Unknown - Susan after school

"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 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 jizm that still oozed from its tip.

"Miss Susie, I…"

"No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was wonderful. You did me such a big favor. I hope it was as nice for you."

She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in bewildered admiration as she dressed.

As she started to pull on her panties, she had second thoughts. They would only get in the way, she said to herself. For a long time her mother had been surprised at how quickly Susie's panties seemed to disappear from the lingerie drawer. Whenever she could, Susie liked to go without them, and she didn't always remember to stuff them into her purse or pocket when she took them off. And often she liked to leave them behind as souvenirs. This she did now, draping them over Mr. Mascalla's lovely prick before she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back again soon to see this dear little old man with the big prick, but now she was looking for other adventures before she had to be home for supper.

Susie reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's variety store before he closed. Pop carried everything in his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Susie had an agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she needed them to appease her mother's curiosity. Pop had even ordered in a whole gross of Susie's brand of panties especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.

While a happy and satisfied Susie climbed the stairs from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.

"Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson."

"Marcella's gone off and just dropped everything. I almost killed myself on the damn thing. Have you seen him anywhere?"

"The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs."

"Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go along, Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a good night."

"Good night, Sir."

Susie easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Susie was worried.

She certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal who had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to handle him.

The vice-principal started down the stairs with the abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight of Susie.

"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"

"No Sir, Mr. Cummings."

"Oh, it's you, Miss 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 wanted to tease him a bit.

"I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry. I can't wait."

"Don't worry, you little cunt. You'll see it soon enough, and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want more?"

"I always want more, Mr. Cummings," said Susie sweetly and truthfully.

Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes, slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell.

"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.