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Archive name: susie5.txt (M+/f-teen, school, ped)
Authors name: THE TEXT MASTER
Story title : SUSIE'S ADVENTURES
PART 5 OF 8
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Susie whistled gaily as she walked down the street. Her
hips swung in an instinctive fucking rhythm that no man
could ignore. Many of those who turned to follow her
tantalizing ass were rewarded with a glimpse of gleaming
white flesh as her short skirt was caught by a passing
breeze.
The aftertaste of come was still strong in her mouth and
Susie relished it. But the male juices she had swallowed
had only satisfied one very special kind of thirst; all her
activity had generated another. So, when she passed the
Deluxe Luncheonette and old Mrs. Vastos waved to her through
the window, Susie decided to stop for a soft drink. She
hadn't been in the restaurant for a long time and wanted to
say hello to the elderly Greek couple who ran it.
"Hi, Mrs. Vastos! Hi, Mr. Vastos! How are you?"
"Why, Miss Susie! Hello! Long time you no come here."
"Oh, I've been very busy. Starting Junior High and
all." The "all" was, of course, sex. Since her
introduction to it that summer, Susie had had to forego many
of her old habits and activities. One of them had been
stopping in at the Deluxe after school. Now she did other
things after school.
"You in Junior High already? My, you grow up fast. You
look real good, too, Miss Susie. Theo, come see. Here Miss
Susie to say hello."
"I just dropped in for a coke."
"A coke. O.K. You sit down. Theo, take Miss Susie a
coke."
Susie sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. The
vinyl banquette felt cold and sticky on her bare skin. She
tried to spread her skirt demurely over her knees. Theo
Vastos brought the drink she had ordered. He was Mrs.
Vastos's husband. Both of them were in their seventies.
The restaurant was mainly run by their sons, but at least
part of every day, when business was slow, Mrs. Vastos sat
behind the cash register and Mr. Vastos wiped half-heartedly
at the tables.
After he set the coke down, Theo Vastos stopped to chat
with her in his careful but awkward and limited English. He
made Susie think of Mr. Marcella, the school janitor, which
brought immediately to her mind the janitor's immense and
still vigorous cock, despite its age. The memory of how he
had fucked her in the boiler-room just an hour before
started up a new itch in her pussy and she automatically
looked down at Mr. Vastos's crotch. She was surprised at
what she saw.
"Why Mr. Vastos, your fly is undone. Your zipper."
The old man looked down in confusion. He had indeed
forgot to do up his fly when he last came from the toilet.
It was so hard to remember everything these days. Hastily
he tried to pull it up, but in his hurry he somehow got it
stuck. His pulling and tugging only made things worse.
"It's stuck, Mr. Vastos. Don't pull so hard. Here, let
me see if I can fix it."
Susie bent forward, her face only inches from the old
man's open fly, and pushed and pulled at the zipper to no
avail. Despite her extensive experience with men's zippers,
she could not make it move.
But something else did move. Susie became aware of
movement inside the old man's pants. Her hands were already
at his open fly, and nothing in the world could have stopped
them from slipping inside on a voyage of discovery. It was
madness, here in the restaurant with his wife just a few
feet away. However, Mr. Vastos was standing with his back
to the cash-register, facing Susie, and no one else could
see exactly what was happening.
Susie's hands found and instinctively began fondling the
Told man's hidden cock. Mr. Vastos was silent. She was
surprised that he accepted her actions so naturally,
surprised and delighted. The restaurant was empty and Susie
was not used to stopping once she got a cock in her hands.
Carefully she extricated the twitching organ from its
confines and pulled it out into the open. Mr. Vastos's cock
was the youngest thing about him. Susie marveled at its
soft, fresh skin, and its rapidly growing length and
hardness as she caressed it with her gentle but knowing
hands. She looked up at the old man and whispered, hoping
his wife could not hear:
"Oh, Mr. Vastos! It's so nice. I hope you don't mind
but I just had to see it. I couldn't help it."
She had eyes only for that lovely thing, and she was
about to lean forward and kiss it when her reverie was
rudely interrupted.
"Papa! What you take so long for? You bothering Miss
Susie?"
It was Mrs. Vastos. She had left her cash-register and
was hobbling painfully on her arthritis-ridden legs towards
the back of the restaurant. Susie frantically tried to push
the old man's prick back into his pants, but her caresses
had had their effect and it was now too long, too hard. Mr.
Vastos didn't seem to be worried that his wife might
discover him like this, his cock poking out of his pants
right in front of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl.
"Oh! So that what going on. But maybe Susie no like.
You ask her first, Theo?"
"My zipper, Mama. My zipper stuck. Won't go up. Miss
Susie help."
"Funny helping. Zipper no go up but something else do.
So, you like, Susie? I thought so all the time, but you so
young I wonder. Me, I like too when I your age. My Theo, he
have nice schlong, you no think?"
Susie had never heard the word "schlong" before, but she
knew exactly what Mrs. Vastos was talking about. Once she
got over her amazement she stopped trying to hide the
wonderful tool, but she felt she should at least let go of
it. Mrs. Vastos had a very unusual attitude but Susie
didn't know how far it would extend. Looking was one thing,
touching might be quite another. The old man's long,
youthful cock stood there, poking straight out from his fly,
and all three of them looked at it with admiration.
"You're not angry then, Mrs. Vastos? I mean me touching
your husband. It was me who did it, not Mr. Vastos. It was
all my fault."
"Fault, schmalt. No fault. Theo really proud of his
schlong. Like to show it to the girls. But that's nothing.
You should see our sons. Great big. Like this."
Mrs. Vastos stretched her hands several feet apart.
Susie knew she was exaggerating, but just the thought of two
sons with pricks even bigger than their father's was enough
to make her pussy Tache with sudden want.
"It's a very nice prick, uh, I mean schlong. You have
every right to be proud, Mr. Vastos. At your age, too."
"Poor Theo. He stuck with it now. I no bother with
that stuff any more, but Theo, he still like it."
Mr. Vastos looked imploringly at Susie, then down at his
slightly wilting erection. She reached out tentatively and
touched his cock. His wife said nothing. Emboldened, Susie
wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it throb against her
hand. Then she started moving her hand up and down its
length. She looked over at Mrs. Vastos who was smiling
happily as she watched Susie's fingers move on her husband's
cock.
"Is it all right, Mrs. Vastos? I can't help it, it's so
nice. I just have to touch it."
"Sure, Miss Susie. You go right ahead. I remember what
it used to be like. It long time since Theo have any fun
like that."
"Ah, yes, nice, nice, Miss Susie. Oh yes! Since
Anastasia gone, no more," the old man sighed.
While continuing to pump his hard prick Susie looked
inquiringly at Mrs. Vastos.
"Anastasia. She our daughter. Long time she used to
play with Theo's schlong. Then she get married, but she
still come back see us sometime and play with schlong. Now
she have little girl and not come so much. Poor Theo! He
not come much neither no more." Mrs. Vastos laughed
heartily at her own joke and even Susie had to smile. "You
make him come, Miss Susie? It been long time for him. I
get towel. No one in restaurant now. Anyway, I close."
Susie pumped steadily, her head awhirl with all she had
heard. Her mouth watered at the sight of the old man's
glowing cockhead above her fist. It was getting ready to
shoot, she could tell. It would be such a waste to spill it
all into a towel.
"Mrs. Vastos . . . is it all right . . . I mean . . .
can I use my mouth? Then you won't need a towel."
"Oh, Susie! You like do that? Me too, long time ago.
Not now. Not even Anastasia do that. I watch. You go
head."
And Susie gladly went "head". Her luscious lips swooped
down over the tip of Mr. Vastos's cock and began to suck.
Mrs. Vastos clapped her hands in glee. Susie's hands
continued to pump up and down on the long shaft while her
mouth engulfed the head. She swept her tongue over the
crown, tasting the first drops of fluid that were beginning
to leak out.
"Oh, Miss Susie! Susie! Oh, good, good, good! More
than 'tasia."
The old man babbled in a mixture of Greek and English.
Susie didn't always understand what he was saying, but she
certainly understood what his cock was saying to her mouth.
Unwrapping her fingers from his cock-shaft, she clutched at
his frail hips and pulled him towards her until his prick
was pushing deep into her throat. Then she pushed him
slowly back, keeping her lips locked on his throbbing shaft.
When she pulled him back into her, swallowing an extra inch
of cock this time, he quickly understood what she wanted and
began thrusting in and out of her mouth in long gentle
strokes while his wife watched and beamed her approval.
Even though she wasn't interested in "that" anymore, she was
pleased to see that her husband's "schlong" could still
appeal to even such a young and sexy girl as Susie. It made
her remember that she hadn't been much older than thirteen
when she married him.
Mrs. Vastos watched happily as her seventy-five year old
husband pumped his cock, his schlong, between the clinging
lips of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl in broad daylight,
almost in the middle of their family restaurant. She was
even happier when she saw her husband close his eyes and
begin to shake and clutch at Susie's bobbing head. She
watched in fascination the way the young girl's throat
muscles worked as she swallowed the long pent-up load that
the poor, sex-starved old man shot into her mouth.
Susie continued to suck gently on the old man's cock for
a long time. She couldn't get over how young and vital it
still felt in her mouth, and how much juice it had spurted
into her stomach. When at last she pulled her lips from the
shrunken organ, a drop of gism hung from her lip. Mrs.
Vastos stretched out a motherly hand and wiped it away; then
she presented her finger to Susie to lick clean.
"Oh, that was so good, Mr. Vastos! And you came so
much! I didn't think I'd be able to swallow it all.
Gallons and gallons. I'd be happy to play with your schlong
anytime if your daughter Anastasia doesn't want to any more.
You just tell me when. It's so delicious."
"Hah! Theo's got nice schlong all right. But you
should see my sons, Miss Susie. Big like this! And fat.
Not old and skinny like his."
"I thank you, Miss Susie. Your mouth so good. But Mama
right. Both our boys got big schlong. Like father," said
Mr. Vastos with paternal pride. In a burst of enthusiasm
and affection Susie jumped to her feet to wrap her arms
around Mr. Vastos's neck and planted a big kiss on his
surprised lips. Mrs. Vastos grabbed her arm.
"Hey! What you do? Theo my husband. You no kiss him
like that. Not right, Miss Susie. You don't do again,
please."
A bewildered Susie let her arms drop from the old man's
neck. It was all right for her to suck Mr. Vastos's cock in
public and swallow his come, but she was not to kiss him on
the lips. She didn't really understand, but she was happy
to go along with the rules as long as she was free to suck
his cock. Her pussy was beginning to itch again. Visions
of the Vastos boys with their legendary cocks, big like
this, floated through her head.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Vastos. I didn't mean anything. It's
just that you have such a nice husband. And . . . uh . . .
Mrs. Vastos . . . ?"
"Yes, Miss Susie?"
"I bet your sons are nice, too. Do you think I could
meet your schl . . . I mean your sons, someday?"
"Oh sure, Miss Susie. You like big schlongs, you gonna
really like my sons. You meet right now. Steve and Chris,
they in the kitchen now. You come with me. You come too,
Theo."
The three of them went through a swinging door into the
small kitchen. Two fat, middle-aged men were sitting on
chairs smoking. They both jumped to their feet and put out
their cigarettes when they saw their mother appear.
"Boys, boys. I told you million timers, you no smoke in
kitchen. But I want for you to meet Miss Susie. Susie,
these my sons, Christopher and Stephen."
Susie politely shook their hands, hoping she would soon
have her hands on other parts of them. Both men wore T-
shirts and dirty white trousers. They also wore aprons
which frustrated Susie's attempts to catch a glimpse of
their famous schlongs.
The two men stared curiously at the young girl. Of
course, they had seen her before around the restaurant, but
they were puzzled that their mother had brought her back to
the kitchen. However, they were quite happy to have her
lovely young body to look at. As Theo Vastos moved past
Susie to stand beside his wife, Chris caught sight of his
gaping fly. "Papa," he whispered. "Your zipper!"
"It stuck. It no go up," the old man replied in a
normal voice.
"Stuck, schmuck. Don't worry so much Christopher. Your
Papa just been showing Miss Susie his schlong. She like
very much. Even eat right up, just like a hot dog. Now she
want to see you and Steve. Show her your schlongses, both
of you."
Chris and Steve Vastos were shocked speechless. They
looked in bewilderment from the sweet, sexy schoolgirl to
their grinning father's open trouser front, to their
mother's happy face. Her words slowly sank in. They
convinced themselves that she had, in fact, said it, but
they did not know how to react. They knew enough of their
mother's ideas to accept her words and, since Susie did not
express any shock or outrage, they began to think that it
might even be true, no matter how unbelievable. Their eyes
fixed on hers. She smiled warmly, enjoying their confusion
as she hoped to soon be enjoying their cocks.
"Your mother has told me so much about you, I just had
to see them . . . I mean you. She says your pricks are even
nicer than your Dad's, and his is really nice. I'd really
like to see yours, too. Won't you please show me?"
"Go on, boys. I know you both got nice big schlongs.
Show them to Miss Susie. She like schlongs like I used to.
Go on, hurry up. Miss Susie not got all night."
The two men looked at each other, then slowly put down
their cigarettes and began to fumble with the knots of their
apron strings. They threw off the white aprons, but they
could not bring themselves to go any further. Susie saw
their hesitation.
"Mrs. Vastos? Can I do it? Can I open their pants? Do
you think they'll mind?" she asked impatiently.
"My boys too shy. Sure, you go head. They no mind, do
you boys?"
The two men simply shook their heads as Susie quickly
and happily approached them. First she stroked and fondled
the crotches of their stained white trousers. Yes, she
could feel the heavy, swollen flesh. Immediately her tiny
hands went to work on their belts, while the two men stood
almost petrified. In a moment their pants were open and
Susie's hands were foraging in their underwear.
"Oh my! They really do feel nice, Mrs. Vastos. Oh! I
can feel yours move, Mr. Christopher. Do you like me
touching you. Oh, and now yours too, Mr. Steve. Oh, I want
to see them, but I can't get them out like this."
The touch of her hands on the bare flesh of their cocks,
on top of everything else, had excited them to such an
extent that even Susie's practiced hands could not pull the
swelling poles through the openings in their jockey shorts.
While Mrs. Vastos nodded in approval, and the two men began
gasping with pleasure, Susie pushed their pants and
underwear down around their knees. She exclaimed in delight
when she looked up. Mrs. Vastos was right; they were
indeed "big like this" and so very fat.
In Susie's brief but very crowded experience with men's
cocks she had seldom seen bigger--and these weren't even
fully erect yet. Susie remedied that deficiency in a hurry.
She stood in front of the two men and fondled each one with
one hand, a dreamy look on her face as she imagined how
their schlongs would feel inside of her. Then she bent down
to inspect the marvelous organs more closely, to inhale
their scent and, after a furtive glance towards the boys'
mother, to plant a big kiss on the head of each cock. The
men gasped and stiffened in disbelief. When Mrs. Vlastos
said nothing, Susie let herself go and spread wide her lips
to swallow the head of Steve's cock.
However, in bending over, Susie revealed that she was
panty-less under her skirt. Hardly anyone was looking, so
fascinated were they all by the contrast between Susie's
tiny hands and delicate lips and those huge, bloated pieces
of male meat. But old Theo Vastos was trying to get a
better view of Susie's lips on his sons' cocks when he
noticed the naked flesh beneath her skirt. The sight of
those sweet, round globes stopped him in his tracks. His
eyes brightened. While Susie fondled and kissed his sons'
schlongs, he reached out to grab at her ass.
Mrs. Vlastos did not see because she had quickly turned
and hurried to a wall telephone. She dialed almost
blindly, her proud, maternal eyes fixed on little Susie's
attempt to get one of those great schlongs inside her mouth.
"Hello, George. That you? Mama here. George, you come
right way to kitchen. Yes, restaurant. No, I no tell you.
A surprise. You come quick." She hung up abruptly and
settled into one of the chairs vacated by her sons to watch
her family enjoy themselves.
"Old Theo Vastos now had his finger in Susie's pussy
while her lips were stretched tightly around the bulbous
knob of Steve's cock-head. Suddenly the old man plunged his
finger deep into her cunt and pressed his thumb against her
asshole. Susie jumped forward--from surprise and delight,
not pain--and Steve's great knob popped into her mouth just
as the old man's thumb popped through her anus and pressed
against the finger in her cunt. The old man's probing
fingers spurred her to suck voraciously on the son's cock,
swallowing it inch by inch, as she wriggled her ass
enthusiastically against the old man's hand, wishing he
could put something bigger than his fingers in her.
Chris Vastos was left standing with his cock sticking
out of his pants and a bewildered, forlorn look on his face.
Susie's mouth was fully occupied by his brother and her ass
by his father. When Mrs. Vlastos saw that he was being left
out, she called to her husband.
"Theo, you stop that! Look, poor Chris. He got nothing
to do. You let him play with Susie's bummie. If Susie
don't mind. You mind, Susie? You let Chris feel your
bummie? Maybe you even let him put his schlong in you? If
it not too big? You like? Chris he do it good."
If Susie had ever wanted to cry out, "yes!", that was
the time. But the huge pole in her mouth made it
impossible. She nodded her head as vigorously as she could,
making Steve Vastos moan from the sensations it produced on
his cock. She wriggled and shook her "bummie", hoping
Christopher or his mother would understand. She missed the
old man's fingers already, but just the thought of one of
those great schlongs pushing inside her drowned out any
regrets.
CONTINUED IN PART 6...
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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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