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Archive name: susie2.txt (M/f-teen, school, ped)
Authors name: THE TEXT MASTER
Story title : SUSIE'S ADVENTURES
PART 2 OF 8
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Something inside the little man's mind snapped, some
bond of restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young
peasant who had wooed and won the prettiest girl in his
village. With a groan of anguished pleasure he pulled back
and began to drive his great pole into Susie's
welcoming cunt, sinking right to the balls each time. His
energy and strength amazed the young girl, and she exploded
into climax after climax as he pounded his prick into her.
He was muttering in Italian as his giant cock spoke to her
happy pussy in the international language of fucking.
Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her
and began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep,
so deep that she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson's
juices still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then
the old man collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing
into her sweaty titties. Susie held him gently until his
breathing calmed, murmuring her appreciation in his ear.
"Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock
filled me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I
just want to do it over and over again with you. I hope
you'll let me, Mr. Mascalla."
The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Susie gently
rolled him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick
his shrinking cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and
greedily sucking up the last few drops of gism that still
oozed from its tip.
"Miss Susie, I . . ."
"No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was
wonderful. You did me such a big favor. I hope it was as
nice for you."
She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim
light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in
bewildered admiration as she dressed.
As she started to pull on her panties, she had second
thoughts. They would only get in the way, she said to
herself. For a long time her mother had been surprised at
how quickly Susie's panties seemed to disappear from the
lingerie drawer. Whenever she could, Susie liked to go
without them, and she didn't always remember to stuff them
into her purse or pocket when she took them off. And often
she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs. This she did
now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla's lovely prick before
she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back
again soon to see this dear little old man with the big
prick, but now she was looking for other adventures before
she had to be home for supper.
Susie reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's
variety store before he closed. Pop carried everything in
his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Susie had an
agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she
needed them to appease her mother's curiosity. Pop had even
ordered in a whole gross of Susie's brand of panties
especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.
While a happy and satisfied Susie climbed the stairs
from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.
"Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson.
Marcella's gone off and just dropped everything. I almost
killed myself on the damn thing. Have you seen him
anywhere?"
"The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs."
"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my
mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the
Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go
along, Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for
him. Have a good night."
"Good night, sir."
Susie easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson
and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Susie was worried.
She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor
half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want
anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had
just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal
who had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to
handle him.
The vice-principal started down the stairs with the
abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught
sight of Susie.
"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"
"No sir, Mr. Cummings."
"Oh, it's you, Miss Morton. I didn't recognize you."
His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over
his shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.
"Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's
about last week."
George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered
last week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking
himself for having been so indiscreet, or relishing the
memory of what had happened in his office. Susie had come
to see him for some reason he couldn't remember and
somehow--he still wasn't sure exactly how it had happened--
he had soon found himself with his cock inside the young
girl, screwing her on his desk. Though often tempted, it
was the first time he had ever succumbed to the
seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was
constantly surrounded.
But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as
Susie. He had never seen anything like her combination of
girlish innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really
worried. What did she have to say to him? She couldn't be
pregnant; it was much too early to know that. Maybe she had
told her parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to
keep quiet about it. You never could tell with these little
bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at
the thought. He stood still with countless nameless fears
running through his head, and a current of sexual energy
through his body.
Susie continued up the stairs until she was standing
just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his
crotch level. For the third time in little more than half
an hour she reached out and squeezed a man's prick through
his pants.
"I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again."
Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His
cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at
discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try
to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his
colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously,
afraid that someone might see or hear. Susie squeezed again
at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had
felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just
like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was
holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned
abruptly, still holding onto the broom.
"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my
office!"
Susie contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything
had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time
being and she was going to get fucked again.
As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-
principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her.
Susie squirmed away. She didn't even like the man--he was
the school disciplinarian--so she was certainly not going to
kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss
it. Besides, she wanted to tease him a bit.
"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss
it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr.
Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait."
"Don't worry, you little cunt. You'll see it soon enough,
and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want
more?"
"I always want more, Mr. Cummings," said Susie sweetly
and truthfully.
Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes,
slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his
trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell
again. While she watched him struggle, Susie sat calmly in
his chair, behind the desk where he had screwed her the week
before. She threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving
him a perfect view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen
from Mr. Mascalla's fucking. The sight made it even more
difficult for him.
"Shit! You're really going to get it, you little
bitch!"
Idly, almost casually, Susie reached out and grabbed the
broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when
they came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the
process, until it lay in front of her. Then slowly,
deliberately, she pulled the end of the handle to her
gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down until it to shone with
her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into her bottomless
pussy.
"Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your
cock in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock
is even harder than this. I just know I'll love it."
Cummings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this
fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself
with a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny,
fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an
incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be
coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally
stripped off his pants.
Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff
prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as
long and thin as Susie had remembered, and the sight of her
fucking her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought
him to a state of excitement he hadn't known for years.
"Come here, Sir. Let me taste it."
"Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck
it! Suck my cock!"
Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding
the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to
stop fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom
handle, straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both
of Susie's hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she
just smiled and pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair
and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock towards her
mouth. Susie eagerly opened her lips to suck it in, licking
and caressing it with her tongue until she was sure it was
as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom handle.
Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at the
vice-principal's hips and pull his prick even further into
her throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs,
still caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of
gravity and her clenching muscles pushed it out of her and
it clattered to the floor. As it fell Susie suddenly pulled
back her head from his engorged prong.
"Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck
my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard."
"O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there
where I can get at it."
Susie quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge
of the big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the
wildly aroused vice-principal. In a moment he was doing
just what she asked for, sinking his long pole deep into her
pussy, still slippery and quivering from the effects of the
broom and the copious juices the little janitor had
deposited there. But it was not exactly what she wanted.
"No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place. I want
to feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum,
please!"
"Fuck!" cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock
buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny opening of
her asshole just above it. He didn't believe it. This
little cunt wanted him to screw her in the ass. He had
never done such a thing, though he had often imagined it as
he watched the young students in their tight jeans; and he
had once tried it with his wife but it had hurt both of them
too much. But Susie! Susie's delicious ass! The very idea
made his cock jump deep inside her cunt. It would tear her
apart. Feeling his cock throb with renewed excitement Susie
began to fear that he might come in her pussy before she got
what she wanted.
"Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, fuck my ass!"
"Damn fucking right, I'll fuck your ass, you little
cock-teaser. And you won't be able to sit down for a
month!"
The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to
take forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It
took a real effort of will on his part to pull it that last
couple of inches so that it popped out into the air again.
Even Susie moaned in involuntary distress. But her moans
turned to sighs of contentment as she felt him awkwardly
placing the head of his cock at the wrinkled brown entrance
to her intestines. He couldn't believe it would go in
there, it seemed so tiny and tight, but something was
driving him to try.
"Oh my yes! That's it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!"
"Fuck!" he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not
caring what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone
with lust to consider the consequences. His cock-head
pressed painfully against her tight little opening, sliding
away along the sweaty crack. "How do you like that, you
little bitch?"
"Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push
hard, Sir. Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!"
Something inside him wanted to punish this little girl
for putting him in this position. Something else in him
just wanted to bury his cock as far into her ass as it would
go. He held his shaft in position and shoved forward,
feeling the knob of his cock flatten painfully against the
tiny opening. But Susie squirmed her ass and pushed back at
the same time with such force that before he quite knew what
had happened, his long cock was sunk half-way into her ass
and he could feel the tight hot sheath squeezing down on
him.
He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he
pulled back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help
him thrust. In a few seconds he was completely buried in
her, the firm round cheeks of her ass pressed against his
belly. Frantically he pulled his shirt aside so he could
feel her flesh on his. Then he began sawing in and out of
her with great, driving strokes, overwhelmed by the
tightness and the heat and the strength with which Susie
clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the
very idea of what he was doing.
Susie squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of
that long rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her
ass muscles, gasping in delight as he drove into her over
and over again. It was so good. It was always so good when
she had a cock in her, no matter where. She came with a
series of small explosions that made her asshole clutch
convulsively at the cock that filled it. Cummings was so
incredibly excited, and Susie's ass was much too tight, for
him to last long, and in less than two minutes he collapsed
panting onto her back. His weight pressed her titties
cruelly against his desk as his cock throbbed and squirted
its load deep into her bowels. Susie moaned and came again
as she felt him shoot, then she gently squeezed his
shrinking cock in gratitude.
When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings
looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk,
at the round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained
and streaked cock. He couldn't believe it; it couldn't have
happened. But he was even more shocked and incredulous when
the young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him,
reaching out for his now limp prick. Then she fell to her
knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock.
"Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so
good. Your cock fit so nice in my behind. But it got all
dirty there, so I'm going to clean it off."
"Shit, girl! You can't! What the fuck? It's . . .
that's filthy!"
"I know. That's why I like it so much!"
And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion
at the thought, he could not resist. Susie licked avidly at
his cock, searching out every speck of flavor, taking it
inside her warm mouth again and washing it with her tongue.
And while she sucked and licked she spoke to him, and in
those few minutes she made him realize that she would love
to let him drive his long prick into her asshole, cunt, or
mouth again, but that Mr. Mascalla was her very dear friend,
and if he lost his job she would be so sad that she might
not want to fuck the vice-principal again, ever.
A shaken Mr. Cummings slowly pulled on his trousers
again as Susie bounced out of his office, her bare ass
flashing under her short skirt. Susie continued on out of
the school. Temporarily, at least, her itches had been
scratched. Besides, she was sure that there was no one else
left in the building. It had been a nice end to her school
day. Now she had to stop by Pop's to pick up a spare pair
of panties to replace the ones she had left in the boiler-
room. Not that she would put them on, though; it was still
a long walk home, and who knew how many nice cocks she might
run into--or have run into her--on the way.
CONTINUED IN PART 3...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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