The next morning, Suzy borrowed some clothes from Bethany. She loved her friend, and she felt sad that she would have to leave her, but then the thought of being with Mr. Holiday filled her mind, and she was delighted by the prospect of her life with him on the Lake of the Ozarks.
She snuggled into a flashy red knit tank dress that molded to her figure like a second skin. It was made of Lycra spandex, so it fit exceedingly tight, and the garment stretched with every move of her body. It was as if she had wrapped herself in a wet bathing suit that was two sizes too small for her. But she wanted to look good for her new lover, Mr. Holiday. She found a pair of Bethany's luscious lace anklets; sweet little ruffled rose lace socks in stretch nylon that fluffed out on her ankles. Then she slipped into a pair of black high heels.
It was a super sexy get-up, and it was an outfit Suzy probably never would have worn to school, but this was special; it was probably her last week at Jefferson, and she wanted to look sexy and attractive to Mr. Holiday.
She had washed and fixed up in Bethany's room at her half-bath, then went to the main bathroom to comb her hair which was now roughly parted in the middle, her golden curls falling in yellow laces on her shoulders.
An arm reached out from a bedroom and jerked her in.
"Why, Mr. Sizemore!" Suzy exclaimed in complete surprise.
"I've been so hot for you," he whimpered hotly. His hands began an exploration of the tight dress. Her tits were especially inviting, and he ran his hands eagerly over them.
"But, Mr. Sizemore, Bethany and your wife are up here."
"Not in this room. This is the guest bedroom. No one comes in here."
He kissed her madly.
"But sir," Suzy protested, "I'm going steady now."
The young girl wanted to say true to her lover, Mr. Holiday. She loved him. She admired him. She worshipped him.
Mr. Sizemore puffed, his breath hot in her face.
"But, I can't, sir. I mean this is bad timing." Suzy had a flash that life was nothing but timing.
Mr. Sizemore felt her ass. Suzy tore his hands away. "I told you I'm going steady, sir!" she snapped.
"You're the most beautiful female specimen I've ever seen," Mr. Sizemore panted. "Men would give up anything for you."
"They already have, sir," Suzy said.
"Oh, Suzy, please!" he pleaded.
"No."
"Here, I'll pay you if you'll just let me feel you up and beat me off, jerk it like you did the last time."
Mr. Sizemore pulled out his wallet. His hands shook like branches in the wind. He fumbled into the wallet, took out all the money, and handed it to Suzy.
She could quickly see that there was more than five hundred dollars in the clutch of bills he offered, maybe quite a bit more.
"Oh, jeez, I'm goin' steady," she whispered, staring at the money.
"But who will know, Suzy?" he whimpered. "I'm sure as hell not gonna tell anybody."
"All that?" Suzy said, painting to the money. "Yes, and anytime you want more, all you have to do is come see me and ask for it."
"Really?" Suzy said.
"You're damn right," he offered confidently. "Like if we got together every once in a while, you'd pay for it like this?" Suzy asked.
She grabbed the stash of cash. "I'm leavin' town, Mr. Sizemore, but maybe we could meet in Kansas City now and then. I'd have to call you."
From his wallet he whipped out a business card. "I can be there in a flash, just call me at the office."
Suzy took his card, put it in her purse with the thick fold of money he had offered her. "I guess you can feel me up then."
His hands glided over her body, inspecting each luscious, young curve. His lips were hot when they met her pinkly-glossed mouth. His kiss was hot and passionate. His hands clutched her ass. He pressed to her. She could feel the hard outline of his thick, hot-dog prick.
"You are a naughty old man, aren't you, Mr. Sizemore?" Suzy blurted, not really wanting to say this, and denigrate the generous gentleman, but the words seemed to escape without any control from the young beauty.
He lifted the thin hem of her dress, kept pulling it up her tanned legs. "Maybe naughty, maybe madly in love with you, Suzy," he gulped in a low growl.
"You're gonna feel me all over, right?"
"Yeah, feel you up."
"Well, go ahead, that's what you want, isn't it? That's what you need, Mr. Sizemore," Suzy said, and then unzipped his fly and yanked out his big, thick prick.
"And you want me to jerk this big cock off for you, too, don't you?"
"Oh, yes."
She got a good grip on his cock. He had her dress up now way above her waist, showing off her pretty pink panties. He plunged his hand into the crotch of the panties, rubbing full-blast on her cunt.
"You're gonna have to pay a lot, if you're gonna wanna do this kinda stuff with me," Suzy said.
"I don't care!" He stuck his hand down into her panties.
"You are so bad, sir. These are Bethany's panties. You're into your daughter's panties."
"You little, darling, sweetheart fucker," he wheezed.
"All these clothes I got on belong to Bethany."
"I love you," he barked.
"Sure, and you want me to beat you off, don't you?"
"I'm dyin' for it."
"Okay, then, I'm gonna beat you off, Mr. Sizemore, 'cause you gave me all that money. I'm gonna pump your prick and make it shoot off. How'd you like that?"
"It's what I want."
"You know it is."
She had a clutch-grip on his fat prick. She stood in front of him, and with an over handed grip she began a wild jerk on his hot, hard cock.
Suzy drove the man wild, standing there with her dress bunched up around her waist, her lace anklets, her whole persona radiating her enigmatic loveliness.
Her hand did a pull-and-push on his prick, hammering in and out with an underhanded action now, slicking the fat cockstalk on her palm.
She jerked faster and faster. His hands roamed all over her teen-queen body – first the ass, her tits, her hips, then he plunged his fingers into her pussy.
Suzy jerked wildly on his cock, but she had it under, control. She knew how men liked it. She knew how to masturbate a man so he would feel better than he'd ever felt before. She knew how special she was to Mr. Sizemore. She could see it in the look upon his impassioned face.
"You like this, don't you?" she whispered.
"Yes… yes," he sighed. "Yes, yes!"
"I'm gonna beat it until it shoots, Mr. Sizemore, and you're gonna keep on playin' with my pussy, aren't you?"
"Mmmmmm," he huffed.
"Now, sir. Let me move over to the side so you can shoot all over. Don't want you to shoot on your daughter's panties, and on her dress and stuff."
Mr. Sizemore came. It was a grand eruption, almost like a thunderstorm that had been brewing for hours; dark clouds, cool-hot breezes.
"Ohhhhh, Suzy!" he hollered. "Oh, darling. Sweet, sweet darling!"
"That's what they all say," Suzy said.
She watched the volcanic eruption. The cream spraying from his prick, arcing out, then plastering the carpet.
"Come on spray!" Suzy encouraged. "Spray cream, Mr. Sizemore, you bad, bad, bad sonofabitch."
"Oh, hahhha whoooo!" he whimpered softly.
His fingers diddled on her craving cunt as he shot his wad.
"Stick 'em in, don't just scratch," Suzy directed.
She pushed her hips out and he stuck three fingers into her cunt.
"You are a nasty man, in your daughter's panties like that, fingerin' me and shootin' off at the same time," Suzy shivered, "you oughta be ashamed of yourself."
But as she pumped his mustard-slick prick, she knew that Mr. Sizemore would be fading in and out of her life for a long time to come.
What she could tell, as he climaxed, was that look of absolute love and worship on his face.
"You're gonna come to Kansas City to see me, because I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, right Mr. Sizemore?"
"Oh, yes. Right!" He fell back against the wall, a prisoner, a wilted victim under Suzy's furiously applied hand-job.
"I'm gonna do anything you ask me to do," he whispered, and Suzy could tell by the hot look on his face that he meant what he said.
She jerked her hand in a slick slide on his mammoth cockstalk, all the time letting Mr. Sizemore roam his hands over her body, feeling every part of her gorgeous figure, his hands like tender fins.
"You're feelin' me up, aren't you?" she said.
"Yeah, yes. I'm feelin' you up," Mr. Sizemore panted. "I am really feelin' you, and you are really pumpin' me."
"I'm doin' more than just pumpin' you sir. I'm beatin' you off. And you love it," Suzy said.
He shot out his load. His prick bloated in her hand and sprayed a steady cream-stream, a thick gooey splash of cum.
"Yeah, that's it," Suzy said. "It's the only way I have of knowing whether you're bullshittin' or not."
His cock was squirting like a ruptured lawn hose, and she knew he wasn't bullshitting anything with her, and this made her feel real good.
"I'll do anything, give you anything, just let me keep bein' near you!" Mr. Sizemore barked, humping over at the waist, still shooting his thick, lewd load.
"Well, I'll have to think about that," Suzy said. "You're just probably another big, bad daddy." Her hand was a blazing blur on his cock.
Finally she had milked Mr. Sizemore dry. Suzy looked into his face, saw the pleasure, the ecstasy etched there. She smiled sweetly at him, and then she let go of his prick. The thick prick spit out a last drop of cum that hung from the tip like a piece of yarn.
Suzy took his hankie and wiped her hand dry. She pulled her panties into place and tugged the tight tank dress back into place.
"Ooooh, look it's still squirtin' and stuff," Suzy said, eyeing his prick.
"It needs another good pumping," Mr. Sizemore whispered.
"Well, I'd like to give it one, sir, but I'm afraid your wife and Bethany are gonna catch us in here."
She smiled again and slipped out the door.