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After School (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo)
by: Unknown
When the bell finally sounded 11 year old Susie Merton sighed with
relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it
had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch
during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat
all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her
history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his
blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had
him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always
looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye
turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush
and turn quickly away.
The other students filed out quickly. Susie lingered
and approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.
"Mr. Thompson, I have this problem."
"Yes, Miss Merton. What is it?"
His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was
coming. It was the same every Wednesday. The young girl
set her textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on
the side opposite the classroom door.
"It's this. I just can't get it into my head," Susie
said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the
teacher's crotch. Fred Thompson gasped but did not move
away. She was happy to feel that his prick was already
half-erect, and jerking under her hand. The classroom was
empty though the door was still open, but Mr. Thompson's
back was turned towards the hallway and Susie was almost
completely hidden from any passers-by.
She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing
it warmly through his impeccable flannels.
"It's just so hard to swallow something like this," she
whispered, giving it an extra squeeze. It was a lie. In
fact Susie loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and
had been enthusiastically doing so since the second week of
school. Mr. Thompson's prick seemed just made for sucking,
unlike those of some of her other teachers. It was not too
big, but it had a large round knob on the end that fit right
into Susie's mouth like a ripe, juicy plum.
Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into
his fly. Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on
Wednesdays, though he hadn't at first. Susie remembered how
much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to
extricate his half-swollen cock from his pants. But this
time it popped out easily, as if eager for what was to come.
More eager than its owner it seemed. Mr. Thompson gulped
noisily.
"Uh . . . Uh , the door, Miss Merton. Shouldn't we . . . ?
Susie usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today
she couldn't wait to taste his prick, and she liked the
excitement of knowing that they might be discovered at any
time.
Greedily she spread her lips over the the red knob of
his now completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar
affection. Then she began to lick at it avidly. The
teacher instinctively pushed forward with his hips and that
big round morsel slipped easily between Susie's welcoming
lips. He gripped her head and began to push it in and out
of her mouth, but timidly, with short hesitant strokes,
while Susie sucked vigorously.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his
cock planted deep in Susie's mouth.
"Please, Miss Merton . . . Susan! Oh God! Someone's
coming. Stop it, please. We can't. Not here."
Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away
from his crotch, but Susie would have none of it. She bit
down with her teeth--not hard enough to hurt him but firmly
enough to remind him that she could if she wanted. With her
teeth pressed firmly against the flesh of his trembling
shaft, it was impossible for him to pull its swollen knob
through them. Susie was not going to give up her lollipop
no matter who was coming.
The footsteps paused at the doorway. A cheery female
voice called out:
"Good night, Fred. Working late?"
It was Miss Renwick, the principal's secretary. Susie knew
that she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson. All the girls
whispered about it in the washroom.
Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his
shoulder. His body was held in position by Susie's
tenacious mouth on his cock.
"Uh, oh, yes. Miss . . . uh . . Renwick. Some things I
have to finish up."
"You're too dedicated, Fred. You should relax and have
some fun sometime too."
Susie began to move her head slightly, rubbing her
tongue over the round head of Fred Thompson's cock, still
careful not to let him pull out. She was very excited.
While she had often been watched while she sucked or fucked,
this was different because it was secret. She could just
imagine the furor that would ensue if they were discovered.
Mr. Thompson must have been imagining the same thing, for
his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her mouth. Susie
was determined to remedy that situation and she went to work
with her tongue. Seeing that Fred Thompson, for some
strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her,
Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and puzzled.
As soon as she had gone Susie began sucking in earnest
on her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by
their close call that he hardly moved. But Susie didn't
mind that. She was quite willing to do all the work when it
came to sex, for it seemed to her impossible that the other
person or persons could be experiencing even a tiny fraction
of the indescribable pleasure she drew from her sexual acts.
She was even grateful that men like Mr. Thompson let her
suck on their cocks almost whenever she wanted. So, in
taking her pleasure, she tried to give them as much in
return as she could, even though she knew it could not
possibly match hers.
Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the
teacher's hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as
she plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft. The huge
knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more
than men with much larger cocks did. Susie could hardly
wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into
her belly.
"Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Susan, Ooooh! this is
madness! Anyone could come!"
Especially us, thought Susie to herself as with a final
burst of suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous
climax. He moaned and clutched her head, pulling her
against him, finally giving way to his passion as his come
poured into her mouth. Susie held his spurting cock
prisoner within the velvet trap of her mouth and gulped down
every drop of that wonderful liquid. She continued sucking
gently even after it was all gone, feeling his once proud
prick shrink between her lips. Finally she let the limp
organ slip out of her mouth. Mr. Thompson quickly stuffed
it back into his pants.
"Susan, this is mad! Why are you tormenting me like
this? It can't go on this way. Not here, in the school.
Why won't you come home with me instead. Louise Renwick
almost caught us there. You should have at least waited for
me to close the door. It would have been the end. My job.
My career."
"Your cock!" Susie replied, laughing and licking her
lips. "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Wednesday
afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick. Then I
just have to have it right away. Besides, maybe Miss
Renwick wouldn't have been as shocked as you think. She
might even have wanted to be in my place."
But Fred Thompson wasn't listening. The pressure in his
balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from
the school quickly before someone asked him what he was
doing in an empty classroom after hours with a nubile young
junior-high student. He grabbed his books and rushed for
the safety of the teachers' room, telling himself that he
must put a stop to it, but knowing that he would be there
again after school next Wednesday. It was madness but he
couldn't resist what little Susie and her talented mouth
could do for him.
Susie watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement.
It was always like this, but she didn't feel offended. She
had got what she wanted from him. Her pussy still itched
but she had the delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to
savour until she could find someone to poke his prick
between her legs. That wouldn't take long, she knew; it
never did.
Licking her lips one last time, Susie gathered up her
books and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into
the janitor who was sweeping the floor with a push broom.
He was a small, elderly man, little more than half the
height of the broom. Vito Mascalla was his name. He hardly
spoke English, but three of his children were attending
university. He was a quiet little man, grey-haired and
gentle, and Susie liked him very much. She often stopped to
chat with him about his family. He frowned on seeing a
student there so late; it usually meant some prank was going
to be played. But when he recognized Susie his face
brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.
"Oh Miss Susie. Hello. You are good?"
Very good! thought Susie, though some people might call
it bad.
"Hi, Mr. Mascalla. How's everything? Come stai?"
"Bene, bene, grazie. I mean very good. My son Rico, he
just get marry."
"I know. You told me. Last week, wasn't it? Did he go
away on a honeymoon?"
"Away? Yes, to Italy. To my village. But I got
pictures of wedding. You like to see, Miss Susie?"
"I'd love to Mr. Mascalla."
"They just downstairs. You come. I show."
He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs.
Susie followed, a bit reluctantly. She had hoped that he
would have the pictures with him. Now it would be a little
longer before she could find someone to scratch the itch in
her pussy. But she was really pleased to see the little old
man so happy and she wanted to share his joy with him.
As she followed the janitor down the two flights of
stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Susie found herself
suddenly thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different
terms than before. She thought of his three sons and four
daughters; she remembered that his wife had died last year.
He had fathered at least seven children. Now he was alone.
He had a cock. Susie suddenly decided that she wanted it.
It surprised her that she hadn't thought of having him fuck
her already. There were very few men in the school that she
had missed, but she was sure this oversight would soon be
remedied.
They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor
had fitted up as an "office". Innumerable pictures of his
family filled the wall over the bare and rickety table that
served as a desk. Beside it was a heap of plastic garbage
bags stuffed with some of the waste paper generated by a
school.
The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and
handed it to Susie. As she leafed through it, uttering the
appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already
well-thumbed. Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.
"She is very beautiful, your son's wife. He is very
lucky. And your son is very handsome too. But you look
best of all in your new suit, Mr. Mascalla."
"Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss
Susie?"
"I can see that you were't comfortable in it. It was
too tight here, wasn't it?"
To the old man's shock and amazement, Susie--that sweet
little girl--reached out and pressed her hand over his
crotch. He tried to jump back but he was caught in front of
the desk and couldn't escape her determined hand. She
maintained the pressure, moving her fingers down until she
cupped his balls. He could hardly speak.
"Miss Susie! What you do? No! No! Not nice. Don't,
please."
"Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla. Your prick. I can
feel that it's very nice. You made all your children with
it, and now your son is using his and putting it inside his
wife to make grandchildren for you. Wouldn't you like to
put it in me, too, like you used to put it in your wife,
like your son is doing right now with his new wife? I'd
like it very much, Mr. Mascalla. Won't you do it just for
me?"
She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all
over the bulge of flesh at his crotch. The poor old man was
frightened to death. Susie released her hold on his prick
and quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She wore
no bra. Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled
out of it, making her round, young titties bounce. Only her
tiny pink bikini panties remained. In a few seconds they
were on the floor on top of the skirt.
The janitor was incredulous. Never would he have
believed it. He didn't even believe it now; it couldn't be
happening. This must all be some strange joke or dream.
Such a beautiful and sweet little girl, naked in front of
him. And she had touched his cazzo, like a putana, a whore,
but she wasn't one. She was the nicest person in the school.
His confused mind couldn't reconcile these two opposites.
"Here, Mr. Mascalla, don't these feel nice. They're
only small now, but soon they'll be bigger and you can feel
them then too. Your hands feel so good on me."
She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them
against her titties. They were not at all small, and for a
thirteen-year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy.
His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her
erecting nipples. Susie took advantage of the old man's
shock to reach down and undo his belt with her skilled and
practiced fingers. Doing so pushed her titties harder
against his palms. She was pleased to feel some resistance.
He was pushing back, at least a little.
In a few seconds the old man's trousers fell to the
floor. A moment later Susie was pushing his underwear down
his thighs. His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the
young girl was delighted to see it. It was huge. Almost as
fat as his arm, maybe even thicker, even though it was still
soft. It looked so strange hanging from such a small man.
"Oh, Mr. Mascalla! It's lovely! You have such a
beautiful prick. No wonder you have such fine children.
Oh, if only I'd known I would have done this long ago. Why
didn't you tell me? Oh, if only you knew how much I love
cocks like yours!"
She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little
man, took his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking
kiss right on its head.
"Oh no! Oh Miss Susie. Don't, please! No. Not good.
Not right. Is a sin."
Never had anything like this ever happened to him. It
was unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a
cazzo. Only putanas did that. He couldn't let this little
girl do such an awful thing, even if it did send a surge of
excitement through his frail body. But Susie paid him no
attention. She wrapped her young lips around his swelling
cock-head and, under her expert oral ministrations, his
enormous organ slowly began to swell even larger. She
paused from time to time to whisper her admiration and to
talk about the children he had made with it. That seemed to
stimulate something deep inside him, for she felt his cock
jerk and throb each time she spoke, and it was always a
little harder and a little bigger when she took it back in
her mouth again.
Susie couldn't wait any longer. The itch in her pussy
was turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have
this wonderful prick inside her. With her hands tightly
locked around the shaft of the janitor's now almost gigantic
cock, she pulled him with her as she moved backwards towards
the piles of garbage bags.
"Come here! Please, Mr. Mascalla. Put your big cock in
me like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is
doing to his wife now. I want you to do it so much, Mr.
Mascalla. Please give me your cock."
She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling
his frail body with her. His pants were still around his
ankles and he tripped and fell on top of her. Susie groaned
as his giant club slammed against her belly while his face
landed on the tender mass of her titties. She quickly
reached down with one hand to position his great tool where
it would do the most good for her, while her other arm
wrapped around his neck, pressing his face into her breast.
When his cockhead was positioned at the mouth of her hungry
pussy, it seemed to sink right in, slowly and naturally,
with no effort on his part. In a moment Susie felt it
buried deep within her and she sighed in glorious
contentment. She hadn't had a cock in her pussy since her
Chemistry teacher had fucked her in the lab store-room at
lunch time. She lifted her legs and pulled the janitor's
long cock even further into her, squeezing his throbbing
shaft with her caressing cunt muscles. Then she whispered
in his ear.
"Love me now, Mr. Mascalla. Love me with your prick.
Fuck me with your big cock!"
Something inside the little man's mind snapped, some
bond of restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young
peasant who had wooed and won the prettiest girl in his
village. With a groan of anguished pleasure he pulled back
and began to drive his great pole into into Susie's
welcoming cunt, sinking right to the balls each time. His
energy and strength amazed the young girl, and she exploded
into climax after climax as he pounded his prick into her.
He was muttering in Italian as his giant cock spoke to her
happy pussy in the international language of fucking.
Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her
and began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep,
so deep that she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson's
juices still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then
the old man collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing
into her sweaty titties. Susie held him gently until his
breathing calmed, murmuring her appreciation in his ear.
"Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock
filled me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I
just want to do it over and over again with you. I hope
you'll let me, Mr. Mascalla."
The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Susie gently
rolled him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick
his shrinking cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and
greedily sucking up the last few drops of gism that still
oozed from its tip.
"Miss Susie, I . . ."
"No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was
wonderful. You did me such a big favour. I hope it was as
nice for you."
She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim
light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in
bewildered admiration as she dressed.
As she started to pull on her panties, she had second
thoughts. They would only get in the way, she said to
herself. For a long time her mother had been surprised at
how quickly Susie's panties seemed to disappear from the
lingerie drawer. Whenever she could, Susie liked to go
without them, and she didn't always remember to stuff them
into her purse or pocket when she took them off. And often
she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs. This she did
now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla's lovely prick before
she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back
again soon to see this dear little old man with the big
prick, but now she was looking for other adventures before
she had to be home for supper.
Susie reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's
variety store before he closed. Pop carried everything in
his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Susie had an
agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she
needed them to appease her mother's curiosity. Pop had even
ordered in a whole gross of Susie's brand of panties
especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.
While a happy and satisfied Susie climbed the stairs
from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.
"Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson.
Marcella's gone off and just dropped everything. I almost
killed myself on the damn thing. Have you seen him
anywhere?"
"The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs."
"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my
mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the
Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go
along, Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for
him. Have a good night."
"Good night, sir."
Susie easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson
and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Susie was worried.
She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor
half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want
anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had
just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal
who had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to
handle him.
The vice-principal started down the stairs with the
abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught
sight of Susie.
"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"
"No sir, Mr. Cummings."
"Oh, it's you, Miss Merton. I didn't recognize you."
His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over
his shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.
"Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's
about last week."
George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered
last week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking
himself for having been so indiscreet, or relishing the
memory of what had happened in his office. Susie had come
to see him for some reason he couldn't remember and
somehow--he still wasn't sure exactly how it had happened--
he had soon found himself with his cock inside the young
girl, screwing her on his desk. Though often tempted, it
was the first time he had ever succumbed to the
seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was
constantly surrounded.
But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as
Susie. He had never seen anything like her combination of
girlish innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really
worried. What did she have to say to him? She couldn't be
pregnant; it was much too early to know that. Maybe she had
told her parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to
keep quiet about it. You never could tell with these little
bitches. But, oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at
the thought. He stood still with countless nameless fears
running through his head, and a current of sexual energy
through his body.
Susie continued up the stairs until she was standing
just a few steps below him. Her face was right at his
crotch level. For the third time in little more than half
an hour she reached out and squeezed a man's prick through
his pants.
"I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again."
Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His
cock stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at
discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try
to blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his
colleagues. At the same time he looked around nervously,
afraid that someone might see or hear. Susie squeezed again
at the stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had
felt in her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just
like a broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was
holding, trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned
abruptly, still holding onto the broom.
"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my
office!"
Susie contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything
had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the time
being and she was going to get fucked again.
As soon as they were behind his office door, the vice-
principal set the broom down and tried to embrace her.
Susie squirmed away. She didn't even like the man--he was
the school disciplinarian--so she was certainly not going to
kiss him; but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss
it. Besides, she weanted to tease him a bit.
"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss
it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr.
Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait."
"Don't worry, you little cunt. You'll see it soon enough,
and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want
more?"
"I always want more, Mr. Cummings," said Susie sweetly
and truthfully.
Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes,
slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his
trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell
again. While she watched him struggle, Susie sat calmly in
his chair, behind the desk where he had screwed her the week
before. She threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving
him a perfect view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen
from Mr. Mascalla's fucking. The sight made it even more
difficult for him.
"Shit! You're really going to get it, you little
bitch!"
Idly, almost casually, Susie reached out and grabbed the
broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when
they came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the
process, until it lay in front of her. Then slowly,
deliberately, she pulled the end of the handle to her
gleaming slit, rubbing it up and down until it to shone with
her juices, then pushing it inch by inch into her bottomless
pussy.
"Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your
cock in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock
is even harder than this. I just know I'll love it."
Cummmings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this
fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself
with a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny,
fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an
incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be
coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally
stripped off his pants.
Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff
prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as
long and thin as Susie had remembered, and the sight of her
fucking her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought
him to a state of excitement he hadn't known for years.
"Come here, Sir. Let me taste it."
"Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. here! Suck
ity! Suck my cock!"
Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding
the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to
stop fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom
handle, straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both
of Susie's hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she
just smiled and pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair
and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock towards her
mouth. Susie eagerly opened her lips to suck it in, licking
and caressing it with her tongue until she was sure it was
as hard as could be, almost as hard as the broom handle.
Then she let go of the broom and reached up to grab at the
vice-principal's hips and pull his prick even further into
her throat. The broom-stick hung there between her thighs,
still caught up in her tight cunt, until the forces of
gravity and her clenching muscles pushed it out of her and
it clattered to the floor. As it fell Susie suddenly pulled
back her head from his engorged prong.
"Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck
my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard."
"O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there
where I can get at it."
Susie quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge
of the big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the
wildly aroused vice-principal. In a moment he was doing
just what she asked for, sinking his long pole deep into her
pussy, still slippery and quivering from the effects of the
broom and the copious juices the little janitor had
deposited there. But it was not exactly what she wanted.
"No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place. I want
to feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum,
please!"
"Fuck!" cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock
buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny openeing of
her asshole just above it. He didn't believe it. This
little cunt wanted him to screw her in the ass. He had
never done such a thing, though he had often imagined it as
he watched the young students in their tight jeans; and he
had once tried it with his wife but it had hurt both of them
too much. But Susie! Susie's delicious ass! The very idea
made his cock jump deep inside her cunt. It would tear her
apart. Feeling his cock throb with renewed excitement Susie
began to fear that he might come in her pussy before she got
what she wanted.
"Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, fuck my ass!"
"Damn fucking right, I'll fuck your ass, you little
cock-teaser. And you won't be able to sit down for a
month!"
The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to
take forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It
took a real effort of will on his part to pull it that last
couple of inches so that it popped out into the air again.
Even Susie moaned in involuntary distress. But her moans
turned to sighs of contentment as she felt him awkwardly
placing the head of his cock at the wrinkled brown entrance
to her intestines. He couldn't believe it would go in
there, it seemed so tiny and tight, but something was
driving him to try.
"Oh my yes! That's it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!"
"Fuck!" he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not
caring what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone
with lust to consider the consequences. His cock-head
pressed painfully against her tight little opening, sliding
away along the sweaty crack. "How do you like that, you
little bitch?"
"Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push
hard, Sir. Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!"
Something inside him wanted to punish this little girl
for putting him in this position. Something else in him
just wanted to bury his cock as far into her ass as it would
go. He held his shaft in position and shoved forward,
feeling the knob of his cock flatten painfully against the
tiny opening. But Susie squirmed her ass and pushed back at
the same time with such force that before he quite knew what
had happened, his long cock was sunk half-way into her ass
and he could feel the tight hot sheath squeezing down on
him.
He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he
pulled back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help
him thrust. In a few seconds he was completely buried in
her, the firm round cheeks of her ass pressed against his
belly. Frantically he pulled his shirt aside so he could
feel her flesh on his. Then he began sawing in and out of
her with great, driving strokes, overwhelmed by the
tightness and the heat and the strength with which Susie
clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the
very idea of what he was doing.
Susie squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of
that long rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her
ass muscles, gasping in delight as he drove into her over
and over again. It was so good. It was always so good when
she had a cock in her, no matter where. She came with a
series of small explosions that made her asshole clutch
convulsively at the cock that filled it. Cummings was so
incredibly excited, and Susie's ass was much too tight, for
him to last long, and in less than two minutes he collapsed
panting onto her back. His weight pressed her titties
cruelly against his desk as his cock throbbed and squirted
its load deep into her bowels. Susie moaned and came again
as she felt him shoot, then she gently squeezed his
shrinking cock in gratitude.
When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings
looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk,
at the round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained
and streaked cock. He couldn't believe it; it couldn't have
happened. But he was even more shocked and incredulous when
the young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him,
reaching out for his now limp prick. Then she fell to her
knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock.
"Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so
good. Your cock fit so nice in my behind. But it got all
dirty there, so I'm going to clean it off."
"Shit, girl! You can't! What the fuck? It's . . .
that's filthy!"
"I know. That's why I like it so much!"
And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion
at the thought, he could not resist. Susie licked avidly at
his cock, searching out every speck of flavour, 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.
Chapter 2
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."
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.
"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. But you're free to leave if you want."
"Oh no!" exclaimed the smaller one. "We'll stay. We'll
stay."
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 manoeuvered the man into the back room and just as
quickly manoeuvered 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.
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."
"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 paralysed. 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:
Christ! She is naked! I don't believe it!"
"See? I told you. No panties," laughed Susie,
suddebnly 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 hands back onto her naked ass. She slowed to make
it easier for them.
"Oh, that's so nice. But I guess I'll have to get all
undressed if I'm going to try the panties on, won't I Pop?"
"Yes, indeed, Susie. How else could we see if they fit?
But these two gentlemen will help you, won't you boys? Help
Susie get undressed?"
Suddenly Mr. Messner--Susie had begun to think of the
two salesmen as the cigar man and the lollipop man--grabbed
at the hem of her skirt and tried to pull it down.
"Oh, golly yes! Here, let me help!"
"You have to undo the zipper first, Mr. Messner. Mr
Harrison, could you help me with my T-shirt please?"
While the lollipop man awakwardly tried to tug her skirt
down over her hips, the cigar man let go of her ass and
started to pull up her T-shirt. Susie held her hands in the
air, but Harrison stopped pulling as soon as her T-shirt was
covering her face. He was so fascinated by her young, but
full-fleshed titties and their quivering nipples that he
couldn't resist touching them, palming them. Meanwhile
Messner had finally got her skirt down around her ankles and
he was kneeling in front of her stroking her sparse but
silken pussy hair. Susie sighed happily, thrust her breasts
out against the cigar man's rough fingers, and began to jerk
her hips in response to the lollipop man's caresses. Pop
was opening a package, and suddenly spoke up.
"Here we are. These should fit. We'll just slip them
on as soon as you finish undressing her."
Harrison quickly let go of Susie's titties and finished
pulling the T-shirt over her head, wanting to get his hands
back on to her as soon as possible.
"Christ, MacIntosh! Hurry it up. This is getting
interesting. God! What a pair of tits for a kid!"
But Pop MacIntosh was in no hurry; he knew how it all
would end and he enjoyed watching these men's discomfort.
He held up a tiny pair of pink bikini panties, just a
fragile wisp of cloth. In fact they were identical to the
ones Susie had left with Mr. Mascalla because they had come
out of the same box just the day before. While the two
salesmen watched impatiently Pop helped Susie step into them
and pulled them up for her, letting his stubby hands slide
appreciatively over her body as he did so.
Susie's experienced eye could see movement beneath all
the men's slacks. It was a good thing her inner itches had
been so well scratched before she left school or she would
have quickly lost patience with this game. But she knew
that Pop enjoyed it, and she knew that she would not have
long to wait before the game turned serious--and she was
sure she would be the winner. So she relaxed and enjoyed
the rough and awkward but familiar caresses Pop bestowed on
her.
The panties stretched and moulded themselves to her
delicious roundness. The material cupped the slight swell
of her Venus mound so closely that the quivering pussy lips
could be clearly seen beneath the almost transparent cloth;
it stretched over the curves of her ass like a second skin.
As she turned in front of the admiring and lusting men, the
bell over the front door tinkled its unwelcome message. Pop
had to go to look after his customer, leaving Susie alone
with the two very horny salesmen who were having a very hard
time keeping their hands to themselves after the liberties
they had been allowed earlier.
"I don't think that these will do. They're much too
big."
"Too big?" the lollipop man asked incredulously, his
eyes almost bulging out of his head.
"Yes, much too big. Why I bet you could get your hand
right inside here at the front." She guided his trembling
hand into position right over her pussy. "There! Didn't I
tell you? You can even move your fingers around. And you,
Mr. Harrison, I bet you could get your hands inside, too,
here at the back. See! You can move it around too. Ohhh
yes! Move them like that! It's so nice."
Susie was right. It was entirely possible for both men
to get their hands in her pants. They were pressed close
against her. Once she had pushed their hands under the
waistband of her panties they were ready to take it from
there.
"Oh my goodness," cried Mr. Messner as his fingers
slipped between her pussy lips and were almost sucked into
her cunt. "My God! What an ass!" grunted Mr. Harrison as
he probed at her ass crack. The material of the panties
stretched incredibly but it did not break; that was why
Susie liked them so much. The lollipop man suddenly bent
down and took one of her hard little nipples in his mouth as
his finger moved in her pussy; the cigar man's hand soon
grabbed hold of the other breast and squeezed it. Susie
sighed in delight, but it was not nearly enough for her.
"Oh yes, oh my yes! Oh thank you for helping me with my
panties. But they won't do will they. I'll have to take
them off until Pop can find me another pair."
"Yes! Take them off. I'll do it!" cried Mr. Messner,
pushing at the offending piece of cloth.
She stepped out of the panties but the men's hands
remained on her. Mr. Messner's fingers were now digging
furiously into her cunt while Mr. Harrison was beginning to
probe at her tiny asshole. Susie reached out to either side
of her, found the male organs she was searching for, and
squeezed.
"Oh my! Is this your cigar, Mr. Harrison? And I bet
this is 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."
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 practised hands lowered
the men's zippers and managed to extricate their half-hard
cocks.
"Oh, how lovely! What a big cigar! And what a
delicious looking lollipop! I just have to taste it!"
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.
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.
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.
"You've started without me! That's not fair! But isn't
Susie a lovely little girl?"
"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-
practised 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
salesmaen 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, spiralling 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 ploughing 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,
savouring the strong taste and pungent odour 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 her for a long, long time.
Sometimes one would stop for a while to catch his breath,
but there was always at least one stiff prick pounding into
her. As she exploded into orgasm after orgasm, Susie
writhed on Pop MacIntosh's impaling pole, making it move
deliciously in her asshole and making the old man clutch
fiercely at her titties. Susie lost all sense of time and
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