"Now!" she screeched. "Now!"
She shuddered wildly. Suzy felt her own climax start tingling through her.
"Oh, damn!" Suzy shrieked. "Oh, damn, here it cums!"
"Here it cums!" Nancy cried.
Duane humped off the chair and shot his wad in her cunt.
"Oh. Shit! Oh, damn!!" Nancy yelled. "I'm cumin'!"
She looked good up there on Duane's prick, screwing around and around, bouncing, humping up and down, her tits bobbing, her round, plush ass slapping on his thin thighs.
"Don't you students ever say a word about this," she puffed, then fell spent, on top of Duane.
"Oh, we won't," Suzy said. "We promise we'll never say a word about it."
"Good, otherwise we can't ever do it again, and I know you both want to explore fucking with me, don't you?"
"Yes," Duane affirmed.
"Me, too. I wanna learn all I can, Miss Peterson," Suzy said. "I wanna learn about fuckin' and sniff."
CHAPTER FIVE
Suzy went home that night. She walked in the house and her mother screamed at her.
"Where have you been? It's after six!"
"I had cheerleading practice."
"You're late for dinner. It's on the table, but it's cold," her mother said, taking a sip from a bottle of vodka.
"Yeah, you couldn't wait so you could start drinkin', right?" Suzy sassed.
"Don't you talk to me, young lady. You'll be Goddamned sorry, if you do."
"All you ever do is sit there and watch those insipid situation comedy shows on TV, and drink," Suzy said.
"I told you, don't you get smart with me. You'll be sorry if you keep this up."
Suzy wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but she kept silent and walked into the kitchen. She found a cold hamburger and some cold beans on the table.
"Ugh!" Suzy mumbled.
She took a bite of the hamburger, then saw a banana on the table. "Mmmmm," she murmured to herself. She picked two bananas from the bunch, took another bite of her hamburger, dumped the dinner in the garbage disposal and ground it up.
Her mother staggered in.
"Why were you late?"
"We had cheerleading practice."
"Ha, I'll bet. You were probably foolin' around with boys."
"And so what if I was, which I wasn't."
The vodka bottle dangled from her mother's hand like a dead duck. "You're just gettin' a little too big for your pants, young girl."
"Oh, knock it off, you drunk," Suzy retorted.
Her mother swung at her, hit her, knocked her back against the sink. Suzy wanted to hit her back, but simply bit her lip, kept from crying, and rushed to her room.
She lay on her bed wishing there was some way she could get out of this house, out of the situation. She planned as soon as she graduated from Jefferson to pack a bag, get on a bus and be gone. Maybe Kansas City, maybe Chicago. Kansas City was close. Maybe she could go there and get a job in a department store.
She went to the bathroom, took a warm bath, and put on her pink, short nightie. She lay back on the bed and took the banana. She toyed with it. She took the tip and pressed it against her cute cunt.
"Oh, Mr. Holiday," she whispered, "how I wish this was you."
Her pussy spritzed jizz. She stuck the banana into the gooey goodness and began fucking herself.
She had never done anything like this before. It felt good.
"Ohhhh, wow!" she sighed, slugging the big banana in and out of her sweet pussy.
The banana became covered with her cunt cream and slid easily in and out. She spread her legs wide, slid a pillow under her ass, and began thinking of a fantasy about Mr. Holiday and how the handsome older man, her teacher, was right there on top of her, kissing her, and sticking it to her.
"Yeah, Mr. Holiday… like that, sir. Really shove that cock to me," she whispered.
The big banana was going faster and faster now. Suzy loved the feeling the big slicker gave her. She thrilled to the slip and slide. She flicked up to it, and diddled down with her hand, holding it tightly in her palm.
"Ohhhhh, yeah?" she whimpered. "Oh, Mr. Holiday… I'm gonna cum with you!"
And she climaxed beautifully there on her bed, her little pink nightie all up and crinkled around her hips. Her whole, lovely, young body shuddered, shook and stiffened. Her breath stuck in her throat. She stifled a scream of joy, then fell back panting on the bed.
"Oh, yeah," she whispered.
And once she had cum and settled down, she began thinking about what Mr. Holiday had told her. He had said all the boys went down to the toilet and beat their cock-meat to her. This sent a sizzle of satisfaction through her precious, young body.
She thought about all the older men at the mall who gave her such hot stares.
"Well," she shivered and whispered, "if the boys jack off to me, I'll bet those guys do too."
She lay with her legs spread apart, her blonde pussy wet and creamy, her fingers twiddling her clit ever so gently. She pictured all those men jerking their pricks to her, and the mere thought of it thrilled her beyond imagination.
"I love that," she murmured, "I love them jackin' off to me."
Her finger worked faster. She arched her hips off the bed and thrust her pussy upward to meet the probe of her greasy finger-fuck.
"Come on guys, jerk to me!" she panted. "Let me see you thump that prick. Oh, yeah. Beat it! Whip it! Jack it! Jerk to me. Jerk to me. Make yourself feel good. Think of my ass. Don't I have a nice ass? Wouldn't you like to feel my ass? But you can't. What makes you think you can feel my ass? But you can whack-off to me. I'll even bend over and let you look at my fine ass while you pump your big, hard prick."
She kept mumbling to herself, seeing all those men masturbating to her.
"Do I like seem' you jerk it? You bet I do. Keep doin' it. Faster. That's good. Like that. Oh, jerk it. Jerk it! Keep on jerkin' to me. Let me see how good you do it. Look at my ass and fuck your fist."
She was finger-fucking herself wildly now, her hand a twirling blur as she diddled her sweet pussy. She felt so good.
And tomorrow was the football game. She'd get all dressed up in her cheerleading uniform. She'd cheer in front of the grandstand, in front of all the boys, all the men, and they'd be hot for her, and she'd look real good, and they'd be droolin' over her fine, tight ass.
"Yeah, pump prick. Pump your prick until it shoots off," she whispered, then felt the surge of ecstasy she was coming to love so much.
She was thinking how Mr. Holiday would be up there in the window of his office jerking on his huge cock while he watched her perform.
"You dirty old man. God, I love you!" she babbled, feeling the full force of another glorious climax.
CHAPTER SIX
Suzanne waited to take the field for the cheerleader's first routine before the home fans. She looked adorable and alluring. Her tiny blue cheerleading skirt rode high on her smooth, tanned thighs where it whirled and swirled with inverted white pleats. It was tight on her hips and curved in like a glove on her Goddess ass.
She wore a tight white neater that had a blue JH on the shoulder with blue trims on the sleeves. The sweater was pushed out proudly by her ripe, teen tits as they splashed against the front, big and round as softballs.
Her legs were encased in dark red knee socks tipped off with blue and white tennies, and under her skirt she was attired in shiny tight red bloomers that cradled her hips and ass snugly. The bloomers scrunched in at her crotch to form a sweet, soft muffin.
Just before the game began, the girls took the field. Suzy immediately looked up at Mr. Holiday's window and saw his shadow.
Oh golly. He is up there, she thought. This thrilled her, and she knew he'd have a big erection in her honor.