EL5-1022 The Principal's Little Whores


FORE­WORD

 Susanna Reasoner never thought about the pos­sib­il­ity of Mr. Markham, the 
prin­cipal of her school... P.S. 737, be­ing in­ter­ested in her this way. She couldn’t be­lieve her
ears: It was true, how­ever. She couldn’t deny that he had good reason for the pro­pos­i­tion. 
She was guilty of what she had been ac­cused. She would have to pay. And any­thing was 
bet­ter than get­ting ex­pelled.

 When she fi­nally un­der­stood what he wanted, she sighed and was a bit re­lieved. 
In one way she had been saved. She cer­tainly never minded get­ting laid. Heav­ens, that was 
what got her in trouble in the first place.

 Brett Markham locked the door to his of­fice and then came up be­hind Susanna. 
He played with her long brown hair. He looked at her body un­ashamedly. He was go­ing to 
have her and he was go­ing to en­joy it.

 “You are very lovely, Susanna. I’ve been think­ing about this, you know.”

 “No, I didn’t.” How­ever, she saw no reason to delay. She pulled her panty hose and 
her panties off. She threw them on the floor and looked at Brett. He smiled and guided her to 
the couch in his of­fice.

 He pulled her down onto it and meshed his lips with hers. It was a deep kiss and she
was sur­prised to feel the ex­cite­ment that his tongue pro­duced in her. Susanna was 
shocked to feel her own pas­sion build­ing.

 They never stopped from that mo­ment on. She groped about, try­ing to cap­ture 
his stiff cock and he went straight to the mark un­der her pretty, short skirt. She shivered as 
his fin­gers pen­et­rated her.

 Now she had no de­sire to stop him. She was not angry or up­set. She was merely 
hot and wouldn’t let go un­til she had her fill.





CHAPTER ONE


Brett Markham re­settled him­self after mak­ing sure that Susanna Reasoner was 
com­fort­able in the seat op­pos­ite his desk. He smiled and tried to be non­chal­ant. 
How­ever, the young­ster felt the ten­sion in the air.

 “Susanna, I asked you to come in this morn­ing so that we could talk some­thing 
over.”

 “Yes, Mr. Markham, I know.”

 “You do? Well, let’s be sure that you know what we are in­volved with, just the 
same.”

 “You want to talk to me about the fact that I was caught with Billy Grover in the third
floor stair­well.”

 “Well, that is true. Yes, that is what we must talk about.”

 “Are you go­ing to throw me out of school?”

 “Now, Susanna, let’s not get dra­matic about this or up­set.”

 “I’m not be­ing dra­matic. I just want to know if you will ex­pel me.” Brett tried to 
look very stem. He was do­ing his best to in­tim­id­ate this very at­tract­ive thir­teen year-old 
in an un­ob­trus­ive man­ner. She was very straight­for­ward which did not con­form to 
Brett’s plan for the dis­cus­sion.

 “I don’t think that’s an ap­pro­pri­ate ques­tion or de­mand on your part, Susanna. 
There are many things that we have to dis­cuss be­fore we get to that stage of our 
dis­cus­sion.”

 Susanna was a pretty girl with long dark hair. Her eyes flashed as he spoke to her. 
She didn’t like to be kept on tenter hooks. She did not like be­ing played with. She wanted to 
know what her fu­ture was go­ing to be.

 “Mr. Markham, I don’t really know what you’re talk­ing about. If you want to know 
how I plead, I’m guilty.”

 “All right, Susanna. That’s enough of the sar­casm.”

 “You miss the point, Mr. Markham. I am not be­ing sar­castic at all. That is the truth. 
I was guilty of what you’re talk­ing about.”

 “Well, Susanna, that is ob­vi­ous, isn’t it? You weren’t able to un­tangle yourselves 
for a few minutes after you were dis­covered by Miss Whim­pie.” Susanna blushed when the 
re­mark con­cern­ing her very in­dis­creet pos­ture was men­tioned. She tried to for­get that. 
She didn’t like to think that she had been found by the one teacher who would love to see her
in trouble.

 Susanna’s mind flashed back, in­vol­un­tar­ily, to the scene in the stair­well. She had
been with Billy. She still didn’t know why she even let him get that in­volved in the school, but 
it had happened.

 She and Billy had been go­ing out for a week be­fore that. She had been try­ing to 
get him to no­tice her for the whole term be­fore that. But she hadn’t been very suc­cess­ful.

 Then, just that week be­fore, two weeks be­fore the fall term ended, he had not only
no­ticed her, but star­ted pay­ing a lot of at­ten­tion to her. She flipped but even though she 
wanted to, some­how, she man­aged not to fuck him the first time that they dated.

 But that had been on the week­end, and though she hadn’t let him do very much to
her that Sat­urday, she couldn’t get her mind off him. She went to bed after that date and 
ima­gined what it would have been like to fuck with him.

 She thought about him all day Sunday and when she saw him in school on Monday,
she star­ted to get that same feel­ing all over again. It was no use. She wanted him so badly.

 They spent all of Tues­day to­gether, but they both found that they felt elec­tric 
sparks when they touched. It was no use at all. Susanna couldn’t do any school work, and 
sev­eral times, in dif­fer­ent classes, she was called on and didn’t know what was go­ing on.

 Then, after school, they held hands for a while, but it was cold out­side and they 
would have no place to be to­gether. The classrooms were empty mostly and when the 
feel­ing got too much for the young couple, they had found the pri­vacy that they needed in 
the stair­way. No one used the floors above the second floor after school.

 They were in the middle of the land­ing. They were huddled against the wall, but 
more for in­tim­acy, not to sneak their wild pas­sion.

 It just had to be. They were both out of their heads with need for the other one. Billy
claimed to be just as han­di­capped by his pas­sion for her. There was noth­ing else to do.

 When Billy touched her, Susanna shivered. She couldn’t be­lieve her re­ac­tions to 
him. He kissed her and she went wild. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. That made Billy 
burst into flames and then, they just couldn’t sep­ar­ate.

 Some­how, time melted. Noth­ing mattered ex­cept touch­ing him and get­ting 
him to touch her. Susanna had put her arms around him and then ran her hands down his 
neck. She pressed him into her.

 Billy re­spon­ded im­me­di­ately. He ground his hips into her, and im­me­di­ately, 
she felt his cock burn­ing into her crotch. She had to feel more of him. The fire was burn­ing 
too fiercely to let go of him.

 She didn’t plan what happened next. She didn’t mean for any of it to hap­pen. But 
when Billy star­ted to squeeze her breasts and feel her up down be­low, she just couldn’t help 
her­self.

 Neither of them spoke. It wasn’t any­thing that they planned or agreed to. She let 
him fumble with the zip­per on her jeans and when he had it open, she wiggled un­til he had 
pulled them past her hips, down to her midthighs.

 Her legs were barely open. She felt the cool of the air on her warm pussy. He had 
pulled her panties down with the jeans. Then his fin­gers stole up­ward again and she 
shivered when he touched her.

 Her hair was soft and his fin­gers felt very big. He searched out her open­ing and 
began to thrust his fin­ger in­ward and up­ward. He was hot, too, and that was not the way to
cool things off.

 She reached for his pants and pulled the zip­per open. The sound was loud in the 
empti­ness of the stair­well.

 But Susanna wasn’t listen­ing to any­thing ex­cept the beat­ing of her heart.

 She reached into his pants and pulled out his penis. It was hard and ready for her. 
She rubbed it back and forth and Billy al­most went mad.

 “Susanna, don’t! I’ll come right away!”

 “I can’t help it. I want to touch you.”

 “Well, I want to fuck you. I have to.”

 “Me, too.”

 Then they were at each other. Billy stabbed at her sev­eral times, un­suc­cess­fully, 
but then, he fi­nally got the tip of his cock into her pussy. It was only in between her lips, and 
not im­bed­ded into her va­gina, yet.

 In des­per­a­tion, he hois­ted Susanna up­ward and when he al­lowed her to come 
down, she was pretty near im­paled on his cock. She sighed and shivered. The feel­ing was so 
great.

 Once Billy man­aged to get an inch in­side her, he went wild. He rammed his cock 
into her and moved his hips so that Susanna didn’t know what would hap­pen next. She only 
knew that she was about to come and sus­pec­ted he would to.

 They heard noth­ing but their own young an­imal sounds. His cock was slam­ming 
in and out of her pussy. It was lub­ric­ated with her ex­cite­ment and her juices wet him over 
and over again.

 Susanna pumped her hips over the young hot cock in­side her and that was all she 
was aware of. She moaned and sighed and worked harder and faster. She had to make it and 
in only a mo­ment, she was go­ing to do just that.

 Fi­nally, her mo­ment came and she star­ted to ex­per­i­ence the be­gin­nings of 
her or­gasm. She was wild with the feel­ings in­side her. She could do noth­ing but writhe 
over him and snap her hips back­wards and for­wards, in re­sponse to the won­der­ful 
sen­sa­tion in­side her.

 Billy slammed into her again as she came and the strong move­ments of her sweet 
pussy drove him wild.

 “I can’t hold back, Susy! I’m shoot­ing into you!” Susanna was still too taken with her
or­gasm, but she thought that she had heard some noises. She was still too blurred by the 
pleas­ure that ran though her body. She ig­nored any­thing she ac­tu­ally heard. She wasn’t 
fin­ished yet.

 Billy sud­denly turned his head, but he never stopped his body. He kept banging 
into her. He was let­ting loose with a stream of come that was too much. He was flood­ing her
pussy with cream that was pour­ing into her cunt. “Stop that you an­im­als! Stop this minute!”
Now the sounds were clearer and Susanna knew that they were words. Someone else was 
there. She was com­ing down from her high, but Billy was still pump­ing into her. She didn’t 
know what to do.

 But Billy couldn’t stop. He was com­ing, and he jerked his hips around, slam­ming 
his cock into her tight cunt.

 “Billy, stop. Some­body is here!”

 Susanna hissed the words, and fi­nally, as the come crept down her legs, Billy 
star­ted to come around. He looked into her eyes and there was pure hor­ror after the 
mo­ment of con­fu­sion passed.

 The voice soun­ded again, and they both re­cog­nized it. The worst per­son to have
caught them at some­thing like this.

 “You dis­gust­ing little an­im­als! You’re both per­verts. I’ll have you both ex­pelled 
for this!” Shame burned Susanna’s cheeks as she re­membered the hor­rible in­cid­ent. She 
had been caught lit­er­ally with her pants down. She couldn’t move un­til Billy re­moved 
him­self from her and then, she was so wet that the come crept through the heavy ma­ter­ial 
of her jeans.

 It seemed like years be­fore she was able to straighten up and listen to the bar­rage 
of aw­ful things that Miss Whimple was throw­ing at them.

 “Dis­gust­ing, that’s what you are. Wil­liam Grover, I am shocked at you. I al­ways 
thought of you as a nice boy.”

 Then the spin­ster turned her com­ments to Susanna. The words were icy and very 
ter­rible.

 “I can’t say that I’m very sur­prised at you, though, Miss Reasoner. It’s girls like you 
that make boys and men bad. You tempt and tease them. You should be pun­ished for this. 
Very severely pun­ished.”

 Susanna’s cheeks burned even now, when she tried to gather her at­ten­tion to Mr. 
Markham’s words. She sin­cerely wished that if he was go­ing to ex­pel her, he would get it 
over with.

 These past two days had been sheer hell for her. First she had to see her guid­ance 
coun­selor, who wanted to know why she would do such a ter­rible thing in the very school 
from which she would soon be gradu­at­ing.

 Then, she went to the teacher in charge of dis­cip­line prob­lems. She didn’t 
ex­actly fit into the cat­egory, but someone felt that fright­en­ing her would be a good idea.

 After that bar­rage of words and scorn­ful si­lence oc­ca­sion­ally, she was al­lowed
to see Mr. Markham. They had been talk­ing and mak­ing re­com­mend­a­tions for her 
cor­rect pun­ish­ment.

 Now it was Fri­day. It was the morn­ing and it might well be her last day in this 
school. She would have ruined her life. As she saw it, her par­ents might throw her out of the 
house and then she just couldn’t see past that.

 So far, no one had called her par­ents in. They had threatened to do it right away, 
but some­how, that little thing had been over­looked. She still was safe in that quarter.

 Though, Susanna knew that once her father found out, he would prob­ably hate her
forever. She had never been a very good stu­dent, even though her gram­mar school teacher 
had told her par­ents that she had a great deal of in­tel­li­gence.

 This man stand­ing in front of her now, the prin­cipal, could make or break her 
fu­ture, as far as she saw it now. She wasn’t a bad girl. She never really caused any trouble in 
school.

 That stu­pid Miss Whimple was just jeal­ous of her great fig­ure. She couldn’t help 
hav­ing a great back­side and fant­astic tits. She was just that way. All the guys liked her and 
she was pleased that Billy had fi­nally no­ticed her.

 She was a bit an­noyed at the fact that Billy wasn’t be­ing hassled too much. He had
to re­port to the guid­ance coun­selor, but that was the end of it. He didn’t re­ceive any of the
threats that she had.

 Si­lently, she cursed the fact that she was a girl. They were dis­crim­in­at­ing against
her. She didn’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t tell her par­ents about it just yet, and 
she didn’t want to ask any of her friends about it.

 She knew that the word was around the school, even though she hadn’t been 
pub­licly flogged. The girls were whis­per­ing and her real friends were try­ing to fend off the 
no­sey ones.

 “Susanna, are you listen­ing to what I’m say­ing?”

 “Oh, I, uh... I got lost for a minute.”

 “I’m glad you’re be­ing hon­est. You were a mile away.”

 “I’m sorry about that.”

 “Now, as I was say­ing. I need to talk to you about this. It de­pends on the 
out­come of this talk as to what I will have to re­com­mend. I will be the one to ask you to 
leave the school, if that is ne­ces­sary.”

 “I know that, Mr. Markham.”

 “I don’t take these things lightly, Susanna. It’s a dis­grace for any school to have to 
ex­pel a stu­dent. So, let’s talk this over.”

 Susanna didn’t un­der­stand what he was talk­ing about. She was guilty. She had 
fucked in the stair­well on the third floor. Right in the school build­ing. She wasn’t sorry for 
that, either.

 Susanna star­ted to won­der if he wanted her to say that she was sorry and that she 
would never do that again. She felt her skin bristle. No one was ask­ing Billy to do some­thing
like that.

 As Susanna waited for Mr. Markham to start speak­ing again, she thought about 
Billy. She liked to fuck, and when she was in love with a boy, that was so much bet­ter.

 Like with Billy just the other day. She was mad to have him. She just had to do it. 
There wasn’t any other way that she could have ac­ted. And if he asked her about it, she 
would tell Mr. Markham that she’d do it over again.

 Brett went be­hind his desk again. He wanted to be calm for this part of the 
in­ter­view. He couldn’t help look­ing at Susanna’s legs though. She was wear­ing a skirt this 
time.

 It was short and the top that she wore was wrapped about her lovely breasts. He 
thought about touch­ing her and felt his cock re­spond to the stim­u­lus. He did not of­ten 
get such an at­tract­ive of­fender to deal with.

 Hav­ing to mete out pun­ish­ment had its re­wards, though. He had come across 
some very re­ward­ing ex­per­i­ences in shap­ing the lives of some of the young girls who 
came his way.

 Susanna, how­ever, was a chal­lenge to him. She wasn’t afraid of him. He knew that. 
She was con­cerned that her fu­ture would be af­fected how­ever. That was the one part that 
he would have to stress.

 He thought about the chal­lenge of talk­ing her into his way of look­ing at the 
prob­lem and the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He could feel her next to him and 
could taste her lus­cious young body.

 “Now, Susanna, let’s try to look at this mat­ter very calmly.” Susanna looked at him. 
She couldn’t fig­ure out what he was get­ting at. She didn’t in­tend to grovel or beg for 
mercy. She was scared, but she didn’t want to show it to him.

 As a mat­ter of fact, she was so scared that she held her hands to­gether so that 
they wouldn’t shake so vis­ibly. She was scared of what her par­ents would do to her. She 
didn’t know how they would re­act, really.

 Her par­ents would be shocked, she knew that. Her father would do some­thing, for
sure. She figured that he would be so angry with her that her en­tire life would be ruined.

 The fear moun­ted in her mind as Brett began to talk. He was an at­tract­ive man, 
but she didn’t think in terms of older men. He had to be at least forty, and that was an­cient 
as far as she was con­cerned.

 “Let’s look at the neg­at­ive side of things for a mo­ment, shall we?” 
Un­for­tu­nately, that was all that Susanna had been do­ing so far. She didn’t want to hear her
fears locked in ce­ment by the prin­cipal. Non­ethe­less, she kept her si­lence and listened.

 “If you are ex­pelled, you could really up­set any fu­ture plans that you might have.”

 “I know that, Mr. Markham.”

 “Well, now. Hold on. I don’t know if you ap­pre­ci­ate the sever­ity of this. You 
would have to be ac­cep­ted into an­other pub­lic school, but it would be one of those 
schools for trouble­some young­sters. That would be on your re­cord for the rest of your life.”

 The omin­ous words filled Susanna with a sense of dread that she could not bear for
very long. She wanted to close her eyes, but she didn’t dare. He might think that she was 
be­ing in­solent.

 “Any­time that your school re­cord had to be looked at, that ex­pul­sion and the 
spe­cial school would be lis­ted.

 Do you think that many col­leges would want you with that kind of a 
re­com­mend­a­tion?”

 “No, I guess not.”

 “No, of course not. They would stay away from you with dis­tinct dread. They have 
enough people to choose from without need­ing trouble­makers. You would have to go to a 
private school. That would cost a lot of money, how­ever.”

 The thought of her father’s com­ment on that flashed through Susanna’s mind. She 
cringed when she thought about the dis­cord about some­thing like that. Her father was 
ex­tremely thrifty.

 “Then, again, if you didn’t go to col­lege, any place that was worth­while, would ask 
to see your high school re­cord. Again, they would have the dread­ful in­form­a­tion 
avail­able to them.”

 Susanna star­ted to shrink in the chair. Everything was work­ing against her. She 
was only thir­teen, but her en­tire life had been ruined by that one aban­doned, pas­sion­ate 
mo­ment in the stair­well.

 It just didn’t seem fair to her. She hadn’t done any­thing so ter­rible. She hadn’t 
knifed any­one or stolen money. There were kids who did that and some of them were still in 
the school.

 She watched Brett’s face as he spoke to her. His tone softened, real­iz­ing that she 
was un­doubtedly up­set.

 The idea of her fu­ture sent her into panic. She had to make good.

 “I think this is a ter­rible thing to have to hap­pen to a lovely young girl like 
your­self.” That re­mark really got to Susanna. She wanted to cry. She wanted to dis­solve in a 
flood of tears and crumple up like a little rag doll. She hadn’t been able to talk to any­one yet 
about all of this.

 The bur­den of bear­ing this by her­self was too great. Susanna star­ted to cry. 
Sud­denly, the tears were more than she could con­trol. This third con­fer­ence in as many 
days drove her to the brink.

 She heaved and then the tears came. She cried non­stop for some time. She was 
totally des­troyed by the thought of her fu­ture gone down the drain. She couldn’t hold back 
her feel­ings any­more.

 Brett Markham didn’t quite know what to do. He hadn’t sus­pec­ted such a wa­tery 
re­sponse to his cas­ual and very cruel re­marks. He ex­pec­ted more of her re­serve, 
ac­tu­ally.

 But there wasn’t any­more re­serve left in the girl. She felt aban­doned, 
dis­crim­in­ated against and totally wronged. The tears just fell down her cheeks. She did not 
even bother to brush them away.

 But, when Mr. Markham didn’t do any­thing, she felt even more be­trayed. He could
at least have said some­thing com­fort­ing. But why should he? He was the one who was 
telling her all these ter­rible things.

 “I didn’t do any­thing ter­rible! Sure, I fucked my boy­friend in the stair­well, but I 
didn’t kill any­one!”

 She lapsed into tears again, and she made some un­in­tel­li­gible com­ments that 
Brett did not bother to have her re­peat. He didn’t want to in­ter­fere with her just then. He 
let her mumble on as she cried.

 “And, an­other thing. What is so ter­rible about mak­ing love? I wasn’t for­cing him. 
He wasn’t for­cing me. We wanted to be with each other. That was all that happened. 
Every­one is treat­ing me like a ter­rible hor­rible crim­inal. I’m not a bad per­son. I’m not!”

 Again, she dis­solved into tears. She thought that everything she had done in her 
thir­teen years that was good, just didn’t seem to count at all. She was a de­cent per­son, but 
no one seemed to care.

 “I didn’t do any­thing so ter­rible. I really didn’t. Please don’t treat me like some 
aw­ful per­son. I’m not.”

 This time, Susanna felt the ut­ter hope­less­ness of the situ­ation. She stopped her 
cry­ing as much as she could. Some tears still spilled down her cheeks but the tor­rent was 
gone.

 She sniffed un­con­trol­lably, try­ing to re­com­pose her­self, but she didn’t much 
care about any­thing any­more. In her very lo­gical mind, she couldn’t see the fair­ness in her 
dire pun­ish­ment.

 Brett took a deep breath and star­ted to go on, but he found that he couldn’t. He 
couldn’t bear to watch her pretty face con­tor­ted by the deep pain that she was feel­ing.

 “Susanna, please. Don’t tor­ture your­self like that. We were only dis­cuss­ing the 
worst things that could hap­pen. I didn’t say that it would hap­pen.”

 “But I did what you’re talk­ing about. I did that ter­rible thing. I have to be 
pun­ished, right?”

 “Oh, Susanna, now calm your­self. There are many things that go into my de­cision, 
you know.”

 Susanna didn’t be­lieve what she was hear­ing. She thought that she saw a ray of 
hope at the end of the tun­nel. She sniffed quietly as Brett Markham went on. She tried to be 
as quiet as pos­sible to catch everything that he said.

 “Now, one of the things that I have to take into con­sid­er­a­tion is the in­tent. That
means that you in­ten­ded to break a school rule, and know­ingly, did that any­way.”

 “Oh, but I didn’t want to do any­thing like that, Mr. Markham,” Susanna 
in­ter­rup­ted.

 “I be­lieve you, Susanna. I be­lieve you on that.”

 “Hon­estly, I didn’t even think about any­thing like that. I was so hot for him, I 
mean... I’m sorry... “ Susanna fell into si­lence. She was afraid that her care­less tongue might 
have got­ten her into trouble again.

 She looked down into her lap. She didn’t want to say any­more.

 But Brett heard her few words and the thought in­flamed him. A pas­sion so great 
that it didn’t mat­ter where they were and who might see them, that was some­thing that he 
en­vied.

 The thought that the two young people wanted to get at each other re­gard­less of 
the lack of pri­vacy, in real­ity, sparked him to some in­tense feel­ing. He en­vied the boy for 
the pas­sion that he had got­ten from this lus­cious teen­ager.

 The cock in his lap was no longer rest­ing on its nest. He could feel the life in it 
stir­ring. He wanted to touch this lovely girl and ex­per­i­ence some of the pleas­ure that the 
young boy had.

 “Don’t be sorry, dear. Go on. I need to know just what happened.”

 “You know what happened, Mr. Markham.” Susanna didn’t know how to re­spond to
some­thing like that. She couldn’t ima­gine that he wanted the in­tim­ate de­tails of her 
ex­per­i­ence with Billy. He couldn’t mean that.

 “Susanna, we are deal­ing with a very del­ic­ate prob­lem. I have to know what went
on and why, so that I can make a judge­ment on everything and de­cide what to do.”

 “You want to know why I did it?”

 “Yes, of course.”

 Susanna didn’t know where to start, but she de­cided that this was a bet­ter chance 
than be­fore. She cleared her throat and star­ted with the very ob­vi­ous part.

 “Well, Billy and I had been go­ing to­gether for the week be­fore. I had wanted him 
for a long time, but he just never no­ticed me. Then he came on really strong. I couldn’t think 
or any­thing. I just sat in class think­ing about his won­der­ful body and how much I wanted 
him.” She looked down at her lap as she spoke. She was a little em­bar­rassed to dis­cuss this 
with the prin­cipal How­ever, she wasn’t em­bar­rassed into total si­lence.

 She per­severed des­pite her dis­com­fort.

 ·’Then, that day, the day it happened, we just couldn’t take any­more of it. I didn’t 
think about any­thing but him and he didn’t think about any­thing but hav­ing me. It was 
some­thing that was big­ger than us. I mean, we couldn’t do any­thing else. So, that’s what 
happened.”

 “You mean that you couldn’t have waited till the even­ing?”

 “Oh, Mr. Markham. I wouldn’t have been able to see Billy. It was a school night and 
my par­ents don’t let me go out. On the school nights. We would have had to wait till 
Sat­urday. I couldn’t take it.” The feel­ing was com­ing back into Susanna’s mind. The or­deal 
of the past two days had driven the warmth and pas­sion out of her soul, but some of it 
re­turned now, as she spoke about it.

 “I don’t know about you, Mr. Markham, but when I want a guy so badly that I would 
do any­thing, I just can’t help my­self. I had to have him. I wanted to rub his cock in my hand 
and feel him right in there. Oops! Sorry.”

 “No, don’t be sorry. There’s noth­ing wrong with lan­guage like that. It’s the way it 
happened, isn’t it?”

 “That’s right, Mr. Markham.”

 “Then say it that way. Right out.”

 “All right, Mr. Markham. I wanted to squeeze and rub him up and down and make 
him want me. I wanted to do to him whatever I could. I couldn’t wait till the end of the week. 
I’m alive, you know.”

 “Yes, I can see that, dear.”

 “When Billy was so close to me, I couldn’t help it. I had to let him fuck me. I wanted 
him to do it.”

 “Yes, I can see that you are a hot, pas­sion­ate young girl. I can ap­pre­ci­ate that. I 
can see you tak­ing off your clothes and mak­ing it right where you hap­pen to be.”

 “Yes, that’s the way that it was Sir. Hon­estly, that’s the way.” Brett had erec­ted a 
good hard-on by this time. He was sit­ting be­hind the desk, un­able to get up for any reason,
short of a fire. He was bound to his chair by the huge hard­ness in his crotch.

 “I be­lieve you, Susanna. Now there re­mains some­thing else to de­term­ine. That 
is just what kind of per­son you are.”

 “I don’t know what you mean by that, Mr. Markham.”

 “I mean that I don’t even know you, Susanna. I’d like to get to know you and then 
make my de­cision in a few days. How is that with you?”

 “Oh, please don’t make suf­fer any­more for what I did. I know that I did it, but I 
think I’ll die if I have to worry about this un­til next week. Please, let me know what you’re 
go­ing to do to me.” Markham saw that the girl was be­ing truth­ful for him. Be­ing on trial is 
a very ex­haust­ing thing, men­tally and phys­ic­ally. He couldn’t help his feel­ing. It was too 
early for any­thing, but he con­sidered later in the day.

 “All right, Susanna. Per­haps we can get it done later on this af­ter­noon. I want you 
to go back to class and try to ap­ply your­self. Then you’ll come to see me this af­ter­noon 
and we’ll talk some more.”

 Susanna nod­ded grate­fully. She didn’t mind talk­ing the af­ter­noon away. She 
just wanted to get this over with. The sus­pense was driv­ing her crazy.

 “What time should I be here, Mr. Markham?”

 “Well, come at the end of your day. I may have to ask you to wait for a little while, 
but we can get to it al­most im­me­di­ately. Then, I will make my de­cision about what to do.”

 “Okay.”

 “Do you think that is fair to you?”

 “Oh, yes. You’re be­ing so won­der­ful to me. Thank you.” Im­puls­ively, Susanna 
got up from her seat and ran over to Mr. Markham’s desk. She threw her arms around him 
and kissed him soundly on the cheek.

 Al­most im­me­di­ately, she with­drew, con­scious of what she had done. She didn’t
want to look like a whore.

 She was only a little girl who had been hav­ing some fun. She didn’t in­tend any 
in­vit­a­tion by the ges­ture.

 Just the same, she with­drew and so stood a bit away from him.

 “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean for it to hap­pen.”

 “That okay. It was spon­tan­eous. Now, let’s ad­journ this ser­i­ous meet­ing till 
later on this af­ter­noon. See you here at three o’clock.”

 “That’s fine, Mr. Markham.”

 As she got up to leave his of­fice, Brett couldn’t help feast­ing his eyes on the lovely
legs and back­side. He swal­lowed, think­ing about what the af­ter­noon might bring for him.

 “Oh, one minute, Susanna. You might want to call your mother and tell her that you 
will be late.”

 “Of course. What should I tell her?”

 “Just say that you have an un­ex­pec­ted con­fer­ence with one of the teach­ers 
and will have to be a bit later than usual.”

 “Of course, Mr. Markham.”

 “You see, I don’t know how much time it will take to de­term­ine the de­cision. Just 
say that you’ll be late. As late as pos­sible.”

 Susanna nod­ded her head and took the phone num­ber of the school from a piece
of pa­per from the prin­cipal’s hand. He en­joyed the sight for an­other mo­ment and then 
watched her close the door.

 He had work to do. He had to build up to this af­ter­noon gradu­ally. It prom­ised 
to be one hell of an even­ing.

 He wanted to make sure that no one in­ter­rup­ted him.

 He stepped out­side of his sec­ret­ary’s desk. She was sit­ting there read­ing her 
News. He cleared his throat once, but she seemed very en­grossed in the syn­dic­ated ad­vice
column.

 Fi­nally, in des­per­a­tion, Brett walked up to her dir­ectly. She still did not re­act.

 “Mrs. Wind­ham, can I bother you for a mo­ment?” She looked up at him and 
smiled. She was a kindly older wo­man. She wore an eternal moth­erly ex­pres­sion, but 
some­how man­aged never to do any work. She in­tim­id­ated prac­tic­ally every­one, 
how­ever, with her sweet, but su­per­ior at­ti­tude.

 “Is there some­thing that you need, Mr. Markham?”

 “Yes, I would like to know my sched­ule for the rest of the day.” With the pa­tience 
that would be­fit a slightly for­get­ful child, the wo­man put her pa­per down, tak­ing her 
time to fold it. Then she shuffled through the books on her desk. Fi­nally, she pulled one 
black, soft-covered book from the rest.

 With the same air of long-suf­fer­ing pa­tience, she opened the desk cal­en­dar to 
the day’s date. She kept Brett wait­ing for some time un­til she found her other glasses and 
then pro­ceeded to read off the en­tire day’s sched­ule.

 Halfway, Brett in­ter­rup­ted her. He was dis­trac­ted by the in­ter­rup­tion of his 
thoughts about Susanna and his plan for her later on.

 “Mrs. Wind­ham, can we skip down to this af­ter­noon? What’s my latest 
ap­point­ment?”

 “Let’s see now. Ms. Mor­gan, the his­tory teacher, at two-thirty.” Brett thought for a 
mo­ment, he didn’t want any­thing too early or too late. He thought about can­cel­ling Ms.

 Mor­gan’s ap­point­ment, but then, he de­cided not to. He would simply get her 
out of the of­fice quickly.

 “Thank you, Mrs. Wind­ham.”

 “Oh, that’s all right, Mr. Markham. I’m never too busy to help you.” Frus­tra­tion 
high on his list, Brett Markham shut the door to his of­fice. He cursed the polit­ical in­flu­ence
in the school sys­tem in New York. There was no way to get rid of Mrs. Wind­ham. Ever.

 She was the wife of an old-time Demo­cratic ward rep­res­ent­at­ive. And the 
mother of the present dis­trict rep­res­ent­at­ive. She didn’t even know how to type. But then,
she never had to do any­thing like that any­way.

 The ju­nior sec­ret­ary down the hall did the un­im­port­ant things like that.





CHAPTER TWO


Susanna dialed the pay phone nervously. She didn’t want to give away any­thing 
that she felt might make her mother sus­pi­cious. She didn’t know what to say, and she was 
pray­ing that some­thing would come to her at the last minute.

 “Hello, Mommy?”

 “Yes, Susanna. What’s the mat­ter?”

 “Noth­ing. It’s just that I’ll be home later today. I have to stay to have a con­fer­ence
with one of the teach­ers.”

 She knew her mother would want to know about the con­fer­ence, and she 
hastened to de­scribe the con­fer­ence.

 “You see, next term there will be some new ways of do­ing things and I will have a 
pa­per to do. They want to get them star­ted this term. It’s some­thing spe­cial.”

 “Yes, but that doesn’t make sense. You don’t even know which teach­ers will be 
there, some­times.”

 “Mother! I don’t know. You tell me to obey what the teach­ers say and this is what 
they said.”

 “All right. How late do you think you’ll be?”

 “I’ll be home be­fore din­ner. See you then.” Susanna Was shak­ing when she hung 
up the phone. She didn’t know what to ex­pect that af­ter­noon from Brett Markham. All she 
knew was that she couldn’t let her­self get ex­pelled.

 Her mother’s tone on the phone warned her of the bal­ley­hoo that would arise 
should she be thrown out of school. And when they found out the reason, she would really be
in trouble.

 With this de­term­in­a­tion to suc­ceed in get­ting the prin­cipal to make some 
other ar­range­ments, Susanna went about her day in some sort of fog. She didn’t really hear 
her friends when they spoke to her.

 She was think­ing about how aw­ful it would be not to have any of this ever again. 
Sud­denly, the dull, com­mon­place activ­it­ies that she some­times rued were threatened 
and that was fright­en­ing.

 The fa­mil­iar is al­ways so much bet­ter than the un­known, es­pe­cially in the bad 
sense. She played with her hair, bit­ing the very ends, hop­ing that they would last forever and
that it would end quickly.

 She made sure that she avoided Billy. She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want to
know that he hadn’t been threatened the way that she had been. After all, he was a boy and 
boys were sup­posed to do bad things, right?

 With fury in her heart just then, she turned her thoughts to what she would try to 
say to Mr. Markham. She went over the in­cid­ent that seemed so long ago. She tried to think 
of so many reas­ons why she shouldn’t be pun­ished so harshly. Miss Whimple came to mind.

 She made faces when any­one men­tioned sex. The sex edu­ca­tion class was 
some­thing that she fought against furi­ously. She thought it was dis­gust­ing for any young 
wo­man to know about such things.

 She got some more sup­port than any­one would have guessed from the par­ents. 
In spite of how hip they said they were, sud­denly, when it came to sex, they got up tight and 
didn’t want to talk about it.

 That was dumb. It was some­thing that every­one liked and did. They did it, too and
Susanna could never fig­ure out the reason for their hy­po­crisy. None of the kids would have 
been there if it hadn’t been for sex.

 The day man­aged to speed by and be­fore she knew it, the fi­nal bell rang. Her 
best friend, Betsy, walked to the lock­ers with her.

 “I bet you’re glad that this week is over, huh?”

 “It’s not over yet.”

 “What do you mean?”

 The girls drew to­gether in a con­spir­at­orial man­ner. Susanna didn’t want 
every­one to now know about her meet­ing with Mr. Markham, but she figured that it was 
good for her best friend to know.

 They shared many secrets that were ver­boten to di­vulge to oth­ers. But that was 
the spe­cial part of their re­la­tion­ship. That was their secret pact.

 “I have to go see Mr. Markham again this af­ter­noon.”

 “Again? How many times do you have to see him?”

 “Oh, just this morn­ing. It was pretty heavy, but I think I can work my way out of it 
this af­ter­noon. Any­way, that’s what I’m hop­ing to do.”

 “Did he yell at you when you saw him this morn­ing? What did he say?” Betsy pulled
in even closer. Her blue eyes were wide with in­terest and curi­os­ity, all at the same time. She 
was a pleas­ant enough per­son, pretty to look at and easy to talk to.

 “You wouldn’t be­lieve the things that he said. It was so ter­rible that I wanted to die
right there. Prom­ise you won’t tell any­one about it, though.”

 “Of course, I prom­ise that, silly. Now, tell me what happened.”

 “I can’t tell all of it. I have to get back right away. I think that I might be a little late. 
But, one thing. I won’t let any­one push me around.”

 “You mean you talked back to him?”

 “Well, not fresh like, but I didn’t let him get away with any­thing. I’m a good kid, 
right?”

 “Sure, not like those girls from the lower grades who are a bunch of whores 
already.”

 “That’s right, too. They fuck all the time in school. How come they didn’t get caught 
in­stead of me?” The girls par­ted at the prin­cipal’s of­fice. Betsy gave her friend a long­ing 
look for com­pas­sion and cour­age and then walked on down the hall. All alone, the bravado
sud­denly drained out of Susanna. She was scared.

 Tim­idly, she entered the outer of­fice, where the sec­ret­ary’s desk was. The place 
was empty and Susanna figured that Mrs. Wind­ham had left already.

 Ms. Mor­gan was in with him.

 Susanna wasn’t sure if she should sit out­side and wait for the door to open or if she
should knock and let him know that she was there. Then she re­membered what he had said 
about set­ting up a new course the fol­low­ing term for the bi­cen­ten­nial. She was young 
and very in­ter­ested in her stu­dents.

 Just the same, she wasn’t Susanna and he was anxious to have done with her. He 
spoke highly of her new idea and told her that they would have a meet­ing dur­ing the 
re­cess.

 “Right now, thought, Ms. Mor­gan, I have an ap­point­ment with one of the 
stu­dents. She is wait­ing out­side.”

 “Oh, of course. I’ll get back to you next week and set up a date. I have some great 
ideas to dis­cuss.”

 “Fine. It’s al­ways re­fresh­ing to see a teacher so very in­ter­ested in her stu­dents, 
com­ing up with fresh ideas.”

 With that glow­ing com­pli­ment, he es­cor­ted her to the door. She beamed 
un­der his com­pli­ments and smiled her good­bye. She looked briefly at Susanna as she sat 
there but did not re­gister any con­cern or in­terest.

 Susanna waited un­til Mr. Markham mo­tioned to her. She went to­wards him and 
he closed the door after her.

 He smiled at her and she felt the ori­ginal blocks gone from their re­la­tion­ship.

 Brett watched the girl try to re­lax and then he smiled at her. He had been think­ing 
about her all the time that he tried to work. He had ac­com­plished little ex­cept work­ing up 
sev­eral suc­cess­ive erec­tions.

 Now that she was here, he found it ex­tremely dif­fi­cult to delay any longer. He had
not locked the door, but then, he didn’t think that such a meas­ure was ne­ces­sary. The girl 
would con­sent eagerly, he felt.

 “Susanna, I have been think­ing about this a great deal today.” He paused and 
looked at the girl to get her re­ac­tion to what he said. She sat there, ri­gid in her chair, 
listen­ing at­tent­ively to what he was say­ing. She did not smile and Brett hur­ried to put her 
at her ease for the mo­ment.

 “I think this will work out nicely. I don’t want to have to use the ex­pul­sion powers 
that I have.”

 The girl vis­ibly re­laxed a bit, but not com­pletely. She still did not un­der­stand 
what the man was get­ting at.

 How­ever, at this point, Brett got up from be­hind his desk and came over to her.

 He stopped in front of her and then, mo­tion­ing to the couch, he sug­ges­ted that 
they sit there.

 “It’s much more in­formal place to chat. I don’t like the form­al­ity of a desk. How 
do you feel about it, Susanna?”

 “I don’t mind sit­ting on the couch,; Mr. Markham.”

 “Good, then, lets. I prefer it, dear.” He fol­lowed her over to the couch and sat down 
be­side her. He made sure that he stayed a de­cent dis­tance away from the girl at this point. 
He didn’t want her to be­come agit­ated too early in the game.

 “Now, Susanna, why don’t you tell me about your­self. What are you like?” Susanna 
looked at the man sit­ting next to her. She didn’t un­der­stand what he was get­ting at 
ac­tu­ally, but she felt that she had bet­ter make it sound good. Her fu­ture de­pended on 
this, and she wanted it to go all right for her.

 “Well, Mr. Markham, I think of my­self as a de­cent per­son. A nice per­son. I like to 
help other people, get my as­sign­ments done on time and things like that, I really like school,
you know.”

 “Do you? That’s won­der­ful. There is so much more for you to go through. School, 
that is.”

 “I know that, sir. I have, been think­ing about be­com­ing a doc­tor.” Markham 
raised his eye­brow. He knew that he had her. If she wanted to be a phys­i­cian, she had to 
con­tinue with school, and he could in­tim­id­ate her with his powers.

 “As a mat­ter of fact, I was think­ing about be­ing a sur­geon.” Susanna was try­ing 
to think fast and hard. She wanted to give him the feel­ing that she was a ser­i­ous stu­dent 
and this was her only of­fense. In ac­tu­al­ity, she had no more in­ten­tion of be­com­ing a 
doc­tor than a tree sur­geon, but she felt it was good for her cause.

 “Now that will take a lot of school­ing. This ex­pul­sion will not al­low you to do 
some­thing like that. We will have to think around such a severe pun­ish­ment.”

 Susanna heard his words with a feel­ing of ela­tion. She felt won­der­ful, think­ing 
that she had come round the hard­est part. Now she could make it all the way. She sat there, 
wait­ing for an­other clue for Markham.

 “As a mat­ter of fact, Susanna, if you want to be a sur­geon, you can’t have a 
blem­ish such as this on your re­cord at all. You just wouldn’t make it into col­lege, much less 
a med­ical .school.”

 “That’s why I am so up­set over this, sir. I would do any­thing to undo the thing that
has happened.”

 She caught her­self. She wouldn’t go so far as say­ing that she was wrong. She still 
didn’t be­lieve that she had been wrong. She knew that she had been in the wrong when they 
caught her, but that was some­thing dif­fer­ent.

 “Well, shall we say that it was merely a youth­ful in­dis­cre­tion? An im­pro­pri­ety. 
Be­ing at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

 “I don’t un­der­stand, Mr. Markham.”

 “Well, Susanna, what you were do­ing wasn’t wrong. It was just that be­ing where 
you were, do­ing it, that was in­ap­pro­pri­ate. There is cer­tainly noth­ing wrong with sex, 
dear.”

 Susanna looked at him. She didn’t un­der­stand just yet, but she was get­ting some 
kind of an ink­ling.

 Markham con­tin­ued quickly.

 “Susanna, I am de­lighted to see high spir­ited young wo­men like your­self. 
Red-blooded. Hot blooded. You like sex, don’t you?”

 “Yes, of course I do. I guess that any­one who doesn’t is pretty crazy.”

 “Not that many wo­men would agree with you, you know.”

 “Well, I don’t know any­thing about that. All I know is what I like, Mr. Markham.”

 “I agree with you, Susanna. Be­ing alive al­most de­mands that you re­cog­nize and 
ap­pre­ci­ate the sexual fac­ulties that one has.” He moved over closer to her. Susanna didn’t 
move away. She didn’t quite know what to do. He was closer than he should have been as the 
school prin­cipal, but he wasn’t close enough to be fresh.

 “You hap­pen to be a, won­der­ful com­bin­a­tion. You are in­tel­li­gent and so 
very, very at­tract­ive. I must say that I envy the young man that you were caught with. He has
quite a bit of taste and luck.”

 “Why, thank you, Mr. Markham. I don’t think of my­self be­ing that great, but thanks
just the same.”

 “Oh, but you are,” he cooed to her as he slipped her arm around the back of the 
couch, just over her shoulders.

 “Ac­tu­ally, I don’t think of my­self in any terms like that. I just like to be with boys, 
and that’s that. I love it.”

 “What do you love to do, Susanna?”

 The prin­cipal was look­ing at her dir­ectly, with a great deal of in­terest. She looked
up at aim and then no­ticed that his arm was around her part of the couch. Susanna didn’t 
be­lieve it all at once, but she was be­gin­ning to get the pic­ture.

 “You mean you want to know just what I like to do?” Her tone was a bit 
in­cred­u­lous, but she star­ted open­ing up to his sug­ges­tion and his im­plied over­tures. 
They were no longer simply prin­cipal and stu­dent. He had crossed that line sev­eral minutes 
ago.

 “Yes. What makes you feel the best?”

 Slowly, as he talked to her, Brett’s hand stole down to her shoulder. He brushed 
across her blouse lightly at first. Then he ac­tu­ally touched her shoulder. He was test­ing to 
see how far he could go and just how quickly.

 As he did that, the pic­ture be­came clearer to Susanna. At first, she wanted to hit 
him. He was telling her that she could get away with the ex­pul­sion if she fucked for him.

 Mr. Markham was giv­ing her a chance to work off her pun­ish­ment. He was 
of­fer­ing her the op­por­tun­ity to be­come in­tim­ate with him and even out of her 
trans­gres­sion. She saw that rather clearly as he touched her, she had only a mo­ment to 
make up her mind.

 The fight within her mind wasn’t that great. The bit about be­ing a doc­tor was pure
fab­ric­a­tion as she knew it.

 She just didn’t want to limit her chances for her life right at this mo­ment. Not at the
age of thir­teen.

 Then, again, the reason had she got­ten into this hassle in the first place was 
be­cause she had been so hot for Billy Grover. She had been fuck­ing where it wasn’t safe or 
really fair to do it.

 It wasn’t fair to let other people come upon them. That was the part that was really 
dumb.

 But they had done it any­way, and there wasn’t any­thing that she could do about 
that part of it now.

 In less than a few mo­ments, Susanna op­ted for her con­tin­ued edu­ca­tion and 
de­cent repu­ta­tion with her par­ents. She smiled at the prin­cipal and turned very coy.

 “Well, I like to have a boy kiss me a lot. I like him to do it all over, too.” Then she 
laughed with Brett. He was rub­bing his hand back and forth over her shoulder. Then he let 
his touch steal to­wards her neck and her ear. He was mak­ing ready for the ini­tial ac­tual 
fa­mili­ar­ity.

 It didn’t ac­tu­ally take long. Brett re­cog­nized her agree­ment to the 
pro­pos­i­tion Susanna was a bright girl and she trans­mit­ted her ap­proval in very easy and 
quite clear lan­guage.

 She dipped her head against his arm and when she bumped into it, she looked up 
into the man’s eyes.

 There was an in­vit­a­tion in her glance and Brett ac­cep­ted it. He grabbed her into
his arms and kissed her.

 Im­me­di­ately, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her­self to his body.
She rubbed her breasts into his chest and made sure that he felt all that she had to of­fer.

 The ac­tion was rather frantic after that. Brett had been wait­ing and fan­tas­iz­ing 
all day along about the won­der­ful lay that he was go­ing to have. He needed some re­lief 
right then.

 Brett pushed his tongue deeply into Susanna’s mouth and taste of the wild but 
sweet pas­sion that she had to of­fer him. Her youth was burst­ing be­neath his hands and he
had only to touch and stroke to make it his own.

 As they kissed pas­sion­ately, he re­membered that he had not locked his door. He 
had not sus­pec­ted that he would need it to keep Susanna there, but he did want to keep 
oth­ers out.

 Very briskly, he broke the em­brace and looked at the girl.

 “I’ll be right back. I want to make sure that no one walks in on us.” Susanna smiled, 
but she didn’t say any­thing. She real­ized that she was in the hot­spot, not the prin­cipal. She
had to go along with it if she wanted to rec­tify her care­less­ness.

 As she watched the man cross the room, she looked at him dif­fer­ently. As the 
prin­cipal, she never looked at him with an eye to his sexual ap­peal. He was an older man to 
her.

 Now, how­ever, when it was in­ev­it­able that he was go­ing to be her lover, she 
searched his ana­tomy with a finer eye. She was not en­tirely dis­pleased by what she 
real­ized he pos­sessed.

 It was ob­vi­ous to any­one who looked that the man had an erec­tion. He was 
al­most hob­bling along to the door and then back. The grow­ing mound in his trousers was 
hard and large.

 Susanna real­ized with ut­ter de­light that she was go­ing to be fucked by a man for
the first time in her young life. She was even more thrilled when she made her es­tim­a­tions 
of how big the prin­cipal’s cock was.

 She knew what her boy­friends looked like when they got hot. This was bet­ter and 
big­ger yet. That meant that he had to be big­ger when he was un­veiled and na­ked be­fore 
her.

 As he walked back to­wards her, his crotch area was all that Susanna looked at. She 
be­came ob­sessed with his cock. She wanted to see it and know what she was deal­ing with.

 He sat down next to her, but as soon as he touched the couch, Susanna fell back 
against the cush­ions. She was beck­on­ing him to her. He took to her in­vit­a­tion and fell on
top of her.

 The couple began to kiss pas­sion­ately. They were into the ac­tion of their 
de­cisions. The time for think­ing was long past. This was time for ac­tion, and that is just what
the two of them were get­ting to.

 As he kissed her, Brett ran his hands over the firm, young breasts though he 
squeezed the nipples through the fab­ric of her blouse and bra, the sen­sa­tions were not lost
on Susanna.

 She moaned and wriggled against his hands. She was get­ting hot as he fondled 
her. His hands were big­ger than Billy’s and they were more de­cis­ive in what they wanted. 
He knew just what to do.

 This thrill of hav­ing a man make love to her was won­der­ful. She felt the 
damp­ness in her pussy grow. She could feel the sen­sa­tions get higher and wilder and that 
made her want to go all the way with him.

 Brett was ful­filling the many day­dreams that he had ex­per­i­enced that day. He 
had fucked her a hun­dred times be­fore this in his mind and now he was about to 
ac­com­plish his de­sires.

 “Come on, show me how much you love to fuck, Susanna.” He forced his tongue 
into her mouth again and this time, Susanna began to lick all around the slip­pery tool in her 
mouth. She sucked on it and than forced her own tongue into his throat.

 She licked him as much as she could and then she roamed his body with her hands. 
She wanted to make him feel that she was crazed with de­sire and the hot­test girl that he 
had ever laid.

 Susanna was be­gin­ning to en­joy the sen­tence that she had been served. She was
be­gin­ning to feel the fire in her body grow quickly. As he rhyth­mic­ally squeezed her 
breasts, the flames were fanned higher.

 They main­tained con­tact with their mouths, but Brett was too hot to be con­tent 
merely with pet­ting and neck­ing. He had to get more ac­tion. He had to know that his 
ful­fill­ment was just around the comer.

 To­wards this end, he moved his knee into her crotch. He rubbed hard against her 
pu­bic bone, rub­bing in a circle. He wanted her to know that he meant busi­ness and very 
soon.

 Susanna con­tin­ued to squeeze his cock through his pants. She was very pleased to
see how large it was.

 Her hand could not pos­sibly con­tain all the man that he was. It was much too 
large for one of her small hands.

 “Mr. Markham, you’re so very big.”

 “Brett, call me Brett, Susanna.”

 “Okay. But you’re still very, very big.”

 “Wait till you feel that in­side you. You’ll love it!”

 “I can hardly wait. Can we do it now?”

 “Any­time you say, honey.”

 Susanna took her cue and star­ted to fumble for the zip­per in his pants. Brett was 
thrilled by her en­thu­si­asm and quickly lif­ted him­self from her. He dis­en­gaged him­self 
from her and opened is pants for her.

 Then he pulled his cock out of his shorts and held his pulsing meat in his hand for a 
mo­ment for her to see.

 It was large and very red. He had al­most come so many times that day that his cock
was on a hair trig­ger.

 “Brett, it’s won­der­ful. Let me touch it.”

 Susanna reached out with her hand and grabbed his cock. Al­most im­me­di­ately, 
Brett began to feel the sen­sa­tion that ac­com­pan­ied an or­gasm. He jerked back, but her 
hand was locked around his cock.

 She didn’t un­der­stand and by the time he could speak it was too late. She held 
tightly to his cock and Brett could do noth­ing but let him­self ejac­u­late pre­ma­turely. He 
sighed and pumped his hips for­ward.

 Susanna was sur­prised as she watched the huge gobs of white come spurt from his
thick cock and spill on her skirt. It was too late to move or stop. It had happened so quickly.

 Since she didn’t know what else to do, she kept pump­ing his cock with her hand, 
bring­ing him to a full ejac­u­la­tion. She pulled on his huge cock un­til she had pumped all 
the come from him.

 It spur­ted heav­ily onto her skirt and her hand. She was wet with his creamy come 
and the feel­ing was some­thing more than she had ima­gined. She had jerked off some boys 
in the be­gin­ning of her sex life, but she wasn’t used to this any­more.

 Susanna kept watch­ing his cock spurt and jerk and listened to Brett moan as she 
jacked him to a fin­ish. She felt very power­ful as she real­ized that he was so hot for her that 
he couldn’t wait to get that huge thing in­side her.

 But Brett fi­nally stopped com­ing and he slumped against the couch weakly. He 
didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to leave it at that. He felt a bit fool­ish and while he 
de­bated the next step, the hot little child next to him made the de­cision for him.

 Her pussy ached for a stiff prick. She wanted to have him bur­ied deep in­side her 
ream­ing her as he pumped that stiff meat into her. She had to have that, now that she was so
totally worked up.

 Through a mix­ture of lust and curi­os­ity, she bent her head to his crotch and took 
his wet and limp­ing cock into her mouth. The feel­ing against her lips was some­thing very 
wel­come.

 The sur­prise of hav­ing Susanna go down on him startled Brett into ac­tion: He 
real­ized that he hadn’t touched her very much. And, ap­par­ently the girl had no de­sire to 
cut this meet­ing short.

 Pleased and re­ju­ven­ated, he began to play with her again. Only, this time he went
for the more im­port­ant loc­a­tion. He lif­ted her skirt and fingered un­der her slip.

 She was wear­ing panty­hose, so he could do no more than fin­ger hotly against 
her tight nylon crotch guard.

 How­ever, she felt the frus­tra­tion as keenly as he did and in­ter­rup­ted her 
suck­ing to quickly dis­card her panty hose and her panties.

 She re­arranged her­self into a more com­fort­able po­s­i­tion and they began to 
play with one an­other again. This time, how­ever, they were in the per­fect. Po­s­i­tion for a 
sixty-nine.

 Brett was sud­denly ex­cited by the un­ex­pec­ted pos­sib­il­ity. He pushed her legs
apart and dived into her crotch. He rubbed his nose into the sweetly scen­ted bush of hair, 
teas­ing them both with the tip of his tongue.

 Susanna felt the first stab of his tongue in her pussy and she shrieked. She had 
never been eaten be­fore.

 She knew that the guys did it to some girls, but she had never had any­thing like 
this.

 Brett was in full con­trol of his eat­ing and he held her in the po­s­i­tion that he 
pre­ferred for this del­ic­acy. He fingered around the sweet lips, gently rub­bing his fin­ger tip
into the tight crevice that awaited him soon.

 When he had her lips stretched wide open, he flicked the tip of his tongue against 
her ex­ten­ded bud. It pulsed as he neared and then re­turned to please her im­meas­ur­ably.

 She began to lick more of his soft cock as he tongued her pussy. She could fit a lot 
of him in her mouth since he didn’t have a hard-on. It was ex­cit­ing to stuff the soft lumpy 
thing into her mouth.

 She was ex­cited know­ing that it would soon grow hard and long again. She 
wanted to feel him stabbing her with that long rod deep in her cunt. That was one of the 
reas­ons why she sucked so eagerly.

 As he licked her pussy all over, she found that she could not stand the wild need in 
her body. She longed to have him stick his cock in her. She wanted to have him do 
some­thing to her.

 She wiggled her back­side and pressed her­self up against his mouth as much as 
she pos­sibly could.

 Susanna wanted to be fucked badly. Very badly. She knew that she needed to have 
his cock hard for that and she began to suck very deeply on his still soft cock.

 They were at least fif­teen minutes into the suck­ing and Brett was sur­prised to feel
some life re­turn­ing to his withered cock. He felt the spark and as her tender young mouth 
sucked hard, the tip of his cock began to get hard. He was get­ting a full erec­tion.

 As he grew, it be­came im­possible for her to keep much of him in her mouth. 
Fi­nally, all that she could handle was the very tip of his cock. She opened her mouth wide and
began to suck and lick all around it. She was very pleased that she had man­aged to get his 
meat hard again.

 Brett kept play­ing with her tender box, tit­il­lat­ing her un­til she was con­stantly 
wig­gling and jerking in­vol­un­tar­ily as she pressed her sens­it­ive clit­oris. It was much too 
much for her.

 “Brett, I have to have you. I need you in my pussy.” Her plea was met with equal 
en­thu­si­asm, and as they righted them­selves, Brett stopped to re­move his trousers and his 
shorts. He did not want to be hampered by any­thing.

 In turn, Susanna took off her skirt. She wanted to feel his cock and his balls 
slam­ming into her body without any cloth­ing in­ter­fer­ing with their pleas­ure.

 Once she had her skirt off, she pulled off the half slip and she lay there half na­ked. 
Her pussy was wet and the soft hair was mat­ted against her par­ted lips.

 Brett looked at the in­vit­ing sight and he felt his cock jump. He could feel the 
blood pulsing through the thick piece of meat and he wanted to bury it in her sweet tight 
cunt.

 He threw him­self on her and began to kiss her. He felt his na­ked cock rub against 
her own na­ked­ness and he shivered. He was go­ing to be in­side her very shortly. That was, 
the most thrill­ing thing that he could ima­gine.

 He began to rub his cock against her as he kissed her. He would have loved to kiss 
and fondle her nipples as he fucked her, but this was as good a place to start as any.

 He stabbed at her ab­do­men over and over. Fi­nally, in des­per­a­tion, Susanna 
placed her hand around his cock and squeezed it.

 “Put him in, honey.”

 “That’s just what I in­tend to do, Brett.”

 With a sly smile on her pretty lips, Susanna squeezed him as she placed him just 
out­side her tender open­ing. She was hot and to please her­self, she rubbed his cock against 
her throb­bing clit­oris.

 The sen­sa­tions of his tool rub­bing her made her go wild. Susanna felt the same 
feel­ings that made her fuck Billy there on the stairs. She couldn’t con­trol her­self any more.

 In des­per­a­tion, she searched out her own hole and placed Brett just in­side her 
open­ing. She forced her hips up­ward driv­ing him into the wet­ness. He gasped as his huge 
head was squeezed into the tiny open­ing.

 “I can’t be­lieve how small that it is. How great!”

 “Just fuck me. I’m hot and I have to be fucked.” Brett smiled in his ex­cite­ment. That
was what made her fuck that boy. He knew that about her. She was nat­ur­ally a hot girl. She 
had to have a cock in her when she got hot and there was noth­ing else to it.

 He was thrilled that his cock was around now that she was aroused again. He 
suffered his mem­ber to be used in this way and sighed as she pulled at his stiff prick.

 “Come on, Brett, stuff it into me! Come on!”

 “Don’t worry, you’re go­ing to get all I have.”

 “I have to have it now! Don’t fool around.” He was pleased with her en­thu­si­asm 
and began to thrust his cock into her pussy. He thrilled each time that he felt a bit of his thick 
cock im­pale her tight cunt. She was tighter than any­one he had fucked in many a year.

 “Oh, what a tight cunt!”

 “That’s right. It’s tight all the way in. Why don’t you find out about all of it?” She was
teas­ing him into bury­ing his cock all the way. He knew it and she knew it. She was hot for 
him and now was the time for the pay­off. He was pleased and began to plumb her for the 
bot­tom.

 As he squeezed his huge cock into her young cunt, Susanna moaned. She was 
be­ing stretched apart. She was be­ing tom to pieces and she loved it. His cock was the 
biggest that she had ever had.

 “Oh, Brett, stuff me all the way! I have to have it!”

 “I’m go­ing to fill you with all the cock that you can take and more. Then I’m go­ing 
to fuck you un­til I shoot every drop of come into you. It’s go­ing to come out your ears.” The 
idea teased and de­lighted her. She ima­gined be­ing squir­ted so full of come that she 
sloshed when she tried to move. It was a tit­il­lat­ing idea and she ground her hips to get 
more feel­ing from his thick cock.

 Her pussy was get­ting wet­ter and wet­ter. Her pussy juices were slick­ing his cock 
so that each time he with­drew for an­other stab at her cunt, his sock shone in the light of the 
small of­fice.

 The feel­ings were get­ting bet­ter for both of them. Brett had stuffed her cunt full 
of his cock. As he felt the sen­sa­tions get­ting bet­ter, he rammed into her at a faster speed. 
He wanted to make her come first.

 He wanted to make her go wild. He was curi­ous to see what she would do when 
she came. He was thrilled that she was un­der­neath him and that his cock was plumb­ing her 
cunt. He was hot for her.

 As he stroked deeply into her cunt, Susanna reached be­hind him and pressed the 
flat of both hands against his ass. She was try­ing to push him into her deeper and deeper. 
She was too hot to lie there and get fucked.

 “I have to have all of it. Push it in!”

 “Okay. Put your legs up around my back.” Susanna obeyed his com­mand and threw
her legs up over his back. Im­me­di­ately, she felt the dif­fer­ence in the pen­et­ra­tion. His 
cock sliced deeper into her and opened her cunt up even more.

 “Ahh! That’s so won­der­ful! More!”

 “You’re go­ing to get all you can handle, you hot little bitch!” Her en­thu­si­asm was
driv­ing him crazy. He en­joyed the fact that she wanted to come and take pleas­ure from his 
cock. She was not at all shy about want­ing what his cock could give her.

 Brett could feel her hips ro­tat­ing and for­cing the come from his cock. He 
re­turned the move­ments by grind­ing into her. He threw his weight into fuck­ing her and 
felt his cock throb­bing even more force­fully as he neared his limit.

 “I’m go­ing to have to shoot into you soon. How are you do­ing?”

 “Just keep fuck­ing me! Come on! Don’t stop!” Susanna was truly high. She was 
close to get­ting off and she wanted it. She was try­ing hard for that come that she needed 
and she wasn’t go­ing to give it up very eas­ily.

 She grim­aced as she worked her­self higher on his thick cock. She needed a few 
more hard strokes to make it and she just couldn’t stop to think of any­thing else just now. 
That was all she cared about.

 She was so near her or­gasm that Susanna didn’t breathe at all. She held her breath 
as she fought for the last vi­tal stim­u­la­tion. She had to make it and the des­per­a­tion 
trans­lated into frantic move­ment.

 Susanna was work­ing her­self all over the thick cock ram­ming into her. She was 
work­ing in­de­pend­ently, as it were. Even though she was be­ing fucked by the man, she 
was try­ing for the feel­ing that she needed.

 Then the ma­gic star­ted to work. The feel­ing in her pussy star­ted and she didn’t 
stop for a second un­til she had got­ten there. The itch­ing was driv­ing her crazy and the 
only way to scratch it was to drive that cock in and out of her un­til she burst in­side her head.

 The feel­ing was grow­ing and she was just about to make it. She felt Brett be­gin to
slow his move­ments and she got frantic.

 “No! Don’t stop! Now now. I’m com­ing! I’m mak­ing it!” She was des­per­ate. She 
pumped hard against him and he re­sumed his strong strok­ing. But when he real­ized that 
she was in­deed com­ing, he slammed his cock into her over and over again.

 Each time, as he slammed her, she screamed into his neck. She was bit­ing him to 
help her­self take the su­preme pleas­ure that she was ex­per­i­en­cing. She was no longer 
aware of where they were or what was hap­pen­ing out­side of the cock plunging into her 
cunt to make her come.

 “More! More cock. Shove it all the way in. Shoot into me!” Susanna was ex­hib­it­ing
the wild pas­sion that had driven her into the im­pro­pri­et­ous act sev­eral days be­fore.

 She was hot and com­ing and she would con­tinue un­til she fin­ished.

 He let his cock en­joy the feel­ing of be­ing squeezed and of hav­ing his come 
vir­tu­ally sucked from his balls.

 Her cunt was young and strong and very de­mand­ing. She knew what she wanted 
and she wasn’t giv­ing up on it.

 He banged her un­til he felt the small hairs on his balls tingle. He was so close to 
shoot­ing off that he could taste it. He wanted to fill her with all the come that he had.

 He banged into her twitch­ing pussy over and over un­til he felt the first spurt. He 
grunted as he felt him­self giv­ing up the strong and salted come that she loved.

 “Take it, you hot little bitch! You wanted it, now take it.” He pumped into her, us­ing 
al­most every word for em­phasis to his ac­tions. She was grind­ing and hump­ing her­self 
over his spew­ing cock and didn’t seem up­set at be­ing reamed so power­fully.

 Susanna felt the hot gush of come into her pussy and she thrilled to the wet 
feel­ing. She felt him shoot over and over again and it only in­creased her own pleas­ure.

 After she had come, her pussy seemed to get tighter and she could feel all the 
move­ments of his cock in­side her.

 “Give me every bit of it, Brett. Come on!” Brett re­spon­ded by slam­ming into her 
with a new force. He spread her pussy so wide that she screamed anew. He was tear­ing her 
apart and she loved it. The last shot of come drove deeply into her and she .was wild.

 At last the come was spent and there was noth­ing to do but col­lapse on top of 
each other. She was still mov­ing as the man stopped and shivered in po­s­i­tion. She was 
ready to keep go­ing. She was a hot young thing.

 She could have taken more if he had it for her. But he had come twice in so short a 
time that he was drained for the mo­ment. He slouched on top of her, breath­ing deeply to 
get his breath con­trol back.

 “Wow, what a little wild one.”

 “I have to have it, that’s all.”

 She was pant­ing too, but she looked into his eyes and she knew that there was no 
pos­sib­il­ity of get­ting thrown out of school. Brett Markham, prin­cipal of P.S. 737 was too 
punked to do more than smile tiredly.

 Susanna lay against the fab­ric of the couch, feel­ing for the first time, the 
un­com­fort­able tex­ture of the cloth.

 She felt at peace for the first time in three long ter­ri­fy­ing days.

 It was a good feel­ing, and she didn’t care how long she lingered. She was safe and 
no one need know about that in­cid­ent at all. She was safe and she en­joyed the new­found 
pro­tec­tion that she would un­doubtedly en­joy now.

 Susanna began to have wicked thoughts as the se­men seeped from her stretched 
and sat­is­fied pussy. She thought about all the priv­ileges that she was go­ing to have from 
now on.

 The in­dis­cre­tion aside, the prin­cipal was now in no po­s­i­tion to in­tim­id­ate 
her ever again. And, be­sides all that, it was the greatest lay that she had ever had. His cock 
was big­ger than any­one else’s that she’d fucked in all her thir­teen years.

 Very smug and sat­is­fied, Susanna smiled to her­self as she cradled the man’s head 
against her shoulder. He was still sleep­ing and she was ex­cited about her new free­dom to 
move.





CHAPTER THREE


As Susanna left Mr. Markham’s of­fice, she did not no­tice Mr. Shaef­fer, the 
sci­ence teacher. She was feel­ing rather safe and se­cure and she didn’t mind be­ing late for 
din­ner.

 Ted Shaef­fer was friendly with Brett Markham, since they were close to the same 
age. They got to­gether after work some­time, and had a few drinks. They were both mar­ried,
but they some­times tried to get some sweet young things to talk to them at a bar.

 Of course, the sweet young things that they were flirt­ing with were ob­vi­ously of 
age. They were nowhere near the age of this tender, but hot young stu­dent. Ted was 
con­fused at see­ing the girl.

 She was smil­ing and ob­vi­ously very gay. He had heard some­thing of a ru­mor 
about her trouble. Miss Whimple could not keep any­thing a secret when she wanted to 
pun­ish someone. This girl was her tar­get.

 He knew that the girl had done some­thing very bad, ac­cord­ing to the old biddy. 
But most of the fac­ulty just smiled and for­got about what she said. She was eager to get 
most of the young people in trouble.

 How­ever, this time, Miss Whimple was talk­ing about hav­ing the child ex­pelled 
from the school. That was a pretty ser­i­ous of­fense that she was talk­ing about in this case, 
and now that he saw the young girl com­ing out of the prin­cipal’s of­fice at such a strange 
time, he grew even more curi­ous.

 He waited an ap­pro­pri­ate amount of time and knocked on Brett’s door. He saw 
the lights, but he didn’t hear any­thing for the mo­ment. He had no way of know­ing that 
Susanna had left Brett sleep­ing.

 It was get­ting late and after say­ing good­bye to him softly by kiss­ing his ear, she 
had eased her­self from be­neath him and got­ten dressed.

 She didn’t bother to wipe up the come that was still ooz­ing from her pussy.

 Though she called to him just be­fore she left, he was still asleep. She didn’t know 
what else to do and be­sides, he was on his stom­ach. His cock was hid­den from any­one’s 
view.

 Even when she tried to get his pants up over him, he just shrugged her off. So, she 
had just left them draped over his back­side.

 “I have to go, Brett. I can’t stay. My mother will be angry, any­way.”

 “You go on. Great lay.”

 He had sleepily curled up oh the couch and quickly dropped back into an elated but
ex­hausted sleep. She had no choice but to leave. She un­locked his door and not know­ing 
that she had to lock it again, left the door closed but un­locked.

 Not hear­ing any sounds from be­hind the door, and just hav­ing seen the girl leave
the of­fice, Ted be­came a bit anxious and sus­pi­cious. He knew that she was the girl that 
Miss Whimple had been talk­ing about and sud­denly it seemed very im­port­ant to find out 
if Brett was all right.

 He turned the doorknob gingerly. He was a bit con­cerned about what he might 
find on the other side. He had no idea of what had just gone on, and he sus­pec­ted 
some­thing was not right.

 He cracked the door and peeked in­side, but he could see noth­ing. The couch was 
be­hind the desk from this view and he could not see any­one. He saw no signs of any foul 
play and he star­ted to close the door.

 Brett could be in the men’s room and have left the girl there to put her coat on. But 
as he star­ted to close the door, he heard a rust­ling sound. He stopped cold and listened.

 He heard some deep breath­ing and his curi­os­ity grew im­mensely. He thought 
about what might have happened. Why would Brett be asleep after the girl left his of­fice?

 He opened the door a bit wider and poked his head into the room. At that point, he
could see some­thing just past the desk, but he couldn’t make out Brett on the couch.

 There was a strange scent in the room and now that Ted no longer feared any 
mis­chief, he felt braver. After all, he had knocked. He went into the room and walked 
to­wards the form on the couch.

 When he saw that the man was na­ked from the waist down, he stood there 
shocked. He didn’t know what to think. He was try­ing to de­cide what to do, but his time was
run­ning out. Brett was be­gin­ning to come fully awake.

 In a flash, Ted put two and two to­gether. He didn’t know ex­actly what had gone 
on, but it was eas­ily sup­posed. He had no de­sire to be caught look­ing at Brett’s bare butt 
and the other side of it.

 He quickly and quietly stole out of the room and closed the door be­hind him just 
as Brett star­ted to yawn and sit up. He listened from out­side the room for a minute and 
what he heard con­firmed his sus­pi­cions.

 “Susanna? Honey, where are you?”

 He walked away from the door in a sort of shock. He didn’t know what to do. He 
didn’t even know what he thought about it. He was so shocked, but tit­il­lated in one way.

 He de­cided to let it pass. He wanted to watch this from afar and see what kind of 
at­ti­tude the prin­cipal took to the girl’s of­fense and her pun­ish­ment. It could not be 
sub­stan­ti­ated by his word alone, he knew that and he could lose his job as well as the 
friend­ship by be­ing too open about it.

 He went back to his of­fice to get his coat. He knew that he should be get­ting 
home. He might bump into Brett on the way out. In fact, he was hop­ing that he could. That 
would be in­ter­est­ing.

 He went out into the hall and waited for some sound com­ing from down the hall 
where Brett’s of­fice was. He wanted to time his exit at the pre­cise mo­ment. He figured that 
Brett wouldn’t want to talk to any­one just now, any­way.

 He crept a little closer to the prin­cipal’s of­fice and listened. The light was still 
burn­ing but there was no sound com­ing from it’s dir­ec­tion. He sighed and de­cided to 
pass this up.

 As he passed the of­fice, how­ever, the light switched off and the door opened. 
Brett strolled out and seemed a little sur­prised to see any­one around on a Fri­day even­ing.

 “Ted, what keeps you here on a Fri­day?”

 “Some­thing I wanted to get ready for Monday. I hate to work at home some­times.
Es­pe­cially on a Sunday night.” They laughed, know­ing that many teach­ers left their 
pre­par­a­tion for tests and such for the very last mo­ment, just as some stu­dents were 
al­ways tardy with as­sign­ments.

 “I could ask you the same ques­tion, Brett, but I know you’ve been hav­ing some 
trouble with some stu­dents.”

 Brett’s eyes clouded for a mo­ment. He looked dir­ectly at Ted. He had asked Miss 
Whimple not to say any­thing to any­one at all un­til he had seen the chil­dren in­volved.

 It was enough that the guid­ance coun­selors and such would be in­volved. He 
didn’t want the stu­dent’s re­cords ruined by some hearsay. He didn’t want to be sued by 
ir­ate par­ents, either, if the ac­cus­a­tion turned out to be false. It was known to every­one 
,on fac­ulty that Miss Whimple, the last of the old line school marms was out for blood with 
some stu­dents. Es­pe­cially the pretty girls. Susanna fell into this cat­egory.

 “What kind of trouble are you re­fer­ring to?”

 “Miss Whimple’s great dis­cov­ery. She wouldn’t say what ac­tu­ally happened, but 
she in­tim­ated that it was of a dis­gust­ing nature and that the only an­swer was ex­pul­sion.
That’s pretty heavy.”

 “Damn that wo­man. She goes spread­ing stor­ies without any basis. I will have to 
dis­cip­line her, in­stead of the kids in­volved.”

 “Then she was just be­ing the old maid that every­one knows she is?”

 “Well, to be hon­est about this, she did have reason to re­port the young­sters, but 
it was cer­tainly not of the pro­por­tions that she claims.”

 “What are you talk­ing about, Brett? You’re driv­ing me crazy with curi­os­ity.” Ted 
laughed, but his mind was brist­ling with ac­cus­a­tions and ex­cite­ment. He was wait­ing for
the of­fense and then the man’s an­swer about dis­cip­line.

 “It’s noth­ing. She caught a couple neck­ing and pet­ting on the stairs.”

 “And that is what she was call­ing for ex­pul­sion about?”

 “Well, I guess to someone her age and of her lim­ited ex­per­i­ence, that is the most
hein­ous crime that a young girl can com­mit.” Brett thought quickly. He knew that the other 
two who had in­ter­viewed Susanna had heard her con­fess to what she had done. They 
would have to be ad­vised of the out­come of his “con­fer­ence with the girl and her 
par­ents.” That would en­tail a re­com­mend­a­tion not to say any­thing of the nature of the 
of­fense and to strike the re­cord from the stu­dents’ files. He would claim that the par­ents 
showed up with a law­yer. That was enough to scare any edu­cator these days.

 Brett de­cided to add a few of­fi­cious re­marks to can­cel the mat­ter 
per­man­ently. He walked out into the dark­ness still talk­ing evenly about the event. He 
spoke eas­ily, hav­ing thought out some of the words earlier that day.

 “Ac­tu­ally, the girl is very nor­mal, de­cent stu­dent. The boy is a good stu­dent 
too, though not of the same qual­ity as the girl. I can’t see in­ter­rupt­ing their ca­reers for 
some­thing so tri­fling. It was quite a nor­mal thing to do.”

 “Well, is there any law about this in the codes of con­duct for stu­dents?”

 “I sup­pose there might be, but I have to make the de­cision based on our present 
real­ity. I can re­mem­ber kiss­ing a girl when I was their ages. I just never got caught.”

 “That’s so true. It’s a good thing that those kids have you for a prin­cipal. Some 
other guy might think of that as very ser­i­ous and at least sus­pend them.”

 “I just don’t like to be un­fair. Justice be­longs to kids, too, Ted.” Ted was amazed at 
Brett’s abil­ity to talk like that. He thought of the girl walk­ing out and the smile on her face. 
Then the pic­ture of Brett’s na­ked bot­tom flashed into his mind and he had to cough to 
over­come his de­sire to say some­thing.

 “So, I guess that the case is closed on those two stu­dents?”

 “Sure. I saw her early this morn­ing and we re­solved the mat­ter at that time. She’s 
a lovely stu­dent. Nice de­cent kid.” Ted stopped at his car in the park­ing lot and said his 
good night to Brett. He was dy­ing to sort this all out. He figured that he knew the truth 
already, but he was still too much in shock to say it, even to him­self.

 He watched Brett get into his car and drive away. The man waved as he passed him 
and wished him a happy week­end.

 “Say hello to Sally and the kids, Ted.”

 “Sure. Same to your fam­ily, Brett.”

 He was amazed at the man’s calm and de­tach­ment. He had a sud­den thought 
and it froze him. Brett didn’t act very dis­turbed. He seemed quite in con­trol of him­self. That 
meant only one thing.

 Some­thing like this was not un­usual to him. He must have done this with other 
girls for some time. The idea that the prin­cipal had been ex­tort­ing sex from re­cal­cit­rant 
stu­dents was ex­cit­ing and shock­ing.

 Through­out the week­end, Ted could not get it off his mind. He kept think­ing 
about Susanna and the con­ten­ted smile on her face. He wished that he had looked closer to 
see if she was damp or some­thing like that.

 His thoughts flew the range of be­ing shocked at the man’s be­ha­vior and of 
ex­pos­ing him for what he was, all the way to won­der­ing just how they did it. He found 
him­self mak­ing up the in­tim­ate parts for him­self.

 By Monday morn­ing, Ted was just as up­set about it. He came to ac­cept it, but he 
was not settled in his mind as what he should do about it. He simply could not for­get what 
he had seen and what he knew must be the truth about it.

 He knew that this was the last week of the semester. There would be a break for the 
in­ter­ces­sion of about a week. Then the new semester would be­gin. He de­cided to wait for
a while and think it over a bit more.

 How­ever, he was asked to take over a class and it turned out to be one in which 
Susanna was in. He found that he spent the en­tire time star­ing at her, won­der­ing what she 
and Brett had done.

 It was sur­pris­ing to him. She looked the way she al­ways did. She was a very 
at­tract­ive girl. She usu­ally wore jeans, like most of the other stu­dents, male or fe­male. She
wore tight blouses and shirts, some­times, and she didn’t like to wear a bra.

 Of course, Ted didn’t re­gister the bit about not wear­ing a bra. He only knew she 
had a nice pair of tits and he could usu­ally make out her nipples whenever he saw her.

 To his sur­prise and his em­bar­rass­ment, he found that he was get­ting an 
erec­tion from his thoughts dur­ing the class. He was mak­ing a fool out of him­self and some
of the stu­dents were look­ing at him with a curi­ous glint in their eyes.

 This was the week when little was done. There were some tests sched­uled and then 
it was all over. He de­cided that he wasn’t go­ing to be able to fin­ish the class and de­cided 
to give them a read­ing as­sign­ment.

 He had to sit there for a while un­til his cock went down. He knew that he would 
have to get up after the class, and he didn’t want to be em­bar­rassed when the bell rang.

 He sat at the desk, but he could not get his thoughts free of that fetch­ing 
creature’s sexy body. He didn’t know what to do. Sud­denly, he no­ticed that Susanna was 
look­ing at him. He didn’t know why. He hadn’t real­ized that she had seen him star­ing at 
her.

 Then, too, what he didn’t know was that she had spoken with Brett early that 
morn­ing. He had wanted to know when she left and if any­one saw her leav­ing.

 “Well I didn’t see any­one. But I don’t know if any­one saw me. I just don’t know.” 
All week­end, Brett had been some­what sus­pi­cious of Ted. He was un­com­fort­able about 
the fact that his door had been open and that someone could have seen him sleep­ing in his 
half-na­ked state.

 And Ted had asked about Susanna. That seemed to be rather in­ter­est­ing. Of 
course, it could be noth­ing. But then, it could be some­thing. He spoke to Susanna about it.

 “I think that Mr. Shaef­fer might have seen some­thing. That might mean trouble.”.

 “You mean, I could get ex­pelled after all?” The ter­ror was back in the voice again. 
Brett didn’t like the fact that someone else might dic­tate things in his school, and he quickly 
put the child at her ease.

 “No, I don’t think so. It just might be wise if you keep your eyes open and see if he 
no­tices you more than usual.”

 “I don’t have him for a class. I hardly ever see him.”

 “Well, just the same, watch for any signs.” And that was just what Susanna had been 
do­ing. When he walked in to take her reg­u­lar sci­ence teacher’s place, she was shocked and
a little nervous. She didn’t want any­thing to screw up her safety and se­cur­ity.

 Some­thing came into her head when she no­ticed that he was star­ing at her. She 
had ex­per­i­enced a new sense of power when she fucked for Brett. She now had some 
power over him. It was a bind­ing re­la­tion­ship for them both.

 If she could get some­thing on Mr. Shaef­fer, that, would make her power­ful 
enough to keep him in­ef­fect­ive.

 She thought about it dur­ing the class. She was puzzled by his ac­tions and his 
ob­vi­ous mis­takes.

 She no­ticed that he was sit­ting down dur­ing the last part of the class and she 
star­ted to get sus­pi­cious that he might be hid­ing some­thing. She looked at the teach­ers 
in a dif­fer­ent way since Fri­day af­ter­noon.

 She had never thought of them ‘as po­ten­tial lov­ers. She al­ways con­sidered 
them part of the in­sti­tu­tion of school. She was in­ter­ested in her boy­friends and that was 
where it ended with men for her.

 How­ever, her at­ti­tude had changed drastic­ally. She star­ted to no­tice the 
dif­fer­ent male fac­ulty and to look at them as real men, not just as teach­ers. Ted Shaef­fer, 
of course, was a dif­fer­ent case al­to­gether.

 When he gave the read­ing as­sign­ment, she just stared at him. She had pretty 
much de­cided how she could ap­proach the en­tire mat­ter. She could make the ini­ti­at­ive 
and see what his in­terest was.

 She was safe in any case. If he re­spon­ded to her flir­ta­tions, he would be 
in­crim­in­at­ing him­self to some de­gree, and if he turned her down flat, she could al­ways 
say that he had tried to get fresh with her. Brett would back her up.

 Any­way, all the kids saw that he was act­ing funny that day any­how. She felt safe 
and cocky. She sat through the rest of the class look­ing at him. She was pleased to no­tice 
that he was look­ing back and he seemed up­set.

 What she didn’t know was that he kept ima­gin­ing her in every dif­fer­ent 
po­s­i­tion with Brett. He kept see­ing his na­ked ass hump­ing in the air as he fucked her 
over and over again.

 Sud­denly he was charged with enough sexual en­ergy to fuck a re­gi­ment of girls. 
He thought about her tight jeans and how they fol­lowed the crack in her lus­cious fanny. He 
wanted to touch every part of her.

 When the bell rang, he was still a pris­oner of the desk. He couldn’t get up un­til the
class left and he had to leave be­fore the next class and teacher came in. He had no de­sire to 
ex­pose his in­dis­creet con­di­tion to any other mem­ber of the fac­ulty.

 The stu­dents filed past him, some giv­ing him curi­ous looks, the ma­jor­ity, 
how­ever, too ab­sorbed in their own worlds to no­tice him. He thanked his stars that they 
were only kids after all.

 But, to his dis­may, he no­ticed that Susanna was linger­ing. She smiled at him as 
she ap­proached his desk.

 He couldn’t help but look at her crotch as she neared him. She was a sexy wench 
after all.

 Ted shook his head as he no­ticed her smil­ing at him. He was get­ting to be too 
much. Be­fore this, he cer­tainly no­ticed some of the girls. There were al­ways those girls who
ma­tured very young and no man could avoid look­ing at them.

 How­ever, here he was with a huge hard-on that he couldn’t seem to get rid of. He 
wasn’t get­ting any help, moreover, from the pres­ence of this fetch­ing young lady.

 “Hello, Mr. Shaef­fer. I’m so glad that you were our teacher for today.”

 “Oh, why is that?”

 “Well, I’ve never had you in class. I never got a chance to be with you for this long a 
period. It’s nice, es­pe­cially the way you were look­ing at me.” He was totally tongue-tied. He 
didn’t know what to say. He was aware that he looked at her a few times, but he real­ized that 
he must have been star­ing at her if she said it.

 “Well, you are a very pretty girl, Susanna.”

 “I’m so pleased that you know my name, Mr. Shaef­fer. That’s a com­pli­ment.”

 “Not at all. I make it my busi­ness to know most of the stu­dents.” He real­ized that 
he had slighted the girl, and he hastened to cover his care­less re­mark.

 “I mean that I nat­ur­ally get to know the bet­ter stu­dents. Know about them, 
any­way.”

 “And what do you know about me?”

 “You? Noth­ing. Should I know some­thing about you? Are you do­ing some­thing 
in your sci­ence class?”

 Susanna wasn’t sure if he was be­ing truth­ful. She didn’t trust him, es­pe­cially after
the way that Brett had spoken and after Mr. Shaef­fer had been star­ing at her all morn­ing. 
She was won­der­ing if she had grown an­other tit.

 “No, not ex­actly. I just do what every­one else does.”

 “Oh, well, that’s very nice.” He was wish­ing that she would go, but then, he was 
hop­ing that she would stay, too. He found him­self at­trac­ted to the girl. He found that he 
wanted to get to know her for him­self.

 He was pretty sure of what had happened last Fri­day, but some­how, all he wanted 
was a shot at it too. He knew that was wrong. He knew that he should not con­sider 
some­thing like that at all.

 But some­how, he couldn’t help him­self. All he could think of was get­ting hold of 
her and bit­ing into that lus­cious little body. He found him­self look­ing at her over and over 
again.

 “I have to go to class, Mr. Shaef­fer, but I hope I’ll see you really soon. As a mat­ter 
of fact, per­haps there is some­thing that you can help me with right away.”

 “Of course. Any­thing that I can do, you are wel­come to, Susanna.”

 “Thank you. I’ll see you after school, okay?” He found him­self nod­ding and 
agree­ing to see her after school. He star­ted to think of what might hap­pen after school, 
and he still couldn’t get out of the mood. As she walked out of the room, his eyes fol­lowed 
her and watched her juicy ass shake in his face.

 Luck was with him. As the next bell rang, no one entered the room. Ap­par­ently, 
this room was empty for this period. He was saved. He sat there, think­ing about what had 
happened and little by little, he began to plan for the af­ter­noon.

 Just the same, he was able, after a while, to force his hard-on down. He had 
an­other class to teach that morn­ing and he knew that he had some work to do for the test 
that he had planned.

 He fi­nally man­aged to get to the lounge and do the work that he had to. But all 
through the test, he couldn’t for­get about that sexy young girl. He was ima­gin­ing what she 
might try to do to him and what he could do in re­turn. He was truly hot.

 The day fi­nally ended, and Ted was more of a wreck than he ima­gined. He was 
tighter than a string. He was strung out with sexual ten­sion and the least little thing up­set 
him.

 He waited in his small of­fice cu­bicle for Susanna. He was try­ing to do some work 
for the next day, but he wasn’t get­ting any­where. He was hot­ter than any­thing and he had 
to con­sciously force his cock to re­main soft.

 It was a dif­fi­cult pro­cess, how­ever, when all the thoughts that ran through his 
head were rather in­flam­ing ones. Ones that pic­tured her without any clothes, eat­ing his 
cock, or sit­ting on his cock, rid­ing up and down hard and fast.

 Fi­nally, he heard foot­steps and he saw a form out­side the fros­ted glass of his 
of­fice. There was a knock on the door and he rushed to open it. The of­fice was rather small, 
since the school was old and the of­fices were meant for the smal­ler people years ago.

 “Mr. Shaef­fer? Can I see you now?”

 “Of course. Come on in.”

 “Oh, what a cute place. It’s like a mini­ature of a classroom. I have never been in this
of­fice be­fore at all. It’s kind of close, though.”

 Susanna said this as she brushed by Ted to sit on his desk. There was a chair for 
vis­it­ors but she didn’t use it. She figured that she might as well get off on the right cheek in 
the right place.

 If he didn’t want her the way that she thought, he would put her out or in her place 
right away. When he just looked at her, she felt a bit more con­fid­ent and con­tin­ued with 
her pass at him.

 “I’ve al­ways looked at you dur­ing the re­cess peri­ods. You’re a very hand­some 
man, do you know that? So virile and at­tract­ive.”

 “Thank you, Susanna. That’s a very nice com­pli­ment com­ing from such a lovely 
young girl as your­self.”

 “I’ve al­ways wanted to kiss you, did you know that?”

 “Why, I find that hard to be­lieve. You must have so many boy­friends.”

 “Sure. But I like men. A man is dif­fer­ent, you know.” She reached out her hand and
touched his chest. He felt an elec­tric spark go through him. He could feel a spark fly through 
his cock, as well. He didn’t know how to re­act.

 “I love the feel­ing of a man’s body. It’s so strong. Men feel dif­fer­ent in bed. That’s 
a fact.”

 He felt the lump in his crotch grow each time she rubbed her fin­gers up and down 
his tie. He didn’t want to give in but he knew that he was aching to touch her and to have her 
touch him.

 “I love kiss­ing a real man. That’s the best of all to kiss. I can tell you that. I’ve 
wanted to kiss you for so long.”

 Without wait­ing for a re­sponse from him either way, she popped off the table into
his arms. She kissed him deeply on the mouth, mak­ing sure to thrust her tongue into his 
mouth.

 She wiggled and pressed up against him. She made sure that she felt everything 
that he had in­side his pants. She was pleased that he had a good hard-on. She knew then 
that he was not lead­ing her on into some kind of trap.

 Susanna did her best to in­sure that his hard-on would stay and he would be 
get­ting un­con­trol­lable very soon. She rubbed her ass up and down, dry-hump­ing against 
him.

 She had done that with some of her boy­friends be­fore she ac­tu­ally had fucked 
any one of them. That was a big thing to her in those days gone by. Now she didn’t have to 
rely on some­thing as kid­dish, but it worked to get a guy hard.

 Ted could do noth­ing ex­cept fol­low the needs gnaw­ing at him in­side. His cock 
was telling him to throw her on the desk and fuck her. Just like that. Fuck her and get it over 
with.

 He hadn’t been able to think of much else lately. She had it com­ing, teas­ing him 
that way. He could see that she was be­ing very for­ward, but he didn’t care right now. All he 
wanted was some re­lief from his aching balls.

 “I’ve wanted to fuck you. You know that, Susanna? I really want to fuck you.”

 “In here? There isn’t much pri­vacy.”

 She had got­ten very wary of the places that she used for her play. She had no 
de­sire for Miss Whimple to come along and find them fuck­ing. That would be too much 
grief for any­one to handle.

 But Ted was too hot to be sens­ible. He wanted to put his arms around her and feel 
her tits. He wanted to squeeze her and press his cock deep into that lovely cunt. He wanted 
her and he was so hot for her that he couldn’t wait.

 “Okay.”

 He dragged her over to his chair. He could hardly walk be­cause of his erec­tion, but
he man­aged to get the other chair and some heavy books stacked in front of the door.

 Any­one want­ing to come in would have to push rather hard to move that stuff an 
inch, much less be able to sur­prise them. Ted felt safe and he went back to where he had 
placed Susanna.

 He picked her up and sat down him­self. She im­me­di­ately came into his lap and 
star­ted to kiss and caress him. She pushed her hand down into his crotch and fondled his 
cock.

 It was as hard as Brett’s and she thrilled to the memory of that thick piece of meat 
pound­ing into her. She thought of the won­der­ful feel­ing when he had pen­et­rated her 
with his prick. She longed for more of it now.

 But she had Ted Shaef­fer in tune right at the mo­ment.

 She was quick about it. She had some of her friends to meet after school and 
be­fore she went home. She didn’t want to take that much time with this. She would get her 
thrills and make him come and go on home.

 In keep­ing with her haste, she reached down and began to un­zip his pants. She 
wanted a look at the cock that she was go­ing to fuck, any­way. She could feel her panties 
get­ting wet from the ex­cite­ment that she felt.

 Ted nearly went wild when he felt her fin­gers touch­ing his bare cock. He star­ted 
to pant and he touched her tits. He grabbed them and squeezed them. He wanted to shove 
his cock into her right away.

 “Come on, take your pants off.”

 Susanna wasn’t that eager to be caught com­pletely un­dressed. She was wear­ing 
jeans and she would be left bare if any­one caught them. She thought for a minute be­fore 
mov­ing.

 Then she re­membered some­thing she had seen and been told about. She figured 
that it would be good right now.

 “Look, I’ll take them down part of the way and then, you fuck me from the back, dog
style.”

 The idea in­flamed Ted. He hadn’t thought about that. He was con­sid­er­ing her 
rid­ing his cock in his lap, but this was even bet­ter. He nod­ded as Susanna un­zipped and 
un­buckled her jeans.

 She pulled them down with her panties and turned around. She was stick­ing her 
un­blem­ished young ass up in his face, since he was sit­ting down. Ted’s heart raced as she 
saw her white globes in his reach.

 “I can’t help it, Susanna.”

 She looked back, but not be­fore he had be­gun to lick up and down the crack of 
her ass. He just kept lick­ing and then he searched out her hole. He was press­ing his fin­ger 
into it over and over again.

 Each time that he frigged her, his fin­ger emerged drip­ping with her juice. He was 
about to go wild from the thought of his thick cock into the tight hole.

 “Shit, you’re even tight on my fin­ger.”

 “Try it with your great cock.”

 “That’s just what you de­serve. I’m go­ing to ream out that cunt of yours.” She 
wiggled her fanny as he fingered her harshly for the last time. She laughed but she wasn’t 
feel­ing that funny. She was hot her­self.

 “You bet­ter fuck me with that big fat thing. I’m horny for it now.”

 “Well, get ready.” Ted took his fin­ger from her drip­ping honey pot and got up 
from the chair. He po­si­tioned him­self right be­hind her and then guided his cock with his 
hand. He poked the tip into her and felt the tight­ness all around his bulbous head.

 The sen­sa­tional pleas­ure was too much for him to handle eas­ily. He be­came 
some­what wild about fuck­ing her. He pushed his cock fur­ther into her very tight hole.

 “I’ve never fucked any­thing so small be­fore. You’re so tight, Susanna.”

 “And you’re the biggest cock that I’ve ever fucked, Mr. Shaef­fer.”

 “Ted. Call me Ted.”

 “Okay. Fuck me Ted.”

 Susanna was bent over the desk on her el­bows, wait­ing for the deep strokes into 
her tight box. She wanted that stiff, huge prick stuffed into her all the way. She was grit­ting 
her teeth as he teased her, un­know­ingly.

 She was des­per­ate for the ful­fill­ment of the de­sires that now burned in her 
tight, young cunt. She knew from then on, she couldn’t be sat­is­fied with the boys who she’d 
fucked be­fore this.

 She pushed back into the mon­ster cock that was im­pal­ing her. She had to be 
fucked all the way. That was the only thing that she could think of. She was too hot to think of
any­thing else.

 Mean­while, as Ted fucked this young stu­dent, he could feel his balls aching with 
the load that he was car­ry­ing. All week­end long, he was more ex­cited than scan­dal­ized.

 Now he was ac­tu­ally fuck­ing the pretty brownette. Her soft pussy hair was 
sur­round­ing his cock and he was thrust­ing deep into her tight cunt. It was more than he 
could com­pre­hend all at once.

 He knew that he could fuck her all af­ter­noon. He was so hot for her. It had worked
out so beau­ti­fully. She had ap­proached him and he had to do noth­ing about mak­ing a 
pass at her.

 She was very straight­for­ward. He could not blame the prin­cipal for tak­ing her. 
He figured that he would have done the same thing in his place. She was too lus­cious a piece
of ass to let go.

 He watched her young ass twitch as he fucked her. She was strain­ing back onto his 
cock, try­ing to stuff him deeper her­self. She was a very in­de­pend­ent lover. She tried for 
her own pleas­ure on her own.

 She was tight­en­ing and twist­ing her ass and her cunt all at the same time. 
Susanna was one hot little cunt right then. She tossed her long hair as she humped with the 
homy sci­ence teacher.

 Ted was al­most all the way in her cunt, but there was still an inch or so of his cock 
un­sat­is­fied. He was hot and didn’t wish to wait any longer. He plunged into her and didn’t 
stop for a mo­ment.

 She screamed out and Ted’s hands tightened around her hips. He was be­gin­ning 
to go wild. He was for­get­ting all about where they were and that they should be quiet.

 He could only think of slam­ming into her tight cunt un­til he shot his come. He 
could only think of banging into her un­til he creamed in her young pussy. It was tight and 
wet. Oh, so wet. She was hot­ter than any broad that he’d fucked.

 Susanna felt his hands on her hips and she thrilled to the mean­ing. She was go­ing 
to make it soon. She was go­ing to be roy­ally fucked by this fat cock. That was bet­ter than 
any­thing she could think of.

 “You go­ing to make me cream all over you, Ted.”

 “Go ahead, Susanna. Go ahead. See if you can frighten me.”

 “I’m only telling you the truth.”

 “That’s right. And I’m go­ing to blast you with more come than you can ima­gine.”

 “Good. I love come all over me! Hot steamy come!” Susanna was very hot and she 
felt sud­denly very ba­sic. She wanted to feel an­other guy in­side her. She wanted to be 
covered with come. But more than any­thing, she wanted to feel Ted blast her with his come.

 She needed to get off rather badly. She was hot and itchy in­side her tight cunt. She
felt it be­ing stretched and tom apart and she loved it. She wanted more of it. All she would 
con­cen­trate on was the fant­astic feel­ings in her cunt.

 Ted was ready to blow his wad in­side her cunt. He could feel her tight flesh tighten 
fur­ther about him as he moved in­side her. He could feel his fat cock head be­ing squeezed 
to in­tense pleas­ure as she moved her pretty ass around.

 He banged hard into her and he could see how her pussy clung to his cock. It was a 
greedy pussy. A hungry, greedy cunt. Wet cunt that was suck­ing his cock off right in­side her 
cunt.

 She moved more quickly now. She was hot to have her pussy fed. She wanted the 
cream that he was hold­ing in his tre­mend­ous balls. She felt them slap against her ass and 
thighs and she thrilled to it each time.

 The in­side of her cunt was hot­ter than a fur­nace. She was so wet that the 
slap­ping noises were louder than their breath­ing. Susanna was push­ing back on his mighty 
cock, try­ing to stretch him­self over it all the way.

 As she wiggled and ground her­self on his tool, she didn’t real­ize how much she 
was tor­tur­ing Ted. He couldn’t stand much more of it. He was about to slam his come into 
her in great big hot splashes.

 His or­gasm rose fast. He couldn’t stop it, nor did he choose to stop it. He thought 
of only one thing his cock.

 He could only think of his cock ex­plod­ing into her box. He could only think of 
shoot­ing deep into her, for­cing her to scream out and cry with pleas­ure. He wanted to feel 
her cunt quiver all over his cock.

 He in­creased his move­ments and Susanna knew that he was about to make it. She 
heaved her­self back­ward onto him and felt his cock be­gin to jerk in­side her. She felt it very
strongly and then he was pant­ing and grunt­ing.

 She felt the hot gush in­side her. He was hit­ting her with a great deal of force. Ted 
was banging deep into her cunt and each time that he forced more come into her tight 
crevice, some spilled out and ran down her legs.

 She was wet and hot and the come shoot­ing into her pussy set her off again. She 
was too far gone to even pause. She was for­cing her­self onto the shoot­ing cock as her own 
or­gasm began.

 The tight pussy twitched and the muscles con­trac­ted to squeeze out the last of his
come. He was tired, but he kept slam­ming into her as long as she moaned and thrust her 
hips all about.

 “Fuck me, Ted. Fuck me now!”

 “I’m fuck­ing you!”

 He was tired and from the way his heart was beat­ing in his chest, he felt as though 
he would have a heart at­tack. But he couldn’t stop. He was taken up with her fren­zied come.

 Even though he was fin­ished him­self, he couldn’t stop mov­ing. He couldn’t back 
off from her tight, con­vulsing cunt. He wanted to, had to keep fuck­ing her un­til she was 
fin­ished with her come, too.

 Susanna was a wild little beast as she fucked out the last of her come. She held onto
Ted’s cock as greed­ily and wouldn’t let go un­til she was com­pletely fin­ished. When she was
too tired to move, she slowed and then stopped mov­ing.

 She col­lapsed on top of the desk, pant­ing like the hot little cunt that she was. She 
had just fucked one of the more con­ser­vat­ive of the teach­ing staff and she was thrilled by 
it.

 Slowly, Ted pulled out of the tight, wet cunt. She was covered with his and her own 
come juices. The juices were pour­ing down her legs, onto her jeans. Some of it was on his 
pants too. The hair on his balls was mat­ted with per­spir­a­tion and come.

 They were covered with their greed and pleas­ure. They were both ex­hausted, but 
ex­tremely sat­is­fied. Ted stood there, his cock hanging limply at his thigh. He was about to 
pull out his handker­chief and dry him­self off and put it away, when Susanna in­ter­rup­ted 
him.

 She was still tired, but she quickly turned around and got to her knees. She took the
limp cock into her mouth and licked all the salty juices from it. She tongued his cock and then 
his balls.

 She was thrilled with the state of her own cunt as well. It was a strange and sweet 
taste. Sort of neut­ral, too.

 She could only know that it was the taste from her pussy.

 She felt the come run­ning down her legs as she licked at him and cleaned his cock 
and his balls up and it thrilled her even more. She was totally in­volved with her sexu­al­ity.

 After all the stray come had been claimed, she kissed the soft, plushy tip of his once 
mighty cock and stuffed it back into Ted’s trousers. She got up, sighed and pro­ceeded to 
reach for her pock­et­book.

 But, in­stead, Ted handed her his large handker­chief. She took it and care­fully 
wiped her pussy with it. She looked at him and saw that he was watch­ing her clean up.

 She smiled at him and when she was fin­ished, she gave it back to him. It was wet 
with both their juices and she teased him with it.

 “Now you can touch it and re­mem­ber the time that we fucked to­gether.” Then 
she no­ticed that his ini­tials were on the handker­chief. Susanna real­ized that it would be a 
good bit of luck to have some­thing like that soiled in that man­ner.

 She took it back from him and stuffed it .into her pock­et­book. Then she smiled at 
him slyly and winked.

 “I think I’d rather keep it. That way, I can smell it and re­mem­ber the taste and 
feel­ing of your cock in­side me.

 I’ll mas­turb­ate with it, too.”

 The thought was ter­ribly erotic to Ted. He eagerly let her have it. He liked the 
im­age of this sexy young thing jack­ing her­self off on his scum-covered handker­chief. He 
could get off think­ing about that.

 There was noth­ing left to say, so Susanna ar­ranged her­self de­cently and went to 
the door. Ted moved the things away from the door, and she opened it. She smiled at him. A 
new area of lov­ers was open­ing to her.

 “You really know how to fuck. I hope I can get it again, some­time Ted.”

 “Sure. Why not?”

 He closed the door and leaned against it. He had just ex­per­i­enced the most 
ex­cit­ing fuck in his life. She was tight and hot and very juicy. His cock throbbed as he 
re­membered the epis­ode.

 Now he was locked into some­thing that be had not planned. He had just 
jeop­ard­ized his ca­reer and was pretty much a cap­tive of that sexy young girl. Any­time 
that she wanted to use him, she would be able to.

 He was at her dis­posal any time that hot cunt of hers needed some stuff­ing. He 
would fuck her on a mo­ment’s no­tice. He loved the feel­ing that he had just ex­per­i­enced. 
It was some­thing so very thrill­ing. It was for­bid­den and he could al­ways be put down for 
what he had done.

 He smiled and went back to his desk. He pat­ted the now soft in­stru­ment of 
pleas­ure that lurked be­neath the cloth of his trousers. He had just fucked his first young 
stu­dent. This might be only a be­gin­ning.

 A thought came to him as he flipped through a small text. How many of the other 
teach­ers had some­thing go­ing with their fe­male stu­dents? It cer­tainly was not out of the 
ques­tion.

 Hadn’t he al­ways trus­ted and re­spec­ted Brett Markham? He had never 
sus­pec­ted any such thing. He wondered to him­self just how many had things go­ing on the
side to make sure that things went well for the stu­dent body.





CHAPTER FOUR


Brett sat there think­ing about what Susanna had told him. He had man­aged to 
have sev­eral young stu­dents dur­ing the year, but he was grate­ful for the tip that she had 
given him.

 He could feel his cock re­spond to the news that he had heard. They had been 
talk­ing after one of their re­cent ses­sions. He some­how couldn’t man­age to let go of her 
pretty cunt.

 “It’s the truth. They fuck in the build­ing all the time. That was why I felt so angry 
when I got caught.”

 “Well, where do they do it?”

 “All over the place, but mostly down in the base­ment, I hear. There was one that I 
heard about. She even charges for it.”

 “Oh, how ter­rible. I’ll have to do some­thing about it.” Susanna smiled at him. She 
liked hav­ing an af­fair with the prin­cipal. She knew that he liked to fuck a lot of the girls, but 
she also knew that he didn’t keep a re­la­tion­ship with any of the oth­ers.

 She had been angry that last semester when she had been with Billy. She knew of 
many other girls, mostly younger, who did it, and she was de­term­ined to get their asses in 
trouble.

 “I’ll try to find out more about it, Brett. Then I’ll tell you more.”

 “That would be very kind of you, Susanna. I don’t know what I would do without 
you. You’re so very help­ful.

 And sexy!”

 He smacked her on the back­side and she got up from the couch. She winked at 
him and went out the door.

 He was left alone to think about the bevy of young hot things that he had been 
miss­ing.

 He sat in his of­fice and felt his cock get­ting hard, just think­ing that there might 
be a score of new girls to fuck. He could trap them and then use them for his pleas­ure.

 He had an un­con­trol­lable urge to run into the base­ment and search out the 
nu­bile sex ped­dlers. He thought about some of the younger fe­male stu­dents that he had 
no­ticed. They weren’t all that bad, either.

 Susanna said that she could do the leg work for him. She was quite a girl and in the 
three months that they had been fuck­ing al­most reg­u­larly, they had come to know and 
re­spect each other.

 He re­cog­nized his re­spons­ib­il­ity to her. He knew that she was now turned onto
men and he had to keep her fur­nished with an older man’s spunk. She was in­sa­ti­able for 
the fat snake hid­ing in his trousers.

 Just the same, he liked to keep a steady sup­ply of girls com­ing into his of­fice. He 
glanced down at the memo from one of the other teach­ers. It was re­lat­ing the ter­rible trick
that this stu­dent had played on her.

 It was a whoopee cush­ion that was placed on her seat. He found him­self 
chuck­ling at the thought of the teacher, some­what large in girth, set­tling her frame onto a 
loud fart­ing noise.

 How­ever, such a prank was not worthy of any real dis­cip­line. Not to him, any­way.
He scribbled a note onto the memo ask­ing the teacher to have the guid­ance coun­selor deal
with it.

 He sat there won­der­ing when Miss. Whimple would come up with some new 
of­fend­ers for his scru­tiny. In one way, she was his sup­plier. Many of the girls that he 
en­joyed came to him through her. He gave up on hav­ing any­thing fur­ther that day and 
went on to some work that he had to com­plete. He sighed when he thought that he would 
have to ask Mrs. Wind­ham to type some­thing.

 The ju­nior sec­ret­ary was out. She had just had a sur­gical pro­ced­ure that no 
one really knew about. She had entered into a con­fid­en­tial pact with him. She was still 
young enough to turn him on.

 Be­ing only eight­een-years-old, she was amen­able to some ex­tra­cur­ricular 
activ­ity As such things will hap­pen, she be­came preg­nant and he agreed to keep it a 
secret. Since she did not even in­tim­ate it, he knew that it was his child.

 Just the same, he was de­lighted that Mrs. Wind­ham would have to struggle 
through some real work, for once in her life. He made sure that he scribbled in his worst 
hand­writ­ing.

 Maybe he could in­furi­ate her enough to make her quit. He ser­i­ously doubted it, 
but per­haps she could get a bet­ter job some­place where she didn’t have to be bothered 
with ac­tual work.

 While Brett Markham plot­ted some de­vi­ous scheme to get his sec­ret­ary to do 
some work, Susanna was sit­ting with her girl­friend, Betsy. They had a free period for study, 
but they weren’t study­ing.

 “You don’t mean that he ac­tu­ally did it with you? Really?”

 “Now, you prom­ised not to say any­thing. I could get ex­pelled if you did.”

 “Cross my heart, Sue. Tell me about it.”

 “Why would you want to know what it’s like?”

 “Why not?”

 “Oh, you only like boys. You said so your­self.” Susanna was be­ing very smug. She 
just couldn’t keep her secret any­more. She had man­aged to be si­lent even from Betsy 
about Brett Markham and about Mr. Shaef­fer. How­ever, she was proud of what she did and 
she wanted to brag to someone.

 Her girl­friend sat there with her mouth hanging open. She was fas­cin­ated by 
what Susanna was telling her.

 The envy was there in her eyes, and she wanted to know all about it. She was 
be­gin­ning to be­come ex­cited, just think­ing about it.

 “Oh, Sue ! Stop it. Just be­cause you’ve been fucked by real men, you don’t have to 
be that smug about it.”

 Susanna looked at her friend. She wondered if she wanted some­thing to do with 
one of the two guys. That would be some­thing. She could be a pimp. Only in re­verse.

 “You want a try at him your­self?”

 “Oh, Sue, how could I do that? Then he would know about this.”

 “About what?”

 “About you telling me. Then you would be ex­pelled.”

 “It doesn’t have to work that way. I can do it. I know that.” Susanna’s mind star­ted 
to race. She had changed a great deal these past few months. She learned to lie and to 
mis­rep­res­ent and now she was won­der­ing how much money she could make from both 
ends.

 Sure. She could get Brett to pay her for the con­nec­tions and then, she could 
change the girls, too. That would be a great way to make money. She thought about it for 
an­other minute and star­ted to get very ex­cited about it.

 “I can ar­range it. Think about it. Hav­ing it with a real guy. And the prin­cipal!” 
Betsy melted in­side. She had never thought about older men be­ing very sexy, thought she 
al­ways loved some of the act­ors in movies. Some­how, she just didn’t con­nect them with 
their ages, though.

 Betsy did it with her boy­friends, but not as of­ten as Susanna did. She wasn’t as 
hot-blooded. She knew that, but some­how, the idea of mak­ing it with the prin­cipal was 
some­thing dif­fer­ent.

 “How would you do it?”

 “Never mind that. You just think about it and if you want to, I’ll ar­range it. For a 
small fee of course.”

 “Susanna! That’s be­ing a..a..”

 “A pimp? So what?”

 Susanna was feel­ing very smug. She thought about how much money she could 
make. She knew that Brett would go for -it. He was a first class per­vert. A nice guy, but 
def­in­itely a per­vert. He might even love it right now. If she could work it, he might pay her a
premium for each girl that she was able to sup­ply. That was a nicer word, any­way. A 
premium. She re­membered the younger girls that she was go­ing to try to loc­ate and 
sud­denly de­cided to do some de­tect­ive work.

 “Look I think I’ll take a walk. You think about it.” She left her friend Betsy look­ing at 
after her with a mix­ture of dread and ad­mir­a­tion. The idea of fuck­ing the prin­cipal was 
quit a tempt­ing one. It would be like hav­ing some­thing secret all her life.

 Susanna knew that some of the girls got into ac­tion early in the morn­ing. It was 
early af­ter­noon, and that seemed a bet­ter time for her to go prowl­ing. She did have a 
cer­tain de­gree of seni­or­ity over these kids. She was gradu­at­ing and would be go­ing to 
high school in the fall.

 There was a shop in the base­ment of the school build­ing. Susanna knew that they 
would prob­ably go into the other end of the build­ing, but she wasn’t fa­mil­iar with that 
part of it.

 In­stead, she went right by the shops. They were rather com­plete, with sev­eral 
dif­fer­ent shops there. A metal work­ing shop and a wood­work­ing shop were in­cluded in 
this base­ment.

 There was no class in ses­sion, and Susanna stopped to watch a few dark comers. 
She didn’t see any­one, but she bet that she could find at least one couple. She con­tin­ued to
look in the dark spots.

 Then she spied the stair­well that led into the sub-base­ment. No one used that at 
all. She quietly opened the door and she al­most cheered. She heard some noises and saw 
some shad­ows.

 She closed the door be­hind her and crept into the semi-dark­ness. She tried to 
ad­just her eyes to the light down there. She could only make out a pair of people and she 
knew that she could have to go closer.

 She crept over to the edge of the stair­well and then al­most flattened her­self on 
the floor. The couple were on the next land­ing. That was pretty smart. Un­less you were 
look­ing for them, you wouldn’t look there.

 She fi­nally star­ted to see someone. The girl had light colored hair and the guy was,
well, she just couldn’t see him yet. Then she saw that they were half na­ked. They both had 
their pants off.

 She ad­jus­ted to the avail­able light and then she was shocked and sur­prised. The 
girl was on of the younger girls that she saw pretty of­ten. She would never have sus­pec­ted 
that she fucked like this.

 She wasn’t a bad-look­ing girl. She was twelve, she figured, since she was in the year
be­low Susanna. She had a firm ass and as she wiggled and giggled, Susanna no­ticed the 
glint of her juices on the girl’s thighs.

 They were just be­gin­ning to really fuck. She still couldn’t see the boy, but he had a
big prick, she knew that.

 She heard his voice, though.

 “Come on, Car­men. Get on it. We have to get back for His­tory.”

 “Oh, Peter, you’re al­ways in a hurry. I love to fuck with you.” Then they were si­lent 
again. Susanna felt her­self get­ting aroused, and she was no longer simply watch­ing.

 She was en­joy­ing the ac­tion. She wasn’t sure who the kids were ex­cept for their 
fist names, but it was fun get­ting the data.

 Car­men lif­ted her­self up and Susanna saw that her blouse was open. Her small 
tits came out into sight and the boy grabbed at them. He squeezed them hard and she said, 
“Not so hard, Peter! You’ll twist them off!”

 “Oh, shut up. Car­men. You’re a hot cunt, any­way. You don’t care what I do to you. 
Next time, I’m go­ing to fuck you in the ass, I think.”

 “Ohh, Peter, you wouldn’t do that, would you?” She laughed and then bent over and
kissed the boy. He was still shrouded by the dark shad­ows and all Susanna could see was his 
cock. It looked just great from where she was. Maybe she should ex­plore some of the 
younger kids, too.

 “Come on, Car­men, you cock .teaser! Get on my cock and fuck it!”

 “Not so fast. You know that I like to play this way. Shut up!” The girl took the cock 
that she was hold­ing in her hand and rubbed it up and down along the slit of her cunt.

 She was press­ing him against the wet clit­oris that was mak­ing her wiggle and 
giggle.

 She kept teas­ing the boy by bring­ing the tip of his cock al­most to the open­ing 
of her pussy but then push­ing back and pulling it out of range once more. The male 
un­der­neath the girl was go­ing slightly in­sane.

 “I’ve got to have it! Come on! I paid you two dol­lars!”

 “Oh, that’s noth­ing. Some guys pay me ten dol­lars! I let you have me for al­most 
free.

 “Shut up you little squirt.”

 “Little squirt, huh? Well you seem to think that my cock is big enough.”

 “It is. So stop act­ing like a jerk!”

 “Like a jerk, huh? I’ll show you cunt!” Susanna was get­ting aroused as she watched 
the strange and stir­ring scene. She hugged closer to the floor as the boy pushed up and 
pulled Car­men down. He was haul­ing her un­der him and was go­ing to fuck her.

 “You can’t do this to me!”

 “I can and I’m do­ing it. Shut up!”

 By then, he had the girl un­der­neath him and Susanna saw his wet cock flash­ing in
the red exit-sign light. It was a very big cock all right. He was a kid, but he was well hung.

 Then she heard the girl moan­ing and protest­ing, but noth­ing was go­ing to stop 
that boy Peter. He jabbed at her and Susanna watched his ass twitch as he flexed his muscles. 
He was for­cing his cock into her cunt.

 “You’re too big for me to do that. Easy!”

 “I’m go­ing to shove this all the way in. You did it your­self. Now take it!”

 “No, Peter, no!”

 The girl pleaded in vain. The boy was too homy and hot to stop what he was do­ing.
He plunged to­wards the girl’s tight cunt and his big cock stretched and tore it’s way into her 
tight chan­nel.

 “OW!”

 “Shut up!”

 Then Peter grunted and pumped his ass up and down her. The girl was cry­ing by 
now and he seemed to have gone wild. He was pound­ing into her cunt without stop­ping 
Susanna figured that he was go­ing to come pretty soon.

 She got a kick out of see­ing the way his back­side was mov­ing. She had never 
watched a couple fuck­ing.

 She never knew what a turn-on it was. She was get­ting so homy that she didn’t 
know what to do about it.

 She slipped her fin­ger into her crotch and rode the seam of her pants up and 
down, press­ing down every now and then. The sight be­low her was more erotic than she 
had ever ima­gined pos­sible.

 “Peter, you’re tear­ing me apart. Stop. It’s too fast and hard!”

 “Shut up. I’ll make it nice and wet for you, Car­men. Then it won’t hurt you 
any­more.” He was some kind of fuck­ing an­imal right then. Susanna watched the way his ass
twitched and flexed and knew that his cock was slam­ming into her pussy. Her legs were wide 
open around his hips. It was so crazy watch­ing this way.

 She was thrash­ing her legs about and the thought of the way that his cock was 
pun­ish­ing her pussy was enough to al­most make Susanna come. She thought about 
hav­ing a mon­ster cock stuffed into her pussy and hav­ing the same thing down to her.

 In -ef­fect, the teas­ing girl was now be­ing raped. She had teased him to the point 
past where he could take it.

 He was now tak­ing the mat­ter into his own hands and his own cock.

 Car­men moaned and cried and Peter banged away at her tor­men­ted cunt. 
Susanna felt a bit un­com­fort­able listen­ing to the girl’s ap­par­ent cries of pain, but then, as
she lay there, the sounds changed. Car­men no longer was cry­ing out in pain. She was 
moan­ing softly now. She was mov­ing her hips up and down and press­ing her pussy against 
his gi­ant cock. She was co­oper­at­ing fully with her fucker.

 The sounds were lower now. The sounds of her juicy cunt were filling the air. 
Car­men was be­gin­ning to en­joy the forced entry. She wrapped her arms around and then 
dropped one of her hands to his ass cheeks.

 Susanna could only see their bot­tom halves clearly, and she could see Car­men’s 
hands very well. They were grip­ping the boy’s ass cheeks sep­ar­ately, squeez­ing and 
push­ing them against her.

 Then the girl did some­thing that Susanna had never seen. She went in between the
boy’s ass and ran her fin­gers up and down the crack. She dipped down and star­ted to stroke
his balls.

 Peter star­ted to rock into her harder then ever. Susanna was sur­prised that he 
hadn’t burst yet. He had been fuck­ing her pretty hard for a while now. But just the same, she 
watched.

 Car­men’s fin­ger searched out his ass crack again and this time, she fingered his 
as­shole. She circled around it and Susanna no­ticed the way that Peter flexed his ass.

 She was teas­ing his as­shole and then, she got really ser­i­ous. While Susanna 
watched, Car­men’s slim fin­ger worked its way into the tight brown hole. It was puckered and
ac­cep­ted the fin­ger right away.

 “You bitch! You bitch! You’re tear­ing my ass up!”

 “Shut up and keep fuck­ing, Peter.” She bur­ied her fin­ger deeper and deeper into 
the boy’s anus and Susanna watched without tak­ing a breath.

 It was more erotic than she had ever ima­gined it could be. Watch­ing a girl stick 
her fin­ger up a guy’s anus and Susanna watched without tak­ing a breath. It was more erotic 
than she had ever ima­gined it could be.

 Watch­ing a girl stick her fin­ger up a guy’s as­shole while he was fuck­ing her cunt 
was some­thing that she just never thought about.

 Then, when the fin­ger was far enough in, Car­men star­ted to frig him with it. She 
used quick in and out mo­tions, fuck­ing his ass while he fucked her cunt. It was some­thing 
that she would have to try.

 But right now, she had to fin­ish watch­ing them fuck. They were pretty close to 
com­ing, she guessed. Both of them were squirm­ing on the ground and Car­men’s fin­ger 
frigged faster and faster in Peter’s as­shole.

 “Ahh, here I come!”

 Peter shrieked and then he slammed his cock deep into the tight cunt he was 
fuck­ing. He squeezed his ass tight on the in­trud­ing fin­ger and Susanna knew that he was 
filling Car­men’s cunt with a load of cream.

 “You’re get­ting what you de­serve.”

 “Ha, you really think you’re hot shit!”

 “Not enough?” He con­vulsed and shot more. “Where you gonna get more from?”

 “Look out, bitch!”

 “Give it to me you rat, bas­tard!”

 The girl frigged him hard and then, she went wild, too. She must have star­ted to 
come, Susanna figured as they both thrashed about on the floor. She wanted to come, 
her­self, as she watched them tor­men­ted by their in­tense pleas­ure.

 “Fuck me, you! Fuck me!”

 The girl was gone com­pletely. She was prac­tic­ally yelling. Her jump­ing about was
more erotic be­cause Susanna wasn’t sup­posed to be there. She was a voyeur and her own 
pussy was throb­bing wildly. She wanted to re­lieve her need.

 The couple fi­nally col­lapsed on the floor and lay there for a while. Susanna knew 
that she had bet­ter be go­ing, since she didn’t want to be there when they left.

 She was hot, any­way, and she wanted to get to some­place where she could 
mas­turb­ate and dis­solve the gnaw­ing at her in­side. She would never to able to com­plete 
the day with that nag­ging at her. She knew her­self well enough to be­lieve that.

 She inched her way back on the land­ing, since the couple would be more aware of 
noise now that they had fin­ished their fuck­ing. She didn’t want them to see her. She had 
plans that didn’t in­clude them know­ing who turned them in.

 Once she was clear of the rail­ing, Susanna got up on her hands and knees and 
backed to­wards the door.

 When she got close to the door, she turned around and al­most screamed.

 A man was in the shad­ows, wait­ing for her. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t
want to go back down the stairs, but she didn’t want to go in to him. Just then, how­ever, the 
man grabbed her wrist and pulled her out­side the stair­well.

 She was too sur­prised to res­ist him. She was in a state of shock when they got out 
in to the reas­on­able light of the base­ment. Her eyes clouded for the mo­ment, after 
hav­ing ad­jus­ted to the dim red light of the base­ment stair­well.

 When her eyes cleared, she al­most fain­ted. She opened her mouth to scream from
sur­prised, but the man put his hand over her mouth and car­ried her into the classroom at 
the other end of the base­ment. Then Susanna did faint.





CHAPTER FIVE


When she woke up, Susanna didn’t be­lieve it. She was only out for a few minutes 
but some­how, the man had man­aged to get her into the small room be­hind the work 
shops.

 “You shouldn’t have been there, girl. You were in my spot. What’s your name?”

 “Susanna Reasoner, Mr. Axel.”

 “Aha. You know me, don’t you?”

 “Of course. You teach shop here.”

 “Your boy­friends take shop here.”

 “Yes, that’s right. What are you go­ing to do to me?”

 “What would you like me to do to you?” Susanna thought about how homy she had
been just a few minutes ago. She didn’t know if he had seen her work­ing on her crotch. She 
didn’t even know how long he had been there. “I don’t know.”

 “Did you like what you saw down there?”

 “Well, I. “

 “Don’t kid me. I saw you work­ing on your own pussy watch­ing them. Don’t be 
afraid to ad­mit that you like sex.”

 “I’m not afraid of that. I did like what I saw.”

 “Say, haven’t you been in some trouble with the prin­cipal? Some of the boys were 
talk­ing about a couple who was caught. Not one of these little pro­fes­sion­als, though.”

 “I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about.”

 “Ah, I bet you don’t. I don’t really re­mem­ber the name of the girl who they caught,
but you could be one of those. You’re hot enough. Come here.”

 “What do you want, Mr. Axel.”

 “Why don’t you call me Carl?”

 “But, I don’t know you.”

 “I think you will very soon. You see, I was watch­ing, too and I al­ways jerk-off when 
that hap­pens.”

 Susanna watched as the man un­zipped his work pants and pulled out his prick. It 
was al­most com­pletely hard, but there was some room for im­prove­ment. Susanna found 
her­self star­ing at the big prick.

 “You like it, don’t you? Well, come on, we’ll do each other.”

 “What do you mean, Mr... Carl?”

 “You can jack me off and I’ll get you off.”

 “Oh, Mr. Axel!” Susanna was rather dis­ap­poin­ted. She had given up on mu­tual 
mas­turb­a­tion a long time ago. She could do that all by her­self. She had a fig­ure out a way
to get him into ac­tion.

 “You mean that you’re not hot enough to have that cute little clit diddled?”

 “I mean that I would rather fuck.”

 The man stared at her. He didn’t say any­thing, but then, he broke out in a broad 
grin.

 “Why didn’t I think of that my­self? I would love to, Susanna.” As he spoke, his cock 
jerked up and down, and she could see that it was get­ting harder as she pro­posed some 
more ser­i­ous ac­tion.

 “Why don’t we get com­fort­able and then we can go to town.” Carl Axel spoke 
while he re­moved his pants and shorts. He was a stocky man and his cock matched his build. 
His cock wasn’t that long, but it was fat. It was thick. Thicker than the oth­ers that she had 
fucked.

 Since she was hot now, Susanna didn’t hes­it­ate to re­move her jeans and her 
panties.

 “Is that door locked?”

 “I don’t think any­one will come in, dear.”

 “Well, just the same, why don’t you lock it?”

 “Okay.”

 The man walked over to the half-glass, half-wood door and turned the lock. He 
looked men­acing when he walked back to­wards her with his cock boun­cing slightly.

 How­ever, for the most part, it was stick­ing straight up in the air and Susanna 
thrilled to the idea that he would be stick­ing it up her tight cunt very soon.

 She had to reason that this was a lot bet­ter than stick­ing her fin­ger into her 
hungry pussy and try­ing to make that do. She couldn’t see any man for a while, since she had
to make ar­range­ments with either Ted Shaef­fer of Brett Markham be­fore hand.

 This was turn­ing out to be a good piece of luck for her too. She was go­ing to get 
some ac­tion all for free and so un­ex­pec­tedly. She was too hot to for­get about it for the 
mo­ment.

 Susanna had been ly­ing on a small couch of sorts. But she was stand­ing up, and 
bend­ing over tak­ing her pants off. She felt Carl next to her and she straightened up.

 “What a fine ass you have, Susanna. Really fuck­able.”

 “I want you in my cunt. That is what. I don’t want you in my ass.

 “You sure? You ever do that be­fore?”

 “No, but I wouldn’t want to, any­way. Your cock is too thick. It’s too fat for my tiny 
as­shole.”

 Carl laughed and threw her on the couch with one hand. But then, he no­ticed her 
gen­er­ous tits and wanted a look at them.

 “Take your blouse off. No one will be com­ing in here.”

 “I have to get back to class.”

 “Hey, I’m a teacher. I can give you an ex­cuse.” Susanna hadn’t real­ized that 
be­fore, and she gladly took off her tight top. She wasn’t wear­ing any bra un­der­neath and 
her breasts bounced into free­dom grate­fully.

 She sat there, na­ked now. She looked up at Carl Axel and smiled. Her long brown 
hair was hanging over one shoulder and she was a very fetch­ing sight in­deed. She stretched 
one leg out and ex­posed her pussy for his view.

 “You like what you see?”

 “You bet I do.”

 Carl came down to her and kissed one of her tits. He placed the nipple between his 
lips and star­ted to lick and suck on it lightly. He was teas­ing her mer­ci­lessly and they both 
loved the feel­ing.

 He ran his fin­gers all over her young body. She was a per­fectly formed young 
wo­man and her body was some­thing to be­hold. Her thighs were firm, but not skinny. And 
her but­tocks were some­thing a man wanted to bite and lick.

 He kept lick­ing her tits go­ing from one to the other. He used his hand on the one 
that he was not lick­ing, but since he wet them both so, each was be­ing ten­ded to lov­ingly.

 Then he went down to her stom­ach. He bit into her firm ab­do­men and Susanna 
thrilled to what he was work­ing up to. She hoped that she was go­ing for her pussy.

 She loved be­ing eaten. She loved the way that Brett had done it to her. So far, Ted 
hadn’t done it to her, but she was hop­ing that Carl would ob­lige her in so nice a man­ner. J 
She pushed her hips for­ward, but he wasn’t down far enough yet. She reached out for his 
cock with her hand, but he pulled away from her.

 “I want to have some fun first, then you can play with me.” Susanna gave in to him. 
He pushed her out full length on the couch and she was rest­ing there with her legs slightly 
par­ted. Carl ran his hands over her body, tick­ling some parts with his tongue.

 He made sure to circle each nipple again with his tongue and then licked a trail 
down to her mons pu­bis. He par­ted the fluffy hair. It was dry­ing after the in­ter­val of no 
activ­ity.

 But as soon as he opened her up, he felt her wet­ness. He felt the need that she had
for him and the reason why she sug­ges­ted that they fuck in­stead of just play­ing around.

 He worked on her pussy lips first. He didn’t go past and touch her clit­oris right 
away. He was tak­ing his time in play­ing with her. There was only one thing that he en­joyed 
more than eat­ing a young girl and that was fuck­ing her af­ter­wards.

 He took his time. He opened her lips and looked at her lovely pink pussy. He 
stroked her clit­oris then, but did not touch it with his tongue. He went fur­ther down and 
al­most all the way to her va­gina.

 “What a lovely pussy. What a tight little cunt.” Then, without any warn­ing, he poked
his middle fin­ger into “Ahh, Carl, that’s won­der­ful!”

 “I haven’t star­ted yet, Susanna. Just re­lax.” He bent his head down and while he 
poked his fin­ger into her hole again, he licked at her clit­oris. She jumped when he did that, 
but Carl didn’t stop once. Next, he used an­other fin­ger and stretched her pussy wide open.

 “You see, dear, I have a very wide, thick cock. I have to pre­pare you for it.” The 
words ex­cited Susanna. She thrilled to the feel­ing of his fin­gers in­ser­ted deeply and 
mov­ing about, be­ing trapped by the tight muscles. She longed to have his cock in her hand 
and then to suck the head just be­fore he plunged it into her.

 She was hot, and though she wanted him to con­tin­ued with the fin­ger­ing and 
the tonguing, her tits were aching for some­thing more. So, she reached up and star­ted 
rub­bing them her­self.

 She fingered each nipple, rub­bing it and mak­ing it as big as it could pos­sibly get. 
Then she pulled at the buds, stretch­ing them and mak­ing them feel so dif­fer­ent. She had 
not done this be­fore.

 But, of course, she hadn’t been as ex­cited be­fore. She looked to see that Carl was 
get­ting ready for more ac­tion. He licked all over her lips, mak­ing sure that he kept frig­ging
her.

 Her juices were flow­ing. She was hot from watch­ing Car­men and Peter and it was 
not very dif­fi­cult to make more of her creamy juices flow. She was ready to be laid any time 
now.

 She would have settled for hav­ing Carl fuck her right then. He didn’t have to do 
any­thing fancy. All he had to do was to stick his thick cock into her hole. He had to fuck her 
over and over and then she would come all over his cock.

 She ima­gined what his cock would feel life in­side her cunt. She wanted to feel it 
way deep in­side her. She wanted to know what it would feel like to be tom apart. Maybe she 
could be the same way that Car­men was.

 She gripped her breasts in her hands and rubbed. It made everything feel so much 
bet­ter that way. She liked the tit­il­la­tion and she didn’t mind do­ing it her­self.

 Then, Carl looked up and saw what she was do­ing. A gleam spread through his 
eyes and he smiled up at her.

 “You really are a hot little bitch You know that, Susanna?” She was too hot to no­tice
what he said. He went right back to his tonguing his way through her bush. He was lick­ing 
her every­where and she was be­gin­ning to writhe on the couch.

 She was dy­ing to have some­thing in her cunt. She needed some­thing stuff­ing 
her down there. In there. That was what she needed and she wouldn’t give up un­til she had 
that some­thing in there.

 “Carl, you have to fuck me. Now, please.”

 “Take it easy. I’ll get to that. There’s so much to do, Susanna.”

 “How about mak­ing fuck­ing the first one?”

 “You’re a real smar­tass, aren’t you?”

 “I just get hot and homy that’s all. Aren’t you hot after watch­ing Peter and 
Car­men?”

 “Sure. That’s why I want to do everything that I like to do to girls.” There was no 
phys­ical way that Susanna could make him fuck her, so she gave in and lay back, wait­ing for 
him to plunge that thick pole into her. She wanted it more than ever and that was the truth.

 In­stead, she fingered her tits and he licked and fingered her cunt. Her hole was wet 
and slip­pery and the juice was all over her. It even dripped down to the back of her body.

 She didn’t no­tice what was go­ing on un­til she felt his lingers and his tongue 
trav­el­ing “What are you do­ing, Carl?”

 “Noth­ing bad. Just re­lax.!’ “Come on. I need to be fucked. Come on:” But Carl 
ig­nored her. He was more in­ter­ested in her back­side at the mo­ment. He propped her up a
bit and be­fore Susanna could protest, he was tonguing over her quiv­er­ing anus.

 “Carl! What are you do­ing? What are you up to?” He didn’t an­swer her. ‘In­stead, 
he tongued faster and used more saliva to make her body more slip­pery. He wanted to have 
some fun with her. And to him that was part of what he was go­ing to do. He licked all over 
her as­shole and made sure that she was suf­fi­ciently and lib­er­ally lub­ric­ated. Then he did
some­thing that made her come off the couch. He poked his tongue into her as­shole and she
screamed. “What are you do­ing? It’s too much!” Susanna didn’t be­lieve that Carl was lick­ing
and tonguing her tight as­shole. The sen­sa­tion was mar­velous. No one had done that to 
her be­fore. She loved it al­most in­stantly.

 She wasn’t used to any­one fin­ger­ing or fool­ing with her as­shole, but she soon 
learned to re­lax and let it hap­pen. He was stick­ing his hardened tongue into her tight 
sphinc­ter for some time.

 Then, after she was so wet, he began to stretch her a little bit with his fin­ger. He 
used his small fin­ger and only poked it into her so that she was pleased and not hurt.

 “How does that feel, Susanna?”

 “So fant­astic, that I don’t be­lieve it.”

 “Oh, you can be­lieve it. There’s more.”

 She was in a state of ec­stasy. Carl began to push his fin­ger into her a bit deeper 
and the ini­tial re­ac­tion that she ex­per­i­enced was one of fright. She felt her anus 
stretch­ing to ac­com­mod­ate his fin­ger and she was scared.

 But she had little time to re­act. He quickly re­trieved his fin­ger and then began to 
frig her shal­lowly and quickly. The feel­ing was one of sheer pleas­ure and Susanna fell prey 
to his move­ments.

 Then, while he was frig­ging her as­shole, he went back to lick­ing her pussy. He 
had her fully ex­posed to his tongue and his mouth and Carl was hav­ing a feast. He loved to 
feast on young tender pussy.

 Susanna was gone by this time. She was so hot and so homy that she didn’t know 
what was go­ing on. She just wanted to be fucked. She just wanted to get off all over his thick 
cock.

 “Come on, Carl, fuck me!”

 He went back to tonguing her cunt and her clit­oris and then frig­ging her as­shole. 
He had her in the palm of his hand, so to speak. He had her higher then she had ever been.

 His own cock was aching with the load that he was car­ry­ing. He had been 
watch­ing her watch­ing the kids and the pos­sib­il­ity of get­ting her later on was what made
him hom­ier than he would nor­mally have been.

 He was des­per­ate to get off, too, but he had to do it a cer­tain way. He was rather 
set in his sexual pat­terns.

 He liked to do things his way and that was what he was do­ing to Susana now.

 He could feel his cock brush­ing up against the side of the couch and he was hard 
enough to break through a ce­ment wall. He was rar­ing to go and now was the time to get 
there.

 In one quick mo­tion, he re­moved his fin­ger from her as­shole and came up on 
her body. He threw him­self on top of her and then, fit­ted the thick bulbous head of his cock 
up against her very, very wet cunt.

 He was ready to com­mit the as­sault of her tight young pussy. He was ready to 
stuff all of that mon­ster cock into her. He was des­per­ate to do it, as a mat­ter of fact.

 Susanna felt his weight on top of her and she was wild with an­ti­cip­a­tion. She 
opened her legs wider than she ever had be­fore, want­ing him in there right away. She 
tensed her­self wait­ing for him.

 The tip of his cock had some juice on it, since he had been ex­cited for so long. That
served to make his en­trance some­what easier for him. He didn’t have that much trouble 
get­ting the flat part of the tip into her.

 Her lips were puffed from ex­cite­ment and she was lathered with his saliva and her 
own juices. There Was only the res­ist­ance of her tight canal. Her muscles would have to 
stretch.

 But there was noth­ing to stop the way of the flesh bull­dozer. He plowed into her 
eagerly. The girl’s tender skin stretched out of the way as he made his way into her cunt.

 But, she was so small as com­pared to him that there was some sen­sa­tion. Not 
dis­com­fort, but the strange­ness of be­ing stretched so far out of nor­mal shape.

 “Carl, you’re so big. I’ve never had any­thing like this. Ever!”

 “You like it?”

 “I love it!”

 Carl didn’t need any real en­cour­age­ment. He had no in­ten­tion of stop­ping 
short of filling her with all the cream boil­ing in his balls. He wanted to fill that cunt of hers 
with all the come that he had there.

 The tip of his cock was pushed into her young cunt, but there was the rest of it to 
go, yet. He had only be­gun to fuck her and there was lots more for her. He heaved his body 
against hers, and forced more of his thick pole into her.

 “Ahh, that feels so great, Carl.”

 “It gets bet­ter, honey.”

 He didn’t know how to stop now. He had just the very head of his cock im­bed­ded 
in her cunt and the feel­ings rub­bing through his cock were some­thing more than he had 
ever ex­per­i­enced.

 He was des­per­ate for more ac­tion from her tight cunt. He slammed into her and 
un­der the slip­pery con­di­tions, his cock won the battle. In just three more stabs, he rammed
his thick cock all the way in. It wasn’t that long, but it was so thick, that Susanna felt as though
she was be­ing tom apart. It was so big for her. But she loved every minute and didn’t want to 
stop at all.

 “Keep plug­ging me, Carl. I have to have all of it.”

 “You’re get­ting all of it, dear. Every fat inch of it, Susanna!” Then he slammed into 
her and his balls slapped her ass. That was a wild feel­ing for the both of them be­cause her 
ass was wet from the tonguing and frig­ging and the feel­ing of his balls was strange against 
her wet­ness.

 He was plumb­ing her depths now. The thick­ness of his cock was stretch­ing her 
tight­ness and send­ing him to heaven. He could not be­lieve the tight­ness sur­round­ing his
cock.

 They said noth­ing after that. She pumped her hips up­ward, try­ing to get more of 
his won­der­ful prick. She was lost in the ec­stasy that he could give her by rub­bing his cock 
a little to the side.

 He began to grind into her and the move­ment was too much for her. The fat­ness 
of his prick was more than she could take. As he ground into her as he fucked her, too, 
Susanna knew that she was go­ing to come.

 “I can’t stand it. I have to come!”

 “Come on and cream all over it. It feels bet­ter that way!” Carl stroked evenly, but 
quickly as he felt her pussy start to squeezed his thick cock. He wanted to feel her 
con­trac­tions when she came. That would be sheer heaven for him.

 “That’s it, honey. Come on, come all over my cock!” He was hot, too and he couldn’t 
back down. He was go­ing to come, but he didn’t want to without feel­ing that fant­astic 
sen­sa­tion of the come be­ing squeezed out of his cock.

 Since he did have such a fat cock, that was one reason he en­joyed little girl cunts. 
They were small as a rule and squeezed the come out of him. He had to ram their baby cunts 
with his huge cock to make them come.

 Susanna was pretty far gone and when he slammed his cock deep into her cunt, she 
couldn’t hold out. The feel­ing of be­ing so stretched and reamed made her be­gin to come.

 That was when she screamed and jerked her hips up­ward to his. She wanted to get 
all that she could from him. There was noth­ing that she didn’t do at that mo­ment.

 Susanna was hot and she felt the great sen­sa­tions com­ing fast. She knew that she
would have to keep mov­ing to main­tain her or­gasm. She scratched her prim­it­ive urge on 
his fat cock and then the ma­gic star­ted again for her.

 “Carl, I’m there. I’m there!”

 “Okay. Let’s go baby!”

 Susanna let go and she began to en­joy the finest come she knew. She writhed over 
that joy stick and flew higher than she had ever been be­fore. She was gone on that high that 
he was giv­ing her.

 More and more pleas­ure flooded her brain, her fin­ger­tips and her cunt. She could
do noth­ing but give in to the fant­astic feel­ings that she was ex­per­i­en­cing. It was more 
than she could tol­er­ate.

 She was shak­ing and twist­ing her ass all over his cock. She was driv­ing her pussy 
higher on his cock, try­ing to get all the good­ies from him. She wanted all the fric­tion that 
he could give her.

 Her cunt star­ted slowly at first, but as she got into the very middle and the highest 
point of her come, her muscles re­spon­ded. She was be­gin­ning to squeeze Carl’s cock 
harder and harder.

 “Here it comes, Susanna. Get ready.”

 Carl felt the point of no re­turn as her cunt squeezed over him mak­ing him 
help­less to keep the come he had for her. He could not with­stand the strong con­trac­tions 
that she was pro­du­cing all around him and he gave in.

 “Ahh! Ahh! I’m com­ing!”

 Then he flooded Susanna’s body with a tor­rent of come such as she had never 
be­fore ex­per­i­enced. It was more than any one man had given her. She was sprayed with 
the hot li­quid and the feel­ing in­creased her own come. The lin­ing of her cunt seemed to 
swell as she came and that made her pussy even tighter than be­fore. She was squeez­ing hell
out of him be­sides and Carl loved every hot mo­ment of it.

 His cock got a good workout and he thought that his balls would dry up after that 
come. He never knew that he could give out that much come. Her little cunt had drained it all 
from her. They slammed into each other and con­tin­ued in the feel­ings un­til every drop of 
come was spent. The sweet juices flowed from Susanna’s cunt and mingled with the hot gism 
that he sent pour­ing into her pussy.

 She was awash with the come juices and she fi­nally lay there pant­ing and try­ing 
to re­gain her equi­lib­rium. It was not the easi­est task con­sid­er­ing the mo­nu­mental 
or­gasm that she had just gone through.

 Non­ethe­less, Susanna got up on one el­bow and looked at the man who had just 
fucked her so well. She smiled, grate­ful for the fant­astic pleas­ure that he had given to her.

 Without ever plan­ning it, she had just ad­ded an­other teacher to her list of lov­ers.
She was glad that she de­cided to be­come an in­former and find out who was down in the 
base­ment.

 Life was be­com­ing very in­ter­est­ing in­deed. As the come dripped out of her hot
and throb­bing pussy, Susanna blessed the day that Miss Whimple caught her fuck­ing with 
Billy Grover.

 She lay there for the mo­ment, and the fun­ni­est thought came into her head. 
What ever had be­come of Billy?

 She hadn’t seen him after that. Maybe he sold out or some­thing like that and he 
didn’t have the balls to talk to her.





CHAPTER SIX


“Well, go on in!” hissed Susanna. She pushed Betsy in front of her al­most into 
Brett’s of­fice.

 “I’m still scared. What am I go­ing to do?”

 “You’re go­ing to fuck. Now go on in!” She opened the door with one hand and 
hauled her girl­friend into the room. She didn’t really want to be there when they met 
un­of­fi­cially. That wasn’t part of her job.

 She had talked it over with Brett and he had been very en­thu­si­astic about the 
idea. He was pleased that Susanna didn’t show any jeal­ousy.

 “Well, I un­der­stand that pimps fuck the girls that work for them. They even have 
them for girl­friends.”

 Brett had looked at her with an in­cred­u­lous smile. He chuckled into his hand.

 “You are too much. You are us­ing me as a pros­ti­tute.”

 “No, I’m not. I’m only get­ting con­tacts for you. You can pay me for the name or 
the sug­ges­tion. That’s all. If it works out, you pay me a little bit more.”

 “I see. You have all this worked out?”

 “Well, sure. That’s part of be­ing a good busi­ness per­son. That’s what we learned 
in class last semester, Brett. It’s the truth, too.”

 “And what hap­pens if I tell you that noth­ing happened and it really did? What kind
of con­trols do you have on this op­er­a­tion?” Susanna smiled at him and winked. She 
twis­ted her head to one side coyly and then spoke.

 “Oh, I have my in­form­a­tion. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I have my ways of 
find­ing out.”

 He had laughed very heart­ily at it and said that he would try it. He was anxious that
the busi­ness would be too large and that too many people would find out about it.

 “Look, I can in­sure you a very se­lec­ted and con­fid­en­tial cli­en­tele.”

 “You are sure of that?”

 Betsy was the first one. Of course, Susanna didn’t tell Brett that she was get­ting 
money from the girls, too. In some cases that is. If he had some­thing on the girl, she could 
just sell the name to Brett. But in private cases, she col­lec­ted twice.

 “Now, just go Betsy and that’s all. See you later.” Susanna closed the door to the 
prini­cipal’s of­fice. It was well after school hours and no one would be around any­way. She 
had had no in­ten­tion of stay­ing with Betsy be­fore the ap­point­ment, but Betsy was so 
scared that she threatened not to go through with it.

 Since Susanna already had the money spent, she couldn’t al­low that to hap­pen. 
She coaxed and pleaded and then she yelled at her. But she fi­nally man­aged to get her to 
the of­fice.

 Betsy had offered every ex­cuse from be­ing scared and pos­sibly throw­ing up all 
over the of­fice to a sud­den at­tack of her period. How­ever, Susanna knew that neither was 
true.

 She de­cided to wait out­side some dis­tance away un­til a half hour passed. She 
didn’t want her busi­ness fall­ing apart be­fore it really got star­ted. She planned the next one
a few days later and this first was a crit­ical one for her.

 She hoped that her friend could carry it off. She had been will­ing to pay the fif­teen
dol­lars for the set-up. But Betsy didn’t have to know that Susanna had got­ten ten dol­lars 
for the name and she could get an­other twenty after the ac­tual fuck­ing took place.

 In­side the room, Betsy stood there a bit un­com­fort­ably. She didn’t know how to 
start and she didn’t know why she had given the money to Susanna. She wanted to be like 
Susanna and say that she had fucked Mr.

 Markham, but she was a bit scared at the same time.

 How­ever, she was there and she couldn’t run, could she? Brett Markham was 
sit­ting there in his chair look­ing at her.

 “Hello, Betsy. Why don’t you sit down on the couch. We can talk for a little while.”

 “Thank you. I should tell you that I’m a little scared.” Brett was a bit con­cerned 
him­self. He didn’t want any scan­dals. And this girl ap­peared to be the last one that he 
would have’ put odds on.

 “Betsy, you can al­ways leave. This is no forced match.”

 “Oh, no! I want to fuck! I mean..”

 “That’s fine. That’s ex­actly what I want to do, you know.” Sud­denly, the ten­sion in 
the air broke. They laughed to­gether and he came over to where she was sit­ting.

 He put his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. She didn’t feel the fear that 
she ex­pec­ted and she melted against him.

 “Mmm. You feel good against me. You know that?”

 “No, I never did. Thanks.” Brett poin­ted her chin up­ward and kissed her gently on 
the lips. How­ever, Betsy went mad when that happened. She wrapped her arms around him 
and forced her tongue into his mouth.

 Brett was sur­prised at the heat in this seem­ingly shy girl. She didn’t look to be the 
type who would re­act this way. He kissed her back and held onto her but he was puzzled by 
her pas­sion.

 He pulled away at last and looked at her face. She was pretty all right. She was 
someone who wanted to have an af­fair with him. She was in­ter­ested in fuck­ing with him. 
That was all that she knew.

 Yes, and he had the guar­an­tee that she was dis­creet and de­pend­able. She 
would not say a word. Susanna guar­an­teed that of all the girls that she sent to him. He still 
was get­ting a kick out of be­ing her prize.

 Betsy looked back at him and smiled. She was still a little shy, but that kiss helped to
break the ice. She didn’t feel that strange any­more. She didn’t feel ter­ribly awk­ward at 
hav­ing paid a fee to meet and fuck the prin­cipal.

 “You are very pretty, Betsy. Why don’t you take off your clothes so that I can see 
how very lovely the rest of you is.”

 Betsy sighed and stood up. She knew that if she didn’t do it now, she would not be 
able to. She pulled the dress off with one mo­tion. She had worn it spe­cific­ally for him She 
was wear­ing only panties and a bra un­der­neath her dress. She quickly stripped out of those
and then she stood there na­ked for Brett Markham.

 He stared at her when she was na­ked and he was more than pleased.

 She had a very pretty body. She was not a spec­tac­u­lar girl. She had nice breasts 
and pretty legs and but­tocks. She wasn’t a sex manic like her friend, and she wasn’t a beauty 
queen.

 But she wanted him and that ex­cited him. Brett could see that the girl had very 
good pos­sib­il­it­ies. She had enough ini­ti­at­ive to want to come to him. Some­how, 
Susanna had got­ten to her or vice versa.

 He strongly sus­pec­ted the former to be closer to the truth. He didn’t know about 
the money ar­range­ment, but he still con­sidered Betsy a less ag­gress­ive and more pass­ive
per­son.

 “You are very pretty and sexy.”

 “Thanks. I like to hear you say that.”

 She sat down on the couch again. He was fully clothed since he didn’t ex­pect her to
take all her clothes off at one time. How­ever, since she was en­tirely dis­robed, he de­cided 
to do like­wise.

 He stood up and quickly stripped out of his shirt and pants, shorts and the rest. 
Then he came back to the couch and sat down next to Betsy. He stretched his hand over to 
her and touched her pretty hair.

 “You know what your name should be?”

 “No, what?”

 “Pretty. Everything about you is pretty.” He pulled her over to him and kissed her 
gently. He usu­ally liked his sex fast and strong, but she didn’t lend her­self to this. She was 
will­ing, but she was a quiet lov­ing girl.

 He would re­spect that part of her per­son­al­ity. He was en­joy­ing the less frantic 
love­mak­ing. He was look­ing for­ward to some­thing mem­or­able and pleas­ant. She 
re­spon­ded to his com­pli­ment by put­ting her hand gently on his penis.

 “That’s very nice, you know.”

 “Thank you.”

 There was noth­ing else to do now but kiss her and start to get into ac­tion. That 
was the only way left. He wanted to make her feel good and he wanted to feel good him­self.

 He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her while he did it. He wanted to press
her soft tits against his chest. He en­joyed the feel­ing of her soft young body against his.

 He held her breasts in both his hands and caressed them. He didn’t feel the wild 
need that he did with Susanna. He didn’t feel the an­imal in him­self clam­or­ing to get out 
and have done with it.

 He didn’t have a full erec­tion just yet. Betsy was play­ing with his cock so very 
gently that he en­joyed the tact­ile sen­sa­tion that he was get­ting. He was pleased with the 
feel­ing along the skin of his body.

 But he was not un­moved by her charms. He was touch­ing her nipples and 
caress­ing them firmly. The man in him star­ted to rear its head and soon his cock was not 
that soft, harm­less thing that it had been.

 Now, when she touched him, she had to open her hand all the way to 
ac­com­mod­ate his man-sized cock.

 She rubbed it back and forth, en­joy­ing the sen­sa­tion that she was get­ting from 
rub­bing him.

 “He feels so good in my hand. He really does.”

 “You want to see how he feels deep in­side that lovely, pretty pussy?” He kissed her 
lightly on the lips and didn’t give her a chance to an­swer him. He knew that the both of them
wanted it, but he wasn’t sure if she was ready just yet.

 In keep­ing with this, he pushed her back against the cush­ions of the couch and 
opened her legs with his hands. He began to gently stroke her pussy. He didn’t open the lips 
just yet. He just caressed it with his full, open hand.

 As he rubbed over her mound, Betsy moaned and sighed. She could feel the 
pas­sion in her cunt rising. She wanted to feel him in­side her and she was no less 
pas­sion­ate than her friend.

 She was just a bit slower and more se­lect­ive than her friend. She could fuck like 
Susanna, she told her­self and she was go­ing to do it with the school prin­cipal in just a few 
minutes.

 The strange thing for Betsy was that she was be­gin­ning to for­get about her rivalry
with her friend Susanna.

 She was be­gin­ning to for­get about be­ing just like her and get­ting this even 
with her.

 She was only think­ing about the cock that he had to of­fer her. That was all that 
she was think­ing about. She was get­ting aroused in her own right. Susanna was far from her 
mind right now.

 Betsy en­joyed the feel­ing as Brett opened her pussy lips and began to search her 
with his fin­gers. He was rub­bing gently over her lips and her clit­oris. Then he moved down 
a bit fur­ther to her tender open­ing.

 He did not shove his fin­gers into her. In­stead, he merely played with the lips 
around the area close to her va­gina. He pulled on her lips and al­most poked his fin­ger 
in­side, through not quit.

 Mean­while, Betsy was be­com­ing very ex­cited as he did it. He was get­ting her so
aroused that she just wanted to stop fool­ing around and fuck with him. She didn’t want the 
facade any more; She was now a hot little girl.

 Brett sensed that she was get­ting hot as she moved her hips to­wards his fin­gers. 
He could al­most feel her try­ing to get her pussy on his fin­ger. He was pleased that he was 
suc­cess­ful and he did ven­ture a little into her cunt.

 He pushed the tip of his fin­ger into her open­ing. Just be­cause she was shy didn’t 
mean that she was cold and fri­gid. Betsy pushed his fin­ger into her own body.

 Brett was very sur­prised when he felt the pres­sure of her own hand on his. She 
forced his fin­ger deeper into her pussy and looked at Brett. She nod­ded and blew him a kiss.

 “I’m hot for you. I really am.”

 He smiled at her and answered her need. He frigged her deeply for a little while and 
Betsy be­came wild with ex­cite­ment. She was rid­ing his fin­ger as if it were a small, slim 
cock.

 “I need it now, though. I really do.”

 “Then, so do I. You’re so dif­fer­ent from all the other people that I have known. Do 
you know that Betsy?”

 She melted against him and then he pulled his fin­ger from her cunt. He was 
rub­bing her tits with one hand and then he pushed her down onto the couch with the other 
hand.

 Betsy was the kind of girl that a man got on top of and fucked. He was not in­clined 
to ask her to ride him or to per­form any other kind of sexual act. She was the very ba­sic 
part­ner.

 He got on top of her and began to kiss her fully on the mouth. He was push­ing his 
tongue into her mouth and kiss­ing her lightly each time that they broke from the deeper kiss.

 He grabbed hold of one tit and twis­ted gently. She moaned as he did it. He was not
caus­ing her pain at all.

 He was teas­ing her in a way that she en­joyed. He was mak­ing her want him even 
more.

 But he was on top of her and he could feel her bushy hair next to his skin. He could 
feel his cock press­ing hard against her hip, first and then her stom­ach. He wanted to press it 
into her pussy.

 He was be­gin­ning to stroke in hopes of get­ting into her pussy, but he was not 
get­ting very far very fast. He was miss­ing the mark each time that he at­temp­ted it. Betsy 
opened her legs wider, but they were still hav­ing no luck.

 Fi­nally, in des­per­a­tion, Betsy grabbed hold of his cock and guided it to her 
open­ing. She opened her pussy lips with one hand and placed his cock head at the en­trance.

 Then she took her hand away and looked into his eyes. She was ready. She didn’t 
know that much about men, but she was will­ing to learn. So far, he wasn’t much dif­fer­ent 
from her boy­friends, ex­cept that he knew more about it. Brett was pleased that she her­self 
had guided him to her box. He wanted to im­pale her on his cock but he didn’t have a de­sire 
to rape her, to take her force­fully.

 He pressed a bit and felt her tight­ness en­circle his cock head. She wasn’t as tight 
as Susanna, he thought im­me­di­ately. He thought that she was nice, but now the most 
won­der­ful lay that he had ever had.

 She was just like that. Her pussy was good. Nice and very pretty. She wasn’t wild and
hot and ra­ging. She opened her legs and his cock pressed into her open­ing He felt the 
tight­ness and it was pleas­ant.

 How­ever, since he didn’t have to push and thrust wildly, he wasn’t in­clined to fuck 
her wildly. He wanted her and he in­ten­ded to have her, but it was simply a pleas­ant fuck.

 Betsy felt his cock pen­et­rate her and she wasn’t that flab­ber­gas­ted She thought
about what Susanna had said about mak­ing love with a real man, and she didn’t feel the 
ex­hil­ar­a­tion that she ex­pec­ted.

 Susanna was a spe­cial girl. She made sex spe­cial. That was the reason why she was
spe­cial to Brett and to Ted and to Carl. They would prob­ably be just other lov­ers to other 
girls.

 Betsy was find­ing this out the ex­pens­ive way. She had given her hard earned 
money to Susanna to set up this fuck­ing ses­sion. She wasn’t sorry for it, but she never had 
to pay for a guy be­fore ever.

 She felt his cock press in­ward and then, she was filled com­pletely with him. Now, 
though, Brett began to stroke her cunt. He felt the won­der­ful drag that was heaven to him 
and his spir­its brightened. He was be­gin­ning to en­joy her pretty and young cunt more 
than he had an­ti­cip­ated.

 They moved into each other very quietly and very auto­mat­ic­ally. Betsy made love 
as if she had been mar­ried to him for sev­eral years. She wasn’t a very ex­cit­ing per­son, 
now.

 But they both en­joyed the sen­sa­tion that they gained from mov­ing against each 
other like that. It was a good feel­ing and that was the im­port­ant thing. He was fuck­ing her 
pleas­antly. He was pleased.

 But halfway through this, the good feel­ings star­ted. He was fuck­ing a 
thir­teen-year-old girl and that was a turn-on in it­self. He was pay­ing for her ser­vices. Well 
for the priv­ilege of meet­ing her, as Susanna would say.

 That was a bit of a turn-on and this was the first one that he had tried. She cer­tainly
seemed dis­creet. Even when they were fuck­ing, she seemed very dis­creet. That part didn’t 
turn him on very much.

 He pushed into her and felt his cock be­gin to re­spond the way that he wanted it 
to. He was be­gin­ning to throb and he felt that he could come at any time that he wanted to.

 “You’re a very ex­cit­ing young girl, Betsy. You make me want to ex­plode in you.”

 “Oh, I do? How won­der­ful. Oh, please fuck me, then.” She was thrilled that he was 
en­joy­ing her this way. She was hav­ing fun, but he was pretty much like the boys that she 
knew. He wasn’t do­ing any­thing spec­tac­u­lar to her at all.

 Just the same, they both- en­joyed the coup­ling. He was push­ing into her, more 
gently than he nor­mally did with his wife, even. He didn’t want to fuck her like some wild 
wench. She wasn’t that at all.

 How­ever, at this point, Betsy let down her guard and star­ted to en­joy her 
fuck­ing. She star­ted to feel the sen­sa­tions in her pussy climb and be­gin to get the best of 
her.

 Her re­serve went out the win­dow. She for­got about be­ing pass­ive and 
un­ag­gress­ive. She for­got about be­ing nice and soft and pretty. She got hot. She got very 
wet and she was clutch­ing onto his cock with dra­matic squeezes with her cunt.

 The most sur­prised was Brett. He was aware of the change in her, while she was 
not. She didn’t seem very aware of what had been go­ing on. She was just aware that she was 
go­ing to come very so She dug her pretty nails into his skin and rode un­der him like a pony 
come alive. She sud­denly had spirit that didn’t show up else­where. She was fight­ing for that
come that was hers and she wasn’t go­ing to give it up at all.

 She dug in and star­ted to rock her hips all over his thick cock. She wanted to feel 
him grind into her and make her come like a wild wo­man. She was a hot child and that was 
all that she needed from him.

 “I’m go­ing to make it. Come on and get me there! Fuck me!” The tone of her voice 
changed as she worked her­self hard against the pole in­side her. Brett couldn’t be­lieve that 
the girl be­neath him was the one who he had star­ted with sev­eral minutes ago.

 This was Betsy, too, how­ever, this part of her was the one that she sel­dom would 
use with any one of her boy­friends. She was usu­ally so con­cerned about her im­age and 
her con­tinu­ing re­la­tion­ship with them that she didn’t fight for any pleas­ure.

 This was dif­fer­ent, how­ever. She wasn’t dat­ing Brett. She had paid for his 
ser­vices and she was go­ing to get all that she came for. She worked her hot cunt over him 
and took what she wanted.

 Brett on the other hand, was thrilled. He could feel her cunt come alive. He could 
feel the un­du­la­tions of her hips as she ground into him and as she moved every dif­fer­ent 
way to get some fric­tion.

 She was close to com­ing and she was un­con­scious of everything but her 
im­pend­ing or­gasm. She wanted that with all her heart and she was fi­nally fight­ing for 
some­thing of her own.

 The feel­ing rose in her and Brett could sense it. He worked harder into her. He 
pumped her harder, try­ing to give her a bet­ter time. He wanted her to think of this time as 
the best she had ever had.

 He blas­ted into her over and over again. He was ram­ming his thick cock into her, 
and mak­ing sure that she was get­ting more of everything that he had to of­fer.

 “Oh, Ohh! Its here! I’m com­ing! Fuck me, you bas­tard! Fuck me, you cock!” Brett 
could hardly be­lieve his ears as he poun­ded into the girl, mak­ing sure that she got all the 
stim­u­la­tion that she needed for her or­gasm. As she cried and clawed at him, he felt her 
pussy close over him vi­ol­ently.

 She gasped and groped, shak­ing like a leaf as she star­ted to come. Her cunt 
tightened like a vise, squeez­ing Brett in it. He could hardly be­lieve that this was the same 
girl.

 Over and over again, she jerked and writhed over his cock, cream­ing co­pi­ously. 
The come was all over his cock lub­ric­at­ing it even more than be­fore. Her cunt closed over 
his cock, mak­ing it harder for him to work without be­com­ing too hot to last.

 “That’s it. Come all over my cock, Betsy! Make me come, too!” At his words, Betsy 
came alive again. She worked her­self all over his cock and he could feel the come be­ing 
drained from him. He wanted to let loose with a vol­ley of come for her right then He had 
little power to with­stand what she was do­ing to him, though. She couldn’t stop writh­ing 
and she was tak­ing his cock with her every time she wiggled and twis­ted.

 “That’s it, baby. That’s it, Betsy. Make me come!” Brett was too far gone now. He 
didn’t quite be­lieve the meta­morph­osis of this girl but he had felt it on his own cock. He 
had felt her come alive when he made her come.

 It was a great ego trip for him. He made her come and he changed her en­tirely 
That meant that he was some­thing spe­cial and since he was now turned on even more, he 
poun­ded into her un­ceas­ingly.

 Then he got there. He was about to shoot into her. He was just there. He could feel 
the come aching and threat­en­ing to come up through his cock. He was go­ing to splash her 
with the come as it blas­ted from his cock.

 He screamed out as the first blast shot out of him. He yelled and kept yelling as he 
filled her full of the come that he had saved for this oc­ca­sion. He had waited and plot­ted 
for this first of his new girls.

 He was very pleased, non­ethe­less with the out­come of it. He was spill­ing his 
come all over her cunt, filling her and flood­ing her girl-sized cunt. He felt some of his come 
splash out as he slammed into her with the rest of his come.

 Then it was over. He could see that she was tired and even though she moved her 
hips again, she was ex­hausted. He was fin­ish­ing up and filling her com­pletely with the 
come that he had for her.

 It was done and then they both res­ted on top of each other. The re­serve that Betsy
had shown when she came in was be­gin­ning to re­turn, but not quite. She was not quite as 
quiet.

 She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She was all misty and she al­most 
purred when he kissed her on the lips lightly. He kissed her sev­eral times as she seemed to 
fall into a light slum­ber.

 Brett was some­what shocked by the whole thing. He didn’t know what to think or 
what to do. He was ly­ing there on top of his first girl from Susanna, and it had turned out to 
be pretty good after all.

 Later, looked into pretty Betsy’s pretty eyes and he thought that he saw some­thing 
very dif­fer­ent there. He thought that he saw a glim­mer of a change in her. He didn’t want 
to fan­tas­ize about that, but it was just some­thing that he could not ex­plain. He felt it.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Susanna was ex­tremely pleased at the out­come of her first pro­fes­sional 
place­ment with Brett. She spoke to Betsy af­ter­wards, and even she couldn’t be­lieve that 
Betsy had en­joyed it that much.

 She figured that it would be okay, but she never figured that she would turn out to 
be a hot num­ber. Any­way, that was what Brett said. He paid her more than the agreed fee, 
say­ing that it was a bo­nus.

 That turned her on more than any­thing and he sought more for him. She had 
an­other girl lined up, but she wasn’t so sure about her be­ing able or will­ing to put up the 
money.

 For­tu­nately, she had been rather good at scout­ing for the younger girls in the 
base­ment and she had a list of those for a while. She could af­ford to be picky on the oth­ers.

 Carl was rather help­ful in sup­ply­ing in­form­a­tion for her in that area. He knew 
most of the girls who spent time in the base­ment. He was able to de­scribe them for her and 
give most of their names to her.

 She de­cided to start with Car­men. She was one that fucked al­most every other 
day with someone. She thought of a num­ber of plans, but Susanna was un­de­cided.

 She could al­ways use the girls for a fee with Brett and then ap­proach them on her 
own later on. Sort of like a cut for keep­ing quiet. They would never have to know that she 
was con­nec­ted with the prin­cipal.

 She saw Brett and gave him her eval­u­ation of the girl’s activ­it­ies and what she 
seemed to be like. Susanna was pleased to be­gin with this girl be­cause she seemed to be a 
really hot num­ber.

 She couldn’t for­get the pic­ture of her with her fin­ger up Peter’s ass, who­ever 
Peter was. She could still see his ass cheeks re­spond­ing and his yelling about his ass.

 “She should be okay. She charges two dol­lars for some guys and more for the 
oth­ers. She’s kind of new to it, I think, that’s why.”

 “Well, whatever, you have in­tim­ated that she is rather eager for 
ex­per­i­ment­a­tion in her field.”

 “That’s right. Her name and her class. Now, my front money” She was smil­ing, but 
she meant it. Susanna had turned into some sort of a diabol­ical busi­ness wo­man. She was 
totally in­volved with mak­ing money and she was not that con­cerned with mak­ing love that
much.

 She still saw Brett, but she was tir­ing of him and even though they shared a deep 
mu­tual re­spect, she was let­ting her eyes wander a bit. She could be mov­ing to the high 
school pretty soon and this might work there.

 She wasn’t sure about that though.

 So, for the time be­ing, she was go­ing full force on this job of hers. She saw some 
of the boys, but she still hadn’t been able to loc­ate Peter, the boy with Car­men. He had a 
nice cock and she was anxious to try it out.

 In keep­ing with that, she went on to find more names and more evid­ence. She was
think­ing of in­vest­ing in a cam­era with in­frared film. That way, she would have proof that 
she could use, too.

 While she con­tem­plated her new cam­era, Car­men was hav­ing her first 
in­ter­view with Brett Markham.

 Car­men sat there nervously. She had no idea that any­one knew about what she 
had been do­ing.

 “Car­men, I have to talk to you about some­thing that is very ser­i­ous.”

 “I don’t know what, Mr. Markham. I didn’t do any­thing wrong.”

 “Well, there are some people who tell me oth­er­wise. They hap­pen to know about 
your activ­it­ies.”

 “What activ­it­ies? I don’t even play bas­ket­ball. Hon­est.” Brett looked at her. He 
was go­ing to en­joy ex­tract­ing his pay­ment from her. She was one of those girls that grow 
up to be whores. She was the kind that are good for fuck­ing. She asked for it.

 She was lean and hard. Her body was firm. Her breasts were small and high. She had
a high ass and long hair. She wore it in curls down her back, but if she had it short in a pixie, 
she looked like a whore with a pixie hair­cut.

 “Now, Car­men, I hap­pen to have proof of your activ­it­ies. I even know how much 
you charge.”

 “For what?”

 “For whor­ing, that’s what.”

 “Mr. Markham that is a lie! A rot­ten trashy lie! I can have my par­ents down here 
and they will sue this school and you. You know that?”

 “Do they sup­port your activ­it­ies like that? Would you like to have them meet the 
fac­ulty mem­ber who has seen you?”

 For the first time, the girl showed a bit of fear. She was bluff­ing. She had balls and 
she wasn’t go­ing to give in eas­ily. He sat there at his desk, let­ting her take all this in.

 “Now, I don’t know if you are aware of this, Car­men, but that kind of thing is 
usu­ally pun­ished by ex­pul­sion.”

 “Ex­pul­sion?”

 “Be­ing thrown out of school. Then it fol­lows you to whatever school that you go 
to. It’s a very ser­i­ous thing to have hap­pen to you. Es­pe­cially at your age.”

 She really looked scared. Brett thought about Susanna and made a men­tal note to 
kiss her on top of the cash re­ward. This girl was go­ing to be good to get into bed.

 By this time, she was ready to drop the brave front. She was shak­ing in her seat and
he guessed that her par­ents would prob­ably have broken her neck if they knew that she had
been whor­ing. He took the pre­cau­tion to check her re­cord be­fore he called her in. She 
came from a de­cent neigh­bor­hood, and though that didn’t al­ways mean everything, it 
meant some­thing.

 He couldn’t tell about her fam­ily back­ground, but from the girl’s re­ac­tion to his 
men­tion of her par­ents, she was hid­ing this from them. He put that in his plus column.

 “Now, Car­men, let’s get to spe­cif­ics. I have to de­cide whether you should be 
ex­pelled from this school, or if we can work this out in an­other way.”

 “What other way is there?”

 “Well, that would de­pend on you and the case at hand.” He was pur­posely not 
mak­ing any over­tures. He wasn’t sure if she would back out of the of­fice after be­com­ing 
angry. He wanted to in­tim­id­ate her fur­ther to make her real­ize that he was ser­i­ous.

 How­ever, he saw that this girl was more a pro­fes­sional already and there was the 
pos­sib­il­ity that she might simply con­sider cut­ting him in on the ac­tion part of her 
pro­fes­sional head­aches. He wasn’t sure, how­ever.

 “Now, so far, only a few people knew about this. I can man­age to keep it quiet if we
can work things out.”

 “I don’t want to be fresh, Mr. Markham, but you keep say­ing about work­ing things
out. Are you talk­ing about get­ting some ac­tion for you or some­body else?”

 He knew that the girl had hit it on the head and he just smiled at her. She smiled at 
him and he knew that he had a bar­gain. He kept smil­ing as the girl vis­ibly re­laxed. She 
crossed her legs and smiled at him.

 “You know, you could have save all the bad talk and simply asked for a piece of the 
ac­tion. I don’t mind.”

 “You ad­mit you’ve been do­ing it?”

 Her ex­pres­sion turned strange. She didn’t know what to make of him. First he was 
ser­i­ous and then he made a play for her. Then he turned mean again.

 “No. I’m not try­ing to trap you any­more. You know that I have proof, or you 
wouldn’t have agreed to let­ting me in on the ac­tion.”

 “Jeeze, I wish you wouldn’t do that to me. I got a heart, you know.” He knew that 
she wasn’t as up­set as she made out to be. She was wear­ing a mini skirt and a sweater. She 
was wear­ing the high-heeled plat­form shoes that many of the girls wear. She got up from 
the chair and went over to his door. She locked it and came back to his chair. Brett was a bit 
con­fused. It was only ten o’clock in the morn­ing and he did not wish to have his en­counter 
with this girl dur­ing busi­ness hours.

 “Now, Car­men, there’s no time for any­thing like that right now.”

 “Oh, just re­lax. This won’t take any time at all. I don’t think.” She got a very 
dif­fer­ent look in her eye and came to­wards the man. He was a bit curi­ous as to what she 
meant by her cryptic com­ment. How­ever, he was still more con­cerned about the 
pos­sib­il­ity of be­ing dis­covered by some in­truder.

 “I don’t know what you are pro­pos­ing right now, Car­men, but I don’t think it is 
very wise for either of us.”’ “Oh, Mr. Markham, no one is go­ing to come in without you 
know­ing it first And, this won’t take very long.”

 “What won’t take very long?”

 She was very close to him now and she made sure that he was look­ing at her. She 
blew him a kiss and pursed her lips. Then she licked them evilly and smiled again.

 Her mean­ing fi­nally pen­et­rated his con­scious­ness and he could not sup­press 
the shiver that went down his spine. He could not stop the ripple of ex­cite­ment that began 
in his cock and ra­di­ated out­ward to his fin­gers and toes.

 She was go­ing to suck him off. He knew it and now he couldn’t stop her. He didn’t 
want to. He liked her idea.

 She was go­ing to do it right there, dur­ing the morn­ing school hours. Car­men 
didn’t say any­more to him.

 In­stead, she got down on her knees in front of him. She pushed his legs apart and 
rubbed her hands over he grow­ing bulge in front of his pants.

 “That feels really big. I think I’m go­ing to en­joy suck­ing you off.” She took her 
time. She was a real pro­fes­sional at her job. With ob­vi­ous en­joy­ment and tal­ent, she 
un­zipped his pants and ran her fin­gers over the bulge in his shorts.

 She took her time with this, now. She had let him know what she in­ten­ded to do 
and she knew that by do­ing this, she cut his re­ac­tion time. She was go­ing to have him 
hot­ter than any­thing in no time.

 And the girl was right. She kept look­ing up at him every now and then, mak­ing 
sure that she had her mouth open and her tongue out just a little. She bent near his cock, but 
she never ac­tu­ally touched his thick staff.

 She pulled his cock out into the open and as soon as Brett felt her hand on his bare 
flesh, he burned with need and de­sire.

 “Go on, suck it, Car­men.”

 “Oh, I will, Mr. Markham. I want to. I will.” But she didn’t. She looked at his cock and 
smiled up at him. She then un­buckled his pants and opened the but­ton . She loosened them
so that she could get at his balls, too.

 She fingered his balls lightly. She knew what she was do­ing. She man­aged to keep
all this very easy for as long as pos­sible. She was work­ing him into a hair trig­ger. Of course, 
Brett didn’t know that, but he en­joyed the sen­sa­tions.

 She fingered his balls and then, she swooped down and licked across them, but only
mo­ment­ar­ily. Then she sat back on her heels and stroked his cock. She tickled around the 
large head and when a drop of se­men ap­peared, she swiped at it with her fin­ger.

 But Brett had come to his limit. He had been teased enough, and he was grow­ing 
more im­pa­tient and very an­noyed. He was frus­trated by her teas­ing.

 “Dam­mit. If you’re go­ing to suck it, go ahead. Oth­er­wise get out of here.” 
Car­men was smart enough to know that she didn’t want to an­ger him. That wasn’t very 
smart. This way she would have him in the palm of her hand. She smiled up at him and 
star­ted on her work.

 This time, in­stead of just brush­ing across his cock, she ac­tu­ally licked across the 
head with her tongue.

 When she made con­tact with his burn­ing and hard flesh, Brett moaned. He was 
really hot for her mouth.

 She licked into the small hole in the head and then up and down the shaft. She was 
flat­ten­ing’ her tongue to give him max­imum cov­er­age. She knew how to suck off a man.

 She could do it really quickly, too.

 Brett was breath­ing hard and she knew that he was very easy to get to. She would 
be able to make him pop in no time. She wanted to do that for two reas­ons. One she would 
make him un­der­stand that she was no am­a­teur and he other one was that she would have 
him hooked.

 Most boys like to be sucked off. They thought it was the greatest thing that was 
every in­ven­ted. Since it didn’t take much time and it was not very messy, there was no 
reason to fight it.

 She tongued all around the throb­bing, red and swollen head. She sniffed up and 
down the shaft to let him know that she was aware of him com­pletely. Some guys liked the 
fact that she smelled them and got a kick out of it.

 Car­men sud­denly thrust her en­tire mouth over the head and forced it as deeply 
into her throat as she could.

 She put as much pres­sure on it as she could, and she got what she wanted from 
the mo­tion.

 Brett came up out of his chair when he real­ized what she was do­ing. The in­tense 
pleas­ure took him right out of his seat as the sen­sa­tion re­gistered with his brain. She 
clamped her lips tightly all around him.

 Then she star­ted to suck. She sucked with all her might. She knew that she could 
do the trick this way. She knew that it had worked be­fore. Car­men sucked harder on Brett’s 
cock than any cock ever be­fore.

 She was in­tent on mak­ing him want her. She would suck him off every day, if that 
was what he wanted. It wouldn’t take very long, any­how. Dur­ing her break in classes, for 
ex­ample.

 “You’re driv­ing me crazy! What are you do­ing?” It was a rhet­or­ical ques­tion. 
Brett no more wanted an an­swer than he wanted her to stop suck­ing. He put his hands on 
both sides of the girl’s face and held her mouth over his burst­ing cock.

 He star­ted to move her head in a pat­tern. He was mak­ing her move so that he 
could fuck her mouth. He was hot that the juice was be­gin­ning to travel up into his penis. He
needed to burst into her lovely young mouth.

 Car­men was fully into her act now. She sucked and licked the head in her mouth. 
She made sure that she used lots of saliva so that she could get more ac­tion on him. She let 
some of it slip out past her lips.

 Then she used both her hands and spread the saliva around on the ex­posed shaft. 
She worked her hands up and down the shaft, work­ing with the lub­ric­a­tion that she had 
provided.

 It was more than Brett could take. He looked down at the young, twelve-year-old 
girl work­ing on his cock and went wild. He pumped his cock into her mouth and thrilled as he
felt her small hands work the cream out of him.

 She was pump­ing him eagerly, try­ing to pull the juice from his cock. She rubbed 
her hands over his staff, then down to his balls, ex­cit­ing and then pleas­ing him. She could 
feel the move­ment in­side the thick, iron cock.

 Brett felt what she was do­ing to him. He know that she had conquered his gism.

 That she could already claim. It was already up on its way to her strong, suc­tion­ing
mouth.

 “That’s it, Car­men. Suck it out of me! Suck it!” Brett was too far gone to think about 
any­thing but feel­ing and watch­ing the scum in his balls shoot­ing into this young 
stu­dent’s mouth. He wanted to see her gag on all the gism that he had for her.

 Car­men con­tin­ued with her pump­ing and suck­ing, for she knew that he was 
very close to com­ing. Just a few more lively sucks and he would be off and into her hands.

 Brett looked down at the young girl. He was so thrilled by the sight of her suck­ing 
vig­or­ously at his stiff prick.

 She was work­ing her small fist up and down the slip­pery shaft like a pis­ton.

 She didn’t tire or waver for a mo­ment. She con­tin­ued suck­ing and jack­ing him 
off. It was a mar­velous ex­per­i­ence. Right there in his of­fice, with the rest of the world not 
sev­eral yards from there they were right then.

 While the teach­ers held their classes and the cafet­eria geared up for lunch and the
teach­ers gos­siped in the lounge, he was at his desk en­joy­ing a good head job from one 
very pro­fi­cient twelve-year-old stu­dent.

 But, just then, he couldn’t think about that. He couldn’t think about how 
won­der­ful it was, and how sneaky and all the rest. The only thing that he could think of was 
that he felt him­self about to come.

 “I’m com­ing. Car­men, suck it out of me!” He was lost to any­thing but the feel­ing 
in his cock. His balls were burn­ing and about to burst and he only wanted to think about 
com­ing in her mouth. He was about to blast her throat full of come.

 At this words, Car­men sucked harder than be­fore and pumped her hands over his 
throb­bing cock like a wild wo­man. She was jerking him off wildly and even she was 
be­com­ing aroused by her ac­tions.

 As her own juices began to fill her panties, Brett star­ted to ex­plode. He held onto 
her face, in­sur­ing that he would flood her mouth with his need. He panted and groaned as 
he shot off and watched her as he did it.

 He could feel the scum drain­ing from his balls and he thought that his heart would 
have to stop beat­ing from the ex­treme pleas­ure that he was ex­per­i­en­cing. It was 
some­thing such as he had never be­fore had.

 It was more than he could take. He slammed his cock deep into her throat, mak­ing 
sure that she took all of it. Her jaws were stretched wide over his cock, but she man­aged to 
hold onto everything.

 Car­men star­ted to gag, but that only in­flamed Brett. He wanted to see her take all
the come that he had to give her. He wasn’t think­ing about any­thing else just then.

 Over and over again, he slammed his thick cock into her throat and he could 
ac­tu­ally feel his come splash­ing and ri­co­chet­ing against her throat. He watched her try to
suck it all up.

 But, of course, he had too much come for her. Even though she tried very hard to 
eat it all up, some of it spilled out and ran down the sides of her mouth. Some of it got onto 
her young pink-cheeked face and even some of her hair was wet with it.

 She sucked and fi­nally got all of his come out of him. She sucked long after he had 
given it all up. He couldn’t handle any more of it.

 She had drained his balls just as she had wanted to.

 He fell back into the chair and his muscles sud­denly seemed very weak. He could 
do no more than sit there, while she gently sucked at his cock. He was wet with his come that 
hadn’t got­ten down her throat, and she wanted to clean him up.

 Breath­ing hard, try­ing to re­gain his equi­lib­rium, Brett sat there and closed his 
eyes. He had to for just a mo­ment. He tried but then he heard some noises and he 
in­stinct­ively opened his eyes.

 Car­men was mak­ing the noise pur­posely. She was lick­ing off her fin­gers that 
had got­ten the come all over them. She was wip­ing off her face and lick­ing the come off 
her fin­gers.

 All through the act, she watched Brett’s face. She was do­ing it for a kick and to get 
him hooked on her. She wanted to drive him wild and to give him wet dreams un­til he saw 
her again.

 Youth can be pom­pous and un­reas­on­able, but to Car­men, she was the best 
little cock­sucker around.

 Cer­tainly in P.S. 737. No one would do a bet­ter job than she could.

 But then, she knew it was time to go. She wanted to leave him in that state of 
ex­haus­tion. She wanted to see him try to re­cover from it very quickly. But she had to make 
him tidy, too.

 Very de­murely, she fin­ished tidy­ing him up and then put his cock and his balls 
back into his shorts and his trousers. She zipped and buttoned him and then he took over and
reb­uckled his belt.

 As he did that, Car­men got up very quickly and headed for the door. She was 
al­most there when he stopped her.

 “Car­men, I just want to tell you one thing.”

 “What’s that, Mr. Markham?” He waited for a mo­ment. He had a tempta­tion to 
string her along for a while, but he just didn’t have the strength for the play. He smiled and 
pat­ted his crotch. Then he grinned smugly.

 “That’s the best blow-job that I’ve had. That was really some­thing. You bet­ter 
come in reg­u­larly for some guid­ance, Car­men.”

 “Sure. When?”

 “How about Tues­days and Thursdays at ten?”

 “Fine. See you.”

 “Oh, Car­men. On your way past my sec­ret­ary’s desk, would you tell her to put 
your name on my cal­en­dar for those times?” They both smiled at that and she winked as she
closed the door to his of­fice.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Lean­ing over, Susanna kissed Brett lightly on the lips. She then smiled and perched 
on his desk.

 “I’m homy.”

 “How very nice. Why don’t you lock the door?” It was three-thirty, but on Fri­days, 
every­one was usu­ally gone. No one wanted to stay after hours if they could pos­sibly avoid 
it. Both teach­ers and stu­dents. It was some­thing to be coun­ted on, es­pe­cially near­ing 
the end of the term.

 Susanna walked over to the door and watched his face while she locked it. She 
en­joyed see­ing him when she did. She did not get the chance too of­ten, due to both their 
sched­ules, but they both en­joyed it.

 Today she was wear­ing a very short little dress. It was early June and the sun was 
hot. Un­usu­ally hot for the be­gin­ning of the sea­son, but real non­ethe­less. She was 
wear­ing san­dals with no stock­ings and her firm and shapely legs were a very pleas­ant 
di­ver­sion for Brett.

 He watched her walk back to­wards him and he smiled. He looked at her for a long 
mo­ment. She was more than he had ever ima­gined at the start of this quiet though 
sat­is­fy­ing re­la­tion­ship.

 She had changed quite a bit. She was more of a per­son, now. She was shrewd in 
her deal­ings with him and with the girls. He did not yet know about all her busi­ness deals, 
and she hoped that he never would.

 She grew to en­joy sex more with him. She loved hav­ing it with a man, now. She 
sel­dom saw the boys any­more. She simply was too busy. Though, she was still look­ing for 
Peter, with the big cock.

 Susanna came to sit on Brett’s desk again. She sat just in front of his chair and 
looked at him. She put one foot on either side of his chair and let him look up into her pussy.

 She was wear­ing a tiny pair of panties and her brown bush showed on the sides of 
the trans­par­ent nylon.

 Neither of them made a pre­tense. He looked at her and en­joyed the view.

 “That’s a pretty pussy, little girl. Can I pet it?”

 “I hope you will. She’s hungry.”

 “Hungry? For what?”

 “For some cream, that’s what. You know that.”

 “Ah, yes. Cream for that sweet pussy.” He moved his hand up and tickled his way 
along one Firm thigh. Then he ran his fin­ger un­der one side of the crotch of her panties. He 
im­me­di­ately slid into her pussy slit.

 “Ohh, that feels so good.”

 “It will feel bet­ter. I prom­ise.”

 “Good. I love the way you fuck me.”

 He smiled and con­tin­ued rub­bing his fin­ger into her pussy. He felt the wet­ness 
all over his fin­ger and in­creased his move­ments. He poked into her a bit lower down and 
thrilled to the feel­ing of the tight little open­ing.

 “I can’t get over how tight you are on my fin­ger. It’s wild.”

 “You don’t know what it feels like when you force that huge cock into me.”

 “The hell I don’t!”

 Without wait­ing for any­more words, he pushed his fin­ger way into her hole. He 
thrust into it as though he were fuck­ing her. He wanted to fuck her all right. But he would 
tease her just a bit be­fore he did.

 He frigged her young pussy and en­joyed the ex­pres­sion on her face and the 
sounds that she was mak­ing.

 He was de­lighted at how well she re­spon­ded when he worked on her. That made 
it so much bet­ter.

 He liked eat­ing young pussy and fuck­ing it, for the re­sponse was the turn-on for 
him as much as the ac­tual pleas­ure was. He liked to see the ex­cite­ment in her eyes and the
ex­pres­sion that told him that he was the greatest lover she had ever had.

 He con­tin­ued work­ing on her, but Susanna was un­happy. She wanted to go at 
him. She wanted to be able to work her hands over his huge cock and suck the very tip. She 
en­joyed the feel­ing and the smell of his huge, bul­ging cock that way.

 “Let’s sixty-nine.”

 The idea ex­cited Brett and he nod­ded his agree­ment to her de­light­ful 
sug­ges­tion. He fi­nally took his fin­ger from her snatch and when he did, he licked it clean. 
He winked at her when he did it.

 “Very tasty pussy, my dear.”

 She smiled back at him, but the pas­sion was be­gin­ning to build in­side her. She 
wanted to get it over with. At least one thrill be­fore she settled into some very ser­i­ous 
fuck­ing.

 She took off her little dress and ex­posed her tiny bra and tiny panties. Brett paused 
to watch her un­dress.

 He found that a nice part of fuck­ing a girl. He loved to see her dis­robe.

 Susanna loosened the hook on her bra and her breasts fell free. The nipples were 
en­larged since she was already ex­cited. Brett went over to her and in­ter­rup­ted his 
un­dress­ing to catch one knob in his mouth.

 He tasted the sweet­ness of her body and sucked gently on her tit. He loved the 
de­light­ful feel­ing of her young nipple in his mouth. He rubbed the other one with his 
fin­gers and then licked across it when he fin­ished with it’s sis­ter.

 How­ever, they both wanted to get on with the main act, and he broke away to pull 
off the rest of his clothes.

 He turned back to her when he was done and then truly en­joyed her na­ked­ness.

 The flimsy things were all in a pile, but he could smell the scent of her wet panties. 
He walked over to her and pulled her to the couch. He was ready to eat that box and make 
her cry with wild pleas­ure.

 He helped her onto the couch and since they had done this be­fore, each knew the 
cor­rect po­s­i­tion for the scene. He let her settle down first, but he was right there when she 
got down.

 He put his face on her opened in­ner thigh. He licked across the firm flesh and felt 
the girl shiver as he did it.

 She was thrill­ing to her own an­ti­cip­a­tion of his tongue.

 She got com­fort­able in between Brett’s legs, grabbing hold of his large cock and 
guid­ing it to her lips, flicked her tongue out for a pre­lim­in­ary and teas­ing swipe.

 He jumped when she did that. He would never get used to be­ing sucked. Even 
though Car­men did such a mag­ni­fi­cent job on him dur­ing the week, Susanna was a 
dif­fer­ent turn-on for him. She was all there.

 They were settled in and the fun was about to be­gin. He lowered his head, and 
began to flick his tongue across the damp pussy. The hair was not quite mat­ted, since her 
panties were not that tight, or on for too long.

 The scent of the nec­tar was strong, how­ever, and he poked his nose into her slit to
drink in the heady smell.

 He loved the smell of young, tender and very hot cunt. It was some­thing such as he
could not ex­plain.

 The turn-on of her pussy drove him into ac­tion. Be­fore he even felt her tongue 
work­ing some ma­gic on his cock, he dived into his work. He didn’t have to work too hard at 
it, either.

 Her lips were swollen with de­sire, and they puffed open. Her grow­ing clit­oris was 
in full sight and he play­fully licked at it. It was get­ting harder as he fooled with her, but 
neither of them would play for too long.

 Brett felt her tongue wrap around his shaft, and then swal­low up on the head of his
cock, and he knew that he couldn’t hold off. He felt the strange shiver go up his spine, and he 
shoved his cock to­ward her lus­cious mouth.

 He didn’t have to tell her any­thing. She knew what to do. She knew that he loved 
to feel her mouth all around his cock. She shoved his cock in as far as it would go and sucked 
on it very strongly. As she suc­tioned her cheeks in, she felt the wild pulsing in his prick.

 He went wild with the pleas­ure that she gave him, and re­turned it in kind. He 
sucked on her clit­oris, and heard her make those little moan­ing sounds that he liked so 
much.

 Brett sucked on her clit­oris, but he did not neg­lect the rest of her pussy. He 
worked his fin­ger into her lips, and made sure that he touched every juicy part that he could.

 He knew there was one thing that truly worked her up. He loved to feel her hot on 
his fin­ger, and he man­aged to push his fin­ger deep into her hole. He thrust into the tight 
open­ing and felt her quiver im­me­di­ately.

 He thrust his fin­ger into her deeply right away, and she gave an in­vol­un­tary 
shiver through­out her en­tire body. Brett thrilled to the idea of how much he af­fected her 
and con­tin­ued to frig her.

 He pulled his fin­ger out and it was drip­ping with honey. He could feel the 
weak­ness on his fin­ger and he star­ted his wicked work on her. He knew that she would not 
be able to res­ist the com­bin­a­tion of sen­sa­tions.

 He con­tin­ued suck­ing and lick­ing all around her clit­oris, as he frigged her very 
quickly and shal­lowly. He saved the deeper thrusts for the big fin­ish. He knew that it would 
not be very long be­fore that happened, either.

 Susanna felt the fin­ger be­gin its work and she jerked her hips to­ward the 
won­der­ful sen­sa­tion. She had been through this be­fore, and each time it had been more 
won­der­ful than the last. She loved the way that Brett worked her little pussy over.

 She had to re­pay and re­spond. And so she did. She licked all around the shaft of 
his cock, and then down to his balls. She was never that good at con­cen­trat­ing while 
some­thing so fant­astic was hap­pen­ing in­side her.

 But she tried, non­ethe­less.

 She closed her mouth over the head, fi­nally, and sucked while she jacked his cock 
with one hand, and diddled his balls with the other.

 She worked stead­ily to please him as much as he was pleas­ing her. It was hard to 
think about any­thing but get­ting off all over his fin­ger and his tongue. She tried to con­trol 
her­self, but she just couldn’t.

 How­ever, that was one thing that Brett coun­ted on. He knew that she was lost 
when she was that hot. He knew that he could make her come, while he held him­self in 
check. Now that he was more fa­mil­iar with her won­der­ful body, he was a more ef­fect­ive 
lover.

 He thrust his fin­ger into her va­gina a bit more deeply. He could feel her shiver, 
and hear her in­vol­un­tary gasps, and she moaned as he worked hap­pily on her. He wanted 
to make her come now.

 He worked more di­li­gently and he knew that in just a mo­ment or two, she would 
be all done. He sucked at her clit­oris, and then quickly licked all up and down the open 
puffed lips.

 The pleas­ure that she felt drove Susanna wild. She knew that she was about to 
come and she just went wild. She sucked con­stantly at his cock, and rubbed him fiercely.

 She could not know that her grasp on his strong and tur­gid mem­ber was a it too 
much. He winced, but she didn’t no­tice. He did not break her grasp, though, for she was 
about to come, and he didn’t wish to dis­tract her.

 He licked harder and faster, and frigged her more deeply. He in­creased his pace, 
and felt the juices flood­ing out onto his fin­ger. She was be­gin­ning to come.

 “Mmmm! Uggghh!”

 Susanna was mak­ing sounds of joy and pleas­ure, even though her mouth was 
more than amply stuffed. She was writh­ing and rolling and at­tempt­ing to re­spond to the 
wild thrills go­ing through her.

 Then all hell broke loose in­side her pussy. The con­vuls­ive waves clamped her cunt
onto his fin­ger over and over again. There was noth­ing that she could do, and noth­ing that 
he wished to do to stop her.

 He frigged her even while she came, mak­ing sure that she got a good one from it. 
She was writh­ing and grind­ing her pussy into his face. She wanted all that he could give her, 
and much, much more.

 The hot little teen­ager ground her cunt all over Brett’s face. The scent of her cunt 
juice thrilled him, and he didn’t mind the way that she was work­ing on his cock.

 She didn’t real­ize how hard she was suck­ing and grasp­ing. She didn’t real­ize it 
un­til in one flash, she felt her hand grip­ping so tightly that the strong, rock-hard 
in­stru­ment pulsed wildly in her hand.

 She man­aged to let go a little, but she did not man­age to con­tinue her 
min­is­tra­tions very suc­cess­fully. Brett got a re­prieve, and he man­aged to cool down a bit 
as she faltered in her task.

 How­ever, he did not mind, for she was hav­ing a mo­nu­mental come as he sucked
and frigged her. She was still mov­ing about in­vol­un­tar­ily and un­con­trol­lably. She was 
lost in a labyrinth of pleas­ure and could not find the light and the calm. She con­tin­ued in 
her fant­astic, pleas­ure-filled trip.

 Fi­nally, the light showed clearer. She felt the waves of pleas­ure lessen, and then 
she was there, breath­ing hard, bathing in a lovely af­ter­glow of won­der at her pleas­ure.

 She closed her eyes and ran her tongue over the pulsing cock­head, just an inch 
from her mouth. She licked all over it in grate­ful ex­pres­sion. How­ever, they both knew that
it was only the be­gin­ning.

 How­ever, it was time to re­verse po­s­i­tions. Brett pur­posely did not lick all her 
pussy juices off. He loved the taste, but he wanted to feel that cream smear all over his cock 
when he shoved it into her.

 This time, they man­aged to fix them­selves so that she was on top of him. So much
the bet­ter. That way, she could slide onto his cock, and they could be­gin.

 Susanna was heady from the fant­astic come that he had given her. She was wild for
more of the same, too.

 She did not want to lose any part of the pleas­ure that they were build­ing.

 She straddled him and made ready to im­pale her­self on his cock. She felt the very 
tip of his cock spread­ing the lips of her cunt wide open. It was just where it should be.

 She moved against his cock and nature took over. Her lips spread wider and the 
blun­ted in­stru­ment stretched her slip­pery flesh open. As she lowered her­self onto him, 
her weight forced him in­ward.

 “Ahh, that’s too much.”

 Susanna cooed, as she slid down his pole. It was not that smooth. Even though she 
was wet and ready, she wasn’t that big. She had to force her­self onto him. He helped by 
pulling down on her hips.

 As he helped her down onto his thick cock, Brett shivered him­self. He could not 
help the feel­ings as the in­tense pleas­ure flooded into him. He had not yet come, and he 
had been teased all through­out his frig­ging by her mouth­ings.

 He ad­jus­ted him­self to fit into her, and began to pump up­ward. He was thrill­ing
to her move­ments. But he had a mind of his own when it came to get­ting off in­side her.

 “That feels just great, Sue, just fant­astic!”

 “Just wait. It gets bet­ter, Brett.” He smiled. She was us­ing his line. But he didn’t 
care to be funny just then. He wanted to make it and shoot into her. He wanted to shoot high 
and fill her with the come that she was teas­ing out of him.

 It would only serve her right. He had been suck­ing and frig­ging her be­fore and 
now she was teas­ing and pleas­ing him in re­turn. She would have to ex­pect a pussy full of 
cream. That was what she had wanted.

 That was just what he was go­ing to give her. Right then. Or in a few minutes, 
any­way. He did not want to play end­lessly. They could do that the second time around. Now
he needed his rocks to be cracked.

 “Ride him hard, Susanna. Hard and fast. Come on.” Susanna looked down at the 
mad man she rode, and smiled. She was still thrilled from the won­der­ful come that he had 
made pos­sible, and she wanted to give in re­turn.

 “That is what you really want?”

 “Yes.”

 “Then I guess that I’ll have to do it.”

 She smiled down at him and pumped up and down over his cock. He shivered and 
closed his eyes, as she did that. He could feel the hell be­ing squeezed as she rode up and 
down.

 “More of that, and I’ll splash up to your ton­sils.”

 “Big talk.”

 “Big cock, you bitch. Come on, move!”

 She laughed, but she was past be­ing funny. She needed more of the stuff that he 
was after, any­way. Each time that she rode him, he was get­ting the other side of the feel­ing.
It was by no means a chore.

 Susanna closed her eyes for a few mo­ments and con­tin­ued rid­ing up and down. 
She could feel the drag that came after she had been rid­ing a longer time. She was tight from
com­ing, and just tight from be­ing her­self.

 The sen­sa­tions as his cock spread her apart were more than she could de­scribe. 
Some of the move­ments were rough un­til more juices were secreted and the way be­came 
smooth once more.

 The ac­tion was splen­did and tit­il­lat­ing. She rode up and down stead­ily, like a 
pony at one of the fairs. She was alive and hot, but steady and cal­cu­lated in her 
move­ments.

 Brett tried to be easy about it, but he could not. His cock was about to burst from all
the work­ings she had given him. He was try­ing to hold out, but it was too dif­fi­cult for him 
to do.

 So, in­stead of be­ing cool and col­lec­ted, he began to ram his cock high into her 
body. He held onto her slim hips and rammed his cock all the way in. He could feel her grunt 
as he did it, but he didn’t care.

 All he wanted to do was get off in­side her. He was go­ing to shoot all the come he 
had deep into her cunt. He was that hot and so noth­ing was go­ing to de­ter him from that 
at this mo­ment.

 He worked stead­ily into her, feel­ing his cock squeeze into that tight space. She 
was hot and wet. Very wet.

 The feel­ing was ex­quis­ite, and he was caught in bind.

 He wanted to keep fuck­ing her forever, and to feel that vel­vety cunt tight­en­ing 
over his pound­ing cock, but he wanted to shoot into her and get it done with. He truly felt 
that if he did not make it soon, he would die.

 He kept ram­ming into her, and soon, he felt the re­lease that he needed near­ing. 
He would only have to main­tain this speed and this qual­ity for some time. He didn’t need 
any­thing else, and he would have it.

 But he wasn’t even count­ing on Susanna, and her help­ing out. He was lost in his 
own needs when he was this hot. He didn’t think of ask­ing for her help. He would make it on 
his own. After all, he was the man.

 How­ever, Susanna got a kick out of mak­ing him come. She liked to watch his face 
and see the strange, help­less ex­pres­sion that he usu­ally wore when she squeezed the 
come out of him.

 In this at­ti­tude, she de­cided to go for broke. She knew that most of­ten, when 
she fucked him that way, she ended up get­ting off her­self. She had done it once, but there 
was al­ways time for an­other grand come.

 She pumped away at him, but she had not yet de­cided to bring into play her 
strong cunt. She squeezed down on him, as she rode him and she saw the re­ac­tion on 
Brett’s face.

 He looked up at her and his mouth opened. He was about to say some­thing but 
she did it again, and he didn’t have time. He didn’t have time to com­ment. She was do­ing it 
too fast, for him to do or say any­thing.

 All he could do was to wear that look all over him, and flinch as she squeezed the 
come out of his cock. She was rid­ing and squeez­ing. She was driv­ing him mad with 
pleas­ure and need.

 “Don’t stop that, Susanna. Please don’t stop.” He man­aged some words to her, but 
she wouldn’t let him get any more out. She in­creased her tim­ing, and rode him harder and 
faster. She moved her hips and screwed her pussy up. It was some­thing that he couldn’t stop 
at all.

 “I’m not go­ing to stop, Brett. I don’t want to stop. I’m go­ing to make it, too, you 
know.” He looked up at her, and she was get­ting a glazed look in her eye, too. She humped 
harder down on his cock, and squeezed when she came. She worked over him with ex­pert 
tim­ing, that was soon dis­turbed by her own needs.

 Some­how, she for­got all about her ef­fect on him, and what she liked to do and 
see. Sud­denly, she could only think of how it felt when she came with that big, thick cock in 
her cunt.

 The both of them were lost in their sep­ar­ate, but joined world. They gave each 
other pleas­ure, but each was fight­ing for his and her own pleas­ure. It was a unique blend of
help­ing one­self while help­ing an­other.

 Joined in their ex­cit­ing co­oper­a­tion, Brett and Susanna climbed higher to the 
pin­nacle of pleas­ure. It was hot and wet, and they were swim­ming in the ex­pect­a­tion and
an­ti­cip­a­tion.

 The strange, but fa­mil­iar itch­ing began in Susanna’s cunt. She scratched the itch 
over the thick cock in­side her. That was the only ef­fect­ive cure for the ail­ment.

 As she rubbed her­self all over him, Brett felt his spunk climb­ing higher in his cock. 
He knew that he could not hold it back for much longer. It was more than he could take. He 
pumped his hips up­ward, deep into her cunt, and prayed for the won­der­ful re­lease.

 They were both very, very close. If one changed at all, the scales would be tipped. As
it turned out, Susanna did the tip­ping. She felt the be­gin­ning of her or­gasm, and she 
clamped harder onto his cock. She was feed­ing into her own needs, but Brett got the 
re­wards, too.

 “Susanna, I’m com­ing. I can’t help it!”

 “Good. Shoot it off! Come on!”

 She was just about there, as he slammed his cock deep into her, and then the flood 
of cream hit her. It was more than she could take. It shot high into her cunt, wet­ting her and 
send­ing the sur­plus back down and all over the both of them.

 As they worked frantic­ally to­gether at each other, Susanna felt her own ma­gic 
be­gin to work. The fant­astic feel­ings were all hers. She didn’t have to take from his. This 
time they share the won­der­ful re­ac­tions.

 He was grunt­ing and pump­ing more come into her than he knew he had. He was 
wet with her come, and his own, and neither of them cared at all. He con­tin­ued to slam up 
into her without re­gard for any­thing but their pleas­ure.

 His come splashed all over and Susanna clamped tighter onto his cock. There was 
noth­ing to do but fuck.

 There was noth­ing left to do but take all the pleas­ure that they had both worked 
for.

 Over and over, she moaned, and thrust her hips up and down, pulling her 
con­vulsed cunt over his cock. The cream was pretty much all hers then. He had emp­tied his 
balls into her.

 The real­ity of liv­ing caught up with Brett first. He was totally out of breath, and so 
tired that his muscles ached. He was gone. He was done for the mo­ment. He could not move 
every again. He had to rest.

 He ceased his move­ments, but Susanna did not. She made sure that she kept up 
un­til the last of her pleas­ure was done. She was still writh­ing all over his cock, and she was 
able to work it without his help.

 The sen­sa­tions fi­nally died out and she calmed her­self. She man­aged to slow 
down, and then she stopped.

 The come was drip­ping out of her pussy all around the cock that was still in­ser­ted
in there.

 They both panted as the blood pulsed wildly through their bod­ies. The nervous 
sys­tem had to get back to nor­mal be­fore they could speak and re­sume any activ­ity. It had
gone through quite a bit just then.

 But everything mends very quickly, es­pe­cially in the young. She opened her eyes, 
while her heart still beat wildly. A smile crossed her lips and she grinned. She was slightly 
drunk with pleas­ure.

 “Wow! Really wow!”

 “Mmm. My feel­ings ex­actly.”

 Susanna col­lapsed on top of Brett for a spell. She was smil­ing and happy, and 
even as they were paus­ing for a brief rest, and nap­ping period, she was plan­ning the next 
act.

 But that was no prob­lem to Brett. He was think­ing about which way he would 
prefer his next or­gasm. The prin­cipal and his stu­dent were very well suited to each other’s 
needs.

 They were both wild for sex, and any­thing less than two to three times was 
con­sidered to be a quickie. This af­ter­noon, they had plenty of time. No in­ter­fer­ence, and 
no plans for any­thing ex­cept the en­joy­ment of each other.

 Susanna spoke with her eyes closed. It was some­thing that Carl Axel, the shop 
teacher had said to her. She had thought about it ever since he had in­ter­ested her in the 
idea.

 “Brett, you ever fuck any­one in the ass?” The thought made the corners of his 
mouth curl up­ward. He knew it was go­ing to be a good af­ter­noon.

 “Sure, why? You in­ter­ested?”

 “Could be. Could be.”

 He tightened his arms around her, and they cuddled be­fore what was go­ing to be 
a wild orgy. They both knew it, and the ex­cite­ment grew in the air. Just as he grew.

 As they both thought about the pro­posed act, Susanna could feel her­self 
grow­ing moist anew. And she could feel Brett’s flick­ers of life. Flattened against her 
stom­ach, his cock star­ted to come to life. She sighed, think­ing how good it was to learn 
new things in school.

 And to learn them from the prin­cipal? None bet­ter! But, un­for­tu­nately, they 
were both rather ex­hausted from their most re­cent ad­ven­tures into para­dise-and each 
other. Be­fore either of them even real­ized it they were both peace­fully sleep­ing, dream­ing
very pleas­ant dreams.

 Brett’s dreams were so nice, in fact, that when he did awake from his slum­ber he 
had more than just a slight stir­ring in his groin. To tell the truth, he was the proud owner of a 
full hard-on, and per­haps the most im­press­ive one of his life.

 As he had fallen asleep on Susanna’s belly, she too was’ awakened when that part of
Brett’s mas­cu­line ana­tomy arose with him. She in­stinct­ively reached for his cock with her 
del­ic­ate hand, and thought of telling him to ease off of her a bit so that she may slither 
down his body and do the proper justice to his rod with her lips and tongue. But then she 
re­membered the treat that they had planned be­fore they drif­ted off into that beau­ti­ful 
rest that al­ways ac­com­pan­ies a. Post-or­gas­mic glow.

 Brett kissed her ever so lightly on her lips, but she knew that his thoughts were far 
from. Pla­tonic. His mouth widened into an evil grin as he ran his hands along the un­der­side
of Susanna’s body, stop­ping at her as­s­cheeks, knead­ing them a mo­ment, and then 
in­sert­ing his fin­ger into her del­ic­ate, yet al­most anxious as­shole.

 As if they had been do­ing this all of their lives, Brett let up the pres­sure that he 
was ex­ert­ing on top of the girl’s body and she rolled over onto her stom­ach. You’d think 
that this was a well planned dance routine they moved so swiftly, grace­fully, and in per­fect 
time to each other.

 Susanna then got up on her knees so that her per­fect bot­tom was star­ing straight
at the prin­cipal’s lewd grin.

 The way her back was slanted caused her charm­ing breasts to just lightly touch the 
couch. Her already ex­ten­ded nipples gently grazed the tweed ma­ter­ial, caus­ing them to 
grow and bud even more.

 It was def­in­itely the most charm­ing sight that Brett had ever be­held. For a brief 
mo­ment he did not want to in­ter­rupt his vis­ion, or break it up by pla­cing him­self into the
pic­ture. But his mind’s eye told him just how much more de­light­ful the scene would be 
once he was a part of it. And his cock, now full, hot, and throb­bing, did more than just 
second the mo­tion. It ac­tu­ally pushed the point home!

 As if moved by a force out­side of his own body, Brett was pro­pelled for­ward and 
the full force of his body fell onto Susanna. Mi­ra­cu­lously, the force did not push her down, 
but did make his en­trance into her del­ic­ate little hole very easy. He was sur­prised that she 
put up no res­ist­ance, but did not have the time to give it much thought as his cock was now 
so de­li­ciously sheathed by her body.

 Susanna was a bit sur­prised by his sud­den en­trance but soon the pas­sions took 
over her sys­tem as well, and the young girl and older man were ex­per­i­en­cing a com­plete
and new pleas­ure for the first time.

 At least it was new to Brett, which caused Susanna to muse over the idea that now it
would be hard to de­cide which of them was ac­tu­ally the pu­pil!


 THE END
