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Archive name: susie1.txt (MFf, bi, ped, oral, anal, beast)
Authors name: The Text Master (address withheld)
Story title : Susie's Adventures

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PART 1 OF 8

    When the bell finally sounded Susie Morton sighed with
relief.  She liked school and she was a good student, but it
had been a long afternoon.  Her pussy had started to itch
during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat
all through History.  She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her
history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his
blazer and flannels.  Wednesday was the only day Susie had
him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always
looked especially proper on those days.  Catching his eye
turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush
and turn quickly away.

    The other students filed out quickly.  Susie lingered
and approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.

    "Mr. Thompson, I have this problem."

    "Yes, Miss Morton. What is it?"

    His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was
coming.  It was the same every Wednesday.  The young girl
set her textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on
the side opposite the classroom door.

    "It's this.  I just can't get it into my head,"  Susie
said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the
teacher's crotch.  Fred Thompson gasped but did not move
away.  She was happy to feel that his prick was already
half-erect, and jerking under her hand.  The classroom was
empty though the door was still open, but Mr. Thompson's
back was turned towards the hallway and Susie was almost
completely hidden from any passers-by.

    She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing
it warmly through his impeccable flannels.

    "It's just so hard to swallow something like this," she
whispered, giving it an extra squeeze.  It was a lie.  In
fact Susie loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and
had been enthusiastically doing so since the second week of
school.  Mr. Thompson's prick seemed just made for sucking,
unlike those of some of her other teachers.  It was not too
big, but it had a large round knob on the end that fit right
into Susie's mouth like a ripe, juicy plum.

    Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into
his fly.  Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on
Wednesdays, though he hadn't at first.  Susie remembered how
much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to
extricate his half-swollen cock from his pants.  But this
time it popped out easily, as if eager for what was to come.
More eager than its owner it seemed.  Mr. Thompson gulped
noisily.

    "Uh . . . Uh , the door, Miss Morton.  Shouldn't we ...?
Susie usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today
she couldn't wait to taste his prick, and she liked the
excitement of knowing that they might be discovered at any
time.

    Greedily she spread her lips over the red knob of
his now completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar
affection.  Then she began to lick at it avidly.  The
teacher instinctively pushed forward with his hips and that
big round morsel slipped easily between Susie's welcoming
lips.  He gripped her head and began to push it in and out
of her mouth, but timidly, with short hesitant strokes,
while Susie sucked vigorously.

    Footsteps echoed in the hall.  Mr. Thompson froze, his
cock planted deep in Susie's mouth.

    "Please, Miss Morton . . . Susan!  Oh God!  Someone's
coming.  Stop it, please.  We can't.  Not here."

    Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away
from his crotch, but Susie would have none of it.  She bit
down with her teeth--not hard enough to hurt him but firmly
enough to remind him that she could if she wanted.  With her
teeth pressed firmly against the flesh of his trembling
shaft, it was impossible for him to pull its swollen knob
through them.  Susie was not going to give up her lollipop
no matter who was coming.

    The footsteps paused at the doorway.  A cheery female
voice called out:

    "Good night, Fred.  Working late?"

It was Miss Renwick, the principal's secretary.  Susie knew
that she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson.  All the girls
whispered about it in the washroom.

    Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his
shoulder.  His body was held in position by Susie's
tenacious mouth on his cock.

    "Uh, oh, yes.  Miss . . . uh . . Renwick.  Some things I
have to finish up."

    "You're too dedicated, Fred.  You should relax and have
some fun sometime too."

    Susie began to move her head slightly, rubbing her
tongue over the round head of Fred Thompson's cock, still
careful not to let him pull out.  She was very excited.
While she had often been watched while she sucked or fucked,
this was different because it was secret.  She could just
imagine the furor that would ensue if they were discovered.
Mr. Thompson must have been imagining the same thing, for
his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her mouth.  Susie
was determined to remedy that situation and she went to work
with her tongue.  Seeing that Fred Thompson, for some
strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her,
Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and puzzled.

    As soon as she had gone Susie began sucking in earnest
on her teacher's cock.  He was so dazed and frightened by
their close call that he hardly moved.  But Susie didn't
mind that.  She was quite willing to do all the work when it
came to sex, for it seemed to her impossible that the other
person or persons could be experiencing even a tiny fraction
of the indescribable pleasure she drew from her sexual acts.
She was even grateful that men like Mr. Thompson let her
suck on their cocks almost whenever she wanted.  So, in
taking her pleasure, she tried to give them as much in
return as she could, even though she knew it could not
possibly match hers.

    Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the
teacher's hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as
she plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft.  The huge
knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more
than men with much larger cocks did.  Susie could hardly
wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into
her belly.

    "Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Susan, Ooooh! this is
madness!  Anyone could come!"

    Especially us, thought Susie to herself as with a final
burst of suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous
climax.  He moaned and clutched her head, pulling her
against him, finally giving way to his passion as his come
poured into her mouth.  Susie held his spurting cock
prisoner within the velvet trap of her mouth and gulped down
every drop of that wonderful liquid.  She continued sucking
gently even after it was all gone, feeling his once proud
prick shrink between her lips.  Finally she let the limp
organ slip out of her mouth.  Mr. Thompson quickly stuffed
it back into his pants.

    "Susan, this is mad!  Why are you tormenting me like
this?  It can't go on this way.  Not here, in the school.
Why won't you come home with me instead.  Louise Renwick
almost caught us there.  You should have at least waited for
me to close the door.  It would have been the end.  My job.
My career."

    "Your cock!" Susie replied, laughing and licking her
lips.  "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson.  Every Wednesday
afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick.  Then I
just have to have it right away.  Besides, maybe Miss
Renwick wouldn't have been as shocked as you think.  She
might even have wanted to be in my place."

    But Fred Thompson wasn't listening.  The pressure in his
balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from
the school quickly before someone asked him what he was
doing in an empty classroom after hours with a nubile young
junior-high student.  He grabbed his books and rushed for
the safety of the teachers' room, telling himself that he
must put a stop to it, but knowing that he would be there
again after school next Wednesday.  It was madness but he
couldn't resist what little Susie and her talented mouth
could do for him.

    Susie watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement.
It was always like this, but she didn't feel offended.  She
had got what she wanted from him.  Her pussy still itched
but she had the delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to
savor until she could find someone to poke his prick
between her legs.  That wouldn't take long, she knew; it
never did.

    Licking her lips one last time, Susie gathered up her
books and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into
the janitor who was sweeping the floor with a push broom.
He was a small, elderly man, little more than half the
height of the broom.  Vito Mascalla was his name.  He hardly
spoke English, but three of his children were attending
university.  He was a quiet little man, gray-haired and
gentle, and Susie liked him very much.  She often stopped to
chat with him about his family.  He frowned on seeing a
student there so late; it usually meant some prank was going
to be played.  But when he recognized Susie his face
brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.

    "Oh Miss Susie.  Hello.  You are good?"

    Very good! thought Susie, though some people might call
it bad.

    "Hi, Mr. Mascalla.  How's everything?  Come stai?"

    "Bene, bene, grazie. I mean very good.  My son Rico, he
just get marry."

    "I know.  You told me.  Last week, wasn't it?  Did he go
away on a honeymoon?"

    "Away?  Yes, to Italy.  To my village.  But I got
pictures of wedding.  You like to see, Miss Susie?"

    "I'd love to Mr. Mascalla."

    "They just downstairs.  You come.  I show."

    He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs.
Susie followed, a bit reluctantly.  She had hoped that he
would have the pictures with him.  Now it would be a little
longer before she could find someone to scratch the itch in
her pussy.  But she was really pleased to see the little old
man so happy and she wanted to share his joy with him.

    As she followed the janitor down the two flights of
stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Susie found herself
suddenly thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different
terms than before.  She thought of his three sons and four
daughters; she remembered that his wife had died last year.
He had fathered at least seven children.  Now he was alone.
He had a cock.  Susie suddenly decided that she wanted it.
It surprised her that she hadn't thought of having him fuck
her already.  There were very few men in the school that she
had missed, but she was sure this oversight would soon be
remedied.

    They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor
had fitted up as an "office".  Innumerable pictures of his
family filled the wall over the bare and rickety table that
served as a desk.  Beside it was a heap of plastic garbage
bags stuffed with some of the waste paper generated by a
school.

    The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and
handed it to Susie.   As she leafed through it, uttering the
appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already
well-thumbed.  Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.

    "She is very beautiful, your son's wife.  He is very
lucky.  And your son is very handsome too.  But you look
best of all in your new suit, Mr. Mascalla."

    "Yes, it new.  Just for wedding.  How you know, Miss
Susie?"

    "I can see that you weren't comfortable in it.  It was
too tight here, wasn't it?"

    To the old man's shock and amazement, Susie--that sweet
little girl--reached out and pressed her hand over his
crotch.  He tried to jump back but he was caught in front of
the desk and couldn't escape her determined hand.  She
maintained the pressure, moving her fingers down until she
cupped his balls.  He could hardly speak.

    "Miss Susie!  What you do?  No!  No!  Not nice.  Don't,
please."

    "Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla.  Your prick.  I can
feel that it's very nice.  You made all your children with
it, and now your son is using his and putting it inside his
wife to make grandchildren for you.  Wouldn't you like to
put it in me, too, like you used to put it in your wife,
like your son is doing right now with his new wife?  I'd
like it very much, Mr. Mascalla.  Won't you do it just for
me?"

    She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all
over the bulge of flesh at his crotch.  The poor old man was
frightened to death.  Susie released her hold on his prick
and quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head.  She wore
no bra.  Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled
out of it, making her round, young titties bounce.  Only her
tiny pink bikini panties remained.  In a few seconds they
were on the floor on top of the skirt.

    The janitor was incredulous.  Never would he have
believed it.  He didn't even believe it now; it couldn't be
happening.  This must all be some strange joke or dream.
Such a beautiful and sweet little girl, naked in front of
him.  And she had touched his cazzo, like a putana, a whore,
but she wasn't one. She was the nicest person in the school.
His confused mind couldn't reconcile these two opposites.

    "Here, Mr. Mascalla, don't these feel nice.  They're
only small now, but soon they'll be bigger and you can feel
them then too.  Your hands feel so good on me."

    She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them
against her titties.  They were not at all small, and for a
thirteen-year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy.
His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her
erecting nipples.  Susie took advantage of the old man's
shock to reach down and undo his belt with her skilled and
practiced fingers.  Doing so pushed her titties harder
against his palms.  She was pleased to feel some resistance.
He was pushing back, at least a little.

    In a few seconds the old man's trousers fell to the
floor.  A moment later Susie was pushing his underwear down
his thighs.  His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the
young girl was delighted to see it.  It was huge.  Almost as
fat as his arm, maybe even thicker, even though it was still
soft.  It looked so strange hanging from such a small man.

    "Oh, Mr. Mascalla!  It's lovely!  You have such a
beautiful prick.  No wonder you have such fine children.
Oh, if only I'd known I would have done this long ago.  Why
didn't you tell me?  Oh, if only you knew how much I love
cocks like yours!"

    She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little
man, took his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking
kiss right on its head.

    "Oh no!  Oh Miss Susie.  Don't, please!  No.  Not good.
Not right.  Is a sin."

    Never had anything like this ever happened to him.  It
was unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a
cazzo.  Only putanas did that.  He couldn't let this little
girl do such an awful thing, even if it did send a surge of
excitement through his frail body.  But Susie paid him no
attention.  She wrapped her young lips around his swelling
cock-head and, under her expert oral ministrations, his
enormous organ slowly began to swell even larger.  She
paused from time to time to whisper her admiration and to
talk about the children he had made with it.  That seemed to
stimulate something deep inside him, for she felt his cock
jerk and throb each time she spoke, and it was always a
little harder and a little bigger when she took it back in
her mouth again.

    Susie couldn't wait any longer.  The itch in her pussy
was turning into an unbearable ache.  She just had to have
this wonderful prick inside her.  With her hands tightly
locked around the shaft of the janitor's now almost gigantic
cock, she pulled him with her as she moved backwards towards
the piles of garbage bags.

    "Come here!  Please, Mr. Mascalla.  Put your big cock in
me like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is
doing to his wife now.  I want you to do it so much, Mr.
Mascalla.  Please give me your cock."

    She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling
his frail body with her.  His pants were still around his
ankles and he tripped and fell on top of her.  Susie groaned
as his giant club slammed against her belly while his face
landed on the tender mass of her titties.  She quickly
reached down with one hand to position his great tool where
it would do the most good for her, while her other arm
wrapped around his neck, pressing his face into her breast.
When his cockhead was positioned at the mouth of her hungry
pussy, it seemed to sink right in, slowly and naturally,
with no effort on his part.  In a moment Susie felt it
buried deep within her and she sighed in glorious
contentment.  She hadn't had a cock in her pussy since her
Chemistry teacher had fucked her in the lab store-room at
lunch time.  She lifted her legs and pulled the janitor's
long cock even further into her, squeezing his throbbing
shaft with her caressing cunt muscles.  Then she whispered
in his ear.

    "Love me now, Mr. Mascalla.  Love me with your prick.
Fuck me with your big cock!"

CONTINUED IN PART 2...

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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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