights of
stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Susie found herself
suddenly thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different
terms than before. She thought of his three sons and four
daughters; she remembered that his wife had died last year.
He had fathered at least seven children. Now he was alone.
He had a cock. Susie suddenly decided that she wanted it.
It surprised her that she hadn't thought of having him fuck
her already. There were very few men in the school that she
had missed, but she was sure this oversight would soon be
They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor
had fitted up as an "office". Innumerable pictures of his
family filled the wall over the bare and rickety table that
served as a desk. Beside it was a heap of plastic garbage
bags stuffed with some of the waste paper generated by a
The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and
handed it to Susie. As she leafed through it, uttering the
appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already
well-thumbed. Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.
"She is very beautiful, your son's wife. He is very
lucky. And your son is very handsome too. But you look
best of all in your new suit, Mr. Mascalla."
"Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss
"I can see that you were't comfortable in it. It was
too tight here, wasn't it?"
To the old man's shock and amazement, Susie--that sweet
little girl--reached out and pressed her hand over his
crotch. He tried to jump back but he was caught in front of
the desk and couldn't escape her determined hand. She
maintained the pressure, moving her fingers down until she
cupped his balls. He could hardly speak.
"Miss Susie! What you do? No! No! Not nice. Don't,
"Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla. Your prick. I can
feel that it's very nice. You made all your children with
it, and now your son is using his and putting it inside his
wife to make grandchildren for you. Wouldn't you like to
put it in me, too, like you used to put it in your wife,
like your son is doing right now with his new wife? I'd
like it very much, Mr. Mascalla. Won't you do it just for
She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all
over the bulge of flesh at his crotch. The poor old man was
frightened to death. Susie released her hold on his prick
and quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She wore
no bra. Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled
out of it, making her round, young titties bounce. Only her
tiny pink bikini panties remained. In a few seconds they
were on the floor on top of the skirt.
The janitor was incredulous. Never would he have
believed it. He didn't even believe it now; it couldn't be
happening. This must all be some strange joke or dream.
Such a beautiful and sweet little girl, naked in front of
him. And she had touched his cazzo, like a putana, a whore,
but she wasn't one. She was the nicest person in the school.
His confused mind couldn't reconcile these two opposites.
"Here, Mr. Mascalla, don't these feel nice. They're
only small now, but soon they'll be bigger and you can feel
them then too. Your hands feel so good on me."
She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them
against her titties. They were not at all small, and for a
thirteen-year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy.
His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her
erecting nipples. Susie took advantage of the old man's
shock to reach down and undo his belt with her skilled and
practiced fingers. Doing so pushed her titties harder
against his palms. She was pleased to feel some resistance.
He was pushing back, at least a little.
In a few seconds the old man's trousers fell to the
floor. A moment later Susie was pushing his underwear down
his thighs. His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the
young girl was delighted to see it. It was huge. Almost as
fat as his arm, maybe even thicker, even though it was still
soft. It looked so strange hanging from such a small man.
"Oh, Mr. Mascalla! It's lovely! You have such a
beautiful prick. No wonder you have such fine children.
Oh, if only I'd known I would have done this long ago. Why
didn't you tell me? Oh, if only you knew how much I love
cocks like yours!"
She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little
man, took his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking
kiss right on its head.
"Oh no! Oh Miss Susie. Don't, please! No. Not good.
Not right. Is a sin."
Never had anything like this ever happened to him. It
was unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a
cazzo. Only putanas did that. He couldn't let this little
girl do such an awful thing, even if it did send a surge of
excitement through his frail body. But Susie paid him no
attention. She wrapped her young lips around his swelling
cock-head and, under her expert oral ministrations, his
enormous organ slowly began to swell even larger. She
paused from time to time to whisper her admiration and to
talk about the children he had made with it. That seemed to
stimulate something deep inside him, for she felt his cock
jerk and throb each time she spoke, and it was always a
little harder and a little bigger when she took it back in
her mouth again.
Susie couldn't wait any longer. The itch in her pussy
was turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have
this wonderful prick inside her. With her hands tightly
locked around the shaft of the janitor's now almost gigantic
cock, she pulled him with her as she moved backwards towards
the piles of garbage bags.
"Come here! Please, Mr. Mascalla. Put your big cock in
me like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is
doing to his wife now. I want you to do it so much, Mr.
Mascalla. Please give me your cock."
She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling
his frail body with her. His pants were still around his
ankles and he tripped and fell on top of her. Susie groaned
as his giant club slammed against her belly while his face
landed on the tender mass of her titties. She quickly
reached down with one hand to position his great tool where
it would do the most good for her, while her other arm
wrapped around his neck, pressing his face into her breast.
When his cockhead was positioned at the mouth of her hungry
pussy, it seemed to sink right in, slowly and naturally,
with no effort on his part. In a moment Susie felt it
buried deep within her and she sighed in glorious
contentment. She hadn't had a cock in her pussy since her
Chemistry teacher had fucked her in the lab store-room at
lunch time. She lifted her legs and pulled the janitor's
long cock even further into her, squeezing his throbbing
shaft with her caressing cunt muscles. Then she whispered
in his ear.
"Love me now, Mr. Mascalla. Love me with your prick.
Fuck me with your big cock!"
Something inside the little man's mind snapped, some
bond of restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young
peasant who had wooed and won the prettiest girl in his
village. With a groan of anguished pleasure he pulled back
and began to drive his great pole into into Susie's
welcoming cunt, sinking right to the balls each time. His
energy and strength amazed the young girl, and she exploded
into climax after climax as he pounded his prick into her.
He was muttering in Italian as his giant cock spoke to her
happy pussy in the international language of fucking.
Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her
and began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep,
so deep that she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson's
juices still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then
the old man collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing
into her sweaty titties. Susie held him gently until his
breathing calmed, murmuring her appreciation in his ear.
"Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock
filled me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I
just want to do it over and over again with you. I hope
you'll let me, Mr. Mascalla."
The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Susie gently
rolled him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick
his shrinking cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and
greedily sucking up the last few drops of gism that still
oozed from its tip.
"Miss Susie, I . . ."
"No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was
wonderful. You did me such a big favour. I hope it was as
nice for you."
She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim
light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in
bewildered admiration as she dressed.
As she started to pull on her panties, she had second
thoughts. They would only get in the way, she said to
herself. For a long time her mother had been surprised at
how quickly Susie's panties seemed to disappear from the
lingerie drawer. Whenever she could, Susie liked to go
without them, and she didn't always remember to stuff them
into her purse or pocket when she took them off. And often
she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs. This she did
now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla's lovely prick before
she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back
again soon to see this dear little old man with the big
prick, but now she was looking for other adventures before
she had to be home for supper.
Susie reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's
variety store before he closed. Pop carried everything in
his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Susie had an
agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she
needed them to appease her mother's curiosity. Pop had even
ordered in a whole gross of Susie's brand of panties
especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.
While a happy and satisfied Susie climbed the stairs
from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.
"Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson.
Marcella's gone off and just dropped everything. I almost
killed myself on the damn thing. Have you seen him
"The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs."
"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my
mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the
Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go
along, Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for
him. Have a good night."
"Good night, sir."
Susie easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson
and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Susie was worried.
She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor
half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want
anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had
just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal
who had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to
The vice-principal started down the stairs with the
abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught
sight of Susie.
"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"
"No sir, Mr. Cummings."
"Oh, it's you, Miss Merton. I didn't recognize you."
His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over
his shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.
"Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's
about last week."
George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered
last week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking
himself for having been so indiscreet, or relishing the
memory of what had happened in his office. Susie had come
to see him for some reason he couldn't remember and
somehow--he still wasn't sure exactly how it had happened--
he had soon found himself with his cock inside the young
girl, screwing her on his desk. Though often tempted, it
was the first time he had ever succumbed to the
seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was
But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as
Susie. He had never seen anything like her combination of
girlish innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really
worried. What did she have to say to him? She couldn't be
pregnant; it was much too early to know that. Maybe she had
told her parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to
keep quiet about it. You never could tell with these little
bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at
the thought. He stood still with countless nameless fears
running through his head, and a current of sexual energy
through his body.
Susie continued up the stairs until she was standing
just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his
crotch level. For the third time in little more than half
an hour she reached out and squeezed a man's prick through
"I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again."
Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His
cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at
discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try
to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his
colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously,
afraid that someone might see or hear. Susie squeezed again
at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had
felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just
like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was
holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned
abruptly, still holding onto the broom.
"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my
Susie contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything
had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time
being and she was going to get fucked again.
As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-
principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her.
Susie squirmed away. She didn't even like the man--he was
the school disciplinarian--so she was certainly not going to
kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss
it. Besides, she weanted to tease him a bit.
"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss
it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr.
Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait."
"Don't worry, you little cunt. You'll see it soon enough,
and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want
"I always want more, Mr. Cummings," said Susie sweetly
Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes,
slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his
trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell
again. While she watched him struggle, Susie sat calmly in
his chair, behind the desk where he had screwed her the week
before. She threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving
him a perfect view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen
from Mr. Mascalla's fucking. The sight made it even more
difficult for him.
"Shit! You're really going to get it, you little
Idly, almost casually, Susie reached out and grabbed the
broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when
they came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the
process, until it lay in front of her. Then slowly,
deliberately, she pulled the end of the handle to her
gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down until it to shone with
her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into her bottomless
"Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your
cock in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock
is even harder than this. I just know I'll love it."
Cummmings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this
fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself
with a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny,
fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an
incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be
coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally
stripped off his pants.
Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff
prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as
long and thin as Susie had remembered, and the sight of her
fucking her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought
him to a state of excitement he hadn't known for years.
"Come here, Sir. Let me taste it."
"Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck
ity! Suck my cock!"
Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding
the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to
stop fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom
handle, straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both
of Susie's hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she
just smiled and pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair
and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock towards her
mouth. Susie eagerly opened her lips to suck it in, licking
and caressing it with her tongue until she was sure it was
as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom handle.
Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at the
vice-principal's hips and pull his prick even further into
her throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs,
still caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of
gravity and her clenching muscles pushed it out of her and
it clattered to the floor. As it fell Susie suddenly pulled
back her head from his engorged prong.
"Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck
my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard."
"O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there
where I can get at it."
Susie quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge
of the big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the
wildly aroused vice-principal. In a moment he was doing
just what she asked for, sinking his long pole deep into her
pussy, still slippery and quivering from the effects of the
broom and the copious juices the little janitor had
deposited there. But it was not exactly what she wanted.
"No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place. I want
to feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum,
"Fuck!" cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock
buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny openeing of
her asshole just above it. He didn't believe it. This
little cunt wanted him to screw her in the ass. He had
never done such a thing, though he had often imagined it as
he watched the young students in their tight jeans; and he
had once tried it with his wife but it had hurt both of them
too much. But Susie! Susie's delicious ass! The very idea
made his cock jump deep inside her cunt. It would tear her
apart. Feeling his cock throb with renewed excitement Susie
began to fear that he might come in her pussy before she got
what she wanted.
"Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, fuck my ass!"
"Damn fucking right, I'll fuck your ass, you little
cock-teaser. And you won't be able to sit down for a
The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to
take forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It
took a real effort of will on his part to pull it that last
couple of inches so that it popped out into the air again.
Even Susie moaned in involuntary distress. But her moans
turned to sighs of contentment as she felt him awkwardly
placing the head of his cock at the wrinkled brown entrance
to her intestines. He couldn't believe it would go in
there, it seemed so tiny and tight, but something was
driving him to try.
"Oh my yes! That's it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!"
"Fuck!" he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not
caring what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone
with lust to consider the consequences. His cock-head
pressed painfully against her tight little opening, sliding
away along the sweaty crack. "How do you like that, you
"Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push
hard, Sir. Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!"
Something inside him wanted to punish this little girl
for putting him in this position. Something else in him
just wanted to bury his cock as far into her ass as it would
go. He held his shaft in position and shoved forward,
feeling the knob of his cock flatten painfully against the
tiny opening. But Susie squirmed her ass and pushed back at
the same time with such force that before he quite knew what
had happened, his long cock was sunk half-way into her ass
and he could feel the tight hot sheath squeezing down on
He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he
pulled back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help
him thrust. In a few seconds he was completely buried in
her, the firm round cheeks of her ass pressed against his
belly. Frantically he pulled his shirt aside so he could
feel her flesh on his. Then he began sawing in and out of
her with great, driving strokes, overwhelmed by the
tightness and the heat and the strength with which Susie
clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the
very idea of what he was doing.
Susie squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of
that long rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her
ass muscles, gasping in delight as he drove into her over
and over again. It was so good. It was always so good when
she had a cock in her, no matter where. She came with a
series of small explosions that made her asshole clutch
convulsively at the cock that filled it. Cummings was so
incredibly excited, and Susie's ass was much too tight, for
him to last long, and in less than two minutes he collapsed
panting onto her back. His weight pressed her titties
cruelly against his desk as his cock throbbed and squirted
its load deep into her bowels. Susie moaned and came again
as she felt him shoot, then she gently squeezed his
shrinking cock in gratitude.
When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings
looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk,
at the round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained
and streaked cock. He couldn't believe it; it couldn't have
happened. But he was even more shocked and incredulous when
the young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him,
reaching out for his now limp prick. Then she fell to her
knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock.
"Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so
good. Your cock fit so nice in my behind. But it got all
dirty there, so I'm going to clean it off."
"Shit, girl! You can't! What the fuck? It's . . .
"I know. That's why I like it so much!"
And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion
at the thought, he could not resist. Susie licked avidly at
his cock, searching out every speck of flavour, taking it
inside her warm mouth again and washing it with her tongue.
And while she sucked and licked she spoke to him, and in
those few minutes she made him realize that she would love
to let him drive his long prick into her asshole, cunt, or
mouth again, but that Mr. Mascalla was her very dear friend,
and if he lost his job she would be so sad that she might
not want to fuck the vice-principal again, ever.
A shaken Mr. Cummings slowly pulled on his trousers
again as Susie bounced out of his office, her bare ass
flashing under her short skirt. Susie continued on out of
the school. Temporarily, at least, her itches had been
scratched. Besides, she was sure that there was no one else
left in the building. It had been a nice end to her school
day. Now she had to stop by Pop's to pick up a spare pair
of panties to replace the ones she had left in the boiler-
room. Not that she would put them on, though; it was still
a long walk home, and who knew how many nice cocks she might
run into--or have run into her--on the way.