The tingle of orgasm, that sweet rapture, that all-encompassing feeling, shook her whole being. She threw her arms out wide on the desk, pounded with her fists.
"Ah, yeahhhhh!" she shuddered. "Here it comes!"
He grabbed his cock and began beating the big stalk, holding one hand under her ass. They were caught in that fleeting moment of indescribable pleasure.
Suzy quickly slipped on her tight, shiny, red bloomers. She took a compact from her purse and fixed her face and her hair.
"Now you're gonna be in the window watchin' me, aren't you?"
"And do you want me to come back up here after the game so we can fuck?" she asked teasingly, a sassy smile spreading her pretty pink lips.
"Oh, yes indeed, Suzanne."
She walked to the door. Mr. Holiday got up. He went to her. He fell to his knees before her and lifted her little skirt. He rained hot, wet kisses all over her panties.
"Hey," she said.
"Just wanna be able to watch from the window and know I sucked and kissed your bloomers," he whispered.
"Oh, jeez, that's beautiful, Mister," Suzy said, looking down at his puckered lips as they glided all over her briefs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After the game Suzy was stopped by a photographer for the local newspaper, Mr. Holt. He had been taking pictures of the game.
"You model at Penny's at the Saturday morning Junior Miss Show, don't you?" he said.
"Yes." Suzy was proud of this achievement which had recently come to her, for it gave her a chance to make some money, wear the latest fashions, and of course show off a little.
She looked at the man who seemed to appreciate her fair beauty. He had dark-brown hair and a square, proud jaw. He was near six feet, thin, and well-tanned.
"Well, I'm doing a layout for a fashion magazine in New York, taking some photos, puffing together a feature for them, and I thought you might be interested in doing some modeling for it," Mr. Holt said. "Of course you'd be paid," he added quickly.
"Well, sure. I guess. I mean what…"
"I'll be doing junior fashions. I will have the clothes for you to model."
"How much do I get paid?" Suzy asked.
"A hundred dollars."
"Golly, sure. When?"
"Sometime in the next few days. If you'll give me your phone number, I'll call you with a date and time."
Suzy did this and parted excitedly from the photographer, happy about her new modeling career, which was something she was hoping she could go into when she left town and went to Kansas City.
She snuck into the school when no one was looking and climbed the stairs to Mr. Holiday's office, knocked, and went in.
"How didja like me the second half?" she asked.
"You were marvelous, Suzy." He was sitting in his chair behind his desk.
"I saw you in the window, too." She came over to him. "Why don't you take your slacks down?"
He quickly took his slacks and shorts down and let them fall around his ankles. His cock looked like a soft hunk of bologna between his legs. Suzy stood before him. She pulled her skirt up.
Mr. Holiday was pleased with her brazen behavior. She stood before him, an angel in blue and white, with her inverted pleats up in fluffy crinkles on her juicy teen hips. Her red panties were so snug at the crotch Mr. Holiday thought perhaps they might scrunch her pussy, but to his delight they were beautiful.
Suzy swayed in and out, to the right, then to the left, smiling salaciously, watching Mr. Holiday's face and his eyes, then looking down to see his cock begin its monumental rise.
"Bet you wanna see my ass, too." She sighed as if she were torn between giving him a look and not.
"Indeed I do, darling."
Suzy turned, still holding her skirt up and gave Mr. Holiday a good look at her prizewinning ass. The red bloomers looked as though they had been painted on, and sweet slices of her ass jiggled below the tight elastic band.
"And a most magnificent ass it is, my sweet Astarte," Mr. Holiday murmured.
"Astarte?" Suzy was quick to ask, flashing a glance over her shoulder, putting her hands on her knees, wobbling her ass around and around.
"The Phoenician Goddess of reproduction and fertility," Mr. Holiday informed her.
"Oh, sir, how you talk."
She turned back around and thumbed her bloomers, all the time watching how his prick got harder and harder until it towered like a mammoth hunk of lead.
Suzy left her bloomers around her knees, then unzipped the tiny skirt, undid the button in back, and let it fall to the floor in front of Mr. Holiday.
She tugged her pants down and gave him a shot at her sweet cunt. Then she took her bloomers off and proceeded to start a slow bump and grind as she moved in on him.
Suzy straddled over him like she had seen Miss Peterson do to Duane. His cock was so big she could stand up and it still reached her pussy, thumping, the head mashed against her cunt-muffin.
"Now, put it in me," she whispered.
Mr. Holiday fisted his cock and manipulated the cockhead into her mushy pussy.
"Ah, ooooohhhhh," came the long, sweet sigh from Suzy, feeling for the first time, a real live, hot, hard prick in her darling pussy.
He only shoved in the prick lip. She stood with her legs astraddle, over him, looking down into his passionate face, seeing the wrinkles of passion crinkle his manly forehead. She moved ever so slowly on his cock, screwing her school girl hips around and around on the immense prick.
She loved how it felt in her cunt, so warm and hard. She liked the hot friction of the cock and cunt. She fucked down on him, bending her knees slightly, letting him shove another inch of his huge prick into her juicing young cunt.
"Now we are fucking, aren't we?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes, my dear. Yes, darling. We are now fucking, and you are the one… you are fuckin' me," he babbled.
"Aren't you lucky," she said.
"Oh, I know I am," Mr. Holiday blurted. "You're so beautiful; you're so very fine. You are a dream, my sweet Suzanne."
She liked when he tossed platitudes at her like this. She stood astraddle him, her legs slightly bent at the knees, naked except for her red knee socks, her blue and white tennies, and, her tit bulging white sweater. She looked magnificent. Her ass appeared as though it had been carved and chiseled from fine ivory.
Mr. Holiday peered up into her pretty face, seeing the straight bangs on her forehead, and the part in the middle of her hair as it pulled back into the ponytail tied with the bright, red ribbon. Her oval face was flushed with desire. Her luscious pink lips glistened with electric excitement.
She moved her hips, undulated them backed forth, manipulating Mr. Holiday's big, horse prick so that it moved back and forth as a big hard rod between them, connecting them, making them one in love and passion.
He reached behind her, cupped her ass lovingly, clinched and pinched his fingers into the pliant ass cheeks, and fanned his hands all over the curvy ass. He slid his hand up her back and under her sweater unhooking her bra.
Suzy fucked slowly on him, her chin tucked in as she looked down and watched the sweet, hot fucking. Occasionally she'd look up and into Mr. Holiday's handsome, mature face.
Feeling her bra fall loose, she pulled her sweater up and over her head. She took the bra off. Her incredible teenaged tits sat high and proud, round and big. Mr. Holiday clutched them in his hands, massaged them and squeezed them gently.
Suzy absolutely loved the feel of his thick prick in her pussy. She rolled her ass around, and around, and around, fucking down on his bulging, big cock.
She managed to dip her knees a couple of inches and take another inch of his cock. Now she had at least four big inches in her little cunt.
Delicious tingles of pleasure shivered through her. She reached down and fisted the rest of Mr. Holiday's cock in her hand. She rotated her ass, screwing him like a champion.