Unknown - Susan after school

When the bell finally sounded 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 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 savor until she could find someone to poke his prick between her legs. That wouldn't take long, she knew; it ever did.