"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.
CHAPTER FOUR
Suzy was talking and walking with her friend, Leslie Dawson. Leslie was a senior at Jefferson High who had dark-brown hair. She was a cute slip of a girl, very lithe, thin, but tight and well-packed. She had a tiny waist, a sweet little ass, and tits that pushed out like plums at the white camisole she wore. Her faded jeans were tight and enhanced her fine body. She had a square-cut face with tight, tanned skin with freckles about the nose and on her cheeks.
Leslie wore her hair in a sweeping ponytail with bangs on her forehead.
Suzy wore a tight red sweater with short sleeves that was alluringly full of her big tits. Her own jeans were faded to a very light blue and she looked as though she had been sucked into them.
"Come on," Leslie said. "I know you were with him. You stayed in his office a long time. I saw you go in and I waited down the hall for almost an hour."
They went down a flight of stairs to the girls' room.
"I just had some questions about Hamlet that he was helping me with," Suzy answered, determined to keep her secret.
"Oh, come on. You can tell me. I won't squeal."
"You promise you won't say anything, Leslie?"
"I promise."
They went into a toilet stall, and Leslie locked the door. "Come on, tell me."
"Well, he showed me his prick and, stuff."
"Oh, God! He didn't!" Leslie whispered. "Yeah and he kissed my pussy."
"Shit!" Leslie exclaimed, unbuttoning her jeans, tugging them down below her knees. She had on a sheer pair of white, nylon panties. She yanked them down and sat on the black toilet seat. Her little brown pussy was carpeted with thick coffee-colored coils of teenage fuzz.
"He showed you his prick and kissed your pussy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Awesome!"
"Yeah, and it was really big, too. Really big."
"Almost eleven inches."
"Aw, come on, Suzy, you gotta be kiddin' me!"
"No, I measured it, and I was readin' in Dr. Ruth's column this morning that the average male penis is only five and a half inches long."
"You measured it?" Leslie puffed, sticking her finger in her little pussy. She started a slow jerk.
"You gonna masturbate, Leslie?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Sure," Suzy said, and slid her tight jeans down to reveal a pair of pussy-packed pink panties. She stuck her hand inside her undies and twiddled her finger along the slit of her cunt.
"How did you measure it?" Leslie asked. "With a ruler he had on his desk."
"Oh, shit… I've always wanted to do that, and I did once with my cousin, Duane. He's got a big one, too."
"Duane? He's in my history class."
"Yeah, I know. He's got a real big prick, too."
"How big?" Suzy asked.
"Not as big as Mr. Holiday's, but he's got over eight inches."
"Wow, really? Duane?"
"Yeah. What else did you and Mr. Holiday do?" Leslie asked, sliding down on the toilet seat, pushing her pussy up to her punching finger.
"He sucked me, and I sucked him… and he shot off, really blasted out a bunch of cream all over me."
"Oh, shit. I love it. He came on you?"
Suzy leaned against the stall door, her hand jiggling inside her pink panties, knuckling out the crotch as she finger-fucked her pussy.
"You sucked his big prick?" Leslie whispered. "Oh, shit, I wish I coulda seen you do that."
"Yeah, and he sucked my cunt and made me climax."
"Oh, Suzy! God!"
"Then you know what he did?"
"No, tell me."
"He stuck his tongue up my shithole."
"Eeeeeoooowww!" Leslie yelped. "Ahhhh, fuck! He did not!"
"Yes he did."
"Up your shitter?"
"Yes."
"Oh, fuck! Right up your shitter?"
"Yes, and it felt real good, Leslie."
"Oh, shit. I'm gonna cum, Suzy," Leslie huffed, pushing her hips high off the toilet seat.
Both girls fucked their pussies with their fingers there in the toilet stall, both experiencing the wonderful feeling of orgasm together.
When they finished, they pulled on their jeans and Suzy said. "Really, has Duane got that big of a cock?"
"Sure, ask him to show it to you. He will if you'll show him your pussy. We do it all the time," Leslie smiled.
"Will you tell him I'm gonna ask?" Suzy said.
"Sure."
"Have you and Duane ever done it?"
"No, but we've played around and stuff."
History class was being taught by Miss Nancy Peterson, a student teacher on leave from her college. She was quite stunning. She had very long auburn hair. Nancy had a body to match, too-luscious, curved hips, a full round ass, long tapered legs, and her tits splashed against a yellow sweater like a couple of big softballs.
She leaned back against her desk as she stood in front of the class. Her short black skirt pulled tight on her thighs and the class could see the garter straps outlined against the skirt.
She had on white high heels.
Suzy looked down at Duane. He was cute, she thought. He had a punkish crew cut, and he was tall.
She wrote him a note, asking him if he would stay after class with her.
She handed it to the girl next to her and she gave it to Duane. He read it and nodded.
The class bell sounded. The boys and girls filed out, and Miss Peterson gathered her lecture notes and left. Duane sat at his desk. Suzy fiddled with her purse until the room emptied.
Suzy wore a sweet little denim, blue skirt that hemmed out six inches above her knees and a dark blue sweater. Her honey-blonde hair was swept back on the sides and held there with white barrettes. Then she had it bobbed into a ponytail that curved up and fell down on her shoulders.
Her beautiful round face was lightly touched with a wine-colored blush, and her lips were bright red with fresh lipstick.
She came over and stood in front of Duane. "Well, did Leslie tell you?"
"Uh-huh," he said, blushing.
"Well?"
"If you let me see yours first," he said.
"All right," Suzy said.
She lifted the hem of her skirt and revealed tight pink panties. She smiled at Duane as his eyes widened, and she saw his prick rising to a thumping teenage hard-on. Once she had the skirt up on her waist, she thumbed her panties and tugged them down on her thighs baring her pretty pussy for the excited boy.
"There," she said.
Duane bit his lower lip and stared at Suzy's lovely cunt.
"You like it, Duane?"
"Yeah," he whispered in a low growl.
"Okay, let me see your prick."
He unzipped his jeans, reached in and withdrew his cock.
Leslie hadn't lied. The lad had an enormous prick for his age. It stuck out from his fly handsome, smooth, like caned ivory, long and thick as a banana. The head was strawberry red, and the skin was tight.
Suzy gaped at it in amazed admiration.
Duane looked at her face, that beauty, her big tits in the dark blue sweater, her jeans down on her knees, her pink panties in a tight line stretched between her gorgeous, young thighs, and then his gaze fell to her pussy.
His cock was throbbing, and Suzy could see it jerk and thump. She loved the way the cockstalk wobbled.
"How big is it, Duane?"
"I dunno."
"Leslie said she measured it."
"Yeah, she did."
"I want to, too."
"Okay, but I wanna kiss your pussy," he whispered, his voice trembling.
"You do, huh? Should we kiss each other's?" He nodded.