TITLE: Suzie's Life
AUTHOR: Suzanne Waters
PART: A Day At School
KEYWORDS: Mf Fil Sed

                              SUZIE'S LIFE
                            A DAY AT SCHOOL
 
           Copyright (c) 2000  Suzanne Waters.  ALL Rights Reserved.

I didn't get to speak to Becky until the mid morning break.  I was at
my locker when she came by.  Her eyes told me she was bursting with 
some kind of news.

"Hi", she said.  "Guess what!"

"What?", I asked, following the formula.

"My uncle Len is coming to visit for two weeks!"  She was bouncing up 
and down on the balls of her feet with excitement.  I could see her 
breasts moving under her blouse.  My titties don't bounce yet, they're
too small.  I expect they'll get there eventually though.  Mom says she
was slower than either Aunt Bonnie or Aunt Josie.  Today they all have 
"great racks".  At least, that's what my Dad says.

"Is he your Dad's brother?", I asked.

"No, Mom's", she said.  "He's great!  And, Donna, you should see his 
cock!  Remember I told you how my Dad's cock curves up?  Well, Uncle 
Len's cock is a lot longer than Dad's.  Thinner and longer and even 
more curved.  When it goes in, it rubs all the way along the top of 
your pussy inside.  It doesn't stretch you the way a thicker cock does 
but it fills you up a different way."

"When's he coming?" I asked.

"Friday", she said.

"Do you think I could get to see his cock?", I asked.

Becky laughed.  "He'd show it to you in a minute, if you asked and he 
knew it was OK with your folks."

There it was again.  Becky was fucking her Dad and her brother.  My 
sister and I both fuck our Dad.  We also fuck our Granddad who lives 
with us since Grammy died.  We don't know what our parents will say 
about fucking outside the family.  I know from the way that Daddy 
looks at Becky sometimes that he sure thinks about fucking her.  
Neither set of parents knows about what is happening in their neighbor's 
homes.  Becky and I have decided to tell our parents on the same day.  
We just haven't picked a day yet.  Her Uncle Len's visit might just be 
the ideal time.

"Come over to my house after school", Becky suggested.  "I just had an 
idea.  Maybe we can work something out."

"OK", I said as the bell rang and we scooted across the hall into class 
just as Miss Wilkins was closing the door.  All through History I 
speculated on what little gem Becky would come up with.

Last class in the morning is Science with Mr. Cromwell.  The girls in 
the class have figured he must be 35.  He's good looking for an older 
man.  Not as good looking as Dad, of course, but then, I'm in love with 
my Dad so I'm probably biased.

Mr. Cromwell is always trying to catch a look down some girl's blouse 
when he's helping her at her seat or up her skirt when he's sitting at 
his desk.

The first half of the period was a test.  After handing out the papers,
Mr. Cromwell returned to his desk.  I pulled my skirt up a bit and
shifted in my seat.  That way, when Mr. Cromwell sat down he would get
a good view when I spread my knees.  Every time he looked up from his 
work to check the class, my legs were a little further apart.  

I could tell Mr. Cromwell was checking me out too.  The time he spent 
reading got shorter and shorter and he spent more time looking over the
class.  After a few minutes of this he closed his book and just rested
his elbows on the desk.

I spread my knees the last little bit to draw his attention and then
looked up right into his eyes.  I smiled and slowly scratched the
inside of my left thigh.  Mr. Cromwell looked away for a second but
then his eyes were back.  I kept my knees apart and started gently
rocking forward and back on my seat.  I know this pulls my panties up
into my crack and I knew Mr. Cromwell could see that. I looked up
again and we looked at each other.  I smiled and stuck my pencil in my
mouth to suck on it.  I could tell Mr. Cromwell understood because he
nodded ever so slightly and then announced the time was up.

The rest of the period was taken up with a demonstration of how heat 
and cold make metals expand and contract.  When the bell rang to signal 
the end of the period, Mr. Cromwell assigned the reading for the next
class and asked for a volunteer to help put the equipment away.  I put
my hand up and, of course, he picked me.

While the rest of the class scrambled out to go down to the cafeteria,
I opend the door to the store room and started putting stuff away.  As
soon as the class was empty, Mr. Cromwell closed the door and began
helping me cary the rest of the stuff.

We were putting the last pieces up on the shelf when Mr. Cromwell said,
"You're looking very good today, Suzie."

"Thank you, Sir ...", I said.  Then I took the plunge.  "... I wore it
for you to see." As I said that I stepped away and did a twirl on my
toes.

"Very pretty", Mr. Cromwell said.  "You're growing up fast."

I pulled my blouse tight and stuck out my chest.  "Not very much yet",
I said "Not fast enough for me.  I wish I had breasts like Becky"

"I think you look fine", he said.  "Would you like to show me your
breasts?"

I stood there for a second and then I nodded my head.  One quick nod.

"Open your blouse", he said and I felt my fingers moving over my
buttons while I looked into his eyes.

"Come here", he said and I felt my feet moving.  When I was standing
right in front of him he lifted my bra up on either side and I felt
the cool air hit my nipples.  Only for a second though, because at once
my chest was covered by his hands which were squeezing and rubbing.

I looked down at the front of his pants at the bulge that was growing 
there.  I put my hand up and squeezed the lump behind his zipper.

"So sweet", he said.  "Do you know what that is?", he asked.

I nodded.

"What is it?", he asked.

"Your thing", I said.  I know what its called, I just didn't want to 
appear too well informed.  He fell for it.

"Its called a 'cock' or a 'prick'", he said in his teacherly voice.

"Would you like to see it?", he asked as he gently pinched my nipples.

I nodded my head quickly and didn't do anything.

"Reach in and take it out of my pants.", Mr. Cromwell ordered.

After pulling down his zipper, I spread his fly open.  Daddy and 
Grandpa wear boxer shorts.  What Mr. Cromwell was wearing was diferent.
I guessed they were what is called 'briefs'.  Anyway, the slit in the
front worked about the same so I was able to reach in and pull his
cock out.

Mr. Cromwell has a nice cock.  My hand just barely fit around it.  He
does not have a foreskin like Daddy and Grandpa so his cock looked a
bit naked.  Usually I begin by pulling the skin back to let the head
out for kissing or sucking.  Here I was not sure just what to do so I
just held it and squeezed a bit.

After only a second or two, Mr. Cromwell pulled back and his cock
slipped out of my hand.  Saying, "Stand still", Mr. Cromell got down on
both his knees and then pulled me close to him.  His mouth came just 
about even with my budding titties.  In a flash he had one covered with 
his hand and one sucked into his mouth.

His other hand, which he had used to pull me toward him, now dropped down
to the back of my knees and began moving up the back and inside of my thigh.
When his fingers reached my panty-covered bum, Mr. Cromwell took his lips
off my titty long enough to say, "Move your feet apart, sweetie".

I did as he wanted and right away I could feel his fingers sliding back and
forth along the length of my panty crotch.  Quick as a flash the fingers
pulled the material aside and I felt them spreading my pussy lips as they
slid into me.  I made a deep sound in my throat and began rocking my hips
forward and back to stir the fingers about in my cunny.

All this time Mr. Cromwell had been breathing through his nose.  I could
hear his breaths getting faster and deeper.  Suddenly he pulled his hand
out of my panties and leaned back away from my chest.  As I said, "Ohhh"
in disapointment to be left feeling empty and uncovered, my teacher put
the fingers that had been in my pussy into his mouth.  

As he sucked the juice off his fingers I watched the expression on his face.
"Mmmmm", he said.  "You taste good."  As he continued to roll the taste of 
his fingers around in his mouth, his expression changed for a moment and
then cleared. 

I smiled because I realized that he was tasting my juice and also what 
little of my Daddy's morning cum had been left by my sister after she
cleaned me out on the way to school.  He mistook my smile to mean I was
glad he thought I tasted good and he smiled at me.  That made me laugh
inside.

"Would you like to taste me?", he asked.  I nodded my head, never taking
my eyes off his.  As he got back to his feet he said, "Kneel down, dear"

As I knelt I looked up at his cock which he was holding in his hand and 
stroking from the head back to where the hairs were peeking out of his
underwear.

"Open your mouth, sweetie", he commanded and continued, "I want you to
suck gently just on the tip.  OK?"  I opend my mouth and leaned closer 
while I nodded my head.

I have been sucking cocks (and other things) for so long I can not remeber
the first time.  In one of my earliest memories I can see my Mom sucking
on a cock, most probably Daddy's, and then pulling it out of her mouth to
offer it to me.  I know that while I was still learning how to do it properly
she would often bring Daddy or whoever very close to cumming and then let me 
take over to suck the actual sperm out when the climax occurred.  As a
result, I could have deep-throated Mr. Cromwell right down but I did not
want to spoil his illusion that he was teaching a beginner.

As I tentatively closed my lips around the big head of his cock, my teacher
bent his knees a bit and put one hand beghind my head to pull my face closer.

"Hmmmm", he said, "So sweet!  That's it.  Now slowly take more and more into
your mouth".  With gentle pressure on the back of my head he slowly pushed
about the first third of his cock past my lips.

"That's it!", he said, "Now rub the under side with your tongue.  Side to
side".

As I complied and started to move my head back and forth to help him fuck
my face I heard his breath getting shorter and felt his fingers curling up
in my hair.

He was making "Huh!, Huh!" noises with his mouth hanging open as I felt
his cock-head beginning to swell.  I sat back on my heels and let his cock
spring free from my mouth.  I quickly grabed his shaft in my hand and pumped
up and down the length.

He grabbed for my head with both hands but it was too late.  His cock began
to throb in my hand.  I moved back in close and pointed his spurting cock at
my chest.  Every time my hand moved up to the base his cock-head swelled up
for a second and his sprem shot out of the little hole in the end.

There really wasn't very much.  About what Daddy produces after only only a short
rest from cuming with Mom or my sister.  It lay streaked across my chest.  One
strand actually went almost from one nipple over to the other.

After his cock stopped throbbing and started to shrink away, I still held it in
my hand.  Mom says men's cock-heads are tender and sensitive after they come and 
that one should not just let them flop around.  After a bit, when I thought it was
safe, I held his softening cock by the shaft and rubbed his sperm all over my
budding breasts.  I looked up and saw that he was smiling.

After a second, I stood up and started to tuck Mr. Cromwell's dick back into
his pants.  He pulled his hips back, forcing me to let go.  "I'll do that", he
said.  "You are a sweet and clever girl, Suzie" he added, "I think you can
look forward to a very good result on today's test."

I smiled and said "Thank you, Sir" while I rubbed his cum into my skin until
there was nothing left.  I tucked my blouse back into my waiste band and ran 
my fingers through the crotch of my panties to settle the elastic leg bands 
back where they belonged.

As we left the store room back into the classroom, he said "I really 
appriciate what you did for me in there, Donna.  I think you learned 
something this morning."

I said, "Yes, I did, Sir.  Could you teach me more some other time?"

As he held the door for me to walk into the hall, my teacher smiled and
said, "Surely.  Next week we will have lots more equipment to put away"

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Sir" and then ran off toward the caferteria
in search of Becky.  Boy did I have news for her!!!


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