"Just take my cock in your mouth and suck it," he groaned.
That sounded simple enough, and the idea really turned her on. She grasped the thick base of his dick, opened her lips wide, and started sliding them down around his throbbing boner. Mike groaned in ecstasy as she sheathed his meat in the hot juicy flesh of her mouth.
"Jesus, yes," he panted, "now suck it!"
Shari drew in her cheeks and started sucking. She enjoyed it right away. It was a kinky thrill to have his big pulsating prick in her mouth, and she loved the salty taste of his come. She sucked greedily and fast, and Mike shuddered with pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, great!" he groaned.
Shari was glad she could do something for him. The guy was obsessed with fucking her, and that was something she'd never allow, but at least she could give him this. She suctioned the hot tasty cream from his piss hole and gobbled it.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she gurgled.
Mike was beyond words now. He just lay there panting and groaning, his flushed face twisted into a horny grimace. More thick cream boiled from his cock, and Shari sucked it up like it was candy. She decided she was a natural-born cock freak. She'd never get tired of doing this.
"Faster now, baby!" Mike moaned. "Get me off!"
Shari gave him what he wanted, sucking his prick greedily and loudly. His cock throbbed violently on her tongue, and he dug his fingers into the car seat. A few seconds later he totally lost control. He started hammering his cock over her slippery tongue.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, eat it-aaaagggghhhh!" he bellowed, flooding her mouth with boiling jism.
Shari wasn't prepared for that. The next thing she knew, sizzling juice was spurting from the corners of her lips, and her mouth was so full of his come, she had to swallow. She gulped the stuff down hungrily, wanting every drop.
"Oh, Christ, terrific!" Mike sighed at last.
His cock slipped from her mouth, and she licked her lips to get the last drops of his delicious jizz. She could hardly wait to go down on a guy again, only next time it was going to be her handsome math teacher.
Mr. Stone would just have to like this. She'd prove to him that she was a woman and that she could make him feel great. In fact the poor guy didn't stand a chance, now that Shari knew how to please him.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next day was Saturday, and that was a big break for Shari. She knew better than to approach Mr. Stone at school. He'd just tell her he was busy. But he'd be home today, and he'd have no excuse not to see her.
She told her parents she was going bike riding, then pedalled across town to her teacher's house. She knew Mr. Stone wouldn't want his neighbors to know about her visit, so she rode down the alley and hid her bike in his back yard.
She knocked on the back door, and Mr. Stone answered right away. He was wearing an apron, and he had flour all over his face. He even had flour in his hair. Shari tried not to giggle. He stared at her and, of course, he turned brick red.
"Shari!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I just dropped by to visit, Mr. Stone," she said calmly. "What happened to you? You look like you fell into a flour sack."
Stone threw up his hands.
"I was trying to bake bread," he said, "but it's more complicated than I thought."
"I'll help you," Shari said, barging into the kitchen.
She might not know a lot about sex, but she was a good cook. She soon had Mr. Stone's mess cleaned up and the dough set to rise. Then she grabbed Stone by the hand and marched him to the bathroom. She was wild about the guy, but she couldn't get very turned on when he was covered with flour.
"Into the shower," she ordered. "You're a mess."
Stone nodded sheepishly, and she left him to bathe. It was only a few minutes later that she realized she was passing up a golden opportunity. Mr. Stone was naked in that shower, which was just the way she wanted him.
Grinning wickedly, Shari took off all her clothes and slipped silently into the bathroom. Mr. Stone was still in the shower, singing to himself. He had a nice voice, but of course he was too shy to sing in front of anybody. Shari slipped into the shower beside him.
He ended his song with a croak. He stared at the cute naked teenage girl, and his mouth hung open. Shari smiled at him and grabbed the soap. She started washing him, getting wildly turned on as she caressed his hard male body.
He finally found his voice.
"Shari," he said hoarsely, "what in hell do you think you're doing!"
"What does it look like?" Shari grinned. "I'm helping you take a shower."
He started to protest, but at that instant she grabbed his cock. He gasped and looked down as she ran her soap-slick fingers around the thick pole of meat. She pumped his prick fast and firmly, and he gave a hard shudder.
"Shari," he said, "stop that. I told you, we're not going to get it on again, and that's final."
"Uh-huh," Shari purred.
He could talk all he wanted, but he wasn't going anywhere. She had a good grip on his cock. She pumped it faster, smearing it with warm soapy lather, and Stone slumped back against the stall, breathing hard and getting flushed all over.
"Shari, please, stop!" he groaned.
She paid no attention to him. Her attention was focused on his handsome big prick, and now she could feel it starting to swell. She pumped it even faster and, sure enough, it mushroomed into a hard wrist-thick column of throbbing meat.
"Oh, hell," he groaned, "now look what you did."
"Mmmmmmm, yeah, it's gorgeous!" she gurgled.
With her free hand she turned off the water. Keeping a good firm grip on his cock, she led him out of the bathroom and down the hall, where she figured the bedroom had to be. He wasn't getting away this time.
"Shari, dammit, you've got to stop this," he complained. "I can't make out with a student. I could be fired. It could ruin my career."
He yammered on, but Shari just kept leading him down the hall. She found his bedroom and drew him over to the bed. She gave him a little shove, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she knelt in front of him and wriggled between his legs. Her mouth was watering as she eyed his swollen drooling prick.
"Mr. Stone," she said, "I'm going to do something you'll just love."
He tried one last desperate protest.
"Shari, if you don't leave me alone, I'll report you to the principal," he threatened.
Shari thought that was pretty funny. "And what will you tell him?" she laughed. "That I raped you?"
Before he could answer, she dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue, and started licking his cock. He gasped and shivered, and his cock bucked against her tongue. He was feeling excitement and pleasure, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Shari was feeling pretty excited herself. She could hardly believe she was going down on the man of her dreams. She whisked her hot juicy little tongue up and down the fat blue-veined column of meat, lapping up his dripping juice and gobbling it.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she gurgled.
Stone was almost shaking with lust, and his eyes were hot and glazed. Shari wondered if he'd ever fantasized her doing this to him. She bet he had. He'd probably looked at that naughty magazine of his and imagined Shari giving him head. He'd jacked off thinking about it.
Well, now he was getting the real thing, and it was blowing him away. He stopped protesting and just sat there breathing hard and shivering with pleasure as she ran her slippery hot tongue up and down his rock-hard prick.
She lathered his cock with her hot saliva. Working her way upward, she reached the engorged purple head and swished her tongue around and around the hard bulb of meat. She soon discovered that he was especially sensitive there.
"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped. "Unnnnhhhh!"
She was on to something. She raced her steamy little tongue faster and faster around the massive head of his cock, licking up every drop of tasty cream that oozed from his piss hole. She rolled the salty juice around in her mouth and swallowed it with a greedy sigh.