Suzanne Kent knew she was attractive to men, and even tough she was only a teenager, she had seen and appreciated the lusty looks in her classmates' eyes at Jefferson High School. Yes, even in her teachers' eyes.
Suzy was a virgin, but she couldn't help wondering what she could do with her beauty and her sweet sexiness.
Indeed she was beautiful and sexy. She stood five-feet-four in her magnificent beauty.
Her hair was long, honey-blonde. She had it parted in the middle and it flowed back and down on her shoulders.
She walked the hall at school in a black miniskirt, a tight pink sweater, and little high heels that were shiny-white. The skirt rustled and crinkled on her hips, pulled in daringly on her Goddess ass. As she walked, her young hips swayed salaciously.
Suzy had big, round tits and they bobbed beautifully in the tight, pink sweater, pushed out against the material in all their splendor.
Her face was round, angelic, and she could have been a candidate for Miss Teenage America. Yes, Suzanne had it all.
Her smooth golden-brown legs tapered beautifully and were encased in red knee socks, and she had on white tennis shoes. Her hair was tight to her head and tied into two delightful ponytails that bobbed at the sides of her head. Her adorable, round face was shining like an angel. She had on a wine blush that made her cheeks glow. Her pouting, thick lips were glossed thickly with a pink lipstick. Her lake blue eyes and fine nose set off her beautiful face.
Her skirt swirled around her magnificent ass as she walked, and she was aware of the fuck hot stares the boys were giving her. She liked the way they drooled over her.
It gave her a sense of power.
I could probably get them to do anything I wanted them to do, she thought, and she had to stifle a sweet smile.
She felt this was the day she might get Mr. Holiday to bend her way. She shivered at the thought of his rugged handsomeness, and the way he looked so much like Robert Redford. It puzzled her that all the other teachers wanted to look at her, wanted to play with her, but Mr. Holiday wouldn't give her a turn.
He seemed so intent upon his teaching, so upright, so strong, so moral. Oh, God, how she wanted to kiss him. To have him hold her would be totally insane. Totally awesome.
It's not unusual for a schoolgirl to have a crush on her teacher, and certainly all the girls at Jefferson desired Mr. Holiday, but Suzy's desire was not so much infatuation as fantasy of having the older man love her, adore her, and take care of her.
Suzy had never had a father. Her mother had become pregnant and refused to marry, so Suzy came into the world fatherless.
Perhaps he was a father-image to her, but beyond that she was taken by his handsome good looks, his All-American physique, and actually everything about him.
She knew she was the most beautiful girl in school; she knew also that she had developed very well for a teenager, and had all the assets of a young woman, especially her ripe, young tits, and her well-curved ass.
She sat in his class later that morning trying to gain his attention. Mr. Holiday lectured about Stephen Crane's short stories.
"His tender, touching story of Maggie, Girl of the Streets, is about a young waif caught in the New York slums who had a battering mother, a drunken father; a victim of fear, environment and social values of the lower class."
Mr. Holiday leaned against his desk. He wore a brown tweed jacket, a blue buttoned-down shirt, tight jeans, and a pair of brown loafers. His tie was loose.
Suzy shifted in her little desk, and let her skirt ride high on her smooth, tanned thighs, hoping the teacher would see how delicious she could look.
She leaned back in her desk to stifle a fake yawn and her big, round tits splashed suggestively against her tight, white vest. Still Mr. Holiday gave her no notice.
Suzy crossed her legs, hoping maybe he would glance up there, see her bright powder-blue bloomers, and get an eyeful of her charms.
Nothing.
She knew one thing that would get him. He was dead against chewing gum. He thought it ill-mannered. She had a good wad of bubble gum in her mouth and pretending she had forgotten, she blew out a sweet pink bubble, her juicy lips puckered provocatively.
This indeed caught Mr. Holiday's attention. He reprimanded her in front of the class, then as the bell rang, he asked her to stay for a moment.
When everyone had left, he closed the door. "I've made it very clear that you are not to chew gum in my class, Miss Kent."
"I'm ever so sorry, sir… I completely forgot."
"See that it doesn't happen again, will you?"
"I…"
They looked at each other for a moment. She trembled all over from being alone with him, and from having his eyes on her. She smiled demurely.
"I wonder if you could go over Shakespeare's Hamlet with me, sir. I just don't think I really understand the play-within-a-play concept."
"You may come to my office after school this afternoon."
Suzy was excited about the opportunity to be with the handsome teacher alone in his office, and just before the time came to meet with him, she went to the girls' room. She blushed her cheeks with a dark wine rouge and painted her lips again with a thick, luscious, pink lip-gloss. She combed out her long, honey-blonde hair.
She knocked on his door.
"Come in."
She entered, splendid in her black mini, the tight pink sweater, the white heels. Her big tits bobbed sexily in the sweater.
She smiled.
Mr. Holiday was sitting at his desk. "You wanted to discuss Hamlet, Miss Kent."
Oh how she loved this older man. At least she thought she loved him. There was something about him, and his proud, cool demeanor, his incredible mature handsomeness, his whole being, that simply turned her on.
"Yes, I really don't know if I understand the play within the play, sir."
She put her purse on the floor, bending over, her back to him as she did so. The little black skirt pulled in crisply on her wonderful, young ass. Mr. Holiday could see the lines of her panties arching against the skirt.
He motioned her into a chair next to his desk, then pulled his closer to hers. They sat almost side by side in back of his desk.
Mr. Holiday could not help but smell the delicious scent of Suzy's perfume, a generous dose of Taboo that she had applied. Suzy could also sniff the manly aroma of his Old Spice aftershave, which she liked very much. It made her tremble to be so near the handsome teacher.
"The play within the play, what we call the mousetrap is just that, Suzanne… a trap Hamlet devised to trap his conniving uncle, who had killed his father and married his mother."
Suzy moved closer to him so that she could peer at the text he had spread before them on the desk. Her thigh touched his.
"Hamlet wanted to make his uncle squirm a bit, by letting him know that he was aware that the uncle had killed his father, the King, then married his mother only to become the new king."
"Oh, I get it." Suzy turned to smile at him, and one of her big tits rubbed against Mr. Holiday's arm. The firm, round 36B's pushed beautifully against the thin pink sweater. They were fabulous tits, but not too big for her splendid, luscious body.
Mr. Holiday gazed into her blue eyes, her lovely, young face, noticing the sparkle of her face, her apple-red cheeks, her pink, wet pouty lips.
She turned so that her tits moved away from his arm, but the electricity that passed between them was still vibrating, and her thigh was still mashed to his.
"Good," he said, "we'll be having a test on it."
"Thank you so much for explaining it to me, sir," Suzy said.
They sat there together for a silent moment.
"Well," he said, "will that be all then?"
Suzy then noticed the swelling in Mr. Holiday's jeans. Her eyes widened at the strength of the erection that pushed up against the tight denim.
He wanted to stand up and excuse her, but he knew this would certainly draw her attention to his big hard-on. Suzy kept looking at the bulge in his jeans, then she looked up at him, smiled coyly, and their eyes met in a flicker of passion.
"You may leave, Miss Kent," he said.
He's so handsome, Suzy thought. I'll never get a chance to be this close to him again. What should I do?
Her mind turned over all kinds of possibilities. Suddenly she said, "Would you like to kiss me, sir?"
"Please, Suzanne, don't get out of line."
"What?"
"That wouldn't be right at all," he said. "Why?"
"Well, because you are my student, and you shouldn't ever think about something like that."
"Like kissing?"
"Yes, ah…"
"But what's wrong with a kiss, sir?" She moved closer to him, their bodies alive and sizzling now with the excitement of the situation.
"Well, I just couldn't do that, Suzanne," he whispered, "it wouldn't be right… I mean you are a student, I'm the teacher, and besides, I'm forty-three years old."
"You can kiss me," Suzy said. "I'll bet you really wanna, don't you… I won't tell anyone, I promise."
He hesitated. It was certainly an invitation that intrigued him. Of course he wanted to kiss her. Who wouldn't have wanted to kiss such a lovely, sexy young lady?
Suzy turned her face up to him and offered her lips. He couldn't resist.
"If you promise not to tell," he whispered, and his lips met hers in a light kiss.
Suzy trembled. His lips were open, and they were so soft, so nice. He gave a thrill to her with his manly kiss. His tongue licked slowly, lewdly over her puckered lips, then he put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her against him, and their lips mashed harder in a wild, wet, French kiss.
Suzy's tits pressed against his chest. His other hand went around her waist, and he felt the thinness of her belly, the lush soft slope of her hip.
His cock thumped wildly in his jeans. Suzy, puckered and hot, put an arm around his shoulders, and her other hand lay lightly on his thigh.
They broke the kiss, both gasping for breath.
Suzy's hand slid into the crotch of his jeans, and lingered there on the huge, banana bulge of his stiff cock.
"You sweet, marvelous, darling," Mr. Holiday murmured.
"Oh, sir," Suzy whimpered.
His hand went to her tits, and he cupped them lightly, feeling the beautiful roundness, the firm hardness, and the beauty of their teenaged ripeness.
Suzy squeezed on his stiff cock. A swoop of thrilling excitement swept through her body. It's so darn big, she thought to herself, as her hand clutched on the cockstalk though his tight jeans.
Mr. Holiday continued to fondle her tits, playing with them and inspecting them as if they were expensive jewels he was intending to purchase.
He dropped one hand and slid it up her tanned thigh, up under her skirt, lifting the littie black mini as he pushed upward until his fingers were touching her inner thighs. Then he plunged his hand into her panties.
"Ahhhhhh," Suzy sighed.
"Oh, my dear," Mr. Holiday whispered.
He lifted her skirt now, over her waist to reveal a sweet pair of ice-blue panties that were scrunched up at the crotch and bulged into a muffin by her dear little, honey-blonde cunt.
"Oooooh," Suzy whimpered.
"Oh, Suzanne, we shouldn't be doing this," Mr. Holiday muttered.
"But I like you so much, sir, besides… I won't say anything. I won't tell."
Her hand rubbed on the hard erection, as she continued, to seduce her handsome teacher, and to torture him with her young beauty and her classic teenage charm.
"I could lose my job. Do you understand that?" he said.
"I know, sir, but you won't."
"Oh, God!" he whispered in a hush of passion.
"We can just play like this, and it won't hurt anything," Suzy sighed.
He was torn between continuing with Suzy and calling it all off immediately, but he couldn't resist her luscious body in his hands, her darling face, and her sweet smell. He was hers.
He rubbed his fingers into her soft pussy, feeling the wetness seep through the thin nylon onto his fingertips. Suzy began to toy with his fly, unzipping it down ever so slowly.
He stood up, puffing her with him, leaned back against the desk, pushed into her, held her tight, and kissed her wildly, his hands fanning out behind her on her lovely ass.
Suzy felt the incredible hardness of his cock pressed into her belly. She rubbed her wet pussy on his thigh. He lifted her skirt again and held it up around her waist where it stayed by itself, because it was so tight. He plunged his hands into her panties and felt the smooth, slick curve of her, naked ass.
"Mmmmmmm," he mumbled.
They kissed for an indeterminable time, both enjoying the luxury of their passion, and he slicked his tongue into the bubbling recesses of her mouth, tasting the sweet bubble-gum.
"Should I take your jeans down, sir?" Suzy asked, unbuckling the button, letting them flap open. He wore no shorts and as the jeans crinkled downward his immense prick flapped out.
"God," Suzy gasped, looking down, seeing the most handsome prick a young girl could possibly see.
"Ahhhhh, gee! Oh, sir!"
His jeans fell to his knees. His cock stood out a foot long. Suzy could not take her eyes off the fantastic erection which was round, thick as a flashlight, hard as iron, and so damn long that it amazed and frightened her.
The knob-head of his huge prick was dripping and glistening with thick cream. The cock stood out proud, long, and throbbing like a wild fish on a hook.
Suzy could not take her eyes from this new fascination. A man's prick… a real live, hard prick… and she loved the sight of it so hard and long, so alive for her.
She stood a couple of feet away from him, her skirt fluffed up on her waist and her blue, honey-packed panties snug to her hips and pussy.
The teacher and student stood and admired each other, then their eyes met.
"Should I hold your cock, sir?" Suzy asked.
"Yes, yes," he puffed hotly, then reached out, rubbed his hand into her panties, caressing her cunt through the blue nylon. He dunked down into her panties, felt the wiry, little blonde coils of cunt hair massed there, then slicked his finger up and down the wet, sticky cunt slit.
Suzy grasped his prick in her little hand. Oh, how she loved the feel of that big, squirting prick, the hard smoothness of the pulsing cockstalk, the immense love it radiated to her hand. She squeezed lightly, then harder, and watched cum spit from the cockhead.
He fingered into her cunt, slicked in and out, and gave her a soft finger-fuck.
"We shouldn't do this," he whimpered.
"I know," she panted.
Then they kissed wildly. Their lips met in a hot, wet kiss as their hands continued to work magic down below, on his cock and in her cunt.
"Oh, God," he huffed, then turned her around, and again he sat down in his chair.
"I want you to stand in front of me," he said. Quickly, he doffed his jeans and sat with his cock standing up hard like an iron bar. Suzy gazed at it, loving the way it spurted juice that flew from the head and spit high into the air.
"Take your skirt off," he said.
Suzy unbuttoned the skirt at the side, zipped it down and let it fall at her feet. She stood in adorable beauty before him in her blue panties, pink sweater, and white high heels.
"You're wonderful," Mr. Holiday whispered hotly, his eyes glazing over her marvelous, young body.
"Your prick is so big, Mr. Holiday. How big is it?" Suzy whispered, and turned to the desk, brought back a ruler, bent down and placed the wooden measuring tool along the stalk of his throbbing cock.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "Sir, it's over ten inches."
He smiled proudly, then reached up and tugged her panties down around her thighs. He kissed her thighs, licked his tongue off and over the smoothness of her legs, then muffed his face into her golden cunt. He kissed her cunt lovingly.
"Ahhhhhh, jeeeezzz," Suzy muttered.
"Mmmmm," the teacher gurgled.
His hands fanned behind her and he clutched the darling cheeks of her splendid ass.
"Sir, sir," she whimpered, "you're lickin' me down there, oh."
He certainly was. His tongue was long, wet and sleek. He flapped it against the delicious softness of Suzy's sweet pussy, licking up and down the slick slit, in big slow laps that thrilled the young girl who had never experienced anything that had felt so good as her teacher doing what he was doing.
Mr. Holiday felt guilty, but hadn't she asked for this? Isn't this what the beautiful girl wanted? He'd tried to resist her. He did his best, but now he was in a swoon of delight as he clutched her fine ass in his hands and licked her pussy.
Her panties fell slowly down her legs, around her knees, then fluffed out at her feet. She stepped out of then, spread her legs a little, planted her feet wide apart, then pushed her hips at her teacher's gaping tongue.
He found her clit and wildly wiggled his tongue at it.
"Oh! Oh!" Suzy gasped loudly. "Oh! Ohhhhh!"
His fingers pinched the pliant cheeks of her incredibly smooth, glass-like ass.
His tongue twiddled and tickled Suzy's clit, sending sizzling tingles of sheer delight through her entire body. She never knew she could feel so wonderful.
"Oh, sir," she sighed longingly, lovingly, looking down, her chin tucked into her collarbone as she watched Mr. Holiday's long, pink tongue fuck at her pussy.
She placed her hands on his shoulders for balance, because suddenly her knees were weak, her whole body was shuddering, and then she came.
The ripple of climax started slowly as his tongue massaged her hard, little clit.
"Ah… ahhhhh!" she cried.
The climax picked up steam and took control of her, making her shudder wildly, her entire being consumed by the fabulous feeling of her orgasm.
She pushed her wonderful pussy at Mr. Holiday's dog-lapping tongue. He opened his mouth wide and sucked her whole cunt into it, then nibbled her clit as he sucked her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" she yelped. "Ohhhhhhh, sir! Sir! Whooooooooo!"
She came, and she came, and she came, and she loved every second of the tingling thrill.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm," the teacher muttered, as he chewed, tickled, and sucked her cunt.
She was pulled over, jerked at the waist as her climax gripped her. She rode out the magnificent feeling, delighted and thrilled with the divine rapture that flied her.
"Mmmm, mmmmm, phew," she sighed, coming down from that heavenly cloud that had magically taken her to a new plateau of ecstasy.
She shook all over. Her whole body tingled in the afterglow of the beautiful orgasm. She fell back against the desk. Mr. Holiday sat back in the chair, huffing and puffing, his horse-cock still sticking up, but now big streams of thick, white cream had spilled out down the long cockstalk so that it looked like an ice cream cone that was melting in a hot summer sun.
"Sir, you made me feel soooooo good," Suzy whimpered, barely able to speak, she was trembling so badly.
"You're not going to tell anyone about this are you?"
"Oh, no, never, sir."