"What I want is this," Miss Peterson said, reaching out and grabbing his cock. "I won't tell if I can have some of this."
She clutched the cock with both hands. Mr. Holiday fell into his chair. She stood over him, playing with his giant cock. He looked at Suzy as if to say, "What'll I do?"
"Look at this," Miss Peterson said. She let go of his cock, pulled up her skirt, and showed him her white garter-belt, and her pink panties which were bulged at the crotch with the generous mat of cunt hair there.
"Look good?"
"Yes," he replied.
Suzy came over. She knelt in front of Mr. Holiday. "Let's both play with it." She licked her tongue over the enormous pricktip.
Miss Peterson got down on her knees, and the girls began torturing their teacher with their hot, wet, wild tongues, slithering them up and down the cockstalk, slinking them over the cock top.
"Oh, girls, girls, girls!" Mr. Holiday moaned joyously. "Please, girls… you shouldn't."
Then Miss Peterson was up, holding her skirt, and she straddled Mr. Holiday. "I wanna get an A for my student teaching," she said.
She grabbed his prick, then she swirled her hips and circled them downward. She took his cock up into her cunt. She started fucking him, bouncing up and down.
Suzy watched, and stuck her finger in her pussy, letting her eyes take in the sight of Miss Peterson, the pretty teacher, fucking Mr. Holiday, the handsome teacher. Miss Peterson knew how to fuck, too.
Her plush ass slapped up and down on his thighs. She had her panties pulled over to one side of her crotch, and his cock was pumping like a piston in and out.
"And an A you'll get, Nancy," Mr. Holiday said, "won't she, Suzy?"
"Yeah, you give her an A, Big Daddy," she answered, shuddering with jealousy, but knowing there was nothing she could do about Miss Peterson fucking wildly like that on top of Mr. Holiday.
"An A, an A… fuck me!" Nancy yelped. They were humping good. Suzy came over and kissed Mr. Holiday on the lips, sticking her tongue in and out of his mouth, then sloshing it up to his ear. "You like fuckin' her, don't you, Daddy?"
"I'm cumming!" Nancy shouted.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After the fucking incident with Mr. Holiday and Miss Peterson, Mr. Holiday invited Suzy to his apartment. He said he had a surprise for her, and she should meet him that evening at seven.
Suzy found Bethany later in the day. They had a football game, so they went and changed into their uniforms.
"Can I stay at your house again tonight?" Suzy asked. "I am still havin' a fight with my mom. I haven't been home in a couple days, and I'm not gonna."
"Sure," Bethany said, "but you'll have to came over around nine, 'cause I have to go to a concert with my mom and dad. But we'll be home about then."
Suzy thought about Mr. Sizemore. "They'll not mind?"
"No," Bethany said.
Bethany's outing with her parents gave Suzy the chance to go by Mr. Holiday's apartment and check out the surprise he had for her.
Suzy was still uptight about that horny Miss Peterson, the way she just busted in on that fuck she was having with Mr. Holiday, just busted in and took over. But what could Mr. Holiday do? He had to let her jump on him like that or she would have gotten them both in trouble with the school.
She wore her uniform as she rode in the cab to Mr. Holiday's apartment, feeling good with six hundred dollars in cash in her purse, and a handsome teacher really hot for her.
The cab driver kept peering in the rear view mirror, appraising Suzy in her cheerleading uniform, the way the little blue skirt with inverted white pleats rode high on her luscious thighs; the way the thin cotton hem was up there near her crotch. The tight white sweater had a blue JH on the shoulder and a dark-blue stripe down the sleeves. Her big teen tits bulged the sweater lewdly at the chest. She had her legs crossed. Her legs looked adorable in the dark red knee socks and the blue and white tennis shoes.
Suzy crossed her legs, holding one a little above her knee, letting the cabbie see up under her skin, letting him gawk at her shiny, light baby-blue bloomers.
The tiny sight of the shiny satin crotch made the driver stare longingly, until he had to slam on the brake and swerve to miss hitting another car.
The cabbie was bald-headed, about fifty, chubby, but had a kind, friendly face. He got the cab under control again, and then glanced on back at Suzy the rest of the drive.
When they got there, Suzy waited, and the cabbie got out, opened her door, and held it open. She slid sexily across the seat, her legs pointed toward the driver, her knees slightly apart. She managed to hold the skirt with one hand as she slid, and it pulled way up over her panties.
The cabbie drooled. He had a half-hard cock already sticking against his pants. He gaped as Suzy held the pose for a moment, giving him a good, jizzy look. She played surprised, struggling then to get the little skirt back in place as she got out. She brushed against him, and felt his hard cock.
Suzy looked around. There was no one near. She reached down and rubbed her thumb, pressing it into the hard cockstalk in his pants, pulling it up and down.
"You gonna give me this ride for free for lettin' you see up my skirt like that?" she whispered, looking up at the enchanted driver.
"Uh-huh. Yeah, free," he gulped.
She threw her purse over her shoulder and walked toward the house. She got halfway up the walk, stopped and looked over her shoulder at the panting cabbie and smiled.
She rang the bell and two men who looked just like Mr. Holiday opened the door. Identical twins.
This threw Suzy for a spin. "Huh?"
"My twin, Frank," one Mr. Holiday said. They stood handsome, manly, smelling like fresh shaving lotion, dressed in red, terrycloth robes that hemmed out above their knees.
"Come in, Suzy," Mr. Holiday said.
"Jeez, two of you," Suzy whispered in amazement.
He pulled her into his apartment and closed the door. "I guess I've never told you my first name, Suzy. It's Henry, but please call me Hank."
"Hank and Frank," Suzy mumbled, looking from one handsome twin to the other.
"Didn't I tell you she was incredible, Frank?"
Hank stood back, admiring Suzy in her cheerleading uniform, smiling respectfully at her.
"Oh, she is indeed," Frank said, doing the same thing.
"My, sweet darling," Hank said, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her flush on the mouth, holding her compact teenaged body tightly against him.
He stuck his hand up under her tiny skirt and rubbed on her pussy, his fingertips pressing into the satin bloomers.
"I love her, too," Mr. Holiday said.
"I can see why," Frank said. "She's fantastic."
"Hear that, Suzy? Frank thinks you're fantastic. So do I, darling."
His fingers pliantly played at the crotch of her soft baby-blue panties. Frank came up behind her. He rubbed against her ass. He opened his robe, took his cock, which was just as long as his brother's, shoved it up under the skirt, and moved it around on Suzy's ass.
"Jeez, you guys," Suzy whispered.
Hank opened his robe. His cock swung out and swayed like a vibrating snake.
Hank kissed her. Then Frank spun her around and kissed her. Then Hank kissed her, and again Frank turned her and plastered his lips on her freshly painted pink lips.
Each twin kissed wetly, and as they kissed Suzy they put their hands on her tits, her ass, her pussy, rubbing all over her tight, sweet cheerleading uniform.
Suzy was on fire. She felt a swoon of passion and pleasure grip her. The twins finally brought her spin to a stop, and they both stood nude before her, their huge 11-inch pricks swinging and swaying, throbbing and thumping on full erections. She looked. She shuddered. She eyed their thin, masculine bodies, their huge pricks, their big, fat balls. And she especially liked the double handsomeness, the devastatingly good looks of both men.