Suzy then noticed the swelling in Mr. Holiday's jeans. Her eyes widened at the strength of the erection that pushed up against the tight denim.
He wanted to stand up and excuse her, but he knew this would certainly draw her attention to his big hard-on. Suzy kept looking at the bulge in his jeans, then she looked up at him, smiled coyly, and their eyes met in a flicker of passion.
"You may leave, Miss Kent," he said.
He's so handsome, Suzy thought. I'll never get a chance to be this close to him again. What should I do?
Her mind turned over all kinds of possibilities. Suddenly she said, "Would you like to kiss me, sir?"
"Please, Suzanne, don't get out of line."
"What?"
"That wouldn't be right at all," he said. "Why?"
"Well, because you are my student, and you shouldn't ever think about something like that."
"Like kissing?"
"Yes, ah…"
"But what's wrong with a kiss, sir?" She moved closer to him, their bodies alive and sizzling now with the excitement of the situation.
"Well, I just couldn't do that, Suzanne," he whispered, "it wouldn't be right… I mean you are a student, I'm the teacher, and besides, I'm forty-three years old."
"You can kiss me," Suzy said. "I'll bet you really wanna, don't you… I won't tell anyone, I promise."
He hesitated. It was certainly an invitation that intrigued him. Of course he wanted to kiss her. Who wouldn't have wanted to kiss such a lovely, sexy young lady?
Suzy turned her face up to him and offered her lips. He couldn't resist.
"If you promise not to tell," he whispered, and his lips met hers in a light kiss.
Suzy trembled. His lips were open, and they were so soft, so nice. He gave a thrill to her with his manly kiss. His tongue licked slowly, lewdly over her puckered lips, then he put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her against him, and their lips mashed harder in a wild, wet, French kiss.
Suzy's tits pressed against his chest. His other hand went around her waist, and he felt the thinness of her belly, the lush soft slope of her hip.
His cock thumped wildly in his jeans. Suzy, puckered and hot, put an arm around his shoulders, and her other hand lay lightly on his thigh.
They broke the kiss, both gasping for breath.
Suzy's hand slid into the crotch of his jeans, and lingered there on the huge, banana bulge of his stiff cock.
"You sweet, marvelous, darling," Mr. Holiday murmured.
"Oh, sir," Suzy whimpered.
His hand went to her tits, and he cupped them lightly, feeling the beautiful roundness, the firm hardness, and the beauty of their teenaged ripeness.
Suzy squeezed on his stiff cock. A swoop of thrilling excitement swept through her body. It's so darn big, she thought to herself, as her hand clutched on the cockstalk though his tight jeans.
Mr. Holiday continued to fondle her tits, playing with them and inspecting them as if they were expensive jewels he was intending to purchase.
He dropped one hand and slid it up her tanned thigh, up under her skirt, lifting the littie black mini as he pushed upward until his fingers were touching her inner thighs. Then he plunged his hand into her panties.
"Ahhhhhh," Suzy sighed.
"Oh, my dear," Mr. Holiday whispered.
He lifted her skirt now, over her waist to reveal a sweet pair of ice-blue panties that were scrunched up at the crotch and bulged into a muffin by her dear little, honey-blonde cunt.
"Oooooh," Suzy whimpered.
"Oh, Suzanne, we shouldn't be doing this," Mr. Holiday muttered.
"But I like you so much, sir, besides… I won't say anything. I won't tell."
Her hand rubbed on the hard erection, as she continued, to seduce her handsome teacher, and to torture him with her young beauty and her classic teenage charm.
"I could lose my job. Do you understand that?" he said.
"I know, sir, but you won't."
"Oh, God!" he whispered in a hush of passion.
"We can just play like this, and it won't hurt anything," Suzy sighed.
He was torn between continuing with Suzy and calling it all off immediately, but he couldn't resist her luscious body in his hands, her darling face, and her sweet smell. He was hers.
He rubbed his fingers into her soft pussy, feeling the wetness seep through the thin nylon onto his fingertips. Suzy began to toy with his fly, unzipping it down ever so slowly.
He stood up, puffing her with him, leaned back against the desk, pushed into her, held her tight, and kissed her wildly, his hands fanning out behind her on her lovely ass.
Suzy felt the incredible hardness of his cock pressed into her belly. She rubbed her wet pussy on his thigh. He lifted her skirt again and held it up around her waist where it stayed by itself, because it was so tight. He plunged his hands into her panties and felt the smooth, slick curve of her, naked ass.
"Mmmmmmm," he mumbled.
They kissed for an indeterminable time, both enjoying the luxury of their passion, and he slicked his tongue into the bubbling recesses of her mouth, tasting the sweet bubble-gum.
"Should I take your jeans down, sir?" Suzy asked, unbuckling the button, letting them flap open. He wore no shorts and as the jeans crinkled downward his immense prick flapped out.
"God," Suzy gasped, looking down, seeing the most handsome prick a young girl could possibly see.
"Ahhhhh, gee! Oh, sir!"
His jeans fell to his knees. His cock stood out a foot long. Suzy could not take her eyes off the fantastic erection which was round, thick as a flashlight, hard as iron, and so damn long that it amazed and frightened her.
The knob-head of his huge prick was dripping and glistening with thick cream. The cock stood out proud, long, and throbbing like a wild fish on a hook.
Suzy could not take her eyes from this new fascination. A man's prick… a real live, hard prick… and she loved the sight of it so hard and long, so alive for her.
She stood a couple of feet away from him, her skirt fluffed up on her waist and her blue, honey-packed panties snug to her hips and pussy.
The teacher and student stood and admired each other, then their eyes met.
"Should I hold your cock, sir?" Suzy asked.
"Yes, yes," he puffed hotly, then reached out, rubbed his hand into her panties, caressing her cunt through the blue nylon. He dunked down into her panties, felt the wiry, little blonde coils of cunt hair massed there, then slicked his finger up and down the wet, sticky cunt slit.
Suzy grasped his prick in her little hand. Oh, how she loved the feel of that big, squirting prick, the hard smoothness of the pulsing cockstalk, the immense love it radiated to her hand. She squeezed lightly, then harder, and watched cum spit from the cockhead.
He fingered into her cunt, slicked in and out, and gave her a soft finger-fuck.
"We shouldn't do this," he whimpered.
"I know," she panted.
Then they kissed wildly. Their lips met in a hot, wet kiss as their hands continued to work magic down below, on his cock and in her cunt.
"Oh, God," he huffed, then turned her around, and again he sat down in his chair.
"I want you to stand in front of me," he said. Quickly, he doffed his jeans and sat with his cock standing up hard like an iron bar. Suzy gazed at it, loving the way it spurted juice that flew from the head and spit high into the air.
"Take your skirt off," he said.
Suzy unbuttoned the skirt at the side, zipped it down and let it fall at her feet. She stood in adorable beauty before him in her blue panties, pink sweater, and white high heels.
"You're wonderful," Mr. Holiday whispered hotly, his eyes glazing over her marvelous, young body.
"Your prick is so big, Mr. Holiday. How big is it?" Suzy whispered, and turned to the desk, brought back a ruler, bent down and placed the wooden measuring tool along the stalk of his throbbing cock.