"I love you," he barked.
"Sure, and you want me to beat you off, don't you?"
"I'm dyin' for it."
"Okay, then, I'm gonna beat you off, Mr. Sizemore, 'cause you gave me all that money. I'm gonna pump your prick and make it shoot off. How'd you like that?"
"It's what I want."
"You know it is."
She had a clutch-grip on his fat prick. She stood in front of him, and with an over handed grip she began a wild jerk on his hot, hard cock.
Suzy drove the man wild, standing there with her dress bunched up around her waist, her lace anklets, her whole persona radiating her enigmatic loveliness.
Her hand did a pull-and-push on his prick, hammering in and out with an underhanded action now, slicking the fat cockstalk on her palm.
She jerked faster and faster. His hands roamed all over her teen-queen body – first the ass, her tits, her hips, then he plunged his fingers into her pussy.
Suzy jerked wildly on his cock, but she had it under, control. She knew how men liked it. She knew how to masturbate a man so he would feel better than he'd ever felt before. She knew how special she was to Mr. Sizemore. She could see it in the look upon his impassioned face.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes… yes," he sighed. "Yes, yes!"
"I'm gonna beat it until it shoots, Mr. Sizemore, and you're gonna keep on playin' with my pussy, aren't you?"
"Mmmmmm," he huffed.
"Now, sir. Let me move over to the side so you can shoot all over. Don't want you to shoot on your daughter's panties, and on her dress and stuff."
Mr. Sizemore came. It was a grand eruption, almost like a thunderstorm that had been brewing for hours; dark clouds, cool-hot breezes.
"Ohhhhh, Suzy!" he hollered. "Oh, darling. Sweet, sweet darling!"
"That's what they all say," Suzy said.
She watched the volcanic eruption. The cream spraying from his prick, arcing out, then plastering the carpet.
"Come on spray!" Suzy encouraged. "Spray cream, Mr. Sizemore, you bad, bad, bad sonofabitch."
"Oh, hahhha whoooo!" he whimpered softly.
His fingers diddled on her craving cunt as he shot his wad.
"Stick 'em in, don't just scratch," Suzy directed.
She pushed her hips out and he stuck three fingers into her cunt.
"You are a nasty man, in your daughter's panties like that, fingerin' me and shootin' off at the same time," Suzy shivered, "you oughta be ashamed of yourself."
But as she pumped his mustard-slick prick, she knew that Mr. Sizemore would be fading in and out of her life for a long time to come.
What she could tell, as he climaxed, was that look of absolute love and worship on his face.
"You're gonna come to Kansas City to see me, because I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, right Mr. Sizemore?"
"Oh, yes. Right!" He fell back against the wall, a prisoner, a wilted victim under Suzy's furiously applied hand-job.
"I'm gonna do anything you ask me to do," he whispered, and Suzy could tell by the hot look on his face that he meant what he said.
She jerked her hand in a slick slide on his mammoth cockstalk, all the time letting Mr. Sizemore roam his hands over her body, feeling every part of her gorgeous figure, his hands like tender fins.
"You're feelin' me up, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeah, yes. I'm feelin' you up," Mr. Sizemore panted. "I am really feelin' you, and you are really pumpin' me."
"I'm doin' more than just pumpin' you sir. I'm beatin' you off. And you love it," Suzy said.
He shot out his load. His prick bloated in her hand and sprayed a steady cream-stream, a thick gooey splash of cum.
"Yeah, that's it," Suzy said. "It's the only way I have of knowing whether you're bullshittin' or not."
His cock was squirting like a ruptured lawn hose, and she knew he wasn't bullshitting anything with her, and this made her feel real good.
"I'll do anything, give you anything, just let me keep bein' near you!" Mr. Sizemore barked, humping over at the waist, still shooting his thick, lewd load.
"Well, I'll have to think about that," Suzy said. "You're just probably another big, bad daddy." Her hand was a blazing blur on his cock.
Finally she had milked Mr. Sizemore dry. Suzy looked into his face, saw the pleasure, the ecstasy etched there. She smiled sweetly at him, and then she let go of his prick. The thick prick spit out a last drop of cum that hung from the tip like a piece of yarn.
Suzy took his hankie and wiped her hand dry. She pulled her panties into place and tugged the tight tank dress back into place.
"Ooooh, look it's still squirtin' and stuff," Suzy said, eyeing his prick.
"It needs another good pumping," Mr. Sizemore whispered.
"Well, I'd like to give it one, sir, but I'm afraid your wife and Bethany are gonna catch us in here."
She smiled again and slipped out the door.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It took Mr. Holiday a few days to clear up his business, and they decided to leave on Friday, but Suzy wanted to cheerlead one more time before she ran away with the handsome teacher.
"It's the only thing I'll miss," she said.
"If you go to school down there you can go out for the squad. Pd love to come and watch you and get me all hot," Mr. Holiday said.
Suzy told Mr. Holiday about Bethany's hot interest in him. He smiled and seemed flattered. Suzy suggested they fix her up with his brother, Frank.
"I'll bring her over after the game tonight, then we can leave after that," Suzy said.
Both young cheerleaders were juicy and appealing when they arrived at Mr. Holiday's apartment. He was hiding in a bedroom upstairs. His brother opened the door.
"Hi, Mr. Holiday," Suzy said.
"Well, hello girls," Frank said.
"This is Bethany Sizemore, Mr. Holiday. You've probably seen her around school."
"Oh, indeed I have." He gazed at the pretty cheerleaders.
Bethany had her hair in double ponytails. Suzy had hers in bangs and one long ponytail.
They looked delicious in their blue and white uniforms.
"Well, see, Bethany really likes you, sir, and I thought maybe you'd like her. Maybe you'd show us your cock, and we could show you our stuff, too."
"That's a grand idea, Suzy," Frank said.
Bethany was trembling. Her tanned face was flushed beyond the red rouge on her cheeks. Her red lips were moist and glistened appealingly.
Mr. Holiday had on the short robe. He threw it open, and his enormous cock began lifting. Both girls stood in amazement, gawking at the prick stalk on it's towering rise, thumping upward in jerking pulsations.
"Holy… jeeeez!" Bethany cried.
"Mr. Holiday has got a really big prick, hasn't he?" Suzy said.
"I never thought there could be anything like that," Bethany whispered, her voice shaking.
Frank's prick was now on a full erection. It stood out from between his legs like a piece of smoothly carved marble. The big blue veins bulged along the top of the cockstalk. The big red cockhead was beautiful, round, and shiny like a polished apple. His huge balls hung below the erection like a couple of lemons in a sack.
"Wow!" Bethany exclaimed in sheer, utter amazement. "Jeez, Suzy!"
"I know. It's huge, and it's all hard just from lookin' at us, isn't it, Mr. Holiday?" Suzy said. "Yes, yes it is. Now pull your little skirts up, girls, and let me see your darling-sweet bloomers," he whispered.
Both girls immediately flipped their skirts up and showed him their lake-blue bloomers. They held their skirts up for him, standing there in their red knee socks, their blue and white tennies, with the blue and white pleats in a fluff on their hips.
"Mmmmm, oooh that looks good, girls." Frank rasped his cock, slowly jerking on the long prick stick.
"Oh, jeez!" Bethany whimpered. "Oh, look, Suzy."