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AFTER SCHOOL
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When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with
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relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had
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been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during
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English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through
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History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her history teacher,
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always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels.
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Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last class, and
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it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those
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days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to
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see him flush and turn quickly away.
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The other students filed out quickly. Susie lingered and
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approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.
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"Mr. Thompson, I have this problem."
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"Yes, Miss Merton. What is it?"
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His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was coming.
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It was the same every Wednesday. The young girl set her
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textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on the side
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opposite the classroom door.
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"It's this. I just can't get it into my head," Susie said, her
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right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the teacher's crotch.
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Fred Thompson gasped but did not move away. She was happy to
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feel that his prick was already half-erect, and jerking under her
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hand. The classroom was empty though the door was still open,
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but Mr. Thompson's back was turned towards the hallway and
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Susie was almost completely hidden from any passers-by.
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She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing it
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warmly through his impeccable flannels.
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"It's just so hard to swallow something like this," she
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whispered, giving it an extra squeeze. It was a lie. In fact Susie
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loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and had been
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enthusiastically doing so since the second week of school. Mr.
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Thompson's prick seemed just made for sucking, unlike those of
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some of her other teachers. It was not too big, but it had a large
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round knob on the end that fit right into Susie's mouth like a ripe,
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juicy plum.
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Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into his
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fly. Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on
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Wednesdays, though he hadn't at first. Susie remembered how
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much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to extricate
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his half-swollen cock from his pants. But this time it popped out
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easily, as if eager for what was to come. More eager than its
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owner it seemed. Mr. Thompson gulped noisily.
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"Uh . . . Uh , the door, Miss Merton. Shouldn't we . . . ? Susie
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usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today she couldn't
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wait to taste his prick, and she liked the excitement of knowing
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that they might be discovered at any time.
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Greedily she spread her lips over the red knob of his now
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completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar affection. Then she
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began to lick at it avidly. The teacher instinctively pushed
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forward with his hips and that big round morsel slipped easily
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between Susie's welcoming lips. He gripped her head and began
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to push it in and out of her mouth, but timidly, with short hesitant
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strokes, while Susie sucked vigorously.
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Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his cock
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planted deep in Susie's mouth.
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"Please, Miss Merton . . . Susan! Oh God! Someone's
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coming. Stop it, please. We can't. Not here."
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Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away from
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his crotch, but Susie would have none of it. She bit down with her
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teeth--not hard enough to hurt him but firmly enough to remind
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him that she could if she wanted. With her teeth pressed firmly
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against the flesh of his trembling shaft, it was impossible for him
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to pull its swollen knob through them. Susie was not going to
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give up her lollipop no matter who was coming.
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The footsteps paused at the doorway. A cheery female voice
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called out:
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"Good night, Fred. Working late?"
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It was Miss Renwick, the principal's secretary. Susie knew that
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she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson. All the girls whispered
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about it in the washroom.
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Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his
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shoulder. His body was held in position by Susie's tenacious
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mouth on his cock.
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"Uh, oh, yes. Miss . . . uh . . Renwick. Some things I have to
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finish up."
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"You're too dedicated, Fred. You should relax and have some
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fun sometime too."
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Susie began to move her head slightly, rubbing her tongue
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over the round head of Fred Thompson's cock, still careful not to
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let him pull out. She was very excited. While she had often been
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watched while she sucked or fucked, this was different because it
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was secret. She could just imagine the furor that would ensue if
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they were discovered. Mr. Thompson must have been imagining
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the same thing, for his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her
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mouth. Susie was determined to remedy that situation and she
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went to work with her tongue. Seeing that Fred Thompson, for
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some strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her,
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Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and puzzled.
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As soon as she had gone Susie began sucking in earnest on
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her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by their close
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call that he hardly moved. But Susie didn't mind that. She was
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quite willing to do all the work when it came to sex, for it seemed
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to her impossible that the other person or persons could be
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experiencing even a tiny fraction of the indescribable pleasure she
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drew from her sexual acts. She was even grateful that men like
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Mr. Thompson let her suck on their cocks almost whenever she
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wanted. So, in taking her pleasure, she tried to give them as
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much in return as she could, even though she knew it could not
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possibly match hers.
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Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the
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teacher's hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as she
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plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft. The huge knob
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pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more than men
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with much larger cocks did. Susie could hardly wait to feel the
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hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into her belly.
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"Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Susan, Ooooh! this is madness!
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Anyone could come!"
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Especially us, thought Susie to herself as with a final burst of
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suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous climax. He
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moaned and clutched her head, pulling her against him, finally
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giving way to his passion as his come poured into her mouth.
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Susie held his spurting cock prisoner within the velvet trap of her
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mouth and gulped down every drop of that wonderful liquid. She
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continued sucking gently even after it was all gone, feeling his
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once proud prick shrink between her lips. Finally she let the limp
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organ slip out of her mouth. Mr. Thompson quickly stuffed it
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back into his pants.
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"Susan, this is mad! Why are you tormenting me like this? It
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can't go on this way. Not here, in the school. Why won't you
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come home with me instead. Louise Renwick almost caught us
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there. You should have at least waited for me to close the door. It
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would have been the end. My job. My career."
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"Your cock!" Susie replied, laughing and licking her lips.
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"But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Wednesday afternoon
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I get so horny thinking about your prick. Then I just have to have
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it right away. Besides, maybe Miss Renwick wouldn't have been
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as shocked as you think. She might even have wanted to be in my
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place."
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But Fred Thompson wasn't listening. The pressure in his
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balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from the
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school quickly before someone asked him what he was doing in an
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empty classroom after hours with a nubile young junior-high
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student. He grabbed his books and rushed for the safety of the
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teachers' room, telling himself that he must put a stop to it, but
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knowing that he would be there again after school next
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Wednesday. It was madness but he couldn't resist what little
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Susie and her talented mouth could do for him.
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Susie watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement. It
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was always like this, but she didn't feel offended. She had got
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what she wanted from him. Her pussy still itched but she had the
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delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to savor until she could find
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someone to poke his prick between her legs. That wouldn't take
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long, she knew; it never did.
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Licking her lips one last time, Susie gathered up her books
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and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into the janitor
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who was sweeping the floor with a push broom. He was a small,
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elderly man, little more than half the height of the broom. Vito
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Mascalla was his name. He hardly spoke English, but three of his
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children were attending university. He was a quiet little man,
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gray-haired and gentle, and Susie liked him very much. She often
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stopped to chat with him about his family. He frowned on seeing
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a student there so late; it usually meant some prank was going to
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be played. But when he recognized Susie, his face brightened and
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he smiled like a delighted child.
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"Oh Miss Susie. Hello. You are good?"
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Very good! thought Susie, though some people might call it
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bad.
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"Hi, Mr. Mascalla. How's everything? Come stai?"
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"Bene, bene, grazie. I mean very good. My son Rico, he just
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get marry."
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"I know. You told me. Last week, wasn't it? Did he go away
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on a honeymoon?"
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"Away? Yes, to Italy. To my village. But I got pictures of
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wedding. You like to see, Miss Susie?"
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"I'd love to Mr. Mascalla."
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"They just downstairs. You come. I show."
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He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs. Susie
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followed, a bit reluctantly. She had hoped that he would have the
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pictures with him. Now it would be a little longer before she
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could find someone to scratch the itch in her pussy. But she was
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really pleased to see the little old man so happy and she wanted to
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share his joy with him.
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As she followed the janitor down the two flights of stairs to
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his corner in the boiler-room, Susie found herself suddenly
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thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different terms than before.
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She thought of his three sons and four daughters; she remembered
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that his wife had died last year. He had fathered at least seven
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children. Now he was alone. He had a cock. Susie suddenly
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decided that she wanted it. It surprised her that she hadn't
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thought of having him fuck her already. There were very few men
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in the school that she had missed, but she was sure this oversight
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would soon be remedied.
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They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor had fitted up
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as an "office". Innumerable pictures of his family filled the wall
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over the bare and rickety table that served as a desk. Beside it was
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a heap of plastic garbage bags stuffed with some of the waste
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paper generated by a school.
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The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and
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handed it to Susie. As she leafed through it, uttering the
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appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already
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well-thumbed. Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.
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"She is very beautiful, your son's wife. He is very lucky. And
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your son is very handsome too. But you look best of all in your
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new suit, Mr. Mascalla."
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"Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss Susie?"
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"I can see that you weren't comfortable in it. It was too tight
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here, wasn't it?"
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To the old man's shock and amazement, Susie--that sweet
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little girl--reached out and pressed her hand over his crotch. He
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tried to jump back but he was caught in front of the desk and
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couldn't escape her determined hand. She maintained the
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pressure, moving her fingers down until she cupped his balls. He
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could hardly speak.
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"Miss Susie! What you do? No! No! Not nice. Don't,
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please."
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"Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla. Your prick. I can feel that
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it's very nice. You made all your children with it, and now your
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son is using his and putting it inside his wife to make
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grandchildren for you. Wouldn't you like to put it in me, too, like
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you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing right now
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with his new wife? I'd like it very much, Mr. Mascalla. Won't
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you do it just for me?"
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She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all
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over the bulge of flesh at his crotch. The poor old man was
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frightened to death. Susie released her hold on his prick and
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quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She wore no bra.
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Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled out of it,
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making her round, young titties bounce. Only her tiny pink bikini
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panties remained. In a few seconds they were on the floor on top
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of the skirt.
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The janitor was incredulous. Never would he have believed it.
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He didn't even believe it now; it couldn't be happening. This must
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all be some strange joke or dream. Such a beautiful and sweet
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little girl, naked in front of him. And she had touched his cazzo,
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like a putana, a whore, but she wasn't one. She was the nicest
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person in the school. His confused mind couldn't reconcile these
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two opposites.
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"Here, Mr. Mascalla, don't these feel nice. They're only small
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now, but soon they'll be bigger and you can feel them then too.
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Your hands feel so good on me."
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She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them against
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her titties. They were not at all small, and for a thirteen-year old
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girl they were remarkably full and fleshy. His hands just lay
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there, unmoving, pressing against her erecting nipples. Susie
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took advantage of the old man's shock to reach down and undo his
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belt with her skilled and practiced fingers. Doing so pushed her
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titties harder against his palms. She was pleased to feel some
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resistance. He was pushing back, at least a little.
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In a few seconds the old man's trousers fell to the floor. A
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moment later Susie was pushing his underwear down his thighs.
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His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the young girl was
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delighted to see it. It was huge. Almost as fat as his arm, maybe
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even thicker, even though it was still soft. It looked so strange
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hanging from such a small man.
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"Oh, Mr. Mascalla! It's lovely! You have such a beautiful
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prick. No wonder you have such fine children. Oh, if only I'd
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known I would have done this long ago. Why didn't you tell me?
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Oh, if only you knew how much I love cocks like yours!"
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She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little man, took
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his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking kiss right on its
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head.
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"Oh no! Oh Miss Susie. Don't, please! No. Not good. Not
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right. Is a sin."
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Never had anything like this ever happened to him. It was
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unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a cazzo. Only
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putanas did that. He couldn't let this little girl do such an awful
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thing, even if it did send a surge of excitement through his frail
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body. But Susie paid him no attention. She wrapped her young
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lips around his swelling cock-head and, under her expert oral
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ministrations, his enormous organ slowly began to swell even
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larger. She paused from time to time to whisper her admiration
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and to talk about the children he had made with it. That seemed
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to stimulate something deep inside him, for she felt his cock jerk
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and throb each time she spoke, and it was always a little harder
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and a little bigger when she took it back in her mouth again.
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Susie couldn't wait any longer. The itch in her pussy was
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turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have this
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wonderful prick inside her. With her hands tightly locked around
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the shaft of the janitor's now almost gigantic cock, she pulled him
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with her as she moved backwards towards the piles of garbage
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bags.
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"Come here! Please, Mr. Mascalla. Put your big cock in me
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like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing to his
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wife now. I want you to do it so much, Mr. Mascalla. Please give
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me your cock."
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She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling his
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frail body with her. His pants were still around his ankles and he
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tripped and fell on top of her. Susie groaned as his giant club
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slammed against her belly while his face landed on the tender
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mass of her titties. She quickly reached down with one hand to
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position his great tool where it would do the most good for her,
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while her other arm wrapped around his neck, pressing his face
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into her breast. When his cockhead was positioned at the mouth
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of her hungry pussy, it seemed to sink right in, slowly and
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naturally, with no effort on his part. In a moment Susie felt it
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buried deep within her and she sighed in glorious contentment.
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She hadn't had a cock in her pussy since her Chemistry teacher
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had fucked her in the lab store-room at lunch time. She lifted her
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legs and pulled the janitor's long cock even further into her,
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squeezing his throbbing shaft with her caressing cunt muscles.
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Then she whispered in his ear.
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"Love me now, Mr. Mascalla. Love me with your prick. Fuck
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me with your big cock!"
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Something inside the little man's mind snapped, some bond of
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restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young peasant who had
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wooed and won the prettiest girl in his village. With a groan of
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anguished pleasure he pulled back and began to drive his great
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pole into Susie's welcoming cunt, sinking right to the balls each
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time. His energy and strength amazed the young girl, and she
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exploded into climax after climax as he pounded his prick into
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her. He was muttering in Italian as his giant cock spoke to her
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happy pussy in the international language of fucking.
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Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her and
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began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep, so deep that
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she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson's juices still
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glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then the old man
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collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing into her sweaty
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titties. Susie held him gently until his breathing calmed,
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murmuring her appreciation in his ear.
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"Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock filled
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me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I just want to
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do it over and over again with you. I hope you'll let me, Mr.
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Mascalla."
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The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Susie gently rolled
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him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick his shrinking
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cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and greedily sucking up the
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last few drops of gism that still oozed from its tip.
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"Miss Susie, I . . ."
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"No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was wonderful.
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You did me such a big favor. I hope it was as nice for you."
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She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim light of
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the boiler-room. The old man watched her in bewildered
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admiration as she dressed.
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As she started to pull on her panties, she had second thoughts.
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They would only get in the way, she said to herself. For a long
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time her mother had been surprised at how quickly Susie's panties
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seemed to disappear from the lingerie drawer. Whenever she
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could, Susie liked to go without them, and she didn't always
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remember to stuff them into her purse or pocket when she took
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them off. And often she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs.
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This she did now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla's lovely prick
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before she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be
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back again soon to see this dear little old man with the big prick,
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but now she was looking for other adventures before she had to be
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home for supper.
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Susie reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's variety store
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before he closed. Pop carried everything in his cluttered store,
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including some lingerie. Susie had an agreement with him to
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supply her with panties whenever she needed them to appease her
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mother's curiosity. Pop had even ordered in a whole gross of
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Susie's brand of panties especially for her, but they were fast
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disappearing.
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While a happy and satisfied Susie climbed the stairs from the
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cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.
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"Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson. Marcella's
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gone off and just dropped everything. I almost killed myself on
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the damn thing. Have you seen him anywhere?"
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"The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs."
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"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my
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mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the
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Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go along,
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Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a
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good night."
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"Good night, sir."
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Susie easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson and
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Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Susie was worried. She
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certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor half-
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undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want anything
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bad to happen to him, especially after what he had just done for
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her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal who had tripped over
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the broom. She knew exactly how to handle him.
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The vice-principal started down the stairs with the abandoned
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broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight of Susie.
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"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"
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"No sir, Mr. Cummings."
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"Oh, it's you, Miss Merton. I didn't recognize you."
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His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over his
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shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.
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"Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's about last
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week."
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George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered
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last week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking himself for
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having been so indiscreet, or relishing the memory of what had
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happened in his office. Susie had come to see him for some
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reason he couldn't remember and somehow--he still wasn't sure
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exactly how it had happened--he had soon found himself with his
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cock inside the young girl, screwing her on his desk. Though
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often tempted, it was the first time he had ever succumbed to the
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seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was
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constantly surrounded.
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But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as Susie. He
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had never seen anything like her combination of girlish innocence
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and searing eroticism. Now he was really worried. What did she
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have to say to him? She couldn't be pregnant; it was much too
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early to know that. Maybe she had told her parents. Maybe she
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was going to demand money to keep quiet about it. You never
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could tell with these little bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet.
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His cock surged at the thought. He stood still with countless
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nameless fears running through his head, and a current of sexual
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energy through his body.
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Susie continued up the stairs until she was standing just a few
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steps below him. Her face was right at his crotch level. For the
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third time in little more than half an hour she reached out and
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squeezed a man's prick through his pants.
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"I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again."
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Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His cock
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stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at discovering
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that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try to blackmail him, as
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had once happened with one of his colleagues. At the same time
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he looked around nervously, afraid that someone might see or
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hear. Susie squeezed again at the stiffening flesh in his pants,
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remembering how it had felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long,
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and hard, just like a broom-handle. She looked again at the
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broom he was holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings
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turned abruptly, still holding onto the broom.
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"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my office!"
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Susie contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything
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had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time being
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and she was going to get fucked again.
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As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-principal
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set the broom down and tried to embrace her. Susie squirmed
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away. She didn't even like the man--he was the school
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disciplinarian--so she was certainly not going to kiss him; but she
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did like his cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she wanted to
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tease him a bit.
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"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it, too.
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Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry. I
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can't wait."
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"Don't worry, you little cunt. You'll see it soon enough, and feel
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it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want more?"
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"I always want more, Mr. Cummings," said Susie sweetly and
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truthfully.
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Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes, slowing
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himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his trouser legs.
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He was completely under her erotic spell again. While she
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watched him struggle, Susie sat calmly in his chair, behind the
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desk where he had screwed her the week before. She threw up her
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skirt and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her dewy
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pussy lips, still swollen from Mr. Mascalla's fucking. The sight
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made it even more difficult for him.
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"Shit! You're really going to get it, you little bitch!"
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Idly, almost casually, Susie reached out and grabbed the
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broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when they
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came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the process,
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until it lay in front of her. Then slowly, deliberately, she pulled
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the end of the handle to her gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down
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until it to shone with her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into
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her bottomless pussy.
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"Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your cock
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in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock is even harder
|
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than this. I just know I'll love it."
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Cummings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this
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fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself with a
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broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny, fragile-looking
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pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an incredible length
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of the hard polished wood. It should be coming out of her head,
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he thought to himself as he finally stripped off his pants.
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Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff prick
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curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as long and thin as
|
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Susie had remembered, and the sight of her fucking her juicy
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pussy with the broom handle had brought him to a state of
|
|
excitement he hadn't known for years.
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"Come here, Sir. Let me taste it."
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"Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck it! Suck
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my cock!"
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Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding the
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shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to stop
|
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fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom handle,
|
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straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both of Susie's hands
|
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were occupied with that hard pole, so she just smiled and pursed
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her lips. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward,
|
|
pushing his cock towards her mouth. Susie eagerly opened her
|
|
lips to suck it in, licking and caressing it with her tongue until she
|
|
was sure it was as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom
|
|
handle. Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at
|
|
the vice-principal's hips and pull his prick even further into her
|
|
throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs, still
|
|
caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of gravity and her
|
|
clenching muscles pushed it out of her and it clattered to the floor.
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|
As it fell Susie suddenly pulled back her head from his engorged
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prong.
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"Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck my
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|
behind. Push it into me hard, real hard."
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"O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there where I
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|
can get at it."
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Susie quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge of the
|
|
big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the wildly aroused
|
|
vice-principal. In a moment he was doing just what she asked for,
|
|
sinking his long pole deep into her pussy, still slippery and
|
|
quivering from the effects of the broom and the copious juices the
|
|
little janitor had deposited there. But it was not exactly what she
|
|
wanted.
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"No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place. I want to
|
|
feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum, please!"
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|
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"Fuck!" cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock buried
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|
to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny opening of her asshole just
|
|
above it. He didn't believe it. This little cunt wanted him to screw
|
|
her in the ass. He had never done such a thing, though he had
|
|
often imagined it as he watched the young students in their tight
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|
jeans; and he had once tried it with his wife but it had hurt both of
|
|
them too much. But Susie! Susie's delicious ass! The very idea
|
|
made his cock jump deep inside her cunt. It would tear her apart.
|
|
Feeling his cock throb with renewed excitement Susie began to
|
|
fear that he might come in her pussy before she got what she
|
|
wanted.
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|
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"Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, fuck my ass!"
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|
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|
"Damn fucking right, I'll fuck your ass, you little cock-teaser.
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|
And you won't be able to sit down for a month!"
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|
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The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to take
|
|
forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It took a real effort
|
|
of will on his part to pull it that last couple of inches so that it
|
|
popped out into the air again. Even Susie moaned in involuntary
|
|
distress. But her moans turned to sighs of contentment as she felt
|
|
him awkwardly placing the head of his cock at the wrinkled
|
|
brown entrance to her intestines. He couldn't believe it would go
|
|
in there, it seemed so tiny and tight, but something was driving
|
|
him to try.
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|
|
|
"Oh my yes! That's it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!"
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|
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"Fuck!" he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not caring
|
|
what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone with lust to
|
|
consider the consequences. His cock-head pressed painfully
|
|
against her tight little opening, sliding away along the sweaty
|
|
crack. "How do you like that, you little bitch?"
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|
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"Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push hard, Sir.
|
|
Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!"
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|
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|
Something inside him wanted to punish this little girl for
|
|
putting him in this position. Something else in him just wanted to
|
|
bury his cock as far into her ass as it would go. He held his shaft
|
|
in position and shoved forward, feeling the knob of his cock
|
|
flatten painfully against the tiny opening. But Susie squirmed her
|
|
ass and pushed back at the same time with such force that before
|
|
he quite knew what had happened, his long cock was sunk half-
|
|
way into her ass and he could feel the tight hot sheath squeezing
|
|
down on him.
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|
|
|
He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he pulled
|
|
back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help him thrust.
|
|
In a few seconds he was completely buried in her, the firm round
|
|
cheeks of her ass pressed against his belly. Frantically he pulled
|
|
his shirt aside so he could feel her flesh on his. Then he began
|
|
sawing in and out of her with great, driving strokes, overwhelmed
|
|
by the tightness and the heat and the strength with which Susie
|
|
clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the
|
|
very idea of what he was doing.
|
|
|
|
Susie squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of that long
|
|
rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her ass muscles,
|
|
gasping in delight as he drove into her over and over again. It
|
|
was so good. It was always so good when she had a cock in her,
|
|
no matter where. She came with a series of small explosions that
|
|
made her asshole clutch convulsively at the cock that filled it.
|
|
Cummings was so incredibly excited, and Susie's ass was much
|
|
too tight, for him to last long, and in less than two minutes he
|
|
collapsed panting onto her back. His weight pressed her titties
|
|
cruelly against his desk as his cock throbbed and squirted its load
|
|
deep into her bowels. Susie moaned and came again as she felt
|
|
him shoot, then she gently squeezed his shrinking cock in
|
|
gratitude.
|
|
|
|
When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings
|
|
looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk, at the
|
|
round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained and streaked
|
|
cock. He couldn't believe it; it couldn't have happened. But he
|
|
was even more shocked and incredulous when the young girl
|
|
turned around and smiled happily up at him, reaching out for his
|
|
now limp prick. Then she fell to her knees in front of him and
|
|
kissed the head of his cock.
|
|
|
|
"Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so good.
|
|
Your cock fit so nice in my behind. But it got all dirty there, so
|
|
I'm going to clean it off."
|
|
|
|
"Shit, girl! You can't! What the fuck? It's . . . that's filthy!"
|
|
|
|
"I know. That's why I like it so much!"
|
|
|
|
And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion at the
|
|
thought, he could not resist. Susie licked avidly at his cock,
|
|
searching out every speck of flavor, taking it inside her warm
|
|
mouth again and washing it with her tongue. And while she
|
|
sucked and licked she spoke to him, and in those few minutes she
|
|
made him realize that she would love to let him drive his long
|
|
prick into her asshole, cunt, or mouth again, but that Mr.
|
|
Mascalla was her very dear friend, and if he lost his job she would
|
|
be so sad that she might not want to fuck the vice-principal again,
|
|
ever.
|
|
|
|
A shaken Mr. Cummings slowly pulled on his trousers again
|
|
as Susie bounced out of his office, her bare ass flashing under her
|
|
short skirt. Susie continued on out of the school. Temporarily, at
|
|
least, her itches had been scratched. Besides, she was sure that
|
|
there was no one else left in the building. It had been a nice end
|
|
to her school day. Now she had to stop by Pop's to pick up a spare
|
|
pair of panties to replace the ones she had left in the boiler-room.
|
|
Not that she would put them on, though; it was still a long walk
|
|
home, and who knew how many nice cocks she might run into--or
|
|
have run into her--on the way.
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Chapter 2
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|
Humming happily to herself, Susie pushed open the door of
|
|
MacIntosh's Gift and Variety. A little bell rang out, and three
|
|
men gathered near the counter looked up to see who had come in.
|
|
One of them, of course, was Pop MacIntosh; the other two Susie
|
|
had never seen before. One of the strangers was talking loudly
|
|
when Susie entered, waving a large cigar in the air; he was a big,
|
|
barrel-chested man in a plaid suit almost as loud as his voice. The
|
|
other was smaller and quieter, balding and bespectacled. The big
|
|
man had evidently just told a dirty joke, for he and Pops burst into
|
|
laughter while the little man grinned sheepishly. They grew
|
|
suddenly silent when they saw Susie in the doorway.
|
|
|
|
"Hi, Pops! How's business?"
|
|
|
|
"Susie! What a sight for sore eyes. I was hoping you'd drop
|
|
in today. I've been telling these gentlemen about you, and they're
|
|
very anxious to meet you."
|
|
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|
Susie's pussy twitched delightedly at Pop's words. She knew
|
|
what "meet" meant in this case, and she was always happy to
|
|
"meet" new men. Thanks to Pop she had met a lot of men lately.
|
|
|
|
"Christ, MacIntosh! Is that her? But she's jail-bait. Just a
|
|
kid," the big man whispered to Pop, but Susie overheard and
|
|
smiled.
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|
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|
"Don't worry, gents," Pop whispered back, winking at Susie.
|
|
""She may be little but she's got more than enough for both of you.
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|
But you're free to leave if you want."
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|
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|
"Oh no!" exclaimed the smaller one. "We'll stay. We'll stay."
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|
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|
The variety store business was not a good one, and Pops had
|
|
been sinking further and further into debt until he met Susie
|
|
earlier that year. One day she had gone in for some candy and
|
|
found him looking so sad that she had sat under his counter and
|
|
sucked his cock to cheer him up. She liked come much better
|
|
than candy anyway. After that she began dropping in regularly to
|
|
suck him off or to ask him to fuck her in his back room. That was
|
|
when he had begun supplying her with replacement panties; he
|
|
had actually offered her anything in the store, but she knew he
|
|
was having financial problems and refused to take anything
|
|
except the pleasure of having his cock in her.
|
|
|
|
Once she had come in and found him in the middle of a
|
|
terrible argument with a strange, hard-looking man who was
|
|
insisting that Pop pay his debts--or else. Susie had quickly
|
|
maneuvered the man into the back room and just as quickly
|
|
maneuvered his cock into her. She still remembered how cruelly
|
|
and brutally he had fucked her; she was disappointed that he had
|
|
never come back. But after that day there were many others.
|
|
Soon she was regularly satisfying Pop's creditors--and herself--in
|
|
his back room several times a week. Susie was sure that by now
|
|
Pop didn't owe anybody anything, she had taken on so many cocks
|
|
in that dusty store-room, many of them over and over again. She
|
|
suspected that now he was simply finding men who would pay
|
|
him to "meet" her. She didn't mind at all; in fact, Susie couldn't
|
|
think of a nicer arrangement. That way everybody benefited,
|
|
especially her.
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|
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|
Today, as she felt the eyes of the three men on her, she knew
|
|
she was in for an interesting time in the back room. She smiled
|
|
her thanks to Pop; he tried to smile back but he had no teeth so his
|
|
smile always looked like a grimace. He was a chubby, rotund
|
|
man, in his late fifties, and completely bald. But he had a nice
|
|
cock. She hoped the others did too.
|
|
|
|
"This is Mr. Harrison and Mr. Messner, Susie. They're
|
|
salesmen. Mr. Harrison is in tobacco--cigars, cigarettes--and Mr.
|
|
Messner's line is candy. And this is Susie, gentlemen."
|
|
|
|
"Pleased to meet you, sir, and you too, sir."
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|
|
|
"Now, what can I do for you, young lady?" asked Pop with a
|
|
twinkle in his eye. "If it's cigars or lollipops you want, you've
|
|
come at the right time."
|
|
|
|
They all laughed, but Susie noted that the two strangers were
|
|
a little uneasy. Now that they had finally met the girl Pop had
|
|
been telling them about, they couldn't quite believe it. She
|
|
certainly didn't seem the type, yet there was something about her
|
|
that set their cocks twitching in their pants. Susie looked
|
|
pointedly at their crotches and smiled.
|
|
|
|
"Gee, I really like lollipops, but I've never tried a cigar."
|
|
|
|
"Maybe you should, eh, Susie girl," said Mr. Harrison, the big
|
|
one. "Nothing like a good big cigar to set the juices flowing, eh
|
|
Pop?" He laughed again, his eyes glued so tightly to Susie's titties
|
|
that he didn't see her lick her lips in anticipation.
|
|
|
|
"Lollipops are good, too. Don't forget that candy is dandy."
|
|
said the candy salesman.
|
|
|
|
"Well, I hope Mr. Messner will let me taste his lollipop--I bet
|
|
it's a really nice one--and I'd be happy to try your cigar, too, Mr.
|
|
Harrison, but please don't tell anyone. I'm not old enough to
|
|
smoke." Even though she rather liked this kind of teasing
|
|
conversation, Susie decided to hurry things along. "But actually,
|
|
what I came in for was . . . well, it's embarrassing. I seem to have
|
|
lost my panties again, Pop, and I need a new pair before I go
|
|
home."
|
|
|
|
The two salesmen didn't quite know how to react to this
|
|
unexpected declaration, but Pop knew how to play the game.
|
|
|
|
"Lost your panties again, Susie? That's the second time this
|
|
week and its only Wednesday. Very careless of you. But how do I
|
|
know you're telling the truth? I think you'd better show us."
|
|
|
|
Susie immediately pulled her skirt up above her waist and
|
|
spun around in front of the three men. They watched wide-eyed
|
|
as her delightfully round ass and tender, beckoning pussy flashed
|
|
by in front of them.
|
|
|
|
"Golly! She's naked!" gasped Mr. Messner, taking off his
|
|
glasses. Harrison just stared.
|
|
|
|
"Well, you certainly have lost them--or given them away,"
|
|
said Pop. At least it looks that way."
|
|
|
|
"Oh yes, Pop. They're really gone. But you don't have to
|
|
believe me, these men will tell you, won't you? Put your hands
|
|
down here and tell Pop if I'm naked or not, please, sirs."
|
|
|
|
With those words, Susie reached out and took one hand of
|
|
each salesman. Mr. Messner was short enough that she could
|
|
press his hand right against her pussy. She tugged impatiently on
|
|
an astonished Harrison's arm until he bent down and she could
|
|
press his fingers against her ass cheek. The small lollipop
|
|
salesman, immediately began moving his fingers through her
|
|
silken pussy hair. He had never felt anything like it. But
|
|
Harrison just let his hand rest on her ass cheek as if paralyzed.
|
|
Then he swore and set his cigar down on the counter, before
|
|
moving his other hand to Susie's other ass cheek.
|
|
|
|
"Yes, she is. She's naked. Oh my goodness, she's naked,
|
|
MacIntosh" stammered Mr. Messner. Harrison said nothing at
|
|
first. He simply squeezed Susie's ass in disbelief, then he burst
|
|
out with:
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|
|
|
Christ! She is naked! I don't believe it!"
|
|
|
|
"See? I told you. No panties," laughed Susie, suddenly
|
|
spinning away from the two men.
|
|
|
|
"Well, I think I just might have some panties in the back that
|
|
will fit you, but we'll have to try them on first."
|
|
|
|
"O.K. Pop. But if they don't fit, maybe Mr. Harrison and Mr.
|
|
Messner could just put their hands back there again. They felt so
|
|
nice and warm." She suddenly burst into an uncontrollable fit of
|
|
giggles. "Boy, but we'd sure look funny walking down the street."
|
|
|
|
"I don't know about that, Susie, but I bet the guys would like
|
|
it. Lets get into the back-room and try something on."
|
|
|
|
"Christ yeah! Lead the way, MacIntosh! Come on, Messner!
|
|
Don't just stand there looking stupid. This is prime pussy!"
|
|
|
|
Pop led the way to his cluttered store-room, Susie followed
|
|
him while the other two men followed her, trying to get their
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hands back onto her naked ass. She slowed to make it easier for
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them.
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"Oh, that's so nice. But I guess I'll have to get all undressed if
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I'm going to try the panties on, won't I Pop?"
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"Yes, indeed, Susie. How else could we see if they fit? But
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these two gentlemen will help you, won't you boys? Help Susie
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get undressed?"
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Suddenly Mr. Messner--Susie had begun to think of the two
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salesmen as the cigar man and the lollipop man--grabbed at the
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hem of her skirt and tried to pull it down.
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"Oh, golly yes! Here, let me help!"
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"You have to undo the zipper first, Mr. Messner. Mr.
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Harrison, could you help me with my T-shirt please?"
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While the lollipop man awkwardly tried to tug her skirt down
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over her hips, the cigar man let go of her ass and started to pull up
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her T-shirt. Susie held her hands in the air, but Harrison stopped
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pulling as soon as her T-shirt was covering her face. He was so
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fascinated by her young, but full-fleshed titties and their quivering
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nipples that he couldn't resist touching them, palming them.
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Meanwhile Messner had finally got her skirt down around her
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ankles and he was kneeling in front of her stroking her sparse but
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silken pussy hair. Susie sighed happily, thrust her breasts out
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against the cigar man's rough fingers, and began to jerk her hips
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in response to the lollipop man's caresses. Pop was opening a
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package, and suddenly spoke up.
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"Here we are. These should fit. We'll just slip them on as
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soon as you finish undressing her."
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Harrison quickly let go of Susie's titties and finished pulling
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the T-shirt over her head, wanting to get his hands back on to her
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as soon as possible.
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"Christ, MacIntosh! Hurry it up. This is getting interesting.
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God! What a pair of tits for a kid!"
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But Pop MacIntosh was in no hurry; he knew how it all would
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end and he enjoyed watching these men's discomfort. He held up
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a tiny pair of pink bikini panties, just a fragile wisp of cloth. In
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fact they were identical to the ones Susie had left with Mr.
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Mascalla because they had come out of the same box just the day
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before. While the two salesmen watched impatiently Pop helped
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Susie step into them and pulled them up for her, letting his stubby
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hands slide appreciatively over her body as he did so.
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Susie's experienced eye could see movement beneath all the
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men's slacks. It was a good thing her inner itches had been so
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well scratched before she left school or she would have quickly
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lost patience with this game. But she knew that Pop enjoyed it,
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and she knew that she would not have long to wait before the
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game turned serious--and she was sure she would be the winner.
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So she relaxed and enjoyed the rough and awkward but familiar
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caresses Pop bestowed on her.
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The panties stretched and moulded themselves to her delicious
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roundness. The material cupped the slight swell of her Venus
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mound so closely that the quivering pussy lips could be clearly
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seen beneath the almost transparent cloth; it stretched over the
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curves of her ass like a second skin. As she turned in front of the
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admiring and lusting men, the bell over the front door tinkled its
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unwelcome message. Pop had to go to look after his customer,
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leaving Susie alone with the two very horny salesmen who were
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having a very hard time keeping their hands to themselves after
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the liberties they had been allowed earlier.
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"I don't think that these will do. They're much too big."
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"Too big?" the lollipop man asked incredulously, his eyes
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almost bulging out of his head.
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"Yes, much too big. Why I bet you could get your hand right
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inside here at the front." She guided his trembling hand into
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position right over her pussy. "There! Didn't I tell you? You can
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even move your fingers around. And you, Mr. Harrison, I bet you
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could get your hands inside, too, here at the back. See! You can
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move it around too. Ohhh yes! Move them like that! It's so
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nice."
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Susie was right. It was entirely possible for both men to get
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their hands in her pants. They were pressed close against her.
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Once she had pushed their hands under the waistband of her
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panties they were ready to take it from there.
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"Oh my goodness," cried Mr. Messner as his fingers slipped
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between her pussy lips and were almost sucked into her cunt. "My
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God! What an ass!" grunted Mr. Harrison as he probed at her ass
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crack. The material of the panties stretched incredibly but it did
|
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not break; that was why Susie liked them so much. The lollipop
|
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man suddenly bent down and took one of her hard little nipples in
|
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his mouth as his finger moved in her pussy; the cigar man's hand
|
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soon grabbed hold of the other breast and squeezed it. Susie
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sighed in delight, but it was not nearly enough for her.
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"Oh yes, oh my yes! Oh thank you for helping me with my
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panties. But they won't do will they. I'll have to too. Ohhh yes!
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Move them like that! It's so nice."
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"Yes! Take them off. I'll do it!" cried Mr. Messner, pushing
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at the offending piece of cloth.
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She stepped out of the panties but the men's hands remained
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on her. Mr. Messner's fingers were now digging furiously into
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her cunt while Mr. Harrison was beginning to probe at her tiny
|
|
asshole. Susie reached out to either side of her, found the male
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organs she was searching for, and squeezed.
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"Oh my! Is this your cigar, Mr. Harrison? And I bet this is
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yur lollipop, Mr. Messner. I just love to suck on lollipops. I'm
|
|
sort of an all-day sucker. And who knows? maybe I'll like the feel
|
|
of a cigar in my mouth too. Oh, your hands feel so good. Go
|
|
ahead, Mr. Harrison, you can push your fingers in there. I like
|
|
things stuck in my behind."
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|
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Susie had decided not to waste any more time. She played
|
|
these little games largely for Pop MacIntosh's sake and he wasn't
|
|
here now. Quickly her practiced hands lowered the men's zippers
|
|
and managed to extricate their half-hard cocks.
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|
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"Oh, how lovely! What a big cigar! And what a delicious
|
|
looking lollipop! I just have to taste it!"
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|
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She bent at the waist and began to suck on Mr. Messner's
|
|
juicy lollipop. It really was delicious, hard and firm in her mouth.
|
|
While she sucked she wiggled her dimpled ass in Mr. Harrison's
|
|
face. It did not take him long to get her message. He rubbed his
|
|
rapidly swelling cock through her dripping ass-crack, then with
|
|
one vigorous push he planted his big cigar deep in her pussy.
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|
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|
Both men had lost all inhibitions now. Mr. Messner was
|
|
driving his rigid lollipop right into her throat, holding her by the
|
|
head as he furiously fucked her face; behind her, Mr. Harrison
|
|
was frantically plunging his big cigar in and out of her devouring
|
|
cunt. Susie's tiny body was buffeted between the two men. Mr.
|
|
Harrison grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her against him as
|
|
he drove into her. Her feet were completely off the floor now; she
|
|
was supported only by the iron-hard cocks buried deep in her
|
|
mouth and cunt. When they plunged into her together, she
|
|
thought she could feel their cock-heads collide somewhere deep
|
|
inside her, and their collision set off incredible explosions in her
|
|
body. It was wonderful. She closed her eyes and clutched at Mr.
|
|
Messner's hips, trying to slide his cock even deeper into her
|
|
throat. The sensations continued to mount with every thrust, and
|
|
the explosions they set off in her grew sharper and bigger every
|
|
second.
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|
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|
The big cigar in her cunt exploded first, flooding her with its
|
|
juices. As his cock softened and threatened to slip out of her
|
|
pussy, Mr. Harrison lowered her gently to her knees. She did not
|
|
let go of Mr. Messner's hips, holding his lollipop between her lips
|
|
and relishing the way it thrust incessantly into her throat. The
|
|
zipper of his fly dug into her cheek as she strained to swallow the
|
|
entire length of his cock into her tightly constricted throat, but the
|
|
little bit of pain only added to her pleasure. Finally he too could
|
|
hold out no longer and Susie found herself eagerly swallowing
|
|
gob after gob of sweet lollipop juice.
|
|
|
|
When she had drained every drop from Mr. Messner's
|
|
lollipop, Susie, as usual, turned to Mr. Reynold's limp cigar and
|
|
took it into her mouth to lick clean of their mingled juices. She
|
|
was still cradling it lovingly between her lips when Pop came
|
|
hurrying back.
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|
|
|
"You've started without me! That's not fair! But isn't Susie a
|
|
lovely little girl?"
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|
|
|
"Christ! What a cunt! And what a mouth!" grunted Mr.
|
|
Harrison as Susie finished licking up the drops of come that clung
|
|
to the hairs of his balls. "Oh my goodness! I've never felt
|
|
anything like it," said Mr. Messner,, watching in hypnotic
|
|
fascination as the mouth that had just sucked him off worked over
|
|
his colleague's limp prick. At last Susie let go of the salesman's
|
|
cigar and looked over impatiently at Pop.
|
|
|
|
"I just couldn't wait, Pop. I didn't mean to forget you. How
|
|
could I? Hurry and get undressed and let's do it like we did on
|
|
Monday. I ate Mr. Messner's lollipop and had Mr. Harrison's
|
|
cigar in me. Now I want Pop's popsicle!"
|
|
|
|
Even as she spoke the old store-keeper was quickly undressing
|
|
until all he wore was an old and yellowed undershirt that barely
|
|
covered his protruding belly, and certainly didn't conceal his
|
|
protruding cock, a surprisingly sturdy tool.
|
|
|
|
Pop MacIntosh and Susie worked together like a well-
|
|
practiced team--which they were. Pop hurriedly pulled out an old
|
|
blanket and sat on the floor. Susie crouched between his legs and
|
|
licked lovingly at his cock until it was hard and erect. Then Pop
|
|
lay back on the blanket while Susie clambered over his body, set
|
|
his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly sank down onto
|
|
it until her ass was pressed tightly against his belly. Then she
|
|
began to bounce. Up and down. In and out. Faster and faster she
|
|
moved on the shop-keeper's throbbing pole. Her eyes were closed
|
|
and her mouth hung open, releasing strange whimpers of pleasure
|
|
as orgasm overtook her.
|
|
|
|
But Pop's cock stayed hard in her cunt and Susie did not stop
|
|
moving. The sensations in her belly built quickly to new peaks as
|
|
she slid up and down, screwing her ass around the pole she so
|
|
happily impaled herself on. She was beginning a climb to a
|
|
gigantic climax when she turned to the two watching salesmen
|
|
and called to them to come closer. Without breaking her rhythm
|
|
she reached out and grasped their reawakening cocks. The two
|
|
men stood, one on each side of Pop's head, their cocks pointing
|
|
straight towards Susie. Moaning in pleasure, she pulled them
|
|
even closer and bent her head forward until her lips were able to
|
|
close around the head of the Mr. Messner's juicy lollipop. She
|
|
sucked avidly for a few seconds, then let go and stuffed Mr.
|
|
Harrison's big cigar into her mouth.
|
|
|
|
Up and down she bounced on Pop's cock, clutching at first one
|
|
salesman's balls, then the other's, as she sucked on their cocks.
|
|
But her excitement and passion only went up. With Pop's fat pole
|
|
stuffed into her cunt and two juicy pricks for her mouth to feast
|
|
upon, Susie was in heaven. Hungry for all the cock she could
|
|
swallow she tried to pull both salesmen's pricks into her mouth at
|
|
the same time. Four hands tangled in her hair and pulled her
|
|
head forward as her lips stretched wider than ever before. Then
|
|
they were in her.
|
|
|
|
"Christ!" groaned Mr. Harrison; "Golly!" exclaimed Mr.
|
|
Messner. They each tried to push their cocks deeper into her
|
|
mouth but there simply wasn't room. For Susie the sensation was
|
|
so intense, the feeling of being completely stuffed with cock so
|
|
strong that her quivering body went over the edge again, and this
|
|
time her convulsing cunt took Pop with her. He cried out and
|
|
clutched at her hips as his prick began to spurt deep within her
|
|
belly. Susie had to let the two salesmen's cocks pop free from her
|
|
mouth. They were swelling too quickly. She collapsed onto Pop's
|
|
chest, panting and whimpering as the convulsions of her orgasm
|
|
shook her slender body. When she had stopped trembling she
|
|
began to whisper her gratitude to the old man, nuzzling at his
|
|
grizzled chest hair while he stroked her head. The two salesmen
|
|
stood there, their cocks sticking out grotesquely in front of them,
|
|
watching the old man and the young girl, desperately wanting to
|
|
plunge their cocks back into her.
|
|
|
|
After a few seconds Susie lifted her head. The two men were
|
|
now both fiercely erect. Susie's eyes glowed with anticipation as
|
|
she looked at the hard flesh poking out from their pants.
|
|
|
|
"Oh goodie! My lollipop and my cigar are back. I want you
|
|
both again. But you have too many clothes on."
|
|
|
|
She gently disengaged herself from Pop, bending to plant a
|
|
big kiss on the end of his cock, licking up the come that still
|
|
dribbled from it. The two men hurriedly stripped off their clothes
|
|
and pressed close to Susie, reaching out to touch and squeeze her
|
|
flesh. Susie grabbed Mr. Messner's lollipop and pulled him to the
|
|
blanket where Pop was sitting watching. Then she pushed him
|
|
down so that he was facing Pop and made him lie back on the
|
|
floor. Before he quite realized what was happening she was
|
|
straddling the candy salesman, her back to his head, letting her
|
|
pussy sink down onto his hard cock, just as she had on Pop's only
|
|
moments before.
|
|
|
|
"Oh my, yes! I just love your lollipop in my honeypot! Now
|
|
all I need is your big cigar, Mr. Harrison."
|
|
|
|
Harrison tried to push his way in front of her so she could
|
|
suck his cock but Pop was sitting there, smiling like an inscrutable
|
|
Buddha and he wouldn't move. The salesman was going to push
|
|
the old man out of the way when Susie asked him to wait. Then
|
|
she bent forward, still firmly planted on Mr. Messner's spike, so
|
|
that her face fell towards Pop's lap. The old man grasped her
|
|
head and pulled it against his limp and sticky prick. Susie
|
|
sensuously rubbed her cheek over his cock and balls, purring
|
|
almost like a kitten. Messner began trying to move his cock in
|
|
her tightly clasping cunt.
|
|
|
|
"Your cigar now, please! Let me have your cigar. Put it in
|
|
me. In my bum!"
|
|
|
|
Pop lay back and Susie pressed her face against his crotch.
|
|
Her ass was in the air and the tobacco salesman could see her cunt
|
|
lips stretched tightly around the other salesman's cock. Above it
|
|
was the tiny winking eye of her asshole. He couldn't believe that
|
|
she meant him to fuck her there but there was nowhere else and
|
|
his hard cock was demanding satisfaction.
|
|
|
|
Susie had opened her mouth and swallowed almost all of Pop's
|
|
limp and resting cock. The old man clutched her head. Her ass
|
|
moved, spiraling round on the hard shaft that filled her cunt. It
|
|
was driving Harrison frantic as he stared at her tiny asshole. His
|
|
cock leaped at the thought of penetrating it, but surely it was
|
|
impossible. Impatiently Susie lifted her head from Pop's tasty
|
|
prick and cried out, almost moaning in passion.
|
|
|
|
"Please, put it in me, Mr. Harrison. In my ass. Fuck me in
|
|
the ass with your big cigar."
|
|
|
|
She began nursing on the old man's cock again, trying to hold
|
|
her ass still, but the twitching lollipop in her pussy made her want
|
|
to move, to screw herself furiously on it. She moaned in pleasure
|
|
around Pop's cock when she felt Harrison's rough hands clutching
|
|
at her ass. It was all too much for him to take. If she wanted to
|
|
be fucked in the ass, he was going to do it, no matter what it did to
|
|
her. Stepping over his colleague's prostrate body, he dug his
|
|
fingers into her ass cheeks and held her still as he shoved his hard
|
|
and demanding prick into her ass crack. Muttering and cursing
|
|
he poked at her asshole, feeling himself slide away each time until
|
|
finally he hit the tiny opening and the head of his cock popped
|
|
magically inside the tight anal ring. He almost roared with
|
|
passion as Susie's clamped down on him. She, too, cried out in
|
|
pleasure but Pop's cock was already swelling again in her throat
|
|
and only a muffled groan emerged.
|
|
|
|
Blind with lust, the cigar man clutched painfully at Susie's ass
|
|
and began to push his cock into her bowels. He couldn't believe
|
|
that he was inside her, yet he could feel his cock sink further and
|
|
further into her ass on each thrust. He could feel the pressure of
|
|
the cock in her cunt, and Susie could feel both hard muscles
|
|
throbbing inside her, sending delicious sensations of fullness
|
|
through her.
|
|
|
|
"All the way! Push it in me all the way. I want all your
|
|
cocks. Oh I can feel you both! Isn't it wonderful. You're both so
|
|
deep in me"
|
|
|
|
At last Harrison had sunk the full length of his big cigar into
|
|
her ass. The two men filled her lower passages with their
|
|
engorged flesh. Susie began to move, writhing and twisting her
|
|
ass, feeling the hard cocks move inside her, rubbing against each
|
|
other. The two men had to move too. Beneath her, Mr. Messner
|
|
strained to lift his hips and push his cock deeper into her pussy;
|
|
behind her, Mr. Harrison could plunge easily into her ass. And in
|
|
front of her she had Pop's delicious meat to suck on. Susie felt as
|
|
if she were in heaven. Every motion of their hard cocks sent
|
|
waves of pleasure through her, and they kept moving. All three
|
|
men had just come in her moments before, so despite Susie's
|
|
erotic charms it was a long time before they were ready to render
|
|
up another liquid homage to her.
|
|
|
|
She came again and again. She was stuffed to bursting with
|
|
hard cock. It was wonderful. It should never stop. By now, Pop's
|
|
cock was hard in her mouth as well, pushing its way into her
|
|
throat. After one immensely satisfying orgasm that shook her
|
|
whole body, Susie suddenly stopped moving. Mr. Harrison
|
|
continued plowing his fat cigar into her asshole, but with a neat
|
|
flip of her hips, Susie dislodged him and quickly pulled her cunt
|
|
off of Mr. Messner's solid spike. Both men burst into complaint
|
|
and grabbed at her, their red and raging cocks bobbing in the air.
|
|
Susie felt incredibly empty, but she wanted a change. And
|
|
besides, the men were getting too close to coming and she didn't
|
|
want to finish yet. They needed a change of pace.
|
|
|
|
"Wait, please. Just a minute. I want to do it another way.
|
|
Please."
|
|
|
|
Harrison just grunted impatiently and tried to grab her ass
|
|
again; he wanted back in that tight, hot hole. Messner lay there
|
|
looking bewildered, his long red cock waving in the air. But Pop
|
|
just smiled a big happy grin and lay back watching, knowing
|
|
Susie would look after them all. She turned her back on him and
|
|
squatted over his prick.
|
|
|
|
"Your cock, Pop! Put it in my asshole, please."
|
|
|
|
Pop took his rigid organ between two fingers and pointed it
|
|
directly at Susie's recently vacated asshole. She felt it press
|
|
against her and bent her knees, sitting down on it. The two
|
|
salesmen watched in fascination as that tiny opening easily
|
|
swallowed up the fat head of the old man's cock. Susie sighed
|
|
with contentment and relaxed her knees, letting all her weight rest
|
|
on Pop's hard spike, moaning as she felt it sink deep into her ass.
|
|
Then she lay back on the old man's flabby chest. He reached
|
|
around and seized her titties to hold her in place. Her cunt was
|
|
now exposed.
|
|
|
|
"Now your lollipop, Mr. Messner. Fuck me with your
|
|
lollipop. Fuck me hard!"
|
|
|
|
Messner quickly scrambled to his feet and knelt in front of her
|
|
so he could plunge his eager cock back into that incredible pussy.
|
|
This time he was on top and could move freely. He drove into her
|
|
wildly and enthusiastically while Susie encouraged him with cries
|
|
of passion. But Harrison couldn't stand being left out. He roared
|
|
his disapproval and tried to pull the smaller man off of Susie's
|
|
body until she stopped him by gasping out:
|
|
|
|
"Oh no, Mr. Harrison. I want you too, I want your big cigar
|
|
in my mouth. I want you to fuck my face with it. Come here,
|
|
please."
|
|
|
|
Harrison let go of the lollipop man who continued banging
|
|
away frantically at Susie's pussy. He looked down at his prick,
|
|
remembering that it had just come out of her asshole. But she
|
|
cried out again and urged him to hurry. Her head hung back over
|
|
Pop's shoulder, so he knelt behind her, trying to get into position
|
|
to feed her his cock.
|
|
|
|
Susie reached back blindly and caught it in her hand, pulling him
|
|
right into her mouth and beginning to suck, savoring the strong
|
|
taste and pungent odor her asshole had left on him. He clutched at
|
|
her head and began pushing his cigar in and out of her clasping
|
|
lips. With her head bent back, he had clear access to her throat
|
|
and soon his fat cock was pushing right into that narrow tunnel.
|
|
He gasped in pleasure as he felt it squeeze down on his cockhead.
|
|
It seemed even tighter than her asshole, and Susie's moans and
|
|
cries of pleasure, muffled by his fat cock in her throat, sent
|
|
strange vibrations through his flesh that made him plunge even
|
|
harder into her.
|
|
|
|
Once again Susie was wonderfully filled in all three holes
|
|
with hard cock. And once again her pleasure soared with every
|
|
plunge they took into her mouth and cunt. Pop's stiff prick in her
|
|
asshole was the one fixed point in her paroxysms of pleasure.
|
|
From either end, her other two fuckers drove fiercely into her,
|
|
even more vigorously than before.
|
|
|
|
The brief rest had done them good--increased their eagerness,
|
|
yet taken the edge off their arousal. They continued to plunge into
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her for a long, long time. Sometimes one would stop for a while
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to catch his breath, but there was always at least one stiff prick
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pounding into her. As she exploded into orgasm after orgasm,
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Susie writhed on Pop MacIntosh's impaling pole, making it move
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deliciously in her asshole and making the old man clutch fiercely
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at her titties. Susie lost all sense of time and place, so intense
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were the convulsive spasms that shook her body. Then she felt
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first one, then the other two pricks begin to spurt into her at
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almost the same time, and the feel of all that come pouring into
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her triggered an orgasm that almost made her black out, but she
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did not want to lose one bit of the overwhelming sensations. She
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was awash in come and she loved it.
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The four bodies collapsed into a tangled, heaving mass on the
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blanket. The men were panting in exhaustion. They could hardly
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move. With a stab of disappointment Susie felt the dwindling
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pricks slip out of her cunt and asshole. She continued to suck on
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the prick in her mouth until there was nothing more to be had
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from it. Then, carefully extricating herself from the pile of
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bodies, she found the other two cocks that had just shot in her and
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began licking each of them clean, reveling in their distinctive
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tastes. When she finally stopped and got to her feet, the men were
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still in no condition to do anything. But Susie felt invigorated and
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ready for more.
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"Gee, that was wonderful! I hope you liked it. You were
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really all so good to me, giving me your lollipop and your cigar.
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Thank you, Mr. Messner. Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I hope you
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come back again real soon. I'd love to stay and suck you until you
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got hard again, but it's getting late, and I've got to go. But oh boy,
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was it ever good! And thank you too, Pop, for introducing me to
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Mr. Messner and Mr. Harrison. I'm always happy to meet men
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like them. I'll see you tomorrow after school."
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All the time she was speaking, Susie was slipping into her
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skirt and T-shirt and stepping into her sandals. The men watched
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her in a daze. She really would have liked to suck them up into
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erection again, but she knew that their cocks and balls were
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completely depleted, and it might take forever. She still had time
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for other adventures before she had to be home, and she didn't
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want to waste the time. She carefully knelt beside them and gave
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each of their cocks a big kiss, before jumping to her feet and
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slipping out the back door. She left the panties behind. One of
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the men might want them for a souvenir, and besides, she did not
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want to be bothered by them just yet. She would come back
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tomorrow and suck Pop off in exchange for another pair.
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Susie felt wonderfully alive and exhilarated. Life was so good
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to her, planting hard horny pricks in her path no matter where she
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went. She had had a lovely visit with Pop, and she had been
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totally filled with cock and with come. It had been lovely, but she
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was still ready for more. And home was still blocks away.
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Chapter 3
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Susie whistled gaily as she walked down the street. Her hips
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swung in an instinctive fucking rhythm that no man could ignore.
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Many of those who turned to follow her tantalizing ass were
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rewarded with a glimpse of gleaming white flesh as her short skirt
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was caught by a passing breeze.
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The aftertaste of come was still strong in her mouth and Susie
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relished it. But the male juices she had swallowed had only
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satisfied one very special kind of thirst; all her activity had
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generated another. So, when she passed the Deluxe Luncheonette
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and old Mrs. Vastos waved to her through the window, Susie
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decided to stop for a soft drink. She hadn't been in the restaurant
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for a long time and wanted to say hello to the elderly Greek couple
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who ran it.
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"Hi, Mrs. Vastos! Hi, Mr. Vastos! How are you?"
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"Why, Miss Susie! Hello! Long time you no come here."
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"Oh, I've been very busy. Starting Junior High and all." The
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"all" was, of course, sex. Since her introduction to it that summer,
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Susie had had to forego many of her old habits and activities. One
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of them had been stopping in at the Deluxe after school. Now she
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did other things after school.
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"You in Junior High already? My, you grow up fast. You
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look real good, too, Miss Susie. Theo, come see. Here Miss Susie
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to say hello."
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"I just dropped in for a coke."
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"A coke. O.K. You sit down. Theo, take Miss Susie a coke."
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Susie sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. The vinyl
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banquette felt cold and sticky on her bare skin. She tried to
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spread her skirt demurely over her knees. Theo Vastos brought
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the drink she had ordered. He was Mrs. Vastos's husband. Both
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of them were in their seventies. The restaurant was mainly run by
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their sons, but at least part of every day, when business was slow,
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Mrs. Vastos sat behind the cash register and Mr. Vastos wiped
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half-heartedly at the tables.
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After he set the coke down, Theo Vastos stopped to chat with
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her in his careful but awkward and limited English. He made
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Susie think of Mr. Marcella, the school janitor, which brought
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immediately to her mind the janitor's immense and still vigorous
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cock, despite its age. The memory of how he had fucked her in
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the boiler-room just an hour before started up a new itch in her
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pussy and she automatically looked down at Mr. Vastos's crotch.
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She was surprised at what she saw.
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"Why Mr. Vastos, your fly is undone. Your zipper."
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The old man looked down in confusion. He had indeed forgot
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to do up his fly when he last came from the toilet. It was so hard
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to remember everything these days. Hastily he tried to pull it up,
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but in his hurry he somehow got it stuck. His pulling and tugging
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only made things worse.
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"It's stuck, Mr. Vastos. Don't pull so hard. Here, let me see if
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I can fix it."
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Susie bent forward, her face only inches from the old man's
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open fly, and pushed and pulled at the zipper to no avail. Despite
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her extensive experience with men's zippers, she could not make it
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move.
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But something else did move. Susie became aware of
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movement inside the old man's pants. Her hands were already at
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his open fly, and nothing in the world could have stopped them
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from slipping inside on a voyage of discovery. It was madness,
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|
here in the restaurant with his wife just a few feet away. However,
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Mr. Vastos was standing with his back to the cash-register, facing
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Susie, and no one else could see exactly what was happening.
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Susie's hands found and instinctively began fondling the Told
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man's hidden cock. Mr. Vastos was silent. She was surprised that
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he accepted her actions so naturally, surprised and delighted. The
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restaurant was empty and Susie was not used to stopping once she
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got a cock in her hands. Carefully she extricated the twitching
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organ from its confines and pulled it out into the open. Mr.
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Vastos's cock was the youngest thing about him. Susie marvelled
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at its soft, fresh skin, and its rapidly growing length and hardness
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as she caressed it with her gentle but knowing hands. She looked
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up at the old man and whispered, hoping his wife could not hear:
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"Oh, Mr. Vastos! It's so nice. I hope you don't mind but I just
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had to see it. I couldn't help it."
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She had eyes only for that lovely thing, and she was about to
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lean forward and kiss it when her reverie was rudely interrupted.
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"Papa! What you take so long for? You bothering Miss
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Susie?"
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It was Mrs. Vastos. She had left her cash-register and was
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hobbling painfully on her arthritis-ridden legs towards the back of
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the restaurant. Susie frantically tried to push the old man's prick
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back into his pants, but her caresses had had their effect and it
|
|
was now too long, too hard. Mr. Vastos didn't seem to be worried
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|
that his wife might discover him like this, his cock poking out of
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his pants right in front of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl.
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"Oh! So that what going on. But maybe Susie no like. You
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ask her first, Theo?"
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"My zipper, Mama. My zipper stuck. Won't go up. Miss
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Susie help."
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"Funny helping. Zipper no go up but something else do. So,
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you like, Susie? I thought so all the time, but you so young I
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wonder. Me, I like too when I your age. My Theo, he have nice
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schlong, you no think?"
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Susie had never heard the word "schlong" before, but she
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knew exactly what Mrs. Vastos was talking about. Once she got
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over her amazement she stopped trying to hide the wonderful tool,
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but she felt she should at least let go of it. Mrs. Vastos had a very
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unusual attitude but Susie didn't know how far it would extend.
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Looking was one thing, touching might be quite another. The old
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man's long, youthful cock stood there, poking straight out from
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his fly, and all three of them looked at it with admiration.
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"You're not angry then, Mrs. Vastos? I mean me touching
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your husband. It was me who did it, not Mr. Vastos. It was all
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my fault."
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"Fault, schmalt. No fault. Theo really proud of his schlong.
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Like to show it to the girls. But that's nothing. You should see
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our sons. Great big. Like this."
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Mrs. Vastos stretched her hands several feet apart. Susie
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knew she was exaggerating, but just the thought of two sons with
|
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pricks even bigger than their father's was enough to make her
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pussy Tache with sudden want.
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"It's a very nice prick, uh, I mean schlong. You have every
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|
right to be proud, Mr. Vastos. At your age, too."
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"Poor Theo. He stuck with it now. I no bother with that stuff
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|
any more, but Theo, he still like it."
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Mr. Vastos looked imploringly at Susie, then down at his
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slightly wilting erection. She reached out tentatively and touched
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his cock. His wife said nothing. Emboldened, Susie wrapped her
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|
fingers around it, feeling it throb against her hand. Then she
|
|
started moving her hand up and down its length. She looked over
|
|
at Mrs. Vastos who was smiling happily as she watched Susie's
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fingers move on her husband's cock.
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"Is it all right, Mrs. Vastos? I can't help it, it's so nice. I just
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|
have to touch it."
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"Sure, Miss Susie. You go right ahead. I remember what it
|
|
used to be like. It long time since Theo have any fun like that."
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"Ah, yes, nice, nice, Miss Susie. Oh yes! Since Anastasia
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|
gone, no more," the old man sighed.
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While continuing to pump his hard prick Susie looked
|
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inquiringly at Mrs. Vastos.
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"Anastasia. She our daughter. Long time she used to play
|
|
with Theo's schlong. Then she get married, but she still come
|
|
back see us sometime and play with schlong. Now she have little
|
|
girl and not come so much. Poor Theo! He not come much
|
|
neither no more." Mrs. Vastos laughed heartily at her own joke
|
|
and even Susie had to smile. "You make him come, Miss Susie?
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|
It been long time for him. I get towel. No one in restaurant now.
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|
Anyway, I close."
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Susie pumped steadily, her head awhirl with all she had
|
|
heard. Her mouth watered at the sight of the old man's glowing
|
|
cockhead above her fist. It was getting ready to shoot, she could
|
|
tell. It would be such a waste to spill it all into a towel.
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"Mrs. Vastos . . . is it all right . . . I mean . . . can I use my
|
|
mouth? Then you won't need a towel."
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"Oh, Susie! You like do that? Me too, long time ago. Not
|
|
now. Not even Anastasia do that. I watch. You go head."
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And Susie gladly went "head". Her luscious lips swooped
|
|
down over the tip of Mr. Vastos's cock and began to suck. Mrs.
|
|
Vastos clapped her hands in glee. Susie's hands continued to
|
|
pump up and down on the long shaft while her mouth engulfed
|
|
the head. She swept her tongue over the crown, tasting the first
|
|
drops of fluid that were beginning to leak out.
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|
"Oh, Miss Susie! Susie! Oh, good, good, good! More than
|
|
'tasia."
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|
The old man babbled in a mixture of Greek and English.
|
|
Susie didn't always understand what he was saying, but she
|
|
certainly understood what his cock was saying to her mouth.
|
|
Unwrapping her fingers from his cock-shaft, she clutched at his
|
|
frail hips and pulled him towards her until his prick was pushing
|
|
deep into her throat. Then she pushed him slowly back, keeping
|
|
her lips locked on his throbbing shaft. When she pulled him back
|
|
into her, swallowing an extra inch of cock this time, he quickly
|
|
understood what she wanted and began thrusting in and out of her
|
|
mouth in long gentle strokes while his wife watched and beamed
|
|
her approval. Even though she wasn't interested in "that"
|
|
anymore, she was pleased to see that her husband's "schlong"
|
|
could still appeal to even such a young and sexy girl as Susie. It
|
|
made her remember that she hadn't been much older than thirteen
|
|
when she married him.
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|
Mrs. Vastos watched happily as her seventy-five year old
|
|
husband pumped his cock, his schlong, between the clinging lips
|
|
of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl in broad daylight, almost in the
|
|
middle of their family restaurant. She was even happier when she
|
|
saw her husband close his eyes and begin to shake and clutch at
|
|
Susie's bobbing head. She watched in fascination the way the
|
|
young girl's throat muscles worked as she swallowed the long
|
|
pent-up load that the poor, sex-starved old man shot into her
|
|
mouth.
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|
Susie continued to suck gently on the old man's cock for a
|
|
long time. She couldn't get over how young and vital it still felt in
|
|
her mouth, and how much juice it had spurted into her stomach.
|
|
When at last she pulled her lips from the shrunken organ, a drop
|
|
of gism hung from her lip. Mrs. Vastos stretched out a motherly
|
|
hand and wiped it away; then she presented her finger to Susie to
|
|
lick clean.
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|
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|
"Oh, that was so good, Mr. Vastos! And you came so much!
|
|
I didn't think I'd be able to swallow it all. Gallons and gallons.
|
|
I'd be happy to play with your schlong anytime if your daughter
|
|
Anastasia doesn't want to any more. You just tell me when. It's
|
|
so delicious."
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|
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"Hah! Theo's got nice schlong all right. But you should see
|
|
my sons, Miss Susie. Big like this! And fat. Not old and skinny
|
|
like his."
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"I thank you, Miss Susie. Your mouth so good. But Mama
|
|
right. Both our boys got big schlong. Like father," said Mr.
|
|
Vastos with paternal pride. In a burst of enthusiasm and affection
|
|
Susie jumped to her feet to wrap her arms around Mr. Vastos's
|
|
neck and planted a big kiss on his surprised lips. Mrs. Vastos
|
|
grabbed her arm.
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"Hey! What you do? Theo my husband. You no kiss him
|
|
like that. Not right, Miss Susie. You don't do again, please."
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|
A bewildered Susie let her arms drop from the old man's neck.
|
|
It was all right for her to suck Mr. Vastos's cock in public and
|
|
swallow his come, but she was not to kiss him on the lips. She
|
|
didn't really understand, but she was happy to go along with the
|
|
rules as long as she was free to suck his cock. Her pussy was
|
|
beginning to itch again. Visions of the Vastos boys with their
|
|
legendary cocks, big like this, floated through her head.
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|
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|
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Vastos. I didn't mean anything. It's just that
|
|
you have such a nice husband. And . . . uh . . . Mrs. Vastos . . . ?"
|
|
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"Yes, Miss Susie?"
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"I bet your sons are nice, too. Do you think I could meet your
|
|
schl . . . I mean your sons, someday?"
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"Oh sure, Miss Susie. You like big schlongs, you gonna really
|
|
like my sons. You meet right now. Steve and Chris, they in the
|
|
kitchen now. You come with me. You come too, Theo."
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|
The three of them went through a swinging door into the
|
|
small kitchen. Two fat, middle-aged men were sitting on chairs
|
|
smoking. They both jumped to their feet and put out their
|
|
cigarettes when they saw their mother appear.
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"Boys, boys. I told you million timers, you no smoke in
|
|
kitchen. But I want for you to meet Miss Susie. Susie, these my
|
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sons, Christopher and Stephen."
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|
Susie politely shook their hands, hoping she would soon have
|
|
her hands on other parts of them. Both men wore T-shirts and
|
|
dirty white trousers. They also wore aprons which frustrated
|
|
Susie's attempts to catch a glimpse of their famous schlongs.
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The two men stared curiously at the young girl. Of course,
|
|
they had seen her before around the restaurant, but they were
|
|
puzzled that their mother had brought her back to the kitchen.
|
|
However, they were quite happy to have her lovely young body to
|
|
look at. As Theo Vastos moved past Susie to stand beside his
|
|
wife, Chris caught sight of his gaping fly. "Papa," he whispered.
|
|
"Your zipper!"
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|
"It stuck. It no go up," the old man replied in a normal voice.
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"Stuck, schmuck. Don't worry so much Christopher. Your
|
|
Papa just been showing Miss Susie his schlong. She like very
|
|
much. Even eat right up, just like a hot dog. Now she want to see
|
|
you and Steve. Show her your schlongses, both of you."
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|
Chris and Steve Vastos were shocked speechless. They looked
|
|
in bewilderment from the sweet, sexy schoolgirl to their grinning
|
|
father's open trouser front, to their mother's happy face. Her
|
|
words slowly sank in. They convinced themselves that she had, in
|
|
fact, said it, but they did not know how to react. They knew
|
|
enough of their mother's ideas to accept her words and, since
|
|
Susie did not express any shock or outrage, they began to think
|
|
that it might even be true, no matter how unbelievable. Their eyes
|
|
fixed on hers. She smiled warmly, enjoying their confusion as she
|
|
hoped to soon be enjoying their cocks.
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"Your mother has told me so much about you, I just had to see
|
|
them . . . I mean you. She says your pricks are even nicer than
|
|
your Dad's, and his is really nice. I'd really like to see yours, too.
|
|
Won't you please show me?"
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"Go on, boys. I know you both got nice big schlongs. Show
|
|
them to Miss Susie. She like schlongs like I used to. Go on,
|
|
hurry up. Miss Susie not got all night."
|
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|
The two men looked at each other, then slowly put down their
|
|
cigarettes and began to fumble with the knots of their apron
|
|
strings. They threw off the white aprons, but they could not bring
|
|
themselves to go any further. Susie saw their hesitation.
|
|
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"Mrs. Vastos? Can I do it? Can I open their pants? Do you
|
|
think they'll mind?" she asked impatiently.
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"My boys too shy. Sure, you go head. They no mind, do you
|
|
boys?"
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|
The two men simply shook their heads as Susie quickly and
|
|
happily approached them. First she stroked and fondled the
|
|
crotches of their stained white trousers. Yes, she could feel the
|
|
heavy, swollen flesh. Immediately her tiny hands went to work on
|
|
their belts, while the two men stood almost petrified. In a
|
|
moment their pants were open and Susie's hands were foraging in
|
|
their underwear.
|
|
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|
"Oh my! They really do feel nice, Mrs. Vastos. Oh! I can
|
|
feel yours move, Mr. Christopher. Do you like me touching you.
|
|
Oh, and now yours too, Mr. Steve. Oh, I want to see them, but I
|
|
can't get them out like this."
|
|
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|
The touch of her hands on the bare flesh of their cocks, on top
|
|
of everything else, had excited them to such an extent that even
|
|
Susie's practiced hands could not pull the swelling poles through
|
|
the openings in their jockey shorts. While Mrs. Vastos nodded in
|
|
approval, and the two men began gasping with pleasure, Susie
|
|
pushed their pants and underwear down around their knees. She
|
|
exclaimed in delight when she looked up. Mrs. Vastos was right;
|
|
they were indeed "big like this" and so very fat.
|
|
|
|
In Susie's brief but very crowded experience with men's cocks
|
|
she had seldom seen bigger--and these weren't even fully erect yet.
|
|
Susie remedied that deficiency in a hurry. She stood in front of
|
|
the two men and fondled each one with one hand, a dreamy look
|
|
on her face as she imagined how their schlongs would feel inside
|
|
of her. Then she bent down to inspect the marvelous organs more
|
|
closely, to inhale their scent and, after a furtive glance towards the
|
|
boys' mother, to plant a big kiss on the head of each cock. The
|
|
men gasped and stiffened in disbelief. When Mrs. Vlastos said
|
|
nothing, Susie let herself go and spread wide her lips to swallow
|
|
the head of Steve's cock.
|
|
|
|
However, in bending over, Susie revealed that she was panty-
|
|
less under her skirt. Hardly anyone was looking, so fascinated
|
|
were they all by the contrast between Susie's tiny hands and
|
|
delicate lips and those huge, bloated pieces of male meat. But old
|
|
Theo Vastos was trying to get a better view of Susie's lips on his
|
|
sons' cocks when he noticed the naked flesh beneath her skirt.
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The sight of those sweet, round globes stopped him in his tracks.
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His eyes brightened. While Susie fondled and kissed his sons'
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schlongs, he reached out to grab at her ass.
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Mrs. Vlastos did not see because she had quickly turned and
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hurried to a wall telephone. She dialed almost blindly, her proud,
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maternal eyes fixed on little Susie's attempt to get one of those
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great schlongs inside her mouth.
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"Hello, George. That you? Mama here. George, you come
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right way to kitchen. Yes, restaurant. No, I no tell you. A
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surprise. You come quick." She hung up abruptly and settled into
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one of the chairs vacated by her sons to watch her family enjoy
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themselves.
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"Old Theo Vastos now had his finger in Susie's pussy while
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her lips were stretched tightly around the bulbous knob of Steve's
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cock-head. Suddenly the old man plunged his finger deep into her
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cunt and pressed his thumb against her asshole. Susie jumped
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forward--from surprise and delight, not pain--and Steve's great
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knob popped into her mouth just as the old man's thumb popped
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through her anus and pressed against the finger in her cunt. The
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old man's probing fingers spurred her to suck voraciously on the
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son's cock, swallowing it inch by inch, as she wriggled her ass
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enthusiastically against the old man's hand, wishing he could put
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something bigger than his fingers in her.
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Chris Vastos was left standing with his cock sticking out of
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his pants and a bewildered, forlorn look on his face. Susie's
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mouth was fully occupied by his brother and her ass by his father.
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When Mrs. Vlastos saw that he was being left out, she called to
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her husband.
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"Theo, you stop that! Look, poor Chris. He got nothing to do.
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You let him play with Susie's bummie. If Susie don't mind. You
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mind, Susie? You let Chris feel your bummie? Maybe you even
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let him put his schlong in you? If it not too big? You like? Chris
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he do it good."
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If Susie had ever wanted to cry out, "yes!", that was the time.
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But the huge pole in her mouth made it impossible. She nodded
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her head as vigorously as she could, making Steve Vastos moan
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from the sensations it produced on his cock. She wriggled and
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shook her "bummie", hoping Christopher or his mother would
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understand. She missed the old man's fingers already, but just the
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thought of one of those great schlongs pushing inside her drowned
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out any regrets.
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Under his wife's stern glance, the old man reluctantly pulled
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his hand from Susie's ass and moved away to sit beside her in the
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chair. Chris Vastos frantically tried to pull off his pants, but
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ended up hobbling into position at Susie's rear. He watched that
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lovely behind for a few seconds as it squirmed in frustration and
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invitation. Then he reached out to stroke the glowing flesh,
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almost hypnotized by its whiteness. Finally he took his mighty
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prick in two hands and set its swollen head against the pink and
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gleaming lips of Susie's pussy. Susie pushed back as hard as she
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could to try to capture the fleshy knob, but his mother's voice
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made him start and pull away. Susie moaned in frustration
|
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around the meaty pole in her mouth until she heard what Mrs.
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vastos had to say.
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"Christopher! What you do? You know not right to put your
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schlong there! Didn't I teach you better. You put in other place,
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like I show you. Is better. Right Miss Susie? You like that, no?"
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Susie was surprised at the old lady's words but she didn't care
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where he put it as long as he put it in her somewhere soon. If
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Mrs. Vlastos didn't want her son to fuck her cunt then she was
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quite happy to give him her asshole. Once again she nodded her
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head vigorously. Steve groaned again and his cock sank several
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inches further into her throat.
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When Chris had re-aimed his mighty missile and started to
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press it tentatively against her tiny asshole, Susie was pushed even
|
|
more firmly onto his brother's cock. Its great length was almost
|
|
completely buried in her throat before the other brother finally
|
|
managed to force the swollen knob of his cock-head through her
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anxious anal opening. Once that tight ring of muscle had snapped
|
|
firmly around his shaft, Chris Vastos let out a roar and began
|
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thrusting into the young girl, forcing her throat down the last few
|
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inches onto his brother's cock. He straightened his knees and
|
|
suddenly Susie's feet were off the floor. She was completely
|
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impaled now, just as she had been between the two salesman a
|
|
little while before, but this was even better. Never had she felt so
|
|
full, so stuffed with wonderful man-meat. Even though her cunt
|
|
was empty, the sheer size of the cocks in her other two openings
|
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more than made up for it.
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But she couldn't breathe. She almost hadn't noticed, so
|
|
enraptured had she been by the progress of Chris Vastos's big cock
|
|
up the tight channel of her ass. Steve Vastos wasn't moving. The
|
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sensation of her throat muscles clamped around his rigid shaft,
|
|
squeezing and pulsating, was simply too good. Susie had to push
|
|
at his legs before he grabbed her head and began to move in her,
|
|
pulling his mighty cock back until only the great knob was in her
|
|
mouth so she could gulp a breath of air, then sending the complete
|
|
length of his shaft deep into her throat again.
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|
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If it had been wonderful before, now was even better. Susie
|
|
simply closed her eyes, let her body go limp, and let the incredible
|
|
sensations wash over her as the two brothers drove in and out of
|
|
her convulsing, quaking body. Every movement sent paroxysms
|
|
of pleasure through her, causing her throat and ass muscles to
|
|
clutch spasmodically at the cocks that were so deliciously
|
|
invading her. That only drove the two men to even greater
|
|
heights of excitement, and they pounded their massive cocks into
|
|
her tiny body with ever growing fury. It was heavenly.
|
|
|
|
Suddenly both men stopped moving, both their cocks fully
|
|
buried in Susie's body. She couldn't stand it; she wanted them to
|
|
keep moving, to continue driving into her until she burst from the
|
|
build-up of sheer pleasure. She tried to move herself, but she was
|
|
pinned between them, her legs dangling in the air, firmly caught
|
|
on those giant pegs of throbbing flesh. She couldn't understand
|
|
what had happened. Then, through her pleasure-drugged daze,
|
|
she heard Mrs. Vastos's piercing voice.
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|
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|
"Oh, Miss Susie. You do so good. Both my boys really enjoy,
|
|
I can tell. But you don't mind stop for minute. Here is George.
|
|
George my nephew. He have nice schlong too. George, you take
|
|
clothes off and show Miss Susie your schlong."
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|
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|
George had slipped into the kitchen almost unnoticed, and
|
|
had stood in shocked silence for several minutes before his aunt
|
|
noticed him. What an incredible sight. That luscious young girl,
|
|
only a teen-ager, really, being double-fucked by his two cousins
|
|
with their giant horse-cocks. And Chris actually had his prick in
|
|
her asshole. It was beyond belief, but there it was, right in front of
|
|
him. His own cock hardened in his pants immediately and he
|
|
reached down to rub it. And what was more incredible was that
|
|
she seemed to be looking over at him, welcoming him, and all that
|
|
with those giant cocks stuffing her. He knew grown women who
|
|
wouldn't even touch his cousins' cocks, so frighteningly huge did
|
|
they find them, yet this little girl seemed to be reveling in them.
|
|
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|
"You like see George's schlong, too, Miss Susie?"
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|
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Susie nodded as well as she could with Steve's telephone pole
|
|
of a cock stuck right down her throat, then gave him a quick push
|
|
with her other hand, hoping he would start moving again so she
|
|
could breathe. She was on the point of blacking out when he
|
|
finally pulled his cock back and she was able to take in a breath of
|
|
air through her nose. His brother started moving again, too, and
|
|
soon those two poles of flesh were once again driving her mad
|
|
with pleasure. But Susie was still alert enough to her
|
|
surroundings to watch out of the corner of her eye as George
|
|
stripped off his pants. She liked what she saw.
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|
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|
George stood next to his cousins, wondering how he could get
|
|
involved. He felt Susie's hand strike his leg and then climb slowly
|
|
upwards along his thigh until she was able to grasp his already
|
|
iron-hard prick. She squeezed it triumphantly, feeling it throb
|
|
beneath her fingers, then began pumping it in time to the two
|
|
other cocks ramming into her. When the shudders of orgasm
|
|
swept through her again, she squeezed him so tightly he groaned
|
|
from mingled pain and pleasure. Then, while her body was still
|
|
quivering, she pulled George closer. He was pressed against his
|
|
cousin Steve but he hardly noticed because Susie was somehow
|
|
bending her arm at a painful angle so she could run his dripping
|
|
cock-head all over her face and the sleek line of her throat. He
|
|
could actually feel the sensation of his cousin's great schlong
|
|
grotesquely stretching her cheeks and her throat muscles as it
|
|
drove towards her stomach.
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|
|
|
He felt as if he were going to come right away, just from the
|
|
feel of her silken skin, tautly stretched around the cock in her
|
|
mouth, rubbing against his enflamed cock-head. He was saved
|
|
from so wastefully spilling his seed by his two cousins, both of
|
|
whom clutched Susie even tighter and began gasping as they
|
|
exploded in her body one after the other with meaningless grunts
|
|
of animal passion. George stepped back and watched Susie's
|
|
throat convulse as she greedily swallowed the torrent of come that
|
|
spilled into her mouth. He saw his cousin Chris grimace in
|
|
unbearable ecstasy as he pumped and spurted his juices deep into
|
|
Susie's bowels. This set Susie off again, and her body writhed and
|
|
twisted around the two impaling rods. The two hard cocks that
|
|
had been supporting her softened rapidly, but fortunately George
|
|
was there to catch the half senseless girl before she fell to the
|
|
floor.
|
|
|
|
Poor George didn't know what to do. His cock was hard and
|
|
eager and he held this sexy girl in his arms. She was naked
|
|
beneath her skirt, and he had had the most vivid proof imaginable
|
|
that she loved cock. After the session she had just been through,
|
|
he knew she needed a rest, but his impatient cock wouldn't let him
|
|
wait. He twisted her still quivering body in his arms until her
|
|
pussy lips were pressed against his cock. Holding her slender
|
|
body with one hand around her waist, he reached down to ready
|
|
his cock to penetrate her when he felt a stern hand on his
|
|
shoulder.
|
|
|
|
"No! No, George. Not right. Not like that. Not there. That
|
|
for married peoples. You just wait a minute. Miss Susie let you
|
|
do like Chris or Steve. You just wait and see."
|
|
|
|
Mrs. Vastos had pushed herself up from her chair and hobbled
|
|
over to them. After speaking to him she continued on past them,
|
|
heading for the other side of the kitchen. Susie had her feet on
|
|
the ground now, but George still held her. His cock was pressed
|
|
into her back, the cheeks of her ass pressing against his balls. His
|
|
hands were under her T-shirt cupping and squeezing her tits.
|
|
|
|
Even though she was still panting and gasping for breath,
|
|
Susie was reaching back, trying to find his cock and pull it into
|
|
her, despite what Mrs,. Vastos had said. She didn't want the
|
|
feelings to ever stop. George felt her fingers on his balls, and
|
|
couldn't stop himself. His aunt didn't want him to screw this girl
|
|
in the cunt, though he was sure she wouldn't mind at all, but he
|
|
had to put his hot, hard cock somewhere quickly or he would spill
|
|
his seed all over her back. Susie was still caressing his balls and
|
|
squirming sensuously against him. While still glowing from the
|
|
pleasure Chris and Steve Vastos had brought her, she was already
|
|
looking forward to new thrills. She strained upwards; he bent his
|
|
knees. Her fingers found the base of his cock and positioned it
|
|
where she wanted it. He straightened his legs and suddenly his
|
|
cock was in her, sliding freely and easily into her well-lubricated
|
|
asshole.
|
|
|
|
Mrs. Vastos came hobbling back, pushing a steel cart ahead of
|
|
her. It had two shelves, just two feet across, with the top one just
|
|
at waist height. George already had Susie bent over and he was
|
|
screwing his own rather substantial cock into her ass, holding her
|
|
to him with a painfully tight grasp of her titties. Susie sighed and
|
|
clutched her ass muscles down on him, and it was as if nothing
|
|
had ever penetrated her there. George was amazed at the
|
|
tightness and the heat.
|
|
|
|
Then both he and Susie felt a shock. His aunt had somehow
|
|
maneuvered the cart right under Susie's bent-over torso. George's
|
|
knuckles scraped its surface as he continued to cling to her round
|
|
titties. Susie gasped when the cold edge of the table met her over-
|
|
heated belly. It just seemed to accentuate the fire within. She let
|
|
herself fall forward onto it, grateful for the support. Now she had
|
|
something to hold onto so she could screw her ass back against
|
|
George's plunging cock.
|
|
|
|
"There now. That better? George has nice schlong, too, eh
|
|
Miss Susie? But not like my boys."
|
|
|
|
"Oh Oh Ohhhh!" cried Susie as another orgasm swept over
|
|
her. Her throat felt empty. but at least now she could cry out her
|
|
pleasure and that always seemed to make it better. "Oh yes! Oh
|
|
it's so good! Oh they're all so good. I love it! I love them! Oh,
|
|
Mrs. Vastos, I love your family, their cocks, their schlongs. I
|
|
want them in me. I want them all."
|
|
|
|
"Boys! You hear Miss Susie. No just stand there! Give Miss
|
|
Susie your schlongs."
|
|
|
|
Chris and Steve had recovered from their exertions and had
|
|
been watching with mounting excitement as their cousin carried
|
|
on with what they had started. When they heard Susie cry out,
|
|
and heard their mother's admonitions, they hurried over to stand
|
|
in front of Susie.
|
|
|
|
Chris got there first. Susie's head hung over the edge of the
|
|
cart at the perfect height. Without thinking about where his cock
|
|
had just been, without thinking about anything but finding
|
|
renewed satisfaction in the young girl's body, he pushed his long,
|
|
limp sausage at Susie's lips. She opened her mouth as wide as she
|
|
could and sucked it inside with a loud, lascivious slurp. Then she
|
|
began to suck avidly, loving its dark musty taste. Her round ass
|
|
squirmed enthusiastically as George's long cock skewered into her
|
|
asshole. Chris Vastos's cock in her mouth swelled and swelled,
|
|
quickly regaining all of its majestic size, turning her cries of
|
|
pleasure into wordless whimpers. His brother stood impatiently in
|
|
line behind him. Across the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Vastos sat
|
|
side-by-side on their two chairs, watching proudly. They were
|
|
holding hands.
|
|
|
|
When George's over-excited cock finally exploded and sent
|
|
his flood of come to join his cousin's deep in Susie's ass, Chris
|
|
quickly pulled his now huge, hard cock from her throat and
|
|
hurried to replace his cousin. Susie moaned in protest as both
|
|
cocks suddenly left her, but that moan turned to a sigh of
|
|
contentment as Chris's great pole pushed its way into her pulsing
|
|
asshole just seconds after George had pulled out. Her sigh was cut
|
|
off by another cock poking at her lips. Without even looking up
|
|
she swallowed it greedily.
|
|
|
|
The double fuckings went on and on, sending Susie into the
|
|
convulsions of orgasm countless times, but always she wanted
|
|
more and always there was another cock to plunge into her ass
|
|
and another soft and savoury prick for her mouth. The two
|
|
brothers and their cousin emptied their balls again and again into
|
|
Susie's asshole and were sucked back to erection by her avid lips.
|
|
Sometimes one or the other could not resist the tigh clasp of her
|
|
throat and would let his cock burst in her mouth; then she had to
|
|
suck up the next limp prick to be presented to her lips quickly or
|
|
there would be no hard cock ready to replace the one one the point
|
|
of exploding in her ass. But each time it took longer and longer
|
|
for the men to come and Susie's ass was continually reamed by
|
|
hard cock. She was in a state of near-perpetual orgasm, aware
|
|
only of the hard flesh that filled her.
|
|
|
|
Then, at last her ass was empty. No hard cock rushed in to
|
|
replace the one that had just spurted weakly inside her. She still
|
|
had a tasty prick in her mouth, she did not know whose, but it
|
|
refused to respond to the magic of her lips and tongue. Slowly she
|
|
returned to her senses, her body still quivering, and reluctantly let
|
|
the soft meat fall from between her lips. She looked up, conscious
|
|
now of the hard shelf digging into her belly, squashing her tender
|
|
titties. Steve Vastos stood sadly in front of her, looking down at
|
|
her swollen lips and his limp and wrinkled prick. Susie pushed
|
|
herself up and off the cart and looked behind her. Chris and
|
|
George were sitting on the floor, their heads between their knees,
|
|
their limp pricks drooping over their empty balls.
|
|
|
|
Susie looked at her rumpled and come-stained skirt. She
|
|
really should have taken it off, she thought. Her T-shirt was wet
|
|
with sweat and showed the hard points of her still excited nipples.
|
|
She tried to straighten her clothes into some semblance of
|
|
respectability. There was nothing more for her here. She knew
|
|
from experience that it would be a long wait for any of the men to
|
|
revive. When Susie drained a cock it was completely drained.
|
|
She turned to face Mr. and Mrs. Vastos, who were still sitting
|
|
together, hand-in-hand. The woman looked somewhat crestfallen.
|
|
|
|
"Oh Susie! What you do to my boys. They all wore out.
|
|
Even their schlongs."
|
|
|
|
She was so proud of her sons' schlongs that she almost
|
|
resented the fact that Susie had been able to defeat them. But she
|
|
was basically a good-natured lady, and she had so enjoyed the
|
|
sight of her sons and her nephew ploughing their big schlongs
|
|
into Susie's tiny body. And Susie was so appreciative, said such
|
|
wonderful things about them that her maternal pride returned and
|
|
burned even brighter than before. Then her husband spoke.
|
|
|
|
"Miss Susie. I like watch you so much. My boys good boys.
|
|
Good schlongs. Like father. Miss Susie, look!"
|
|
|
|
Miss Susie looked, and broke out into a big warm smile.
|
|
There, rising proudly from the old man's still open fly, was his
|
|
long, youthful-looking cock. Despite everything that had
|
|
happened, Susie's mouth watered at the sight.
|
|
|
|
"Oh my! It's hard again, Mr. Vastos. Oh, how wonderful! It
|
|
looks so delicious. can I taste it again? Please?"
|
|
|
|
Susie didn't even wait for an answer before kneeling in front
|
|
of him and lovingly taking his rejuvenated cock into her sweet,
|
|
warm mouth. She bobbed her head over his crotch and sucked
|
|
happily. The old man's cock throbbed with excitement, and
|
|
seemed to get harder and longer in her mouth, but no matter what
|
|
tricks Susie played with her tongue and lips, he did not come.
|
|
Susie was happy sucking on his wonderful cock but she also
|
|
wanted to feel the old man's come shoot into her again. She lifted
|
|
her mouth from his hard prick and rubbed it sensuously over her
|
|
face, then kissed it and stood up to whisper into his wife's ear, her
|
|
hands continuing to play with the noble schlong. Mrs Vastos
|
|
frowned, but Susie continued to whisper urgently. Finally the
|
|
woman turned to look at her husband, his face a grimace of
|
|
pleasure and pain, and slowly nodded her head.
|
|
|
|
"Oh thank you, Mrs. Vastos! Thank you so much," Susie
|
|
cried, before bending eagerly over the old man and kissing the
|
|
ruby red head of his cock. Then she quickly straddled the chair
|
|
and the old man's lap, her hands positioning his cock as she sank
|
|
down on it. But instead of her well-traveled asshole, his vigorous
|
|
rod surged into her achingly empty and neglected cunt. And it
|
|
felt so good that Susie came right away and her cunt muscles
|
|
rippled along the length of the old man's shaft, making him gasp
|
|
with pleasure and bury his head between her breasts.
|
|
|
|
Susie began to rise and fall on that wonderfully filling pole. It
|
|
was so good and so different from what she had experienced with
|
|
his sons. Susie clutched Mr. Vastos's head to her breasts and tried
|
|
to fuck him to death. Up and down and around and around she
|
|
screwed her ass, feeling his cock scrape against every inch of her
|
|
hyper-sensitive cunt. And still the old man did not come,
|
|
although his toothless jaws were biting at her titties as he sobbed
|
|
and moaned in pleasure.
|
|
|
|
While she blindly rode the old man's cock, Susie felt hands on
|
|
her ass. Many hands. Her T-shirt was pushed up, and her skirt.
|
|
Then she felt other things that felt very much like long limp cocks
|
|
press and rub against the flesh of her ass and back. Someone
|
|
unhooked her skirt and pulled it up. She let go of Mr. Vastos's
|
|
neck and lifted her arms so that both the T-shirt and skirt could be
|
|
pulled right off, leaving her totally naked. Now the limp cocks
|
|
were rubbing all over her body, along with six hands that caressed
|
|
and squeezed her flesh. Mr. Vastos sucked and munched on one
|
|
titty, while unknown hands fought over possession of the other
|
|
one. Fingers played over her belly and thighs, poked at her
|
|
dripping asshole and even ran around the mouth of her cunt
|
|
where the old man's cock was so deliciously trapped.
|
|
|
|
Susie couldn't stop coming. In fact she had hardly stopped
|
|
coming since she had entered the kitchen. She squirmed and
|
|
writhed under all this attention, clamping her cunt muscles
|
|
around the cock that filled it as she rose and fell. But it was hard
|
|
work and her legs were tiring. And still the old man didn't come.
|
|
Then Susie felt a strange sensation. She was being lifted into the
|
|
air, but the old man's cock was still locked firmly in her cunt.
|
|
They were both being lifted, still joined delightfully together.
|
|
Hands gripped her tightly, hardening cocks rubbed against her.
|
|
Susie did not know what was happening, nor did she care as long
|
|
as she had old Mr. Vastos's wonderful cock inside her. Gently the
|
|
fucking couple was lowered to the floor.
|
|
|
|
The old man's body fell back, his toothless gums slipping off
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Susie's breast. His wife was quick to put something under his
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head, even if it was Susie's skirt and T-shirt. She fell forward
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onto his frail body, rubbing her breasts over his chest and raining
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kisses onto his face. Mrs. Vastos protested in the background but
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Susie didn't care anymore as she glued her lips to the old man's.
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In this new position she could feel him trying his best to use his
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hips to push his cock into her. But he was too old and weak. His
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cock, on the other hand, was young and strong, and it throbbed
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mightily in Susie's deliriously happy pussy.
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The many hands still caressed her with mounting fervor.
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Fingers poked at her asshole. The something else. A cock. She
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didn't know or care whose it was. She sobbed in happiness as the
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big cock pushed its way into her ass, side by side with the old
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man's in her cunt, and began to move. The fuck lasted for a long,
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long time, and Susie reveled in the double penetration. Her cries
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of passion mingled with the old man's as they both were driven
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mad by the friction of the fat cock plunging into her ass rubbing
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against the one in her cunt.
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Susie began babbling senselessly, telling Mrs. Vastos that her
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family had the best schlongs in the world, that she wanted to have
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them in her all the time. She cried out with fierce joy as the cock
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in her ass throbbed and shot its painful load into her guts. There
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was not much of the wonderful liquid, but it made up for its
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volume with the force of its throbbing. But still the old man did
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not come, though he was squirming and moaning more and more
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frantically beneath her. Another cock slid easily into her ass, and
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screwed her steadily and fiercely until it too humped dryly and
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slipped away, only to be replaced by yet a
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third one. When that last cock had fucked her ass as much as it
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could and then given up, the old man was still hard and eager
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within her.
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Tears of joy filled Susie's eyes. She could no longer talk or
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think. She was just a tangled mass of pleasure, all focused on the
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miraculous pole that filled her cunt. She felt the old man stirring
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beneath her, pushing at her with his hands. She hoped
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desperately that he didn't want her to get off, and continued to
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grind her pussy into his crotch. Theo Vastos clenched his muscles
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and with every bit of strength left in him, suddenly rolled over
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until he was on top of a surprised Susie. Her head hit the floor
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with a thud, but she did not even feel it. Her legs shot up into the
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air and wrapped themselves around the old man's back. The only
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sound that came from her now was a loud, continuous keening
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wail. The explosions in her belly were too close together now to
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be distinguished from each other.
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The old man plunged his cock into her with quick, rabbit-like
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thrusts that drove her hard against the floor. Susie clutched him
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tightly to her, glorying in the aggressiveness of his fucking. He
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slobbered feverishly over her titties. Susie screamed when he
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suddenly bit down hard on her nipple and convulsed on top of her.
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His cock throbbed mightily, spraying her burning pussy with his
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pent-up come. Jolt after jolt of electricity surged through Susie's
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body as she felt him finally give her the juices she had so
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desperately craved.
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The loving couple panted together on the floor. Around them
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was silence. The old man's sons and his nephew were speechless,
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incredulous, awed. Mrs. Vastos felt a surge of pride swell her
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already substantial bosom. Her Theo. Her Theo and his
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wonderful schlong. Was there ever another one like it? Susie
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didn't seem to think so, the way she was now showering it with
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grateful kisses and carefully licking it clean. Then, while Mrs.
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Vastos hugged her husband proudly and wondered if she might
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not have been premature in giving up "that", Susie turned to the
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three younger men and took their limp and soiled cocks into her
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mouth one last time, cleansing them of all trace of her ass and its
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juices.
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Finally it was time to go. The Vastos family all helped her
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dress, but her clothes were a mess. All that fucking while she was
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still wearing them, and then the fucking on top of them had taken
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their toll. What would her mother say? She might not notice the
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absence of panties, but she was sure to notice the incredibly
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wrinkled skirt, stained with drying come and other darker stains,
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the dirty finger marks on the front of her T-shirt. Susie knew she
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would have to do something before she got home but she did not
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yet know what. Even going into the street like that would attract a
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|
lot of attention. But Susie was used to attracting attention on the
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street, so she prepared to continue her journey home from school.
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Then she remembered.
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"Oh, Mrs. Vastos. I had so much fun I almost forgot my coke.
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How much do I owe you."
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"Fifty cents. But you so nice to Theo and the boys, I give you
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for half-price. You give me only a quarter."
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Susie protested, but twenty-five cents was all Mrs. Vastos
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would take. Susie was so happy and grateful for her wonderful
|
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experience that she would have given everything she had in
|
|
thanks, so she made her promise that the next time she came she
|
|
would definitely pay the full price no matter what might happen
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in the kitchen. It hardly seemed right that the poor old couple
|
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should lose out when she herself had had so much fun. And she
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was sure she would be back again very soon.
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Chapter 4
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Susie's legs felt a little weak as she walked down the street.
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She could still feel the Vastos family's huge schlongs in her
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asshole and taste them in her mouth, and the memory of the dear
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old man's cock in her cunt made her pussy twitch with
|
|
remembered pleasure. She was so glad she had stopped at the
|
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restaurant and discovered the wonderful things they had that were
|
|
not on the menu. She would like to eat there every day, but she
|
|
doubted if there would be enough for her that often. Unless Mrs.
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Vastos had more relatives with big schlongs. She would have to
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ask. Her happy dreams were rudely interrupted.
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"Hey sweetie! Wanna suck my cock?"
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A delivery van had stopped next to her at a traffic light. The
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driver's obscenely grinning face looked down at her from the open
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|
window. His eyes took in every inch of the delectable sight,
|
|
moving from the rounded slopes of her young ass, scarcely
|
|
covered by the short skirt, to the thrusting mounds of her titties.
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He spat on the sidewalk.
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"Ya wanna suck my cock? I got a big one."
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The idea delighted Susie. She broke into a big smile as she
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turned to him and answered: "Sure! I'd love to!" A look of
|
|
complete bewilderment flooded the man's face. She wasn't
|
|
supposed to react like that. Susie stepped off the curb in front of
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|
the van and hurried towards the passenger door, carefully
|
|
watching the traffic. If she had been paying more attention to the
|
|
man in the van she would have seen the panic in his eyes as he
|
|
saw her cross in front of him. Then she wouldn't have been so
|
|
surprised when he suddenly pulled away the moment she touched
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the door handle, leaving her standing in the middle of the road.
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Susie was disappointed. Her mouth was already salivating in
|
|
anticipation. But she had seen the same thing happen before. All
|
|
too often some man would make a remark as she passed, say he
|
|
wanted to fuck her, and then, when she happily agreed, rush away
|
|
in confusion. Men! She really didn't understand them sometimes.
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|
But she wanted them all the time.
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The many men she had already had that afternoon: her
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|
teacher, the janitor, the vice-principal, Pop MacIntosh and the two
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|
salesmen, the entire Vastos family, were beginning to seem like
|
|
distant memories. But she was nearly home. There probably
|
|
wouldn't be too many more cocks falling in her path, and she still
|
|
had to decide what to do about her clothes. Maybe she could
|
|
think up some harmless explanation for her mother. Her father
|
|
would understand. Ever since she had got up the courage to suck
|
|
him off in the shower last month, he had begun to understand
|
|
what a hot-assed daughter he had, and he knew that she fucked
|
|
other men. Sometimes Susie thought he enjoyed the idea of other
|
|
men fucking his daughter almost as much as he enjoyed fucking
|
|
her himself. But her mother still didn't know.
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She was lost in thought as she drew closer to her home. The
|
|
excited barking of a neighbor's dog brought her back to reality.
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|
She was in front of the Reynolds house, just two doors away from
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|
her parents. Ralph and Lorna Reynolds had just moved into the
|
|
neighborhood a few months ago, and Susie didn't know them very
|
|
well yet. However, she was quickly getting to know Ralph
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|
Reynolds. Since she had noticed that he usually left for work at
|
|
the same time she left for school, she had made a point of joining
|
|
him in his garage several times a week. Usually she sat in his car
|
|
sucking his cock while he stood in front of the open door;
|
|
sometimes she leaned over the hood of the car while he fucked her
|
|
vigorously from behind. He was a nice man.
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Mrs. Reynolds was sitting on the porch with a drink in her
|
|
hand, watching their dog play in the front yard. The dog was
|
|
bouncing energetically up and down in front of Susie. She bent to
|
|
hug him, then walked up the walk towards the porch with the dog
|
|
running after her. It was too bad it wasn't Mr. Reynolds. She
|
|
would have liked to have his nice cock inside her right now. But
|
|
maybe Mrs. Reynolds would help her with her clothes, let her
|
|
clean them up a bit before she went home.
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|
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The dog seemed intoxicated by Susie's presence, his tail
|
|
wagging furiously. He was a large, friendly dog of an unknown
|
|
mixture of breeds. Lorna Reynolds called out to him sharply,
|
|
telling him to leave Susie alone. But the poor animal could not.
|
|
The scent that drifted from between her legs was setting him on
|
|
fire. As Susie walked, she almost tripped over him several times;
|
|
he danced alongside her, pushing his head under her skirt. When
|
|
his cold nose brushed her inner thigh, Susie felt a thrill run
|
|
through her.
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|
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|
She stopped at the porch steps. Mrs. Reynolds was looking
|
|
curiously at her dishevelled appearance. The dog was still nosing
|
|
around under her skirt, and began to lick her cum-coated thighs
|
|
with his warm rasping tongue. He would not stop despite Lorna's
|
|
orders to him to behave, and the feel of the dog's tongue on her
|
|
sent strange shivers through Susie's body.
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|
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|
"It's all right, Mrs. Reynolds, he isn't bothering me. But could
|
|
I ask you a favor?"
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|
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|
"Why, of course, Susie. What can I do for you?"
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"Well, I'd just like to stop a minute and use your bathroom,
|
|
maybe, to sort of try to clean up my clothes before my mother sees
|
|
them. They got kind of messed up on the way home from school."
|
|
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It was very hard for Susie to talk with the dog's strong tongue
|
|
now nearing her matted pussy hairs.
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|
|
|
"Certainly, child. Come right in and we'll see what we can do
|
|
for you. Rover! Stop that! I don't know what's got into you.
|
|
Leave Susie alone!"
|
|
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|
She opened the screen door and stepped aside to let Susie
|
|
pass. Rover followed quickly. The stains on the young girl's
|
|
clothes very very strange, and Mrs. Reynolds could not understand
|
|
why her dog was so intent to get under Susie's skirt, nor why the
|
|
girl did not seem to protest. As the door slammed behind them,
|
|
the dog once more pushed his head right under Susie's short skirt,
|
|
lifting it enough so that Mrs. Reynolds could see the young girl's
|
|
naked behind. A strange feeling shot through her, one she tried to
|
|
repress.
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|
|
|
"But how on earth did your clothes get this way, Susie? I've
|
|
never seen anything like it. And why aren't you wearing panties?"
|
|
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|
Susie reflected a moment, then decided to be honest. There
|
|
really was no other way to explain everything. If Mrs. Reynolds
|
|
was too shocked she might tell her mother, but something in the
|
|
older woman's attitude suggested to Susie that her secret would be
|
|
safe. She wanted to see how the other woman would react, though
|
|
she couldn't say exactly why.
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|
|
|
"Well, I guess it's mostly come. I've been fucking a lot on the
|
|
way home from school. Usually I get undressed, but sometimes
|
|
there just isn't time. That's why I got rid of my panties to save
|
|
time."
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|
|
|
Lorna Reynolds didn't believe her ears. The muscles in her
|
|
stomach contracted, her face flushed, and her breathing became
|
|
difficult. Fucking! This sweet young girl! And talking about it
|
|
so openly. It had to be true, too, she thought, looking more
|
|
closely at the stains and breathing in the odor that surrounded the
|
|
young girl. Come. It couldn't be anything else. And there was
|
|
Rover, trying to lick it up, and Susie was letting him. It was
|
|
incredible. She didn't know what to say.
|
|
|
|
"But . . . your boyfriend? What does he . . .?" she stammered,
|
|
not knowing what she wanted to ask.
|
|
|
|
"Oh, I don't have a boy-friend, Mrs. Reynolds. Mom says that
|
|
I'm too young to date. So I usually just fuck with men I meet on
|
|
the way home."
|
|
|
|
Rover was still trying to push his head under Susie's skirt. His
|
|
cold nose ran over her wet pussy lips, bumping against her
|
|
clitoris and making Susie gasp. Lorna Reynolds could see what
|
|
was happening, but she could not believe it. She stared in
|
|
horrified fascination at the dog's head moving enthusiastically
|
|
under the young girl's skirt. She knew that this was horrible, that
|
|
she should put a stop to it right away, but she couldn't. Some
|
|
strange tension filled her body.
|
|
|
|
"But . . you're so young. I can't believe . . . I mean who? . . .
|
|
why? . . . how?"
|
|
|
|
Susie could see Mrs. Reynolds excitement and she wanted to
|
|
see what would happen next. Calmly, she began telling of the
|
|
adventures that had befallen her so far today on her way home
|
|
from school. Of course she didn't name names. Susie was very
|
|
discreet--she certainly would never mention Mr. Reynolds. And
|
|
while she talked, she caressed Rover's head as he began to lap at
|
|
her juicy pussy.
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|
|
|
Lorna could take no more. With a little moan of frustrated
|
|
passion she pulled the girl away from the dog and pushed her
|
|
towards the bathroom, hoping to escape the demons that were
|
|
bedeviling her. Her mind was full of images of big cocks sliding
|
|
into Susie's girlish cunt. It upset her and excited her terribly. She
|
|
didn't know why, but her husband had scarcely made love to her
|
|
more than once or twice in the past month. Now, her unreleased
|
|
sexual tensions were making her tremble.
|
|
|
|
While she had been at university she had had a brief lesbian
|
|
affair with her room-mate one year. It had not lasted long. Both
|
|
had found boyfriends quickly. But it had been sweet and
|
|
satisfying. The memories came flooding back as she looked over
|
|
Susie's luscious body. Her pussy ached.
|
|
|
|
Angrily, she pushed the protesting dog out of the bathroom,
|
|
but they could both hear him whining behind the door. Susie said
|
|
nothing, merely smiled and waited. She could tell that this was
|
|
going to be another wonderful adventure.
|
|
|
|
"O.K. now let's get those clothes off. We'll put them in the
|
|
sink to soak, then we can just pop them into the dryer. If we need
|
|
it, I can get out my iron. You'll soon be good as new."
|
|
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|
Her voice was strained and her gestures awkward and stiff as
|
|
she reached out to help Susie with her clothes. Her hands brushed
|
|
nervously against the sides of the young girl's breasts as she pulled
|
|
the T-shirt over her head, noting with suppressed excitement the
|
|
traces of many hands where the fabric bulged around the swelling
|
|
titties. Lorna's mouth watered when she saw those two delicious
|
|
mounds. She bent to help pull the hopelessly wrinkled and
|
|
stained skirt off those lovely legs. Her face was right in front of
|
|
Susie's delicate young pussy. Its pink lips, still swollen from her
|
|
fucking with Mr. Vastos, gleamed with Rover's saliva. Lorna
|
|
could see spots of dried come that matted the silken hairs framing
|
|
the delicious slit. She wanted to plunge her face into that
|
|
marvelous valley, taste it with her own lips. But she could not
|
|
bring herself to do it.
|
|
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|
Slowly and reluctantly getting to her feet, she took the two
|
|
discarded pieces of clothing and dropped them into the sink.
|
|
Mechanically she sprinkled them with soap powder and ran the
|
|
water. She had to get away or she would do something foolish.
|
|
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|
"Here, Susie. You look after this. I'll go and find you
|
|
something to wear in the meantime."
|
|
|
|
It hurt to tear herself away from that lovely body. Maybe if
|
|
she's dressed, it will be easier, she thought. Her mind did not
|
|
want to let her give in to her desires. All that had been long ago
|
|
in the past. Now she was a married woman, respectable
|
|
housewife. She should be reprimanding Susie, not lusting after
|
|
her. But she couldn't stop the ache in her loins.
|
|
|
|
As soon as Lorna had hurried away, Rover managed to push
|
|
his way into the bathroom. Susie was leaning over the sink,
|
|
washing out her clothes. When she felt the dog's cold nose again
|
|
on her warm flesh, she gasped and leaned over even further,
|
|
thrusting her ass back at him to give him access to her slit. The
|
|
dog began licking feverishly, sending his whole muzzle deep
|
|
between her ass cheeks, sweeping his rough tongue from her
|
|
pussy to her asshole, slurping up the remains of the gallons of
|
|
come that had been squirted into Susie that afternoon. Susie
|
|
squirmed her ass and sighed in pleasure.
|
|
|
|
When Lorna Reynolds returned with a bathrobe in her hand,
|
|
she stopped outside the open door, hypnotized by the shocking
|
|
sight in front of her. She couldn't move. The bathrobe dropped
|
|
from her hand, and that same hand pressed tightly against her
|
|
crotch and began rubbing. Susie suddenly cried out in pleasure.
|
|
The dog's licking had already pushed her to an orgasm.
|
|
|
|
"Susie! Rover! Stop that! How can you let him do that,
|
|
Susie! It's horrible, and I won't have it."
|
|
|
|
"What? Oh, I didn't notice," said Susie, turning to face her,
|
|
letting the older woman take in a full view of her naked breasts
|
|
and pussy. "But don't be mad at Rover. he was only playing. I
|
|
don't mind."
|
|
|
|
Lorna pushed the dog away, even more angrily this time. She
|
|
was aroused and jealous and she was trying desperately to fight
|
|
both feelings. Seeing the dog with his tongue between Susie's ass
|
|
cheeks only made her desires seem that much more horrible and
|
|
animalistic. Susie was sorry to see the dog go. Not only had his
|
|
tongue felt so good on her pussy, but she had just noticed the long,
|
|
red cock that had appeared beneath his belly. Even though it
|
|
looked very different from any of the men's organs she had
|
|
known, it was undeniably a cock, and Susie hated the idea of
|
|
being so close to a hard cock that wasn't in her body someplace.
|
|
Since there were always lots of men willing to fuck her, Susie had
|
|
never even considered the possibility of animals. Now she did and
|
|
the very idea excited her enormously. But she couldn't very well
|
|
tell Mrs. Reynolds that she wanted to fuck her dog. Or could she?
|
|
Mrs. Reynolds was looking at her very strangely.
|
|
|
|
"Here. My God! Your whole body is covered with that stuff.
|
|
How many times did you . . . no, never mind, don't answer. Just
|
|
let me wash you off."
|
|
|
|
Lorna began to rub at Susie's skin with a wet washcloth. Over
|
|
her breasts and down across her belly to the mound of her pussy,
|
|
then around and over the firm cheeks of her ass, then back to her
|
|
proud young titties. The friction only added to Susie's excitement.
|
|
She had already been brought to the boiling point by the dog.
|
|
Now the lady of the house was making her boil over. Suddenly a
|
|
small orgasm rippled through her. Susie closed her eyes and
|
|
moaned.
|
|
|
|
When she opened them again, Lorna Reynolds was kneeling
|
|
on the bathroom floor in front of her. The washcloth lay on the
|
|
floor forgotten. The older woman's eyes were glazed. Slowly she
|
|
leaned forward and touched her lips to Susie's pussy. Instinctively
|
|
Susie grasped at her head. Few of the men she had known had
|
|
done anything like that, and their lips were so different that it was
|
|
another experience altogether. Susie wanted more of it. Lorna's
|
|
hands moved up to clutch the firm contours of Susie's ass. She
|
|
buried her face in the young girl's pussy and began madly sucking
|
|
and licking.
|
|
|
|
Over and over again Susie's pussy exploded into orgasm under
|
|
the woman's tongue. Her legs grew weak, her vision blurred.
|
|
While Lorna frantically worked at her pussy with lips and tongue,
|
|
Susie sank slowly to the bathroom floor, lost in a fog of pleasure
|
|
such as she had never known before. Then the kissing stopped.
|
|
|
|
Lorna pulled the dazed young girl to her feet and led her
|
|
quickly to the bedroom. She did not see an eager Rover follow
|
|
them. Susie lay back on the bed as the older woman hurriedly
|
|
striped off her own clothes. But while she was doing so the dog
|
|
suddenly leaped up onto the bed. Without thinking, Susie reached
|
|
out and pulled him over her. His hairy belly rubbed sensuously
|
|
against hers; his panting jaws fell between the twin hills of her
|
|
titties; his long, red cock throbbed against her thigh.
|
|
|
|
"No Susie . . . Rover! No! No! You can't!" the woman cried
|
|
out.
|
|
|
|
But Susie couldn't stop herself. Before Lorna's horrified and
|
|
fascinated eyes, she reached down and set the dog's hard cock
|
|
right at the entrance to her cunt. Despite the bizarre position,
|
|
Rover reacted to the heat of her pussy lips on the end of his cock
|
|
and, with one quick thrust, drove his dog prick deep into Susie's
|
|
cunt. The girl let out a cry of delight and clutched his head to her
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breasts. His cock felt so hot within her it almost burned her pussy.
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It was so different from a man's and so good. The dog's rear end
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worked away like a jack-hammer, frantically pounding his long,
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thin cock into her as if she were a bitch in heat. Which she was.
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It was wonderful. Susie writhed beneath her doggie lover,
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loving the feel of his fur, his claws on her, relishing most of all
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that incredible rapid-fire cock plunging into her like no man had
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ever done. Lorna could only watch. Never, in her wildest dreams
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had she imagined such a scene. Her fingers dug into her cunt,
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already leaking the juices of her passion, while her pet ploughed
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his animal cock into the sweet pussy she had just kissed. Susie's
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moans of pleasure drowned out all other sounds until the dog
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suddenly began to yelp and whine strangely. Susie hugged him
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even closer as she felt his cock jump within her and begin to shoot
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its fierce jets of dog-come into her all-devouring cunt. When she
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felt the knob of his cock swell up to gigantic proportions within
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her, Susie burst into another orgasm and blacked out from the
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overwhelming wave of pleasure that flooded over her.
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When she awoke a few seconds later the dog was gone, though
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her body was still quivering in the after-effects of his fucking.
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Instead of his fur against her skin she felt the warm smooth flesh
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of Lorna Reynolds. Susie was so happy with her wonderful new
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experience that she impulsively threw her arms around the woman
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and kissed her lips.
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Lorna was on fire. She had never felt so aroused and horny.
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Passionately she kissed Susie back on the lips, plunging her
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tongue into the surprised young girl's mouth. Then she moved her
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impassioned lips to the girl's tantalizing titties. In a frenzy of lust
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she licked and kissed those delicious mounds, biting at the nipples
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that shot into sudden erection as Susie felt arousal building in her
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again. Lorna wanted more than anything to plunge her face back
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into Susie's pussy, but the knowledge that it was now running over
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with dog come both excited her and repelled her. She didn't know
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what to do so she continued to gorge herself on the flesh of Susie's
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breasts.
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Susie solved the problem for her. Twisting around on the bed,
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she rubbed her face against the older woman's large, heavy
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breasts, suckling at the big rubbery nipples as she had done at her
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mother's not too many years before. Then she kissed her way
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down across Lorna's round belly, nuzzling at her navel, before
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unhesitatingly plunging her face into the dripping mass of hair
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between the older woman's widespread thighs.
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Only once before had Susie had sex with a woman, and she
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had liked it very much. Miss Betterton, her phys-ed teacher, had
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fucked her almost to death with a huge plastic cock before asking
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Susie to suck at her cunt. While it was nothing at all like taking a
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big fat cock into her mouth, Susie had quite happily licked away
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at the fragrant pussy until her teacher was ready to plunge the big
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dildo into her again. But she had never touched Susie's cunt with
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her mouth--only her hands and the grotesque plastic dildo.
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Lorna Reynolds did not have a dildo, but she did have an
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active tongue and an overpowering thirst for the juices of Susie's
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pussy. As soon as Susie's tongue touched her cunt lips, she forgot
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about the dog come and began licking wildly at the girl's dripping
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cunt. The idea that her dog had just fucked that tiny hole, that she
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was probably sucking up a dog's come was so indescribably filthy
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that it plunged her into an erotic trance where every touch of
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Susie's tongue on her pussy sent new shudders of delight through
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her body. Susie slurped happily on the juices that flowed so
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copiously from this housewife's cunt, reveling in the sensation of a
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tongue in her own pussy. Her delirium was not in the same
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league as that of Lorna Reynolds, however. Something was
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missing.
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The woman and the young girl rolled about wildly on the bed,
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heads locked to pussies. Being smaller and lighter, Susie usually
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ended up on top. Their first paroxysms had been dissolved in a
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dozen orgasms and they were both now quietly kissing each
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other's pussies, feeling the pressure begin to build again. Only
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then did Susie become aware of something else caressing her skin.
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Rover had been eagerly licking indiscriminately at their joined
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and sweaty bodies while they rolled about in their passionate
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frenzy, not noticing anything but each other.
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When Susie lifted her face for a moment from Lorna's
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enveloping cunt, she caught sight of the dog's cock flopping again
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beneath his belly. She wanted it. She tried to reach it with her
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mouth but the dog had already moved away. Lorna's moans of
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frustration sent Susie back to licking enthusiastically on the older
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woman's juicy cunt, but she tried at the same time to push her
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round little ass higher in the air and wiggle it to attract the dog's
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attention.
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It worked. Soon the dog was licking at those ripe globes,
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pressing his narrow snout as far into Susie's ass crack as he could.
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His long tongue sometimes slipped over an unheeding Lorna's
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forehead, sometimes poked at Susie's asshole. Then she felt the
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sharp prick of the dog's claws digging into her skin as the animal
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awkwardly tried to climb on top of the tangled pile of human
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bodies. The white cheeks of Susie's ass, raised high in the air,
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triggered some instinctive mechanism in his head and soon he
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was straddling her body, poking at her hips with his hard cock,
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trying to find an opening to plunge it into. One desperate lunge
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sent his cock skidding down Susie's ass crack and in alongside
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Lorna's nose where it was caught between the older woman's face
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and the cheeks of Susie's ass. He moved in and out of that warm
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channel for a few strokes before his long red prick flopped free
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|
again. Rover continued pumping furiously, bouncing his hard
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prick off Susie's tender ass, almost bruising her with the strength
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of his lunges. But he could not find an opening.
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Susie moaned in frustration. The dog couldn't find her hole.
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Lorna's face completely covered her pussy, and her tiny little
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asshole was too small a target. Lorna had felt the heat of the dog's
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hard prick as it rubbed against her cheek, but she did not know
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what it was. She opened her dazed eyes and found herself looking
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directly at the dog's balls, as they swung back and forth with his
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every lunge. When she realized what it was, she turned her eyes
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up and watched in horror as the hard red prong pounded the
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young girl's ass. Now that Lorna had stopped licking, Susie
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wanted the dog's prick more than ever.
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|
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"Oh help him! Help him, please, Mrs. Reynolds. Oh please
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help him put it in me. Oh I want it so much. Lick me, suck me,
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too. Don't stop. Only help him! Help me, please!"
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But Lorna could do nothing. It was too horrible. She closed
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her eyes and began to suck on Susie's delicious pussy again, trying
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|
to shut out of her mind the vision of the dog's long, red cock.
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Susie squirmed against her tongue and Rover continued to thrust.
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Finally he found the target. Susie gasped as the head of the dog's
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cock pushed suddenly against her asshole. She pushed back
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against it and it popped right inside. Then, as Rover whined
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excitedly, his furious thrusts drove the entire length of his prick
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into Susie's receptive ass.
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|
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Every once in a while the dog's balls brushed over Lorna's
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forehead. She could feel the bristly hair and the inhuman heat of
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his flesh but she tried to pretend it wasn't there. She could feel
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that Susie had stopped sucking her, and she moaned unhappily,
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but she couldn't stop herself from wanting to keep her lips glued
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|
to that wonderful young pussy, no matter what awful things were
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|
happening. But every time she felt the dog's balls rub over her
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head, she shuddered violently and sucked even harder on Susie's
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pussy
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|
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Susie had stopped licking because, soon after Rover had
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|
finally penetrated her ass, she had heard someone else come into
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the room. She cried out as Rover thrust particularly deep into her
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and opened her eyes. Ralph Reynolds stood there in the doorway
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in shocked silence, watching the obscene trio on the bed. After
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the last few weeks, nothing Susie did in the realm of sex would
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|
have surprised him, but he had never imagined the sweet young
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|
girl being screwed by a large hairy dog. His dog. And his wife.
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|
He didn't believe it, but his cock did. It throbbed with sudden
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|
urgency in his pants. Susie's lust-dazed eyes were focused right
|
|
on his crotch and she licked her lips even as the tongue in her
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|
pussy and the dog cock in her ass drove her to another orgasm.
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|
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|
Ralph dropped his briefcase and fumbled frantically with his
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|
zipper. In a few seconds he was on the bed with them, kneeling
|
|
between his wife's outstretched legs, squatting over Susie's face
|
|
and feeding his hardening cock between her lips. Susie sucked
|
|
voraciously as he began driving in and out of her mouth. Every
|
|
thrust pressed Susie's chin against Lorna's clitoris, and let his
|
|
balls slap against his wife's cunt lips. The sight of the dog below
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|
him, digging his claws desperately into Susie's back as he drove
|
|
his prick into her asshole was incredibly exciting.
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|
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|
Ralph Reynolds fucked her throat, Rover was furiously
|
|
pounding his dog-cock into her asshole, and Lorna Reynolds was
|
|
sucking more desperately than ever at her cunt. It was too good to
|
|
be true, but Susie welcomed them all. Her body convulsed with
|
|
pleasure. Her titties dug into Lorna's stomach while the woman's
|
|
larger, softer breasts pressed against her. Rover was shuttling his
|
|
long hard cock in and out of her asshole faster and faster while
|
|
she sucked avidly at the cock buried in her throat.
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|
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|
Then Rover barked wildly and his cock jerked deep in Susie's
|
|
ass as he sent sharp jets of come into her for the second time. His
|
|
swelling cock stretched her asshole deliciously, especially when he
|
|
tried to immediately pull it out. As the dog scrambled from her
|
|
body, his still dribbling cock was dragged over Lorna's face,
|
|
leaving a trail of sticky dog-come on her forehead and in her hair.
|
|
Lorna felt it and shuddered into her own orgasm at the thought of
|
|
what it was.
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|
|
|
Susie concentrated her efforts on the prick that filled her
|
|
mouth. Ralph was so aroused by the scene that he couldn't hold
|
|
back. He grabbed Susie's head and plunged his cock as far into
|
|
her throat as he could, holding it there as it throbbed and spurted
|
|
its load directly into her belly. Then he pulled it back and Susie
|
|
sucked happily on the shrinking cockhead until it became too
|
|
painful for him and he had to pull it out. Rover sat in a corner,
|
|
licking at himself. The two women were left alone, still entangled
|
|
in their passionate sixty-nine. With no other distractions they
|
|
both brought each other to yet another orgasm before they fell
|
|
limply apart. Ralph watched them, lying wearily side-by-side on
|
|
the bed, lazily showering kisses on each other's pussies. But these
|
|
were kisses of gratitude, not passion.
|
|
|
|
When she looked up and saw her husband standing there with
|
|
his limp and dripping cock hanging out of his pants, Lorna was
|
|
shocked and totally confused. She hadn't even known he was
|
|
there, too lost in Susie's pussy and thoughts of the dog to notice
|
|
the late addition to their games. A pang of jealousy shot through
|
|
her. Susie must have sucked her husband's cock. But jealousy
|
|
was quickly replaced by fear. She had been caught completely
|
|
naked, sucking the cunt of a thirteen-year old girl, sucking dog-
|
|
come out of that cunt. And she, the responsible adult, had let it
|
|
all happen. What would her husband say or do? What could she
|
|
say? Would she go to jail? How would she ever live down the
|
|
shame of it all? And what was worse, would it never happen
|
|
again?
|
|
|
|
Ralph said nothing. The same sort of thoughts had run
|
|
through his head at first. Now he had other ideas. He slowly
|
|
undressed. Rover sat in his corner and watched. Susie's eyes
|
|
went from husband to wife. What was going to happen?
|
|
Whatever it was, she was ready for it.
|
|
|
|
What happened was the following: Ralph Reynolds sat on the
|
|
bed between the two women. At his suggestion Susie took his
|
|
cock into her mouth again and began sucking it back to life. Mrs.
|
|
Reynolds couldn't resist the sight of Susie's round white ass in the
|
|
air and, with her husband's blessing, she began sucking, this time
|
|
at the girl's asshole, savoring the viscous liquid that flowed from
|
|
it. Before Ralph was ready to come he pulled his cock from
|
|
Susie's mouth and pushed his wife away from the girl's ass. Then
|
|
he knelt behind her and plunged his cock into her cunt, fucking
|
|
her as vigorously as he had that morning over the hood of their
|
|
ancient Ford. Susie squirmed about until she could get her mouth
|
|
on Lorna's twat, and sucked the wife's pussy while the husband
|
|
reamed her cunt from behind. When Ralph finally spilled his load
|
|
into her belly, both Susie and Lorna were quivering with orgasm.
|
|
|
|
The three of them sat and talked then about what had
|
|
happened. Lorna was so ashamed she could hardly speak. She
|
|
didn't even look at the other two as Susie tried to tell her that it
|
|
had all been wonderful and perfectly natural. Neither Susie nor
|
|
Ralph mentioned their meetings in the garage--it didn't seem
|
|
appropriate. Rover came back unnoticed to the bed and suddenly
|
|
thrust his long tongue into Lorna's gleaming pussy. With a
|
|
horrified cry she pushed the dog away and leaped to her feet.
|
|
Susie's clothes, she babbled. She had forgotten all about them.
|
|
Susie started to get up but Lorna insisted on going herself. She
|
|
had to get away from Rover. She couldn't let herself give into
|
|
such horrible lusts.
|
|
|
|
When she returned a few minutes later, she found Susie
|
|
kneeling on the floor over Rover's body, with his long red cock
|
|
deep in her throat. Behind her, Ralph was plunging his re-
|
|
invigorated cock into the girl's asshole. While Lorna watched
|
|
jealously, the dog erupted in Susie's throat and the man exploded
|
|
in her ass. Susie happily swallowed everything they had to give
|
|
her.
|
|
|
|
Neither man nor dog was capable of more, but Lorna was
|
|
terribly excited again. She got on her knees and sucked her
|
|
husband's come from Susie's ass while the young girl cleaned the
|
|
man's cock and balls with her questing tongue. When Rover
|
|
began licking at his mistress's ass, she was too overcome with lust
|
|
to make him stop--or even to want him to stop. Later Susie
|
|
helped the dog mount a kneeling and trembling Lorna and fuck
|
|
her to a mighty climax while her husband fed his limp cock to her
|
|
voracious lips.
|
|
|
|
Finally it was time for Susie to go. Mrs. Reynolds could only
|
|
watch in limp exhaustion as Susie slipped into her sparkling clean
|
|
clothes. Susie kissed the husband and wife goodbye, hugged the
|
|
dog and headed out into the twilight, leaving the three of them on
|
|
the soiled and messy bed. The Reynolds family would never be
|
|
the same again.
|
|
|
|
She was very late. Her mother would be worried, then angry,
|
|
Susie knew. But she didn't mind. It had been a lovely walk home
|
|
from school. Even nicer than yesterday when she had met that
|
|
motorcycle gang. She bounced happily into the house.
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|
|
|
"Hi Mom! I'm home!"
|
|
|
|
"At last! Where on earth have you been? You know how I
|
|
worry when you're late. And you've missed supper."
|
|
|
|
"Oh, I just stopped to talk to some people. And I played with
|
|
the Reynolds' dog. Nothing special. Don't bother about supper,
|
|
I'm not really hungry. I had some hot-dogs to eat."
|
|
|
|
"Nothing special? You've been coming home later and later
|
|
the past few months. I don't know what's gotten into you lately."
|
|
|
|
Susie laughed and her father looked pained. She knew exactly
|
|
what had got into her and it had been great. But tomorrow was
|
|
another day. She could hardly wait.
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The End
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