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Thank you for your consideration. ---------------------------------------------------------- PART 2 OF 8 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... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kristen's collection - Directory 1