He hummed his hand, his thumb sticking out in a hitch-hike fashion, his wet fist a blur.
Although she had never indulged in this type of activity before, she had dreamed of it, and it met all her fantastic expectations.
"Go faster, sir," she barked.
He pumped as fast as he could possibly pump. Suzy fingered her pussy faster, too.
"That looks good," she whispered, her entire body tingling with excitement and pleasure.
"You, too!" he yelped.
"Oh, sir!" she exclaimed gleefully. "You're masturbatin' to me."
"Damn right," he huffed, "and it's not the first time."
"You've done it to me before?"
"Yes," he admitted guiltily. "Oh, I'm so glad, Mr. Holiday. I'm so glad."
"And you?"
"Oh, you know I have. I've thought about you hundreds of times while I've played with my pussy."
"Darling!" he cried. "Oh, Mister…"
Then she got that feeling again, just as Holiday's big cock bulged and spit out a volcanic load of cum. Big jets of cream speared upward, spiraling high at Suzy and splattering at her little white high heels. A big bog of cum splattered right on the toe of one heel.
"Suzy!" he screeched. "I'm gettin' it to you!"
"Me, too… oh, sir… shoot it, shoot it!"
"I'm shootin' my wad."
"Well, shoot your wad!" Suzy yelled at him, her body stiff as an ironing board while the tingle of her climax vibrated through her, giving her such a delicious feeling she thought she might faint.
"Finger your pussy," he whimpered.
Big hunks of cum spewed from the huge cock. A gob of jizz flew high and splashed on Suzy's belly, then it dripped and dribbled downward into her patch of honey-blonde cunt hair.
"Jerk to me!" she babbled. "Keep shootin'… I like you shootin'… like you pumpin' on your prick, sir," she said, her words trailing off in passionate shivers of steam.
The final bell rang.
"Oh, my sweet dear," Mr. Holiday whispered, falling back in his chair. "That was wonderful."
"Yeah," she said.
"Don't forget… you're not to tell a soul."
"I won't sir… ever!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mr. Holiday's office was drenched with the two huge explosions of cum-cream he had spewed out. Suzy picked up her pretty little blue panties which had fallen to the floor. They were soaked with jizz.
She slipped them on and pulled her tiny black skirt down, patting the crinkles down around her hips. "May I come back soon?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," she said quickly.
"Oh, but my darling dear… it's so dangerous," he protested, now having second thoughts.
"I said I wouldn't tell."
Mr. Holiday stood up, pulled on his jeans, straightened his tic, and put his tweed coat back an. "You like fantasy, don't you?"
"Huh?"
"You know… what we talked about… all those boys in the boys' room."
"Yeah, I like that," she said.
"Do you have any fantasies you haven't told me about?"
"Sure," she answered. "Tell me one."
"Really, you wanna hear?"
"Indeed."
"Well, I have this fantasy of some man coming to the football game, watching me cheerlead, and masturbatin' while he looks at me."
"Oh, you are a darling tart, aren't you?"
"A what?"
"A sweetheart. See my window here in the office? I can look right down on the football field."
"Oh, God, really?"
She went to the window and peered out.
"See?" he said.
"Yeah, you can see right down over the bleachers to the field…"
"Next game I'll be up here in the window watchin' you, Suzy."
"Oooooooh," she whistled. "Really? Would you?"
"Darn right I will."
"We have a game in four days, sir. I'll be lookin' up to see if you're here."
"You can count on it, darling."
He came to her, took her in his arms, and kissed her hotly. Their lips were hot, her breath was sweet. His tongue snaked into her mouth and his hands grabbed at her fine school girl ass.
His prick got hard again and thumped against her. She felt a swoop of pleasure in her belly again, just having him hard and excited all over.
He slid her skirt up and caressed her pantied ass.
"You have such a beautiful ass, Suzy," he whispered.
"You think so?"
"Oh, I know so."
"You're really pinchin' it."
"I love it, that's why I think your ass is a work of art."
He stuck his hands down in her panties and felt her ass cheeks, cupping the smooth bald cheeks.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured, pulling her panties down to her thighs, exposing her ass.
He turned her around and admired her ass. She stood for him with her skirt up again on her waist, her blue panties a straight line on her thighs, her curvy ass a monument of beauty.
"Oh, my," he commented in a hot whisper. "I wish we had some more time, so I could show you how much I admire your ass, Suzy."
"Don't we have time?" she asked urgently.
"I have a meeting, a faculty meeting."
"Can't you skip it?"
He fondled her ass and cupped it with his manly hands. "Oh, how I would like to skip it and adore your ass, but I can't."
"Do you really like my ass that much?"
He fell to his knees behind her. His tongue slashed out and he licked all over the fine, smooth, round, ass cheeks.
"I worship your ass, baby," he puffed lewdly.
"Yikes, sir… jeez! You're… you're…" He was raining tiny love kisses all over her magnificent ass.
"You're kissin' my ass!" she cried. "Oh, wow! I never even thought of that."
His tongue swirled over her ass, licking every delicious inch of the rounded curves, the perfectly sculptured behind.
"Ah! Oh! I jeez, Mr. Holiday… oh, oh… God, I wanna scream!" Suzy yelped.
He put both his hands on the cheeks of her ass, clutched the rounded curves, spread them, then slicked his' tongue into the furry crack, waddled the tip of it up and down, up and down, up and down.
"Ah! Oh, shezzzzzz! Ah, shit! Oh, no! Sir! Whew! Oh, jeez!" Suzy moaned joyously.
Suzy bent over and gave him a good target. She put her hands on her knees, bent them and wiggled her fine teen ass back at the lapping teacher.
"This is real love, Suzy," he whispered in a muffled, tongue-tied whimper.
"Real love!" she echoed. "Oh, love… yes. Oh, sir. I never thought about anything like this. Jeez. It's… it's really neat and stuff… and I, well…"
Her words trailed off as she simply let her teacher lick up and down the crack of her ass, enjoying the incredible feeling of pleasure that it gave, her.
"I love your ass, Suzy!" Mr. Holiday barked. She had never heard such words… such lovely, obscene, but beautiful words. She shuddered with glee, with joy, with pleasure, and his tongue wiggled in a wild wobble up and down the delicious crack of her ass, giving her a new feeling of ecstasy she had never thought possible.
Then he sent his wild tongue right at her ass-bud.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
And she had never ever said the word shit before, but that's what came out of her sweet, little mouth.
"Oh, shit, sir!"
"Shit, yeah," Mr. Holiday burbled.
"My shitter… you're ticklin' my shitter with your tongue, Mr. Holiday. You are really makin' me feel…"
And again her words trailed off in a passionate hush.
A knock came at his door.
"Mac, are you coming to the faculty meeting?" a voice called.
Immediately he withdrew his torch-tongue from Suzy's ass.
"Oh, God. I gotta go," he said. "You stay here until I leave, then slip out."
He got up, straightened his clothes, and headed for the door. He turned and looked at Suzy.
She was still bent over, her hands on her knees, her skirt up, her panties in a twist on her thighs.
"Do you have to?" she pleaded.
"Yes."
"Oh, wow, sir. That was… it was…"
"Was what?"
"It was the best," she whimpered.
"We'll do it again sometime," he said, and slipped out of the office, leaving the darling Suzy standing there in the middle of his office, her ass bared.
"Oh, I love him," she whispered, then stuck her hand down between her legs and slicked a finger into her spritzing pussy.