Much has been written and said about the process of growing up, but very little is really understood. Millions of sermons have been preached from the pulpits of America about the evil, sinful feelings felt by those who are leaving childhood behind and entering adulthood.
But despite all the words which have been written and spoken about growing up, no one has yet come up with a plan for coping with those turbulent feelings racking the bodies and minds of young men and women, which can satisfy everyone.
Sue Powers, the young babysitter in this novel, experiences those traumatic emotions and copes with them the best way she can. The decisions she makes for her own life may not be acceptable to everybody, but they work for her.
SHE SITS AND SUCKS is a fictional story about one girl growing up, a tale which might apply to any young girl in today's society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Sue Powers had just finished reading an article called Fun in the Sun in her favorite magazine. She was interested in the content, because it gave helpful hints about sun tanning. Susan had such immaculate skin-smooth, flawless, with a dark sheen to it-that she wanted to be sure she took the right precautions against the sun's damaging rays.
She had put the Browns' little girl to bed and decided to do her English homework for school
the next morning before she watched a late night talk show.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown, Bill and Beth, had asked her to stay the night because they were attending a party that would last until well after two or three in the morning. Sue didn't mind. She had stayed over several times. The Browns were well-off, had a nice big home in the suburbs, and she enjoyed having the place all to herself.
Sue was a senior at Waverly High School in Bluff City, and a popular girl-a cheerleader, a drama standout, an all around All-American girl.
She stood a compact five-foot-three. Her face was beautifully structured, not too round, not too square. She had a perfect nose, big brown eyes, long brown hair, and a dream body.
Her tight tummy gave way to lush teen hips, perfectly tapered legs, and she had a goddess young ass. Her sweet tits pressed against the red sweater she wore like a couple of softballs- they were big for sure, but fit her little body because they were so round, firm, uplifted.
Sue's lips were thick, luscious, formed almost into a pout. She liked to wear long brown ponytails with fluffy bangs on her forehead.
She sat prettily in her tight blue jeans and red sweater matching a cardigan, and when he finally signed off, she went upstairs, undressed, and went to bed in the guest bedroom.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown came home at around three-thirty, both a little drunk. They went to bed immediately. As was always the case with Mr. Brown when he'd been drinking, he awoke about an hour later with a huge hard-on. He lay stroking it, trying to awaken his wife.
Meanwhile Sue had rolled out of bed hungry and awake just before Mr. Brown woke up. She walked downstairs and turned on the light in the kitchen and found Mrs. Brown's delicious chocolate chip cookies. She poured a glass of milk and sat down at the table with three cookies and began to eat. She was a nighttime snacks, and loved cookies and milk.
Mr. Brown lay in bed, his prick throbbing. He couldn't interest Beth in a fuck, so he got up and headed downstairs wearing a pair of white boxer shorts, his cock spiking out the front as though he had a big wobbling cucumber
inside.
He pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen and was stunned to see sweet Sue sitting at the table in a pair of pink panties and pink bra. Her bra overflowed with young, ripe tits, and her panties were shaded brown in a muffy. puff at the crotch.
Sue looked up when Mr. Brown entered. She immediately saw the huge wagging cock slapping around in his shorts. A tingle of excitement tinged with a shudder of fear rinsed through her.
Mr. Brown stopped.
"Ah, well...ah. . ." he stammered.
He was a handsome man of forty-four, lean, six-foot-four with thick brownish-blond hair. He had a jagged, manly handsomeness that resembled a young John Wayne.
"I got hungry," Sue said, still looking at the erection in his shorts.
"Yes, well, ah, me too," he said.
"I better go back to bed," Sue murmured, getting up, then walking to the sink with her empty glass.
Mr. Brown watched her darling ass sway, the cheeks wiggling, rippling, the elastic of her
panties cutting sharply and high up on the round globes.
She turned around to walk past him. His cock thumped, throbbed, and popped out of the fly of his shorts.
His prick was thick as a cucumber indeed, and the stalk was as long as a big juicy cuke, too. The big cockhead was scarlet, and it gleamed with thick cream.
Sue stared at the throbbing prick. She had never seen a man's cock. Her life had been a sheltered existence, living with a strict grandmother after her parents deserted her.
They stood just a few feet apart. Sue trembled. Mr. Brown eyed her tits, glanced down and fixed his gaze on the muffin-soft mound between her legs, the brown, thick, hairy teen cunt that pushed out the sheer pink panties.
His cock thumped, wobbled upward, throbbed, then spit a thick hunk of gooey cum that flew through the air and landed at Sue's feet.
Again Sue gasped.
"Oh, ah!" she choked, sucking in the two words in sharp intakes of breath.
"Well, I'm ah, it's ah. . . I guess . . ."he stammered, his long, nine-inch prick pulsing, wobbling, drooling now a long string of cream from the tip. It hung off the cockhead like a string of glue.
Sue stared at the handsome prick, her big brown eyes wide with fascination and amazement.
"Gee, Mr. Brown, I better get back up to bed."
She started to walk toward him, around him. When she got near, he grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. His huge cock slapped up against her belly.
He looked down into her eyes.
"Sir," she said, "I better go now."
He shut her mouth with a wild, wet, slurping kiss, tasting her sweet cookie-milk lips, spearing his tongue into the sweetness, tickling around.
His hands fanned behind her. He clutched the round, pliant cheeks of her darling ass and pulled her tighter against his incredible cock.
Sue had kissed a couple boys on dates, but never anything like this. Her whole body tingled with a new excitement as she pressed against Mr. Brown's masculine body and his wild, wagging prick.
Mr. Brown slid one hand between them, dipped down and rubbed Sue's sweet pussy through her nylon panties. A zing of thrilling satisfaction singed through her fabulous young body.
They broke the kiss, gasping, choking for breath, both trembling. Mr. Brown dunked down into Sue's panties. His fingers spread through the thick curls of brown hair. Her pussy slit was slushy wet. He fucked a finger into the delicious gooeyness.
"Oh, jeeeez!" Sue gasped loudly. "Don't, Mr. Brown!"
But she liked his finger in her cunt. She'd never felt a finger do what he was doing. She had masturbated, but this was different, new, exciting.
He took his free hand, grabbed Sue's right hand and placed it on his thick prick.
"Ah, don't!" she cried, looking down, seeing the big, round stalk.
"Just hold it, Sue!" he whispered. "I'm soooo hot! My prick's sooo hot!"
"But, sir! We shouldn't .. . I mean ohhh, Mr. Brown," she mumbled as his finger found her hot little clit.
He twiddle-fucked her clit.
Sue clutched his throbbing cock and pinched her little fingers around the thick prick.
"Mr. Brown, take your hand out, of my panties!" Sue sobbed helplessly.
She went limp.
He fucked her clit and she came.
The sweetness of climax hit her like lightning. She stiffened, let go of his cock, dropped both hands to her sides and shuddered wildly.
"Ah, ohhhhh, ah, ah, ah, ah, oooooh!" she cried in little girl whimpers.
Her face was masked with pleasure. Her sweet mouth hung open, her thick lips in a lush 0.
"Sir!" she gulped. "Oh, sir!"
She stood cumming, trembling, shaking, as Mr. Brown finger-fucked her into ecstasy, his hand jiggling wildly in her pink panties, his knuckles bulging out the crotch.
The darling girl stood in complete enchantment, shaking with the feeling of her beautiful orgasm, her sun-kissed face upturned, her mouth still open, her eyes closed.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed in a long, soft whisper.
Mr. Brown's cock thumped and squirted on her belly.
Then quickly he took his hand out of her sopping panties, dipped to his knees, tugged the pink undies down on Sue's thighs and pasted his mouth to her cunt.
"Oh, nooooo!" she moaned.
His hands went behind her. He clutched her ass, pinched his fingers into the smooth, bald, round asscheeks. His mouth was like a vacuum cleaner on her cunt.
"Nooo, don't!" Sue protested.
But her helpless plea only urged him on. He slurped greedily on her delicious young pussy, licking the thick strands of brown hair, slithering his tongue up and down her juicy slit, sucking, licking, eating.
Sue couldn't stand it. She loved the feeling that vibrated through her. She looked down, saw Mr. Brown chewing on her pussy, and the sight of it excited her like she had never thought possible.
She bent over slightly at the waist and put her hands flat on his shoulders for balance.
"Sir, you shouldn't be doin' ... doin' ... ohhh, ah, ah, that!"
But he was, of course, slurping her cunt there in the kitchen in the dawn of a new day. . . a new day on the calendar and a new day for young Susan.
His tongue knew what to do, and soon Sue was cumming again. A rumble of pleasure shuddered through her. She tossed her head back, pushed her hips instinctively forward, grinding her cunt onto his mouth and slushing tongue.
"Ah, jeeeeeez!" she groaned.
He chewed and gobbled wildly on her sweet pussy, and Sue let the ripples of climax crash through her as though a huge wave were breaking on the shore. She was overwhelmed with good feelings.
His hands cupped her marvelous ass. His mouth sucked her cunt. Sue shook all over, her tanned body sizzling with a feeling that she would remember forever.
Chapter Two
Mr. Brown got up. Sue stumbled backward, weak, still tingling.
"I want you to jerk my prick," he whispered, pushing her down into a chair at the table.
He stood over her, his cock handsome, huge, dangerous.
"I never done nothin' like that, Mr. Brown." "Here, I'll show you," he said.
He took her hand, placed it on his prick and showed her how to get a good grip.
"Now, just pump in and out," he whispered. "Should I really, I mean . . . Mrs. Brown might come in and stuff, sir.
"Just pump it, Sue! Pump me off!" "But, God, Mr. Brown..."
"Can't you see how it needs it. . . my prick needs a good pumpin', Sue," he blurted.
Sue had never heard talk like this. It strangely excited her. She looked at the huge cucumber-like cock, marveled at the goopy cum bubbling on the tip.
He reached down and moved her arm, showed her how to jerk on his prick.
"Like this?" Sue asked, her voice a whisper. She lifted up to the edge of the chair. Mr. Brown set his feet apart, bent his knees, humped down. He reached out, cupped her tits in the bra, pulled the big fluffies out over the top.
"Ohhh, wow!" he gasped.
He fondled, caressed, tenderly explored their firm roundness, their pointed tips.
"They're big, Sue," he murmured. She jerked slowly on his big cock. "Am I doin' it right, Mr. Brown?"
"Yes, yes!" he gulped.
He was humped over in front of her. Sue had an overhand grip on his cock. She pumped in and out with slow jack-strokes.
"Here," Mr. Brown said, reaching to the table. "Stick your hand in this butter dish and get a bunch. Use that to slick it up real good."
He took the lid off the butter dish. Sue reached over and dug out a huge ball of soft, mushy butter. She brought her hand back to his lovesick cock. She spread the butter all up and down the throb-hard stalk.
"Like this?"
"Yes."
"Put butter on your boner?"
"Yes, just like that, then pump."
Sue buttered his cock, then she did pump. Now her hand slicked easily in and out, along the length of the enormous prick.
"Yeah, yeah!" he moaned with delight. "That's good, Sue! That's real good!"
"Jeez," she whispered, watching her own jerk-action, amazed at how hard his butter-slick cock was.
"Butter fuck it!" he cried.
"Ooooh, jeeeez!" Sue whimpered, shocked by his words, but thrilled at the same time. "Butter fuck it?"
"Uh-huh .. . faster, Sue!"
"Okay, I'll go fast."
She did. She picked up the stroke. She pounded his thick prick. She hammered on it. She thumped in and out. Her hand glided easily along the buttered cock. Her hand-job mixing with the slushy butter made slurping, gushy sounds as she masturbated Mr. Brown.
"Ohhh, Sue.., that's soooo good!" Mr. Brown chirped, gleefully, passionately.
Sue reached out and got another gob of butter with her free hand. She slapped the goop to his cock, clutched on with a two-handed hammer pump and jerked wildly.
She sat on the edge of the chair, her back straight, her lovely tits up over her bra, jerking as fast as she could on Mr. Brown's big butter slick prick.
"Yes, yes," he moaned.
Then he stiffened. Sue felt his thick prick balloon in her hands, felt the throbbing pulse, saw the big red head bulge.
Thick, foamy cream spewed out, a hot flow of cum that shot at Sue. She ducked her head to one side. A gob of jizz splashed on her cheek. More cum slished on her tits.
She pumped furiously.
Mr. Brown shuddered, shook uncontrollably as he was gripped by a sizzling climax.
"Sue, honey!" he whispered. "Sue, darling!" "Jeeeez!" was all Sue could say, as she watched in complete and utter wonder at the gooping eruption that sprayed from Mr. Brown's brick-hard prick.
She milked him until he couldn't spit anymore cum out. Her hands were so slick with cum and butter that she thought she'd never get it off.
Sue had stopped masturbating Mr. Brown's big cock, but she kept her lathered hands clutched around the massive stalk, and she found that when she squeezed more thick cream would spill out of the beautiful bulb-head.
Mr. Brown was still shaking, still huffing and puffing his passion as he crested with his fabulous climax. Sue had a hunk of cum clinging to her peach cheek-and her tits, in the cleavage, held a puddle of juice.
Her pink panties were creamy and hot. She loved holding the rigid, spitting, throbbing cock. It was such a fantastic new experience for the lovely lass. She had managed to get her panties back in place after Mr. Brown munched her cunny. Now she wished she had them down again, had her fingers in her pussy, because she was hot and ready for more cumming.
She continued to hold the squirting cock. Mr. Brown finally heaved a long, low sigh. Sue felt his prick soften in her hands. She let go.
"That was fabulous, Sue! I'll never forget this night," he whispered.
"I better get to bed now, huh?" she whispered back.
She still eyed his handsome prick, amazed at how thick and round it was, how long.
"I suppose you should go back upstairs, but I really would like to fuck you, Sue," Mr. Brown said blatantly.
"Whew, jeez, I never done-that . . . and I better not, you know?" Sue cooed, rising from the chair.
She went to the sink and wiped her hands on a hand towel hanging from the wall.
She turned and Mr. Brown had his prick in his hand, slowly stroking it.
"You're not. . . you're not gonna do that ... are you?" she gasped.
"What?"
"You know."
"No, what, Sue?"
"Well, play with it and stuff." "Masturbate it, jerk my prick?" "Yeah, like that. . . oh, gee, Mr. Brown...oh hey, you shouldn't do that, should you?" "Why not?"
"I dunno, I guess. . ."
"It feels good when I do this, Sue." "Real good?"
"Like when you masturbate, Sue, when you finger yourself. You do that, don't you?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," Sue snapped.
Sue leaned back against the sink and watched with rapt fascination as Mr. Brown hitchhiked his hand on his cuke-cock.
She'd never seen a man masturbate before. There was a thrilling, enigmatic excitement about it she couldn't explain, couldn't put her finger on right then-unless it was her own little clitty, she thought.
Her cunny itched. She was trembling again. Her heart thumped. She had forgotten that her splendid teen tits were still sitting up over the top of her pink bra, two scones, two beautiful busties.
Mr. Brown's eyes were like heat-seeking missiles, fuck-hot, scanning Sue's brilliant beauty, her youthful loveliness, as he lewdly jerked on his prick.
"Oh, Sue!" he gasped.
"Cripes!" Sue gulped, watching him go faster now, watching him whack wildly.
"Take your panties down for me, will you?" he burbled.
"Oh, please, Sue!"
"Would that get you hot and stuff. . . I mean more hot than you are, sir?"
"Yes!" he huffed.
Sue thumbed her pink panties and tugged them down and showed Mr. Brown her rich, thick muffy. He gasped loudly and thrummed his cock in a hard hand-blur. "Jeeez." Sue mumbled.
"I'm jerkin' to you, Sue!" he cried.
"I know. I can see. I know," she said. "Aren't you hot?"
"Yeah," she admitted.
"Honey, do it to yourself, okay?"
"Just put your hand down there for me." "No, I said."
She pulled her panties back up just as Mr. Brown came. Big glops of cum, huge floaters of jizz, boomed out of his huge prick.
"Crrrriipes!" Sue gulped.
"Oh, honey!" Mr. Brown barked.
"Whew, jeez!" Sue whispered, watching the fizzing eruption.
"I'm cummin'!" he panted. "Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!"
She had never seen such an intriguing sight. His big balls were swinging. His hand was pumping, his prick was shooting.
Sue dipped her hand down into her panties. She couldn't help it. She had to. She was too hot to stand it anymore. She found her clit and rubbed it until she came, until the wonderful sensation of sweet climax grazed her, then goosed her full-blast, overwhelmed her in fabulous ecstasy.
She didn't know, had never known, that cumming could feel as good as it did right then, watching Mr. Brown's weeping prick, his herky jerky hand, his passionate face.
"Yes, yes, finger-fuck yourself!" he yelped. She did, she fucked faster until the stimulation subsided and she tingled all over, finally grabbing back onto the edge of the sink with one hand for balance, while her other hand jigged and danced in her pants.
"We're masturbatin' to each other!" Mr. Brown woofed.
"I know," Sue whimpered in a darling, soft voice.
Chapter Three
The next morning, Sue got up and dressed for school. She put on a tight, mini, Jean skirt. It was faded and hugged her delicious curves like a candy wrapper. She added a tight red sweater and white tennis shoes.
She joined Mr. and Mrs. Brown for breakfast. Beth Brown was a thirty-seven-year-old blonde who still had a fine body. She had a face that resembled an angel's.
"Sleep well?" Beth asked.
Sue glanced at Mr. Brawn. "Yes."
"Good! Mr. Brown will give you a ride to school after breakfast, and thanks for staying overnight, Sue."
"You're welcome,"
After breakfast, Mr. Brown and Sue rode across town to Waverly High School.
"I'll never forget last night," he whispered, reaching over, rubbing his hand along her exposed, tanned thigh.
"I think we better," Sue said. He handed Sue a hundred-dollar bill. "Huh? What's this, sir?" "For babysitting last night." "But . . . ah, a hundred dollars?" "Well, it was a special night." "Then, well, golly. . ."
"That's okay, take it," he said. Sue tucked it in her school books. He pulled out his wallet and handed her another.
"Here, take this one too." "Huh?"
"Take it." "What's this for?"
He lifted her hand from the seat and dropped it in his lap. Sue hadn't been looking down there, but now she did. His big cucumber cock thumped up in a bending curl against his slacks.
"Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!" she whispered.
"Take it out, give me a hand job on the way to school."
"Oh, jeez! In the car?" Sue gasped.
"Like I did last night, do that again?" "Yes, please!"
"Whew," Sue puffed, her voice soft, trembly, as her hand massaged the thick prick in his slacks. "Should I take it out then?"
"Yeah, unzip my fly."
Sue pulled the zipper down, reached in and yanked his cock out.
"Oh, God, Mr. Brown!" she gasped.
A good-morning erection is the best kind, as most cock aficionados know, and Mr. Brown's massive prick was harder than it had been in the middle of the dawn, just hours ago.
The stalk throbbed wildly and stuck up a full nine to ten inches out of his fly.
"Just pump on it, sir?"
"Yes, please, Sue." "Okay then."
She got a good grip in the middle of the thick, round cock, squeezed, and started jerking up and down, her thumb extended in a sweet hitchhike gesture.
"Oh... yeahhhh, Sue! Yeah!" "Feel good?" she cooed.
The cocktip bubbled, frothed, and spat a hunk of cum out against the dash.
"Oh, cripes!" marveled Sue.
The hot chunk of goopy cum clung to the speedometer.
"Your boner is so hard and stuff, Mr. Brown," Sue whispered, "and all fulla sticky stuff."
"Oh, you darling!" he mumbled, driving so slow as to create a traffic hazard.
"Gee, you gonna squirt stuff on the dash and all, over?" Sue asked.
"I dunno," he huffed, barely able to speak, he trembled so badly.
Another blob of cum spit from the apple cockhead, again splashing on the dash.
"Oh, jeeeez!" Sue exclaimed, pumping her little hand on the thick, hard prick.
"I guess you better put somethin' over it when I cum," he mumbled.
"Well what?"
"Here, in my hankie," he said, then reached back into his pocket. "Oh, shit! I forgot one."
Sue looked around the car for something. "Your panties," he said. "Put your panties on my cock. I'll cum in them."
"My panties?" "Yeah!"
"Gawd, Mr. Brown, my panties?"
"Look, I gave you two hundred dollars. You can buy another pair."
Sue weighed the logic of this statement.
"Okay, but I'll have to let go while I take 'em down."
She released his prick. Mr. Brown reached down and stroked the stalk with one hand. Sue pulled up her blue jeans skirt, thumbed her pink panties, pulled them down her tanned legs, and took them off.
"Now I gotta go to school with no panties on," she whispered, bringing the pink panties to Mr. Brown's cock. "Should I just put 'em on top?"
"Yes.
Sue crumpled the pink panties and dangled them over the top of his towering prick. Then she got another good grip on the cock and started jerking again.
The pink panties bobbled as she pumped. "You do that good, Sue."
"Good," she said. "Pump my prick!"
"That's what I'm doin', sir?"
Sue looked up at the handsome man. He wore a three-piece suit. He was a media executive, the head of sales for a TV station in Bluff City. His face was etched with passion. Sue liked the look he had as she jerked him.
As she pumped his prick, she wondered if Mr. Brown might not be a contact, a key to getting into TV and becoming famous. Sue had always wanted to be a weather-girl, which she thought might lead to bigger things.
She pumped hard now, trying to do a good job, make Mr. Brown happy. She thought about the two hundred dollars he'd given her. This gift made her work even harder to satisfy.
"Oh, that's it!" he cried. "Oh, shit!" "You're squirtin' stuff in my panties! Look, they're gettin' all gooshy and sticky!" Sue whispered.
"Pump me!" he yelped. Harder, faster, went the girl's hand. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Wonderful," he whimpered. "You like me to do this, huh?" "Oh, shit . . . I love it, Sue!" "You're naughty, Mr. Brown," she cooed. "Fuck it with your hand, darling!" "Oooooh, Mr. Brown! You talk so dirty and stuff!"
"Fuck it! Fist-fuck it!" "Gawd, sir!" "Yeah, fuck your fist on my cock!"
Sue's skirt was up over her pussy. She was wet down there. Her tanned legs were apart. She wanted to buttonhook her clit and cum, but she knew she had work to do with Mr. Brown, so she kept jerking his monster prick.
"I'm gonna cum, Sue!"
"In my panties?" "Yeah!"
"Okay, okay!" She pumped furiously. He stiffened.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" he yelled.
He blew her panties off the top of his prick. Sue caught them with her free hand before they fell to the floor. She held them up with one hand over his quaking cock as she pumped with the other hand, pumped out a milkshake load of thick cream.
"Baby, baby, baby!" he sighed. "Whewww, whooofff!" Sue huffed. "You're really shootin'!"
"Oh, shit, shitttttt. Feels sooooo good!" Cum seeped down his prick into her hand, on her knuckles, as Sue fucked his cock with her tiny fist.
He finally slumped back against the seat. Sue let go of his cock as he sighed and huffed, trying to catch his breath.
"Wow, my panties are soaked," Sue said, holding them on his drooling, spitting prick.
"I know," he said.
She wiped her hand on a dry patch of the panties, then slid them up and down his cockstalk, wiping away the thick, foamy cream.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh, oh wow, honey!" Mr. Brown babbled.
They were pulling in at the school now. Sue dropped the panties on the seat. She pulled her skirt down.
Mr. Brown stopped.
"I'll be in touch," he whispered. "Okay," Sue smiled, then slid across the seat and got out.
She was a happy young lady as she walked up the steps of Waverly High School.
Sue was on the field cheerleading. Her all-red uniform-tiny red skirt with white inverted pleats, her red sweater with a white collar and a white stripe around the top and bottom looked good. Her big tits bobbled in the tight knit. Her tanned legs were sleek and darling in the white knee socks that had two red rings at the top. She wore white tennis shoes with red laces.
On the front of the sweater, between the two white stripes, was scripted in black the word Devils, the name of the Waverly High team.
As she jumped high, Sue's black bloomers glistened in the hot fall sun.
She looked incredibly beautiful and sexy out on the field, and there were hundreds of admiring eyes in the bleachers giving her the once over.
One of the things Sue liked best about her young life was cheerleading, being in front of a huge crowd of people in her short, swirling skirt, her tight sweater, showing off, looking sexy and alluring. She loved it, and always got a good feeling from performing.
The band boomed music, the girls danced, swinging forward, wiggling, swaying their juicy, young hips.
I just know I could be famous, Sue thought to herself as she spread her legs, planted her feet far apart, bent down, swayed her hips, bumped, pumped, let her skirt fly up over her shiny black panties.
After the game, she met some of the girls in the dressing room. It was near suppertime. They decided to go get pizza and cokes.
But just then Mrs. Wailer, the principal's secretary, came in.
"Sue, you have a call in the office."
Sue walked with her through the halls of the school to the administration office.
"Yes, hello," she said. "Hello, Sue Powers?" "Uh-huh."
"This is Dave Madison. I saw your ad in the shopper for babysitting. I know it's late, but my wife and I were just invited out."
"Yes?"
"Could you come over and sit with our little boy?"
"Gee, I'd like to, but
"We'll pay you double. I know it's Friday night and all."
"Ah. . . well . .. double?"
"Yes, it's a business-entertainment meeting. I have to go, and I really want my wife to be acre. A man just flew in to town that I have to entertain."
"Where do you live, sir?"
"In the Riverfront Estates."
"Would you pay my cab fare?"
"Sure." "What time?"
"Well, right away. Okay?"
"Sure, okay. I'll be there, give me the address.
Sue wrote it down on a pad, then dialed for a cab. She went back to the girls and informed them she had to baby-sit and couldn't go with them.
"You must need the money, huh?" "They're gonna pay me double." Sue fixed her ponytail and her bangs and went out in front of the school to wait for the taxi. Sue had never been to the expensive, plush Riverfront Estates where the Madisons lived. The cab pulled in on a paved drive that curved up in front of a huge two-story mansion with white pillars, columnar and antebellum. The fare was twenty-one dollars. "Just wait," Sue told the cabbie. She walked up to the door and rang the bell.
Mr. Madison opened the door.
"I'm Sue Powers."
"Oh, fabulous," the man smiled. He was tall, thin, near fifty. God, he's handsome, Sue thought. "I owe the cab twenty-one dollars."
Mr. Madison walked past her, went to the cab and paid the driver. He came back.
Sue watched his lean body, looking good in gray slacks, white shirt, tie, blue blazer.
"I'm so glad you could come on such short notice," he said. "Please come in."
She followed the handsome man into the huge house.
"We have a young lad of only twelve, and he shouldn't be any problem, Sue," Mr. Madison said.
He turned and gazed at her in her delicious cheerleading uniform.
Sue could see he was impressed with her generous, round tits and the way they pushed at the scripted Devils written in small letters across the front of her tight knit sweater.
Mr. Madison showed her through the house that was furnished richly.
"This came up rather quickly, our going out tonight, and the maid is off. We were lucky she left a shopper in the TV room so we could see your ad."
Sue met Jimmy, a cute boy with a pageboy hairdo. He was short, had a chubby face and freckles.
Then she met Mrs. Madison, Anne. She was forty-eight, still trim, but showed her age in her face, which was still beautiful. She had a supple body that had been kept up by exercise and perhaps a tummy tuck or two.
The Madisons left for their engagement and Sue watched TV with Jimmy, then sent him to bed as she was instructed to do.
Sue wandered through the house, deciding that one day she too would be rich and own a home like this, Since she had started babysitting this year, including the two hundred dollars she'd received from Mr. Brown, she had close to five hundred dollars.
She watched a late movie and fell asleep on the couch to be awakened by the Madisons at two o'clock.
Chapter Four
Sue sat up on the TV couch, stretched and her big, wonderful tits splashed against her sweater.
"Mr. Madison will take you home," Mrs. Madison said. "He's in his office, just go down that hall. He's calling California on business. When he finishes, he'll drive you. Thanks again, Susan for taking the job on short notice."
"Oh, anytime, Mrs. Madison," Sue said.
Mrs. Madison went up a winding staircase.
Sue walked into a hall bathroom. She splashed water on her pretty face, dried with a towel, combed her hair out, parted it quickly in the middle, let her bangs fluff down, and tied it up into two long ponytails that fell to her shoulders. She used two red ribbons to hook them. Then she blushed her cheeks pink and added fresh pink gloss to her luscious lips.
Looking refreshed and new, she went to Mr. Madison's office. He was on the phone and nodded for her to come in. Sue took a chair in front of his huge desk.
As he talked of a stock market move with a business associate, Mr. Madison gazed at Sue sitting prettily in the chair-her sweet red uniform, inverted white pleats high on her smooth thighs, her knee socks, tennies, and her red sweater with white stripes.
Sue crossed her legs and dangled one leg over the other, wiggling her foot as she waited.
"Well, let's buy a hundred thousand shares at the market in the morning," Mr. Madison said. "That would be a little over a million dollars and will give us a good position in the company."
Sue had never heard anyone talk about a million dollars before. She was properly impressed with the handsome man who sat businesslike behind his desk, glancing at her occasionally with admiring eyes.
"Yes, I do too. I think we can ride the stock up for two to three points, then take a nice profit," Mr. Madison continued.
He finally hung up.
"Sorry, just business," he smiled.
"Golly," Sue said, "sounds like real big business, Mr. Madison."
"Well, I have an investment company and a partner in California. We like to buy stock in good companies, then sit on it until we have a nice profit. Sometimes we try to take the company over, get seats on the board."
"Gosh, that sounds really interesting," Sue said, impressed.
"What year are you in high school, Susan?" he asked.
"A senior. I'll graduate this year."
"What will you do then?"
"I'd sure like to go to college, but I don't have the money. I really don't know. I've thought about mass communications, TV and stuff."
"I see."
"That's why I'm babysitting, so I can leave home, do something with my life."
"And do what specifically?" he asked. She blushed, embarrassed to tell. "Go ahead, tell me. Perhaps I can help. But you have to tell me what you really want life to give you."
"Money!" Sue blurted.
"You want to be rich? And you have no plan?" "Well, not really, just babysitting." Mr. Madison smiled.
"You're a very beautiful young lady," he said.
"Ah, well, thanks, sir."
"In order to be rich, Susan, you must know all there is to know about money."
"Uh-huh."
"You have to study, take some courses, and the best thing is to read the Wall Street Journal every day."
"How do I get that?"
"You can buy it or subscribe, but you have to read it every day, and then learn from it, and if you come across terms and words you don't know, you must find out what they mean. If you started doing this now, at your age, you could be very rich... if you play it right."
"Just reading?"
"Reading and investing."
"But I only have like maybe five hundred dollars, sir."
He smiled again.
"Would you like to discuss a business deal with me, Susan?" Mr. Madison said.
"Money is a form of exchange, my dear. You get money for services rendered, or you invest money hoping it will grow."
"Yes, sir."
"What if I gave you some money and a good stock to invest in?"
"Ah, gosh. I mean would you?" "I could."
"Well, that'd be really neat, sir."
"Say I gave you a thousand dollars, a name of a stock, you buy it, and keep track of it, learn about the stock market and make money."
"Gee, that's great," Sue said, a tremble seeping through her at the mention of a thousand dollars.
"Would you read the paper every day, would you take some business classes?"
"Oh, yes, sure I would."
"And for my investment, what would I get, Susan?"
Silence.
"Ah, well, I dunno, I mean what could I do?" Susan said finally.
"What would you suggest?" he asked, fiddling with a pencil.
Sue thought about that thousand dollars, her dream of getting out of Bluff City-fame, fortune. She thought she knew what Mr. Madison wanted. . . her.., but she was frightened to come out and say it.
"Well, I could work for you and stuff, sir?" He smiled again.
She could tell he wasn't thinking about that. "Or, gee... I could, well... anything you say, Mr. Madison."
He got up, handsome and mature in his three-piece gray suit. He walked around his desk to the plush leather chair in which Sue sat.
He stood over her, reached down, took her hand. He pulled her from the chair.
Sue came into his masculine arms, easily, willingly. He kissed her pink lips tenderly. Her body pressed to his lean frame. Her big tits mashed against him. She felt the stirring, the lift of his prick against her. She pushed in tighter.
His hands roamed her back, down into her little skirt, into the pleats. He fanned his hands out and felt the beautiful curve of her dream teen ass.
They finally broke the kiss, both trembling. Mr. Madison went back to his desk, took a checkbook, scribbled off a check and handed it to Sue. She looked at it. One thousand dollars.
"You take this in the morning call a broker, a stockbroker, and buy five hundred shares of Theta Nuclear. It's selling at two dollars a share. You hold it until I tell you to call."
Then he took her to him again, lifted her cheerleading skirt, pulled the pleats high. His hand slipped between her legs. He rubbed her cunt.
"Ooooh, that feels so nice," he whispered.
His hand slid lovingly in and out. Sue creamed in her bloomers. The thick pussy juice seeped through the black nylon, oozing onto Mr. Madison's fingers.
"You can put your hand in my panties if you wanna, sir," Sue whispered.
"Oh, yes, indeed," he said, then dipped deep into Sue's pants, his fingers weaving through the thick carpet of rich, brown cunny curls.
Her skirt was high. He held it up with one hand, while his other hand explored the deep warmth of her panties. He slicked a finger into her lovely cunny-now slick, juicy, creamy.
His cock pushed out a spike in his tight gray slacks.
"And you can unzip my pants and put your hand in if you like, too," he whispered hotly.
Sue unzipped his fly, reached in and found his hard prick. She pulled it out.
"Ah, ooof!" she gulped.
His cock was incredibly handsome, like the man himself-special. The stalk was hard, very smooth. The big throbbing prick looked like a long, beautifully caned piece of ivory with a big red head.
Sue couldn't believe the length, the hardness. She looked down at the lovely cock. Then she grasped it in her hand.
"Oooh," she sighed, amazed at how hard, how smooth his prick was.
His cock throbbed in her hand, a full eleven inches of big prick.
His finger fucked in and out of her pussy. His other hand was under her skirt in the back, lifting it, feeling her ass.
They were both red hot.
"Why don't you take your skirt off for me?" he suggested.
"Sure, okay," Sue said, stepping back as his hand slipped out of her panties.
She unzipped the little zipper in back and the red skirt flew to the floor. Mr. Madison took his slacks and shorts down. He took off his suit coat and the rest of his clothes.
Sue admired his lean, wiry nakedness, his fantastic prick.
The shaft, the rod-like, marble-like cock looked like it had been hand made out of magnificent ivory.
Sue stood in her panties, her sweater, knee socks and tennies.
He was completely nude.
He dipped to his knees and tugged her panties down, then kissed her cunt very softly, muffing his lips against the slit, licking very lightly on the curly carpet.
He took her panties down. Sue instinctively pulled her sweater off. Her black bra overflowed with her beautiful tits. Mr. Madison kissed and kissed on her cunt-little sweet, love smooches.
"Ohhhhh, sir!" Sue finally murmured.
Smack! Smooch! Slurp!
Sue had never felt anything so divine. Mr. Madison knew what he was doing. He was tender, loving, his lips licking, puckering, his tongue like a little dart as it speared up and down Sue's slick, slick silt.
Tiny kisses, just the tip of the tongue. And when he twiddled her clit, Sue came gloriously. She pushed down on his shoulders, humped over, thrust her hips out, bumped her pussy into his good-licking mouth, and let the sweet simmer of satisfaction sing through her like a symphony.
Mr. Madison knew she was cumming. He clutched her asscheeks, muffled in, opened his mouth and sucked voraciously as his tongue swiveled and swirled on Sue's clit.
"Oh, oooo, eeeck, ah." Sue mumbled. It was so good for her. She wanted her climax to continue forever.
"Ah, ahhh," she panted, her little moans coming in puffing gulps.
She shook, shuddered, tingled, then finally relaxed as the feeling subsided.
Mr. Madison stood up. He smiled his brilliant smile.
"Now, you suck me," he said.
Chapter Five
Sue had never sucked cock before, but she didn't tell Mr. Madison. She bent over. Her big tits slipped out of her bra and hung beautifully. Mr. Madison cupped them gently in his loving hands, bobbled them on his palms.
Sue ducked down, bent at the waist. His excellent prick bent upward, hard, jutting, the tip creamy white. She kissed the juicy cock tip. Her sweet pink lips brushed lightly against the bubbling tip.
"Ah, yes," Mr. Madison sighed. Sue licked her tongue along the smooth, marble-like stalk.
"Yes, yes!" he urged.
She licked down one side, licked back up on the top, then swirled her tongue over the bulb head.
"Yes, darling!"
Then she opened her mouth and pressed her pretty, pouty-pink lips around the top.
"Ahhhh!" Mr. Madison sighed. Sue bobbed up and down, in and out, sucking the whole cockhead into her little mouth. Her cheeks dimpled and caved in, and her lips looked like a fish mouth as they plunged around the long, sweet prick.
Mr. Madison kept jiggling her big tits as she sucked him. He looked down and watched her darling suck action. She glanced upward as she slurped him, saw his loving look.
"That's soooo good, Susan!" he murmured. "You're sooo wonderful!"
She sucked and sucked and felt him squirt cum in her mouth. She gulped it down. She wanted to satisfy this handsome businessman.
She wanted him to love her and want her, He finally lifted her off his cock, took her down to the floor. Sue lay back, beautiful in her red knee socks, her white tennies with red laces, her black bra. He took her bra off and sucked her tits.
Sue clutched his cock in her hand, marveling at the smooth, marble-like stalk. He spread her legs with his hand as he sucked her tits, then he mounted her.
"Let's fuck" he whispered. "I never fucked, sir," she gulped. "Then I'll be gentle," he whispered. He fisted his cock and guided it to her slushy pussy. He punched it in slowly and gave her a full five inches.
"Ahhh, oh!" Sue cried.
"That okay?" he asked.
"Feel good in there?" "Yessss!"
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck you now," he said.
"Okay, fuck me."
His ass humped slowly, driving his hard, long cock in and out of her cunt. Sue's legs wore spread wide apart. She lay back on the plush carpet, looking down between them, watching the slick slide of his prick.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped. "I'm fuckin' you now," he said. "I know! I know! Oh, sir!"
His balls slapped at her ass with slow dull thuds. His cock drubbed in and out of her lovely pussy.
"Good?" he asked. "Oh, yeahhh!" "Fucking's good, Sue." "Yes, fucking's good, Mr. Madison."
And Sue meant it. She didn't know that a girl could feel so good.
Mr. Madison hooked one arm under Sue's neck. The other he slid under her, his hand cupping her ass, a finger tickling up at her asshole.
Sue cocked her knees up, put her tennies flat on the floor and spread wide for the humping man. He shoved her some more cock.
"Ah, oof!" Sue exclaimed.
"I'm so glad this happened," Mr. Madison said, "that we had to go out tonight, that we called you, that we ended up fuckin' like this on the floor."
"Me too, sir," Sue moaned.
He pumped faster and, harder, his cock in seven full inches. His balls banged at Sue's ass with loud slaps. His cock sliding in and out made a sweet slurping sound.
Sue instinctively hooked her knee-socked legs around him. She bounced up and down on the floor, meeting his he-man cock thrust.
"Yeah, fuck like that, Sue!"
"It's sooo good! Feels sooo good, Mr. Madison!"
"That's what I like to hear!" he panted. Mr. Madison kissed her sweet mouth. They kissed and fucked, and he screwed her asshole with the tip of his finger. Sue brought her hand around and tickled her fingers up and down the crack of his ass, then diddled around on his assbud.
They came in glorious splendor, together, at the same time. His cock billowed and poured huge splashes of cum into Sue's pussy. She shivered and shuddered under him, bumped on the floor. Her ass slapped up and down on the carpet. He humped with fast, quick strokes. They broke their kiss.
"I'm cummin'!" Mr. Madison cried. "I'm gettin' it!"
"Oh, me too!" Sue yelped, "Darling!"
"Oh, sir! Feels fabulous!" she sobbed.
She writhed in ecstasy as the sweet feel of her climax sizzled through her. Mr. Madison's cock kept spitting big chunks of cum into her cunny.
When they had buzzed through their orgasm, they lay in crumpled satisfaction. Mr. Madison pulled his hard cock from her pussy. He kissed her softly.
Then he lifted her up and set Sue on her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her. His cock drooled, still hard, still marble-smooth and creamy. He pushed his prick between her legs.
Sue tucked her head down and looked back and under. She saw the big banana prick curling, long, the knob up. Mr. Madison reached down and inserted it in her pussy.
His hands clapped to her ass, on the sides of her cheeks. He rocked slowly on his knees, pumping prick in and out of Sue's sweet pussy.
Sue watched the creamy slush of his prick rushing in and out in long, slurping strokes.
Her tits hung low. Mr. Madison humped over her, and reached around and cupped them. He squeezed and played with the delightful teen-tits.
Then he was back up on his rigid position, bucking harder, plumbing her pussy with his beautiful cock. Sue, on her hands and knees, wagged her luscious ass at him.
"That's right, darling!" he whispered. "That's the way to fuck!"
"Am I doin' it okay?" Sue asked. "Dog-fuckin', Sue." "Dog-fuckin'?"
"Yeah, do you like fuckin' this way?"
"Fuckin' like dogs."
Just the sound of such a lewd description strangely thrilled lovely Sue.
"Dogs, yeah, like dogs!" she whimpered, her voice trembling with joy.
"Yes, darling," he sighed, rocking in and out, punching slick prick in Sue's sluicing pussy.
"That feels good in there, Mr. Madison!" "I know."
"It's so hard and slick and stuff and... oh, oh, ho! Sir! I think I'm gonna feel . . . it. . now. . . ah, ah, ohhhhhhh!"
Sue climaxed.
Mr. Madison pumped her good, his sleek prick pleasuring her to new ecstasies, new passions, new joy. She shuddered, shook wildly, clutched at the carpet with her hands, stiffened and let him bang and slam.
Then she felt the rushing gush of his load. He pumped with quick, short jabs as he squirted out a hot, bubbling spray of cream into her cunt.
"Sue, darling!" he cried. "Sir!"
"We're cummin'!" he panted. "I know! Oooooh!"
They fucked it off, both enjoying the simmering tingle of fantastic orgasm. Mr. Madison's long, banana cock slushed in and out until he'd spurted all he had into Sue.
He finally pulled out.
"Well!" he said. "We have a business deal then?"
"In the future, then, I'd like you to come to my office."
"Would you?"
"Yes, once a week, just tell the receptionist you're my cousin, but if you come after five everyone will be gone."
"I'll do that."
"And I'll continue to help you make money, okay?"
"Oh, yes, thank you, Mr. Madison," Sue said getting up. "Shouldn't you take me home now?"
"Indeed," he smiled, kissing her lovingly.
Chapter Six
The next morning Sue got up with the opening of the stock market and purchased five hundred shares of Theta Nuclear at two dollars a share from a discount broker.
She dressed in a black jeans skirt, a pink camisole top and pink shoes. On her way to school, she purchased a copy of the Wall Street Journal.
During each study period that day, Sue read and studied the paper, making notes about questions she thought she must ask Mr. Madison. Much of it was confusing to her young mind, but she read the paper twice, then that night looked it over again.
This was much the same routine the following day. She was delighted to see in the paper that Theta had climbed to three dollars a share, which meant she already had a five-hundred dollar profit. Sue was elated.
Sue liked Mr. Madison very much. He was so handsome, masculine, so smart-and rich. It didn't matter to her that he was fifty years old. In fact, that made him more intriguing to her.
She was excited about going to his investment firm, to his office on a regular basis. Learning more about the stock market became a real desire.
Sue had also learned from her past experiences babysitting that she should look as good as she could. She had found that older, married men liked her. Maybe it was her youthful beauty, her fabulous little body; perhaps they were simply bored with their wives-she didn't know, but she knew they liked her and she planned to exploit it all she could in the future to further her goals to get out of Bluff City, become somebody and make lots of money.
Her next sitting assignment came three days after her experience with Mr. Madison. She received a call through the work program at Waverly High School.
"This is Mrs. Jeffers, we were put in touch with you by the school. Could you sit with our boy this weekend?"
"What day?" Sue asked. "We're going out Friday night." "Gee, we have a game then, and I'm a cheerleader," Sue said.
"What time will it be over?"
"Around nine."
"Could you come over after the game? We weren't going out until around then anyway."
Sue was tired of Friday night sitting, but she wanted money, so she said, "Okay, what's the address?"
Mrs. Jeffers gave the address in the Riverview subdivision, not far from the rich houses of Riverfront Estates where Mr. Madison lived.
"I'd have to take a cab," Sue said.
"We'll pay for it. So, see you a little after nine then?"
"Okay," Sue agreed.
The cheerleaders had decided to wear their combination sweater-skirt uniforms for the game instead of the all-red they had appeared in the week before.
Sue liked this uniform best of all-short sleeved red sweater that had vertical braids of two white stripes and two black stripes, no more than a half inch each, blended together from the neck ribbing down the sleeve and down each side from armhole to the waistband of the sweater. On the front of the tight sweater was a little white megaphone in which was written Devils.
Sue's gorgeous tits looked good on each side of the word Devils, pushing at the little sweater like two softballs. She wore with the sweater a tiny-and it was tiny, perhaps no more than fourteen inches long-black skirt with inverted red pleats, three in front, three in back.
Her legs were encased in tight red knee socks with a big black ring at the top, and she wore white tennis shoes.
The red in her uniform was really a deep bright scarlet and looked very alluring.
Sue had her long brown hair swept over to one side with a few loose curls on her forehead. It was tied with a red ribbon and the big thick ponytail flopped off the right side of her head down to her shoulder.
The cab took her to the Jeffers' house, another big home in an expensive subdivision by the river. Mrs. Jeffers let her in and paid the cab. She was a tall woman of forty with brown hair, a lean frame, but very beautiful.
Sue met Mr. Jeffers who was also forty, tall, with very rugged good looks. He gave Sue a hot, admiring stare.
Then Sue met Bobby, their junior high son, a cute kid with a Prince Valiant hair cut-long, blond. He had a chubby face and was about the same height as Sue.
Mr. Jeffers showed Sue around the house. He ushered her into the TV room and showed her where the videos were.
Sue bent over to inspect the library. Her little skirt skipped up over her bright scarlet panties. She turned and caught Mr. Jeffers gawking at her beefette ass.
Sue watched TV with Bobby until midnight, then told him to shower and go to bed. She pulled out her copy of the Wall Street Journal and began studying.
She went up to check on Bobby after thirty minutes. He had just gotten into bed.
"Goodnight," she smiled, then saw he had a hard-on that stuck up under the covers.
"Goodnight, Sue," he said.
She lingered in the doorway, pretty, sexy in her uniform.
"You should turn the light off and go to sleep now, Bobby." Sue smiled.
Chapter Seven
Sue didn't hear the Jeffers return from their night out. They came in quietly. Mr. Jeffers kissed his wife and she went up to go to bed. He went through the house, checking things before he went to find Sue and take her home.
He walked into the TV room and there she was, beautiful, darling, asleep on the couch. One leg hung over the edge, one leg was propped up leaning against the back of the couch.
Her tiny black skirt had pulled up over her red bloomers. The panties were stuffed out by her thick carpet of cunny curls underneath.
She looked wonderful there, asleep, legs lewdly apart. Mr. Jeffers got an immediate erection, from looking at her.
Who wouldn't have?
Sue lay oblivious, sound asleep, but juicy as a plum in her cheerleading uniform, her little black skirt up, the pleats swirled, her legs cocked apart.
Before he could stop himself, Mr. Jeffers was stroking his cock that now spiked out his trousers. Next thing he knew he had unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and shorts around his shoes, and he had his prick in his hand, slowly pumping.
He was hot!
Sue must have picked up his vibe in her sleep. She opened her eyes, blinked several times, and looked over at Mr. Jeffers.
"Ah!" she gasped.
He said nothing, simply stroked harder on his thick, hard prick.
"Sir, what are you doin'?" Sue whispered.
Suddenly, as if he'd just realized he had his pants down and was masturbating to the lovely cheerleader, he said, "Oh, I'm. . . I'm sorry;. . I just, I couldn't . . . I mean I had to . . you're so . ."
His stammering, his pumping gave Sue a good tingle of excitement. She raised up and sat on the couch, her tiny black skirt still up, her kneesocked legs apart.
She liked it. She liked his hand-job. But should she let him jerk to her? she thought.
He was humped outward. His hand hiked his cock, his thumb extended. Sue arched. His eyes glued her luscious body, her sweet titties swelling against her tight sweater, pushing out the word Devils.
"Are you gonna keep masturbatin', sir?" Sue whispered.
"Can I? May I?" "Do you wanna?" "Yes, very much."
"Well, I guess it's all right." He humped his hand faster. "Should I just sit here, sir?"
"Could you do something sexy for me?"
Sue thought about it, what she might do. She stood up, swayed her hips, then lifted her little black skirt, held it out, rolled her hips. "Somethin' like that?" she asked. "Whooffff, yessss!" Mr. Jeffers puffed hotly.
"Should I take my panties down?" "Oh, would you?"
"If you wanna see me do it, I will." "You're so sweet. Yes, take your panties down for me."
Sue tugged her panties down on her thighs and showed him her bushy brown pussy.
"AH!" he gasped.
Sue smiled sweetly, sexily, rolled her hips, pushed her muff at Mr. Jeffers. He pounded harder on his prick.
"Oooooh!" Sue whispered. "You're goin' like crazy!"
"Ah, God, honey!" he gasped.
Sue's pussy creamed. She reached down with one hand, held her pleats up with the other and rubbed her fingers through the thick cunny hair.
"Ohhh, yeah!" Mr. Jeffers cried. "You like when I do that?" she cooed.
She rubbed three fiat fingers between her legs.
Then she hooked a finger into her cunt. "Ah, jeez . .. yes!" Mr. Jeffers panted. "You're really goin', sir. So fast and stuff." "Do it, finger your cunt!"
"Jerk your prick!" Sue shot back. "Oh, honey! Finger it!" "Jerk it!"
"Honey, baby!"
He was panting like a dog. His mouth hung open, and his hand blurred on his cockstalk. Cum spat from the bulging up.
"Finger-fuck yourself," he moaned. "Fuck your fist!" Sue barked.. "Finger, finger, finger!" he panted, his hand making loud, slurping sounds as he pumped his hard prick.
"Golly," Sue whispered, "that really looks goooood!"
She twiddled and fiddle-fucked her clit, her hand fanning between her legs, still holding up her cheerleading skirt with her free hand.
"I'd love to see your titties, too," Mr. Jeffers gulped.
Then he stiffened. His hand whacked harder, and he climaxed. His cock sprayed cum at Sue.
"Oh, sir? Wow! Wow!" Sue gasped. "Wowwwww!"
"Honey, honey, honey!" he cried. His prick spat and spewed big chunks of bubbling hot cream that splashed to the carpet in front of Sue. She fucked her pussy faster and got it with him, felt the rinse of ecstasy wash through her beautiful body. She was jerked forward at the waist. Her face became frozen with pleasure. Her mouth was unhinged as she came and watched the magnificent eruption pouring from Mr. Jeffer's prick stick.
"You're shootin' all over," Sue finally managed.
"Ah, honey, honey!" was all he could gulp. "Whew, looka the stuff keep cummin' out!" Sue remarked in amazement, fascinated by his huge spraying load.
"I know, I know," he mumbled. "Been so long... so hot, so-ohhhhhh!"
He was humped forward, his hand pounding wildly, his cock spurting copiously. His eyes were fastened to the sight before him-the luscious, pretty, juicy cheerleader.
Finally he had pumped out all he had. Sue had shuddered through a fabulous climax. She wanted to scream about how much she loved to cum, how good it always felt, time after time after time after time.
She thought she would simply like to cum forever.
"Oh, shit!" Mr. Jeffers huffed. "That was wonderful! That's the best I've felt . . . the hottest I've been in years."
Sue smiled shyly.
"You better take me home, I guess," she whispered sweetly.
He toddled over to her, little choppy steps, dragging his trousers on his ankles, like a man on a prison chain gang. He looked down at the cum on the carpet.
"I'm going to have to do some cleaning, huh?" he smiled.
"I guess so," Sue said, looking down also, seeing the thick goo clinging to the carpet.
He reached out. "I wanna feel these nice tits," he said. "Can I?"
"Mmmmm, well.., okay," Sue agreed. She lifted her Devils sweater, and revealed a black demi-cup bra that bulged beautifully with her young eighteen-year-old tits.
Mr. Jeffers cupped his rugged hands on the bra, felt her tits, round firmness. Then he dipped in and took them out, marveled at their proud, jutting loveliness.
"Oh, these are beautiful," he murmured, his hands squeezing, jiggling, cupping, fondling.
"I'm glad you like 'em, sir," Sue whispered. His creamy cock thumped. Sue looked down and saw the rise of the prick, lifting up like a crane.
He kept one hand on her tits, then thrust the other between her legs, rubbed on her slushy pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled. Sue reached down and fisted his cock, clutching the dripping stalk, setting a good grip, squeezing hard. A spin of cream bubbled out on the tip.
Sue pumped in and out on his prick as he raised another hard-on. He slipped a finger into her cunt. They stood in enamored delight with each other.
"Oh, Sue!" he sighed. "This is soooo good!"
Suddenly there was a yell from upstairs. It was Mrs. Jeffers. She called out to her husband.
"Tom.. . Tom!" "Yes, dear?"
"Are you still here?"
"I was just leaving with Sue." "Okay, well hurry back."
"Damn," he said. "I thought she was going to sleep. She must wanna make love."
"Well, you're sure ready," Sue said, squeezing one last time on his cock before releasing it.
Driving in the car, Mr. Jeffers said, "I haven't paid you yet. What do I owe you for babysitting?"
"A hundred dollars," Sue said.
"Huh," he smiled. "My, you are quite a little business lady.
"I try to be," Sue smiled back. "Don't you think that's reasonable?"
"Oh, yes, indeed."
They pulled up in front of her house. He gave her a hundred fifty dollars, kissed her lovely lips and said, "Can we get together again- soon?"
"Well, you call, and if I'm free maybe we can, Sue said, slipping out of the car.
Chapter Eight
Sue rode the elevator to Mr. Madison's investment office. It was shortly after five. She wore a pink, denim mini, a tight, dark blue sweater, and white high heels.
Her hair was in bangs with a long ponytail in the back. Her stock had gone up one more point since she had purchased it, and she had been reading the Wall Street Journal, learning as Mr. Madison had instructed her.
Her thousand-dollar profit in the stock made her happy. She was grateful for men like Mr. Madison, and as she got out of the elevator, she thought the world should have more generous, bright, handsome men like him.
She walked to his offices and pushed through the door. The place was empty, but then Mr. Madison appeared in the hall and led her back to his plush office overlooking Bluff City and the river.
"Well, how are you today, Susan?" Mr. Madison said, flashing his bright smile, sitting down after Sue had taken a big chair in front of his desk.
"Quite well, sir."
"I see our stock is up." "I know," Sue said.
"And have you been studying?" "Oh, every day, Mr. Madison."
"What have you learned, Susan?"
He's so handsome, Sue thought. Yes, he's fifty years old, but he's such a man.
"Well, I been studyin' how the Federal Reserve controls the money supply, Mr. Madison, how they can inject money into the economy or take it out through the sale or purchase of financial instruments." "Very good, Susan."
He seems happy, she thought, looking at his handsome face, his lean body in his plush leather chair, his expensive three-piece suit.
"And how the Federal Reserve Board controlling interest rates too. And since they're an independent agency the president doesn't have much sayin it... how if the Fed raises the discount rate, banks raise their prime rate for loans, and when this happens the stock market goes down."
"Oh my. You have been studying indeed. Well, I'm delighted, Susan."
"Thank you, Mr. Madison," Sue said proudly.
"Well now, when Theta Nuclear gets up to six, Sue, you should think of selling and taking a profit. One of the rules we have to learn about the market is that we should never be afraid to take a profit."
"Okay."
"And when you sell out, buy DO Display Systems, a fine little Midwestern company into desktop publishing... they manufacture and
market full-page video display systems for use with IBM and IBM-compatible personal computers. It's going to be a good stock."
"Thanks, I'll do that."
"And keep studying, and the next time we get together I want you to have researched a company on your own and tell me about it, why you think it might be a good buy, okay?"
"Yes, okay."
"Now, darling," he said, again giving a smile, "let me tell you how lovely you look today,"
"Gee, thanks."
"I'd like to see you pull up your skirt and show me your panties."
"I been wantin' to do that since I walked in, Mr. Madison," Sue whispered lewdly.
And she had. She wanted to please the rich, handsome businessman. Sue lifted up, set her white heels flat on the floor, pulled her little pink skirt up her thighs, up, up, up, until she had it around her waist.
She wore a pair of thin nylon hipster, white panties. Her cunt muffed the crotch deliciously. She cocked her legs apart.
"Oh, my," Mr. Madison said. "Very nice,
Susan."
"I'm so glad you're pleased, sir."
"Oh, I am indeed."
"Why don't you take your prick out?" Sue said, thinking passionately about his long, slick, smooth, marble-like prick.
"Shall I?" he whispered.
"I'd love to see your peter, Mr. Madison," Sue said, sliding down in the chair, pushing her legs wider apart-giving Mr. Madison a beautiful, provocative look at her legs, her panties, and her cunny muffin under the thin, white nylon.
"Then I shall show it to you, Susan," he said, standing up.
He unzipped his fly and produced his cock. "Oh, sir!" Sue gasped. "It's so long, it's so big and stuff."
He flashed her his bright, manly smile, then unbuckled his slacks, pushed them to his knees. They fell around his ankles as he came around the desk. He took his shorts down. His prodigious prick wobbled and waved at darling Sue.
Sue moved forward in the chair and sat on the edge, her back straight, her prodigious titties splashing against her blue sweater.
Mr. Madison stood over her, his smooth, ivory-like prick sticking out hard, long-a full, banana-curved eleven inches.
Sue clutched it in her little hand. Her pink fingernails wrapped around the cock. She slid her hand, over handed, in and out on the stalk, inspecting the marvelous, marble-hard, glass smooth prick.
His balls hung like two ripe limes in a handsome sac. She lifted them on her other hand, bobbling them on her palm, feeling their tender roll.
She ducked out and kissed the steaming tip of Mr. Madison's prick, puckered her pink, wet lips and pecked all over the bulging cockhead.
"My sweet dear," he mumbled.
Her mouth opened wider and she took the bulb head into the wet, warm, saliva-slick depths of her jaw. She sealed her lips, then started sucking.
"Ahhhh, yes, dear . . . yes!"
Her head bobbed in and out. Mr. Madison grasped her ponytail and twisted it in his hand so he was able to manipulate her head by tugging and pulling on the sweet tail.
"Suck, Sue, suck!" he whispered hotly.
She sucked indeed. Her beautiful face was etched with sucker's passion. Her cheeks were dimpled in. Her mouth looked like a plunger. Her pink lips sealed tightly. She bobbed and ducked, in and out, in and out, in and out.
Sue had a grip on the base of the prick, all the time squeezing and cuddling his big balls in her other hand. Mr. Madison's prick throbbed wildly.
"Ohhhh, darling. . . suck, suck, suck!" he whimpered, humping his hips out, pushing his prick deeper into Sue's sweet mouth.
Sue sucked hard, sucked fast, her head bobbing now like a chicken bantering around the yard.
Mr. Madison shot his load, spat out a huge, hot load of bubbling ann into Sue's mouth. She backed off on the big prick as the load choked her, but she managed to keep her mouth on the tip. Cum spilled from her mouth, down her chin, onto her blue sweater. She pumped on the base of his long prick while her mouth sucked, kissed, slobbered at the spurting prickhead.
"Au, ohhhhhh!" Mr. Madison cried. "So good! Sooooo good!"
"Ahughffmmm!" Sue mumbled, thick cum still spilling out of her mouth.
She pumped harder, faster on the prick and slipped her tongue out and wagged it wildly on his spurting cocktip.
"Yes, yes! Oh, Susan!" Mr. Madison mumbled as he shook with ecstasy.
When he'd finally spewed out all the cream he could for the moment, Mr. Madison pulled back. Sue took a deep breath, licked her tongue over her cummy-slick lips, brought her hand to her chin and wiped away the thick goo splotched there. She looked down at the clinging blobs of cream on her sweater.
"That was beautiful, darling," Mr. Madison sighed.
He handed her his hankie, and Sue wiped her mouth, dabbed at her sweater.
Mr. Madison dipped to his knees, spread Sue's legs, tugged her panties off and went down on her. His mouth muffled in her precious pussy.
Sue slid down on the chair, spread her legs wider to accommodate him. Mr. Madison licked her curt, his tongue slicking like a feather up and down the creamy opening.
"Ah, ohhhh, Mr. Madison, that's good!" Sue whispered.
He opened his mouth wide and sucked on her cunt, then found her clit, which he twiddled with the tipping of his tongue as he slurped.
"Oof... oh!" Sue gasped, her face filled with pleasure, her voice trembling with joy and emotion.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm" Mr. Madison mumbled.
"Suck my muffy, sir" Sue barked. "Suck my cunt!"
"Mmmmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmm!"
It didn't take long to bring Sue off. She started shaking, reached down, clasped her hands behind Mr. Madison's head, and came.
"Ah, shitttttttt!" she yelped.
He slurped and gobbled at her cunt like a wild wolf His tongue lapped and slapped, his mouth sucked and smooched. Sue tingled with the fabulous feeling of climax.
"Shit, shit, shit!" she barked.
Mr. Madison slobbered her pussy with his tongue as her clit twiddled and sent another jolt of pleasure through Sue.
"Oh, again...again...I'm feelin' it again... oh, sir!"
Chapter Nine
Mr. Madison pulled Sue from the chair. He took her into his arms and undressed her, took her sweater and bra off, her skirt, until she stood nude except for her white high heels.
He humped down, set his legs apart. "Wanna fuck standing up?" he asked. "Sure," Sue said, feeling the thrust of his cock as he pushed into her.
"Ohhhh, you're in!" Sue said.
"I know.. .it feels so good in your pussy,
Sue. So soft, so warm." "Fuck it, Mr. Madison." "I intend to, darling. "Fuck it standin' up, sir."
He did. His ass humped. His balls swung low. Sue threw her arms around his neck. He clutched her asscheeks.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it good, sir!"
His cock sawed in and out. Sue looked down and watched the slugging prick slide in a creamy slurp in and out of her sucking pussy.
"Ah, yeahhh!" she whispered. "Looks good doesn't it, Susan?" "Yes, Mr. Madison, real good. It makes me hot lookin' at it."
They were both gazing at their fucking action, both humping slowly at each other, meeting their passion head-on.
"I know, me too," he said. "Makes me hot too."
Sue looked up into his handsome face. "Oh, sir!" she gulped, then offered her rich, open lips for a kiss.
Mr. Madison smothered her mouth with a hot French lick.
They kissed in wet, slurping, sucking bliss. Sue thought, could it be wrong to be fucking a fifty-year-old man... when I'm only eighteen? No, no, no, she thought.
They broke the kiss, still screwing in their stand-up position, his cock still slurping in and out of her cunt with precision timing. Sue had her arms around his neck. He brought his hands around from her ass, and played with her sweet teenette tits.
Their eyes met in a loving, passionate gaze. The older man, the younger girl . . . fucking, fucking, fucking.
"Oh, Sue!" Mr. Madison sighed. "Sir!"
"Darling!"
"Oh Mr. Madison."
"Sweet, sweet darling!"
"Oh, I love fuckin' you, Mr. Madison! Is that wrong?"
"No, darling, that's wonderful."
"I do, sir. I really do like fuckin'."
"And me to... with you, with you, Sue." "I'd like to fuck all the time with you, Mr. Madison."
"That can be arranged, my dear."
"Your, ah .. . your peter, sir .. . ah, your prick. It feels so good in my muffy!"
"And your pussy-muffy feels good on and around my prick, Sue darling! Real good!"
"And we're fuckin' standin' up and stuff."
He was low in his hump stroke, his cock upward in the slant as he slammed it to her. Sue pumped and bumped her young, luscious hips back at him, screwing around and around, in and out.
"And I'm learnin' so much from you too, Mr. Madison," Sue blurted.
"That's what life's all about, Sue... fuckin' and learnin', just fuckin' and learnin ."
"Oh, fuck me!" Sue yelled. "Fuck me!" "Yes, yes."
"Just keep fuckin' me, Mr. Madison!" "I will."
"Oh, gawwwwd, I think I love you, sir!" "I know I love you, Susan."
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Sue babbled.
His cock was hard as iron. The slick-slide stroked her pussy with thrilling tingles. Sue knew she was on the verge of cumming. She pumped birder at his stroke.
She was possessed by the rhapsodic sound of their slurping fucking, the slushy swish of prick and clit.
His thick, teeming hard-on lavished her sucking pussy. Sue wagged her beautiful ass and he fired out a load of cream just as she exploded in a convulsive climax.
"I'm cummin'!" he yelped.
Cream poured into her pussy.
"I am too!" she barked.
Then the exceptional blush of excitement freaked through her, gave her a fabulous cum buzz as his prick shot an ooh, load of cum into her cunt.
"Oh, goooodeeeee, don't stop!" Sue cried.
Mr. Madison rocked in and out. His trembling body was wracked with a remarkable fever. His cock sprayed heaps of chunky cum cream into her pussy.
"Fuck it!" Sue hissed, hotly. "Just fuck it."
"Ohhhh, oh, Sue!"
They stood together, connected by their tingling passion, prick and pussy, there high over the city in Mr. Madison's plush office.
Chapter Ten
Sue's investment in the nuclear stock zoomed and she sold out for a three-thousand-dollar profit. She immediately took that total, keeping her original thousand, and invested in DC Display Systems. At two dollars a share, she was able to get fifteen hundred shares.
Life was treating her well, she thought. And indeed she also thought that it should. She was pretty, stacked, bright, and she was learning.
She continued reading the Wall Street Journal, and went to a bookstore where she bought more books on investing and the stock market.
At night, when she wasn't babysitting, after her school work, she read late into the night about investing. There were many evenings when she simply lay back, closed her book, and thought about Mr. Madison.
It was Mr. Madison, after all, who was responsible for the turn of events in her life, the money she was making in the stock market.
Could she actually be in love with a man thirty-two years older than she was? She didn't know, but she thought that she did indeed love the handsome, older man. He was so brilliant, generous, loving, and the way he made love to her was thrilling.
His suggestion that she buy DG Display Systems was a good one. Within three days, the stock had jumped a point and she held a fifteen-hundred-dollar profit.
Excited, more determined than ever to learn the stock market and the way of big business, Sue bought a book called, Accounting Made Easy.
She learned about book value, valued assets, current assets versus current liabilities, how to scan a balance sheet and corporate reports to find a good stock buy.
She couldn't wait for her next visit to Mr. Madison to tell him of her progress, but before that happened she received a call to baby-sit for a Mr. and Mrs. Holt.
Sue knew the score with older men now. She dressed tastefully but sexily for her appointment, arriving in a cab on the outskirts of town, far away from the river, at a nice house in a new subdivision called Oak Tree.
She looked good in a black mini, pink sweater, white heels, and walked to the house after paying the taxi driver. She rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Holt let her in.
"Well, hello, I'm so glad you could come," Mrs. Holt said.
"I've been at a birthday party for a girlfriend, so I'm still dressed up," Sue lied.
"Fine, fine, well... we're going to a big party ourselves, and we won't be home until late, and as we discussed on the phone, we want you to stay over."
Sue had her overnight bag. "Sure, that's fine." Sue walked through the one-story, sprawling, ranch-type house, into a large living room with a bar. Mr. Holt was mixing drinks for several people who sat at the bar and stood around.
He stopped and came over.
"This is Sue Powers, Ed, our babysitter. She came highly recommended by the school," Mrs. Holt said.
Ed gazed at her lovely beauty. He was forty. He wore a shirt, slacks and loafers.
"Well, nice to meet you, and thanks for coming. We have a little party going. Janet will show you around, and tomorrow morning I'll pay you and see that you get back home."
"Fine, sir," Sue said.
Janet Holt showed Sue the house, then introduced her to Junior Holt and his cousin Cynthia. Cynthia was staying over too, since her parents were going out with the Holts.
"You can let them stay up until midnight or after. They're both in junior high now."
The Holts left. Sue could see both Mr. Halt and the other man, Cynthia's dad, give her admiring looks before they went out for the evening.
After they had gone, Sue popped popcorn and the three watched TV. Junior was a cute blond with a crew cut, and Cynthia had brown hair, short at five-foot-one, budding young teen tits that looked like plums under her tight camisole top. She wore tight, faded jeans.
The news came on, then all-night videos, which Cynthia and Junior wanted to watch. They all sat in the TV room watching and singing along.
"Can we dance?" Junior asked. "Sure, if you wanna," Sue said. "Should we dance, Cynthia?" he asked. "I dunno."
"Aw, come on."
"I dunno"
"I'll dance with you, Junior," Sue said. They boogied down to an old Rod Stewart video, and then a new slow one came on from Wang Chung. Sue let Junior hold her close. Cynthia watched.
Chapter Eleven
Sue's new investment went well and by the time she was scheduled to meet with Mr. Madison, she had piled up a total of six thousand in profits and had sold out DO Display Systems.
As instructed, she had researched and found a stock on her own and she was excited to tell her lover about her diligent research efforts.
She went to his office after a Friday afternoon football game. She decided to leave her sexy, cute uniform on. She thought Mr. Madison might like her dressed in her uniform, that it might excite and delight him as it did so many other boys and men.
Sue looked delicious. She wore her red short skirt with inverted white pleats, her red sweater with white collar, featuring a white stripe at the top and bottom. Her legs were darling in her white knee socks, her red tennis shoes with white laces. On the front of her sweater, between the stripes was scripted the familiar Devils.
Her big titties splashed against the sweater, the tiny skirt, so short as to be lewd, swirled on her tan thighs. She looked stunning as she entered Mr. Madison's office late after everyone had left.
He stood up.
"Well, hello. My, you look very pretty today," he said, inspecting her double ponytails that bobbed from the sides of her head, her pretty face with pink blush on the cheeks, glistening pink gloss on the lips.
"I came over after the game, sir. I didn't have time to change clothes."
He came around the desk, walked to her and grabbed her. He pulled her into a crushing embrace and kissed her luscious mouth.
His hands played up under her pleats, back around, feeling the smooth glow of her ass, feeling the chubby cheeks through the slick black bloomers she wore.
Mr. Madison's cock leaped to an erection and throbbed against Sue. They finished their kiss, both panting, both hot and full of fire.
"I've missed you," he whispered.
"I've missed you too, Mr. Madison."
Mr. Madison picked little Sue up in his strong arms, carried her around behind his desk and sat her down on top, her legs dangling from the knee.
His prick pushed out his slacks. He caressed her smooth cheeks with his fingers and kissed her lightly with a wet mouth. Sue kissed back.
She trembled as he cupped her tits and fondled them, jiggling them lovingly in the palms of his hands. One hand slid down to her skirt. He slid it under the white inverted pleats, up into her crotch where he rubbed her black briefs on their muffin softness.
Sue reached down and stroked the long shaft of his cock that curved out against his slacks. She felt a damp emission, looked and saw the crotch darken with the flush of his prick juice.
Mr. Madison backed up and undressed until he was completely nude. He reached under Sue's skirt and took her panties down her smooth legs, over her tennies, and dropped them on his desk.
His prodigious prick wobbled and thumped. Gunky cum spat from the red-scarlet tip. He sat down in his chair.
"I want you on top," he whispered. "I want you to fuck me, Susan."
"On top?"
"Yes, straddle me."
Sue slipped from the desk, slid over on top of him, lifted her skirt. Mr. Madison fisted his cock, and Sue screwed down on the creamy tip.
"Like this?" Sue asked.
"Yes, like that, Susan."
Sue stood over him, her legs wide, straddling the tops of his thighs. She humped down a littie as she took more of his beautiful prick up into her pussy.
"Ahhhh, yeah!" Mr. Madison sighed. "Then fuck it? Fuck it like this?" Sue whispered, undulating her schoolgirl hips, bumping her ass in and out, up and down, then around, as she screwed more of his prick into her cunt.
She put her hands on his shoulders for balance. Mr. Madison reached around and cupped her wonderful ass. Sue moved slowly on top of him.
"Is this the way?" she asked.
"Yes, like that, darling, that's the way to fuck me."
"Your peter makes me so hot, Mr. Madison. I like it up in there. It feels good in there."
"I know, I know."
Sue humped and pumped, harder now, faster.
"Yes, Sue, fuck me, fuck me!"
"I wanna, I wanna. I wanna fuck you, sir. I wanna keep fuckin' you forever!"
"You sweet little fucker. . . you darling fucker!"
"Oh, sir, that makes me hot when you talk like that!"
"Does it?"
Sue's heart pounded in her chest like a hammer.
"Yes, real hot."
"Come on, cute little fucker . . . fuck my prick!"
"Sweet prick-fuckin' honey, that's what you are, right?"
"Yes, sir... a sweet prick-fucker. . . that's me."
"Fuck faster, Sue!"
Sue humped and pumped, swirled her hips, screwed his hard, long, smooth prick.
"I'm a little goddess-bitch-fucker," she whimpered.
"Yes you are . . . a big-cock-lover . . big-prick-humper."
"Oh, shit, Mr. Madison! I'm gonna cum!" "Are you?"
"Uh, uh, uh, yeahhhhh!" "Little, sweet cheerleader. . . big prick-lover so darling prick-fucker!" "Sir!"
"Goddess bitch!" "Ah, ah, ah . . oh, sir!"
"Hot pants cheerleader . . . good fuckin' cheerleader!"
"I'm cummin'! I'm cummin'!" Sue yelped. She lifted her head back, her face upturned, etched with pleasure, as she bounced spasmodically on Mr. Madison's prick, letting the gratifying buzz of climax blush through her in a wave of ecstasy.
Mr. Madison's cock bulged in a stupendous throb, then spurted hot cum into Sue's pussy.
"Cum, honey!" he cried.
"Yeah," Sue mumbled.
"We're cummin', Sue!"
"Ohhhh, sir!"
"Hot goddess-darling. . . cum, cum, cum!" he whimpered, lifting up, jamming his prick into her cunt, letting his load spray her pussy like a hose.
Sue bumped and humped, holding onto his shoulders with pinching fingers, like a pliers. She rotated on the spitting prick.
Gobs of cum seeped out of her cunny, down onto her thighs.
Mr. Madison shuddered wildly in his chair as he kept shooting off his wad.
They were in fucker's paradise, and Sue wished that the fantastic feeling that, now possessed her would never stop, that it would carry her away in continual rapture.
"Darling, darling!" Mr. Madison murmured. "Oh, Mr. Madison! It feels so good!" Sue mumbled.
A paroxysm of pleasure spread through both of them. The fabulous fuck-cum feeling of exultant joy overwhelmed them.
Sue convulsed, fell forward on top of him. His cock slipped out and spurted hunks of cum. Sue put her head on his shoulder, huffing and puffing for breath.
Mr. Madison stroked her ponytails, kissed her cheek.
"That was a sensational fuck, Sue!" he whispered.
"I just wish it could have lasted forever, Mr. Madison," Sue replied.
"Well, we have time to fuck a lot this evening, but first you must tell me all about what you've learned, how you're doing in the stock market, and the new stock you've found on your own, okay?"
Sue raised her head. She kissed Mr. Madison with a loving teenage slurp, then lifted off him her little skirt dropped.
"Okay!" She smiled.
Chapter Twelve
Sue leaned back against the desk. Cum trickled down her lovely thighs onto her red knee socks. Her beautiful face was flushed with farm girl color from the good fucking she had just had.
Mr. Madison sat in his plush leather chair, still nude, his handsome cock curved over on his thigh, half-hard. Sue gazed at it with admiration. She wondered if she loved Mr. Madison or his lovely cock or both. His was such a juicy, enticing prick.
Mr. Madison saw her gaze of passion. He lifted his prick from his thigh and stroked it slowly.
"So, tell me, what have you learned, my precious darling?"
"Oh, so much, Mr. Madison. I sold DG Display and now I get a six-thousand dollar profit from the original thousand you gave me."
"That's very good, Susan." Mr. Madison said.
His fingers played along the enormous length of his cockstalk, sliding around on the gooey cream that lingered there like shaving lather.
"Tell me what you've learned this week." "Never buy a stock unless the company has a two to one ratio of current assets to current liabilities."
"That's very important, dear." "And how to figure book value of a stock." "Tell me, Susan."
"Well, you figure book value per share of common stock by adding up all the assets, excluding intangibles, subtracting all liabilities and stock issues ahead of the common, then you divide that by the number of shares." "Good, my doll," Mr. Madison said, still playing with his prick, pumping it up to another erection. The cock was long, round, marble-smooth.
"And if you can find a stock selling for below its book value, then that's a bargain you should really consider buying."
"Indeed, darling."
Sue raised her little cheerleading skirt, pulled the pleats up around her waist, showed off her glorious little pussy, stuck her hand between her legs and rubbed the furry muff.
Mr. Madison clutched his big, thick prick in his hand, then slowly jerked on the stalk. Sue rubbed slowly on her muffy, brown pussy.
She leaned back against the desk, legs set apart, ass on the edge, her tiny red skirt up.
"What else have you learned, darling?" "Balance sheets, how they tell you the strength or weakness of the working capital position."
Mr. Madison pumped his prick. "Uh-huh," he mumbled. "And I found a stock on my own."
"Through your own diligent research, dear?"
"Tell me about it."
"It's called Robo Defense Systems."
"Mmmmmm," Mr. Madison said, watching Sue stroke her cunt.
"And they have a strong position, sir. No long-term debt, just went public recently, plenty of working capital and a good product."
Sue's pussy was all wet. Her finger found the silt. She stuck it in and started finger-fucking herself.
Mr. Madison jerk-pumped his big cock. "Tell me more," he said.
"I think they have a strong product, sir." "What is it?"
Sue watched his handsome prick squirt out a gob of cum that spilled down the stalk onto Mr. Madison's knuckles.
"They have a robot soldier, sir. It makes conventional warfare obsolete. You just turn these little robots loose against an invading army and they search them out and kill them with laser beams."
"My, my," said Mr. Madison, picking up speed with his jerking hand.
"They have a proposal at the Pentagon. I think they will be awarded a huge contract, and the stock is selling for only a dollar-fifty a share."
"Goodness, I must buy some myself," Mr. Madison said.
"Jerk that big prick, sir!" Sue blurted.
"I am."
"I know you are, sir, and it looks good." "You look good too, fingerin' your pussy." "Do I?"
"Oh, yes, Susan. . . very good." "Shit, sir, jerk on it."
"I will, if you'll play with your pussy like that."
"I'm gonna play with my pussy until you shoot off all kinds of goo."
"Ah, yeahhhhh!"
"Masturbate it, Mr. Madison."
He pumped faster on his enormous prick. He had a grip on the stalk midway down, and the top half waved and wagged like a whip.
Sue fingered into her cunt harder and faster, found her clit and twiddle-diddled it.
"Masturbate that big prick!" Sue ordered. "Should I go real fast?"
"Yes, Mr. Madison, I wanna see you go like sixty on it!"
He pumped faster, faster, faster. "Oooooffffewwwww, that looks good, sir!" "You do too, honey, finger faster!" "This feels so good!" Sue choked, her whole body trembling, her heart thumping, her thrillometer raging at the boiling point.
"I wanna see your tits," Mr. Madison said. Sue got her sweater up with her free hand, then uncupped her tits, set them up over her black bra so they looked juicy and eager.
"Ah, yes, nice, very nice boobies, dear." "Nice prick, sir!"
"Do you like to see me jerk on it like this, Susan?"
"I love it!"
"I love you, Sue!" he hissed, hotly. "Do you, do you, sir?" "Yes!"
"I think I love you too!"
"Oh, shit, baby... fuck your pussy with your finger!"
"Fuck your fist, Mr. Madison!" They were masturbators in love. "Are you gonna shoot, sir?" "Yes!"
"I wanna see it squirt stuff." "I wanna see you cum, Sue." "Let's cum together at the same time, okay?" Sue urged.
"Yes, let's!" "Now, sir?" "Now, Sue!"
His hand flagged and wagged on his cock in a hot jack-blur. Sue's hand fanned her pussy.
His cock enlarged and he blew out a thick load of cum. A huge splotch flew through the air and splashed on Sue's hand.
"Shit!" she cried. "You're squirtin'!" "Honey, baby!"
"Keep squirtin', Mr. Madison!" "Are you cummin'?" "Yes, right.. ...... now!" Sue yelled.
Mr. Madison's cock let lose a blowout of cum. Sue felt the wondrous wave of climax. She diddled her clitty, and Mr. Madison jerked savagely on his cock, letting his load spray out at Sue.
"Keep squirtin', dammit!" Sue exclaimed.
"Keep cummin', Sue!"
Her singular beauty was radiant. Her face was flushed with passion and electric ecstasy. She shuddered. Satisfaction poured through her like slow honey.
Mr. Madison pounded his prick and kept shooting heaps of cream that sprayed high in the air, hit Sue, splashed on her thighs, her socks, her shoes, all over the carpet.
"I love it!" Sue sobbed. "I absolutely love it, Mr. Madison!"
Chapter Thirteen
Sue and Mr. Madison finished their act of love and admiration.
Sue let her skirt drop. Mr. Madison slipped his shorts back on.
"I have a surprise for you, Sue," he said. "What's that, Mr. Madison." "How would you like to be my steady girl?" "But you're married, sir." "That doesn't mean anything." "Steady girl? What do you mean?"
Mr. Madison pulled out a contract from his desk.
"I have here, Susan, a personal services contract, a five-year pact that I hope will be agreeable with you."
"A what, sir?"
"A contract that guarantees you a thousand dollars a week for the next five years."
Sue was flabbergasted. Shock registered on her pretty, young face.
"What?" she gasped.
"A contract, darling. It says you work for me and only me."
"How much was that?" Sue asked. "One thousand a week." "Sir, jeez!"
Mr. Madison flashed her his brilliant smile. "Are you interested, Susan?" "Oh, sure, Mr. Madison, sure. What kinda work?"
He smiled again. He stood up from his desk and stuck his hand up under Sue's tiny, pleated skirt. His fingers searched the gooey, hairy warmth of her teen-queen cunt.
He slushed a finger in her slit.
"Work I think you'll enjoy, Susan. Like learning more and more, researching stocks, like you did with the Robo stock, becoming a... a... shall I say, a fucking financial advisor?"
His finger jigged in and out of her pussy. Sue was breathless.
She looked up into his handsome, masculine face, then glanced down, saw his cock pop out of his shorts on a huge, curved erection.
"Oh, shit, gawwwwwd!" she whimpered, her breath hot, her voice trembling. "A fucking financial advisor?"
"I thought you might like it?"
"I do, and I'll work hard, sir. I'll learn all there is to learn. I'll spend hours finding stocks that will make us money, and then I'll fuck you and stuff too. Is that it?"
"Precisely, my darling."
"Your prick's all hard again and stuff."
"And your sweet cunt is juicy as I've ever felt it, Susan."
"I'll sign," Sue said. "Good."
Mr. Madison kissed her. His finger slid in and out of her cunt. Sue swizzled her hand in twisting pushes and pulls on his giant prick.
"Shall we sign the contract?" he whispered. "Yes," Sue replied.
He pulled his finger out of her pussy and took the contract and laid it on the desk.
"You turn around and bend over, Sue. Sign it real slow and I'll fuck you from behind while you sign it. Is that okay with you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Kind of seal our pact with a good fuck." "Yes, sure. Seal it with a good fuck, Mr. Madison.
He handed Sue a pen. She turned and bent over the contract.
Mr. Madison humped down behind her and pushed his long prick stick through her thighs, rubbing the top of the stalk on her pussy.
Sue reached between he legs and cupped the cockhead, bent it backwards, then screwed down on it and took him into her sopping pussy.
"Ah, yeahhhhhh!" she sighed.
He began a slow rocking, a fine fucking pump behind her.
"Oooooh, shhhheeeez, Mr. Madison, that feels good in there!"
"I know it does, darling," he said, reaching around her, cupping her beautiful tits.
He humped and pumped very slowly, his prick slick and creamy in its fuck-slide.
Sue started to sign the contract.
She put down a big S. then wagged her ass back at Mr. Madison.
"Fuck me," she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Are you signing the contract?" he asked. "Yes!" Sue huffed, writing a big U. She swirled her hips. He punched more of his long cock into her cunt.
"I love to fuck!" Sue exclaimed. "I love you, Mr. Madison!"
"And I love you too, darling, and my contract is my offering of devotion."
Sue finished signing Susan on the contract. Mr. Madison fucked her harder, faster. She had to stop for a moment, get some balance, plant her, feet more firmly so she could take the glide of the man's cock..
"I'm gonna make you so happy, Mr. Madison," Sue panted, signing the contract with a P.
"I know you will, Susan. You already do. You make me happy right now the way you're lettin' me fuck you, the way you're movin' your ass for me. You're fabulous!"
"I'm signing, sir," Sue whispered, forming an 0 with the pen, bumping back at his slishing prick.
"Sign it."
Sue signed in Susan Powers, then dropped the pen, put her hands on the edge of the desk and swirled her ass in sweet semi-circles.
Sue was totaling the contract up in her head, A quarter of a million dollars is what it's worth, she thought.
"Oh, shit, Mr. Madison! Fuck me.. really fuck me! I wanna fuck good!" she cried.
"I know you do. You're my fucking financial advisor for the next five years."
"Put me on top of your desk, sir, and fuck me. But you better sign the contract too, huh?"
Mr. Madison pulled back, took his prick out, and bent over the contract. He inked in with his signature and signed both copies.
"You have to sign one more, Susan," he said. Sue signed, then he lifted her up onto his desk. She lay back and pulled up her skirt. Mr. Madison mounted the desk, hovered over Sue. He pushed down. She clutched at his cock, grabbed it, and shoved the big prick in.
"Now, now we're fuckin'!" Sue said.
Mr. Madison pumped up and down. His balls hit her ass, slapped the desk.
Sue opened her legs wide, stuck them up in the air, then horse-shoed them around Mr. Madison.
Her ponytails swished on Mr. Madison's desk. He slid a hand under her bouncing ass, fingered up into her hairy asshole.
"Ah, oh!" Sue gulped.. . . "Up my ass. . .hey! You're up my ass, too!"
"You sweet fucker!" Mr. Madison chirped.
He pumped and humped on top of her. Sue wiggled and writhed under him, bouncing wildly, squeezing her legs tighter around his hard body.
He scaled her red mouth with a sweet kiss, and they fucked harder and faster, really getting into a sweet screwing, a fine fucking.
"You don't think I'm too old for you, huh?" Mr. Madison whispered.
"Oh, no, sir. I like it that you're older. I love it that you are a real man."
"We're gonna make a great stock market team, Susan," he panted.
"Yeahhhh!" she shouted. "I'm your fuckin' financial advisor now ... and don't you ever forget it, goddammit!"
"Darling!" he whimpered.- "You better not ever forget it!" "I won't, Sue! I won't!" "You better not, dammit!"
"Never!"
"And you better fuck me when I want to fuck!"
"Oh yes!"
"Well, fuck me then, dammit!" Sue chirped. "I'm tryin'!"
"And I'm gonna run your fuckin' business!" Sue challenged.
"I know you are. You'll end up with everything."
"You better put that in your will, Mr. Madison."
"You promise?"
"I promise," Mr. Madison gulped.
He was pumping like a wild, insane, retarded sex pervert now. His big cock was sliding in a curved hard-on into Sue's tight cunny.
She reached around and hooked a finger up his ass.
"Now we're fuckin' each other's asshole, too," Sue whispered.
"You goddess! You wonderful darling!" the man moaned, his voice full of emotion, trembling.
They looked fabulous. Man and cheerleader on the desk, high above the city, fucking like fuckers should fuck, humping like lovers should hump. His ass bumped up and down. Sue fingered his shithole. He fingered hers.
Sue's little knee-socked legs were wrapped tightly around him. She bounced up and down on his desk to meet his manly thrusts.
"I'm your fuckin' goddess!" Sue exclaimed. "You got that right!"
"Your fucker!"
"My goddess fucker!"
Sue and Mr. Madison were fucking now like no two people had ever fucked in the world history of fuckdom.
This is what fucking is all about, Sue thought, feeling good, talkin' to each other, being ravished by the titillating tickle of desire.
"Now, Sue! Let's cum!" "Okay!" Sue yelled back. "Now!"
"Okay. I said, okay! Dammit, I said let's cum. I'm ready, Mr. Madison,
"Ahhhhh, ah!" he huffed, his voice low, guttural, like an animal, as his cock poured forth a frothing slush of cream that sprayed Sue's cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, cum, sir!"
And then the climactic delight of orgasm gripped Sue.
"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Fuck me, you dirty guy!"
"I love you, Susan!"
"I know that, Mr. Madison.. . just don't stop fuckin'!" Sue yelped, yielding to her orgasm.
They fucked it off on the desk, scaling their love with an interchange of slushy cum, their signatures already inked to a contract that would not only please both of them in the years to come, but change their lives for the better.
