I rubbed the cock head against the roof of my mouth and really made him squirm.
I was leaning over with my bare tits hanging out of my blouse and my head in his lap and his cock filling my mouth.
I was down low, under the dashboard, so that anybody approaching the car wouldn't be able to see me, or what I was doing.
Jeff slumped down in the seat, sinking into the cushions. I was getting to him. He held on to the steering wheel, and moaned.
I took his thing deep, over my tongue and into the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down on his lap like some kind of sucking machine.
Jeff must have closed his eyes and really gotten into being sucked.
I slurped at his cock. I bobbed my head up and down on it, and rubbed it with my tongue.
It got hotter and hotter. I worked on it for a couple of minutes, getting more and more into it, like I was in a trance.
As for Jeff – well, he was practically creaming in his jeans when he started kissing me, and now he was really climbing the walls.
I sucked him. I knew when he was going to come, from the way he moaned and the way his cock twitched on my tongue.
Then I took him deep in my mouth and held him there.
He came. My mouth wrapped around his stiff penis and sucked it dry.
Jeff was gasping and moaning. When he orgasmed, he went all stiff and rigid. He shook in the seat like he was being hit by an earthquake.
I swallowed down his come. It was thick and more refreshing than a milk shake.
Some of the other girls, like Ellen and Tina, don't like the taste of come, but me, I kind of like it.
I kept his thing in my mouth. He stopped shaking and shivered and slumped in the seat like a tire with all the air let out.
One part of him stayed stiff, though – can you guess what it was: I knew that you could. His cock was hard as a rock even after he came.
I was feeling tempted, wondering whether I should take down my panties and give up my pussy for a quick steamy fuck in the back seat.
I was still thinking that when I heard the scuff of footsteps on loose gravel, real near the car.
I thought that we were completely alone out in the lot, so I was taken by surprise when I heard the sound of somebody so near.
I jerked my head up in surprise.
Jeff's stiff cock slid out of my mouth and fell twitching on him. It was red and stiff and wet with my saliva.
Some come spilled on my chin when I pulled up so fast.
And who do you think that I saw? Uh-huh… assistant vice-principal Vickers.
He wasn't trying to catch us, or anything. He had been working late in his office, and he had just finished up for the day.
He had come out to the lot to get in his car, which was one of the few left, so he could drive home to the wife and kids.
It's hard to say who was more shocked – him, or me.
He took a good look at me, with my blouse open, my tits hanging out, and wetness on my mouth and chin.
He staggered back, like he'd been hit. Nerves twitched and his face crawled.
Strangely enough, he looked like the one who'd been caught. His face burned a bright hot red. So did mine, I'm sure.
He hurried to his car. Jeff was moaning, "Oh, shit, oh, shit!"
Mr. Vickers tried to open his car door, but he couldn't seem to find the right key. He was a clumsy butterfingers and dropped them.
He bent down and picked them up, and his baggy pants were pulled tight on his ass. He kept avoiding looking at us.
He got the right key finally and got in the car. His engine started up and he drove out of there and didn't turn on his lights until he was out of the lot.
Jeff was all paranoid. His thing stopped being thick and got all limp.
I told him to cool it. Mr. Vickers had been on my side of the car, and I had been in front of Jeff. He had seen me, but I doubted that he saw Jeff.
Jeff and I cleaned up and covered ourselves and got dressed and drove out of there, too. Jeff drove me home.
When I saw Beverly that night, I told her what had happened.
She wasn't mad that I was doing some sucking on the side. No high school guy like Jeff could ever swing the price of a sex session for pay with one of us girls.
We were teens who sold it exclusively to adults, preferably mature married men with a profession, financially secure, well mannered.
And there were a couple of couples we did scenes with…
Anyway, Beverly said that she would think of something. She had an out call scheduled for me, so she drove me there in her car and stayed with me.
After I turned the trick, and she was taking me home, she told me her plan.
It sounded really neat. She seemed sure that it would work. Even if it didn't, she would be able to get me out of a jam.
Mr. Vickers had a yen for her, and he would do her any favor that he could.
When I went home, I was scared that maybe Mr. Vickers had done something really fucked up like calling my folks and telling them what he saw me doing.
But he hadn't, thank God. Even so, I didn't sleep much that night.
The next morning, I dressed in that tight blouse and short little skirt and went to Mr. Vickers' office even before going to home room.
I got there early, twenty minutes before school started. I knew he was there when I saw his car parked in the high school lot.
I sure wasn't likely to forget that car!
I went to his office, walked right in, closing the door behind me, saying that I had something very important to discuss with him.
He tried to shoo me out, telling me that he didn't see anything.
But by this time I was pretty sexed-up just from thinking about what I was going to do – it would be a wild new kick!
So far, Beverly sold our bodies to strangers, not to people we knew, although lately we had been seeing more of the bigshots from our home town.
But we had never done anything with people from the school, except for the girls that were recruited.
Running a scene on Mr. Vickers would be a real new trip.
The rest you know, up to then – how I pulled down the blinds and locked the door and stripped right in front of him.
I touched his forehead. It was wet with sweat. I caressed it.
"You remind me of my daddy," I said. "I really love him! But he knows just what to do with me when I've been a bad girl."
"Do you know what he does, Mr. Vickers, when I've been bad? Well, sir, he just takes me over his lap and lifts my skirt and takes down my panties, and then he spanks me on the bare bottom until I cry like a baby!"
Then I stretched out across his lap. My bush rustled against his baggy pants. I lay face down, with my tits pressing his thigh.
I squirmed on his lap, rubbing my hips against his crotch. He was shaking. His penis jerked and I felt it moving under me.
I lifted my head to look at him. He was dazed and squirming.
"Will you be my daddy, Mr. Vickers; I'll be a good girl for you – unless – unless you want me to be naughty?"
I took his hand and put it on my rear. It was sweating – his hand, I mean, not my rear. My ass cheeks were soft and smooth.
I spread my thighs, opening them. I pushed his hand down between them.
"Maybe you want me to be a real bad girl, just for you, Mr. Vickers. My pussy is really wet – won't you feel it?"
I closed my thighs, pressing his hand, pressing it against my pussy. I squeezed his hand with my thighs before letting it go.
I sat up, then pressed against him. I sat on his lap, straddling him, sitting with my spread legs resting on the tops of his thighs.
I held my hands behind his neck for balance. My tits were bobbing and jiggling right in his face.
"Don't tell me that you don't want me, Mr. Vickers."
"Debbie Sue – this is crazy – you're just a girl, and I'm a grown man…"