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.
"Well, take your jeans down all the way. I wanna see the whole thing."
He was quick in getting the jeans down along with his shorts so he could show Suzy his cock and balls. She reached out and grasped his cock. The hot cockstalk felt good in her tight grip.
"You can feel my cunt, too," she said.
He reached out and stuck his hand between her legs, patting her cunt lightly.
They stood there playing with each other's love-things. Suzy looked down and saw a gob of cream spit from Duane's cock. It spewed out and splashed on her belly.
"Oooooh, Duane. You're shootin' on me," Suzy whispered.
His finger slid into her cunt slit. He liked the wet warmth in there, and the way her pussy tightened on his finger.
"Okay, lemme kiss your prick," Suzy said. She bent over, and his hands lid out of her pussy. Suzy was bent over at the waist and she ducked in on his cock and kissed the creamy tip.
Her sweet red lips puckered on the cock tip and Duane felt a sizzle of passion grip him.
"Ah," he whimpered. "Ah, Suzy!"
She licked her tongue in a sweet swirl, almost as if she were licking the curl off a fresh Dairy Queen. This sent another swoon of delight through Duane.
She stood back up. "Okay, kiss my pussy," she said.
He knelt down on his knees. His hands went to her hips, and then slid behind her. He clutched her ass. He puckered his lips and pressed them into the candy-bar sweetness of her delicious pussy.
"Yeah, Duane. Kiss it!"
He licked her and kissed her. He pinched at her ass. Suzy loved the feeling his young tongue was giving her. Then he stood up after he thought perhaps he was overstepping his rights.
"You gonna go down in the boys' room and beat off to me now?" Suzy smiled.
"Huh?"
"You do, don't you?"
"How do you know?" Duane asked.
"You can do it now if you want to, Duane." Suzy teased, urging him to pump his prick for her, swaying sexily in front of him, pushing him back into the desk with one light palm against his shoulder.
"Do we have time?" he panted.
"Depends on how fast you go?" Suzy purred, her words sizzling out like hot huffs of steam.
Duane grabbed his big banana cock and started jerking wildly on it as he looked at Suzy's delicious body.
"Wanna see my titties, too?" Suzy whispered.
"Oh, yeah," he pleaded.
Suzy lifted her dark blue sweater over a shiny pink bra. She stuck her hands into the cups and lifted her sweet tits out over the top, letting Duane drool over the big, round tits with the little pink nipples.
He pumped faster and faster, and Suzy loved the sight.
"That's the way, Duane. Go faster!"
Just then Miss Peterson breezed back into the room to pick up a book she had left on the desk. She stopped quickly at the sight of the young boy sitting in the desk jacking his prick. Duane's hand froze. Suzy turned, looked over her shoulder.
Miss Peterson walked over. "Well, what do we have here?" she said sternly, not really knowing what to do or say, being a student teacher on her first job.
She looked with awe at Duane's cock. Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes widened. She simply couldn't believe the guy had such a big prick.
"So," she said sternly. "What are you two doin'?"
"Duane was just showing me his big cock," she said.
"I can see that."
Duane sat there, his jeans and shorts on his ankles, his prick still clutched in his hand.
"What else were you doin'?" she asked. "Well, Duane was…" Suzy paused. "Givin' himself a hand-job," blurted Miss Peterson.
Suzy liked the sound of that. "Yeah, givin' himself a hand-job and lookin' at me," she said.
"Naughty, naughty, naughty," Miss Peterson whispered, her gaze still on the big teenaged prick. "You shouldn't be doing this."
"Why?" Suzy asked.
"It's not right."
"Why?" she repeated. "It's beautiful." Miss Peterson looked at Suzy with a new admiration. "Is it? It's beautiful?"
"Sure," Suzy said.
Miss Peterson looked back at the big cock. "I guess you're right," the beautiful student teacher said. "It is beautiful."
Duane's prick thumped and squished out a gob of cream that spilled off the big head slid down his stalk and over his knuckles.
"Oooooh, it's squishin'," Suzy whispered.
Miss Peterson just stared. Her face was flushed. She was enchanted with Duane's handsome, young prick. She stood beautifully before him, her yellow sweater bursting with her big tits. Suzy stood next to her, her jeans and pink panties down on her knees.
"And I showed him my cunt, too," Suzy said.
"I can see that," Miss Peterson said, not looking at Suzy, and still staring at Duane's prick.
"What should I do?" Duane said, shyly.
"Suzanne, go puta chair against the door," Nancy said.
Suzy pulled up her pants and jeans, went to the door and slipped the top of a chair against the door handle, jarred it so it was tight, then walked back to find Miss Peterson hoisting her little black skirt up over dark nylons, a white garter belt, and up over a tiny pair of tight yellow panties that were shaded in the crotch. She let the skirt fluff on her waist and stripped the panties down, took them off, tossing them to the floor.
"Ever fucked, Duane?" she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"No," he panted.
"Well, there's always a first time." Nancy moved over him. She straddled him, coming in and down with her legs over and outside of his. His cock stood up to her.
She clutched the prick stick and drew it to her cunt. She screwed her lush hips and ass down on the big cock, taking Duane inside her already juicing pussy.
She put the big cock in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Wow, Duane. It's so big and hard."
Then she began a slow swirl on his prick. Her hips worked in a beautiful screwing action. Suzy was behind her and she could see that Miss Peterson only had half of Duane's prick in her cunt.
Maybe that's the way – maybe that's how I can fuck Mr. Holiday, she thought. Just take what I can.
Oh, how Suzy liked what she was seeing.
"Like that, Duane?" Nancy asked.
"Oh, yes ma'am," he gulped, looking up into her beautiful face, reaching for her tits, grasping them in his greedy hands, feeling the melon-like roundness of them through her yellow sweater.
Nancy put her hands behind Duane's neck, entwined her fingers there, and began to screw up and down, in and out, taking half of his big cock in her cunt, giving him his first taste of fucking-pleasure.
She loved fucking the young boy. She had fantasized something like this the whole time she had been in college, training to be a teacher, but she didn't think it would happen so soon, on her first time out as a student teacher.
"Oh, damn," she sighed.
"You're fuckin' him, aren't you?" Suzy said. "Yes I am. I'm fuckin' him… fuckin' his great big prick!" Nancy cried.
"It looks real good… can I masturbate?" Suzy asked.
"Yeah, masturbate," Miss Peterson said.
Suzy stuck her hand down in her panties and jeans, got a finger in her pussy and watched with delight as the young teacher sat on top of Duane and fucked his cock.
Her finger made her feel so good, but she also wondered how much better she might feel if she and Duane's cock in her cunt. She determined right then and there that she would fuck Mr. Holiday, that she would let him put that big prick of his in her little pussy.
"Oh, damn!" Miss Peterson cried. "Oh, damn!"
"Fuck him, ma'am!" Suzy yelped, fingering her sweet cunt.
"I am fuckin' him… aren't I, Duane?"
"Huh… uh-huh," he burbled.
She leaned in and kissed the young boy, fucked and kissed him as he continued to squeeze her big tits… and then it happened for Miss Peterson. She fucked hotly and excitedly… faster and faster she bumped up and down, until she was slicking all of his cock in and out of her big, bushy pussy.
"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."