"You are a dream fuck," he gulped. "Oh, yeah?" Suzy smiled. "Uh-huh. You are every man's dream, Suzy."
"Then you really are lucky," she said. "Oh, yes. Oh, Suzy, the way you're fuckin' me! Oh, pretty baby doll."
"You like, huh?"
"I love it!" he huffed, and began a slow humping motion off the chair, pushing ever so gently in and out, up and into her squishy pussy.
His hands played with her tits, then they slid down around her hips and once again he cupped her magic ass. Suzy fucked a bit faster now. Their eyes met. Passion and fire.
"You sweet sonofabitch!" he blurted. "Ooooooh, you talk naughty, sir."
"You adorable, lovable cock-fucker," he whispered. "You Goddess bitch!"
"Jeez," Suzy murmured. She loved it when he talked like this. It made her hot, and sent pangs of passion through her belly.
Suzy rotated her hips, continually fucking the teacher as she stood astraddle of him.
"Whew, you sweet, cock-fuckin' cheerleader. You hot, beautiful cunt."
"Yeah, well you're a naughty cunt-fucker, sir," Suzy said salaciously. "You know you shouldn't have that big prick of yours up in my cunt like that."
"Oh, but I should. My cock should be in your cunt all the time, forever. We should fuck forever."
"Oh, huh, yeah. Oh, yeah – forever."
"You dirty little bitch," he panted.
"You nasty old man," she answered.
"You hot cock-fucker."
"You dirty girl-fucker," she retorted, and now her ass was swirling in swift strokes, and then she began humping in and out, fucking down on Mr. Holiday's hard cock.
She stuck out her hands, clasping them to his shoulders for balance. Her legs were spread wide, and her feet were fiat on the floor, her knees bent. She was fucking him beautifully.
Faster now, she picked up the beat. She felt his cock expand inside her pussy. She fucked faster. She knew he was going to cum. She could see the pleasure on his face, and the anticipation.
A ripple of climax began within Suzy. She could feel it spread. Then she felt the spray of cream as Mr. Holiday blasted out his wad. The hot gush filled her with a warm glow. She shook and shuddered into a fabulous climax.
"I'm fuckin' it off!" he cried. "I'm cumming!"
"I know. I know." Suzy's voice trailed off, then her body stiffened. Mr. Holiday fucked up off the chair, shoving his cock in and out of her spritzing cunt.
"Ah! Whoof! Ohhhh!" Suzy exclaimed, as she came.
"Suzy, darlin'!" Mr. Holiday yelped.
"Ah, uhhhhhh," Suzy babbled. "You're shootin' off in my… in my… ah, uhhhhhh!"
"In your pussy!" he called, fucking his last bit of cream into her.
"Yeah, my pussy," Suzy whimpered.
"I love you, Suzanne," Mr. Holiday whispered, looking into her beautiful face.
She was climaxing, and her face was filled with the pleasure.
"I'm glad," she managed to choke out, then fell over on top of him, his squirting cock slapping up against her belly.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and as their mouths opened, as their tongues fucked and slapped at each other's, Suzy muffed out sweet words to her teacher. "I love you, too, Mr. Holiday."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The evening after the football game, the phone rang at Suzy's house. She answered it and spoke with Mr. Holt about the modeling session.
He asked for her sizes, said he'd supply the clothes, then gave her his address. "I have a studio here in my home, and we can do the shoot here."
Suzy wrote down the directions and made an appointment to appear the following night at seven.
She hung up and her mother asked, "Who was that?"
"A friend."
"I don't want no boys callin' you up," her mother said, passing her in the hall, a bottle of vodka tucked under her arm. She wore a pink robe. Her hair was in big metal rollers.
"No boys are callin' me up, Mother," Suzy said.
"Well, better not, and don't go talkin' to your girlfriends and tyin' up the line."
"Why don't you just quit bitchin' at me!" Suzy shouted. "That's all you do is bitch about me!"
"You better do like I say. I don't want you runnin' around whorin' with boys."
"Oh, jeez!" Suzy said, exasperatedly.
"What? What did you say? Did you use the Lord's name in vain?"
"No."
"Well, you're grounded. You'll stay in your room from the time school's out every night for a week. No movies, nothing."
"Oh, fuck off!" Suzy blurted, wheeled on her heels, and ran to her room.
The next day Suzy killed time after school by hanging out at the mall. She had on tight jeans and a skimpy red sweater. The jeans were bulging with her young, buxom figure. She had her familiar ponytail, and she wore a sweet pair of little red heels with tiny two-inch lifts.
She figured she'd stay away from home and her mother's strict order, just kill time, then go to Mr. Holt's far the modeling session. She was excited about the latter, being paid a hundred dollars to do fashion modeling and posing.
She ran into Bethany Sizemore, who was a cheerleader with her at Jefferson. Bethany was a real beauty. She had beautiful breasts, and her tight waist, her plush young hips, and her ass were as if she had been created to be worshipped.
Anyone could see she was beautiful. The shape of her face was square, her lips thick, her eyes dark-brown, and her hair short.
There was no doubt that she would soon rival Suzy for the title of prettiest girl at Jefferson.
"Hi," Bethany said to Suzy.
Bethany had on a pair of extremely tight blue shorts, and they rode high on her amazing young ass. She had on a white jersey top and tennis shoes with white socks.
"What'cha doin' here, Bethany?" Suzy asked.
"Just walkin' around showin' off. I love to turn on all the older men." She had a sparkle in her eye. "It's a little game I play."
"Sounds like fun," Suzy said.
"It is. There's a guy sitting down on one of the benches, see – down there towards the end." Bethany pointed to a man. "The one who looks like he's about forty, with brown hair and jeans?"
"Yeah, I see him," Suzy said.
"He's really been eyeing my ass," Bethany said.
Suzy felt good that there was another girl who liked to show off, who exposed her body and didn't mind letting men see what she had.
"I'll bet he has," Suzy said.
"He'd like yours, too," Bethany said. "Let's walk by him, then turn and see if he's lookin', okay?"
Suzy arced to this and the lovely young girls walked down the walkway at the mall. They walked past the man. They both turned, looked over their shoulders, and found him gawking at their school girl asses.
Suzy smiled at the man.
"See," Bethany said, "he's really checking out our asses, huh?"
"Yeah, he is."
Then the girls went to the Pizza Heaven and split a cheese and hamburger pizza.
"I never get along with those other girls at school. They're so prudish," Bethany said. "I know," Suzy agreed.
"I think we'd get along fine," Bethany said. "We're both real good lookin'," Suzy added. "We could probably rule the world." Bethany smiled.
Suzy took a bite of a piece of pizza, smacked the gooey stuff on her lips, bit down, and swallowed. "You ever been fucked, Bethany?"
"No, but I wouldn't mind tryin' it." She smiled. "And you know who I'd like to try it with me?"
"Who?" Suzy asked, chewing the delicious pizza.
"Mr. Holiday," Bethany whispered reverently.
Suzy gulped. "Mr. Holiday, huh?"
"Yeah, he's so handsome, so manly. I'm gonna go for him, you think that's wrong?"
"No," Suzy said, "but you don't have to go for him, as you say."
"Oh, but I'm gonna. I'm gonna make him want me."
What could Suzy do? She had competition. "Maybe you won't have to do that. I think I could speak to him about you."