After the game Suzy was stopped by a photographer for the local newspaper, Mr. Holt. He had been taking pictures of the game.
"You model at Penny's at the Saturday morning Junior Miss Show, don't you?" he said.
"Yes." Suzy was proud of this achievement which had recently come to her, for it gave her a chance to make some money, wear the latest fashions, and of course show off a little.
She looked at the man who seemed to appreciate her fair beauty. He had dark-brown hair and a square, proud jaw. He was near six feet, thin, and well-tanned.
"Well, I'm doing a layout for a fashion magazine in New York, taking some photos, puffing together a feature for them, and I thought you might be interested in doing some modeling for it," Mr. Holt said. "Of course you'd be paid," he added quickly.
"Well, sure. I guess. I mean what…"
"I'll be doing junior fashions. I will have the clothes for you to model."
"How much do I get paid?" Suzy asked.
"A hundred dollars."
"Golly, sure. When?"
"Sometime in the next few days. If you'll give me your phone number, I'll call you with a date and time."
Suzy did this and parted excitedly from the photographer, happy about her new modeling career, which was something she was hoping she could go into when she left town and went to Kansas City.
She snuck into the school when no one was looking and climbed the stairs to Mr. Holiday's office, knocked, and went in.
"How didja like me the second half?" she asked.
"You were marvelous, Suzy." He was sitting in his chair behind his desk.
"I saw you in the window, too." She came over to him. "Why don't you take your slacks down?"
He quickly took his slacks and shorts down and let them fall around his ankles. His cock looked like a soft hunk of bologna between his legs. Suzy stood before him. She pulled her skirt up.
Mr. Holiday was pleased with her brazen behavior. She stood before him, an angel in blue and white, with her inverted pleats up in fluffy crinkles on her juicy teen hips. Her red panties were so snug at the crotch Mr. Holiday thought perhaps they might scrunch her pussy, but to his delight they were beautiful.
Suzy swayed in and out, to the right, then to the left, smiling salaciously, watching Mr. Holiday's face and his eyes, then looking down to see his cock begin its monumental rise.
"Bet you wanna see my ass, too." She sighed as if she were torn between giving him a look and not.
"Indeed I do, darling."
Suzy turned, still holding her skirt up and gave Mr. Holiday a good look at her prizewinning ass. The red bloomers looked as though they had been painted on, and sweet slices of her ass jiggled below the tight elastic band.
"And a most magnificent ass it is, my sweet Astarte," Mr. Holiday murmured.
"Astarte?" Suzy was quick to ask, flashing a glance over her shoulder, putting her hands on her knees, wobbling her ass around and around.
"The Phoenician Goddess of reproduction and fertility," Mr. Holiday informed her.
"Oh, sir, how you talk."
She turned back around and thumbed her bloomers, all the time watching how his prick got harder and harder until it towered like a mammoth hunk of lead.
Suzy left her bloomers around her knees, then unzipped the tiny skirt, undid the button in back, and let it fall to the floor in front of Mr. Holiday.
She tugged her pants down and gave him a shot at her sweet cunt. Then she took her bloomers off and proceeded to start a slow bump and grind as she moved in on him.
Suzy straddled over him like she had seen Miss Peterson do to Duane. His cock was so big she could stand up and it still reached her pussy, thumping, the head mashed against her cunt-muffin.
"Now, put it in me," she whispered.
Mr. Holiday fisted his cock and manipulated the cockhead into her mushy pussy.
"Ah, ooooohhhhh," came the long, sweet sigh from Suzy, feeling for the first time, a real live, hot, hard prick in her darling pussy.
He only shoved in the prick lip. She stood with her legs astraddle, over him, looking down into his passionate face, seeing the wrinkles of passion crinkle his manly forehead. She moved ever so slowly on his cock, screwing her school girl hips around and around on the immense prick.
She loved how it felt in her cunt, so warm and hard. She liked the hot friction of the cock and cunt. She fucked down on him, bending her knees slightly, letting him shove another inch of his huge prick into her juicing young cunt.
"Now we are fucking, aren't we?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes, my dear. Yes, darling. We are now fucking, and you are the one… you are fuckin' me," he babbled.
"Aren't you lucky," she said.
"Oh, I know I am," Mr. Holiday blurted. "You're so beautiful; you're so very fine. You are a dream, my sweet Suzanne."
She liked when he tossed platitudes at her like this. She stood astraddle him, her legs slightly bent at the knees, naked except for her red knee socks, her blue and white tennies, and, her tit bulging white sweater. She looked magnificent. Her ass appeared as though it had been carved and chiseled from fine ivory.
Mr. Holiday peered up into her pretty face, seeing the straight bangs on her forehead, and the part in the middle of her hair as it pulled back into the ponytail tied with the bright, red ribbon. Her oval face was flushed with desire. Her luscious pink lips glistened with electric excitement.
She moved her hips, undulated them backed forth, manipulating Mr. Holiday's big, horse prick so that it moved back and forth as a big hard rod between them, connecting them, making them one in love and passion.
He reached behind her, cupped her ass lovingly, clinched and pinched his fingers into the pliant ass cheeks, and fanned his hands all over the curvy ass. He slid his hand up her back and under her sweater unhooking her bra.
Suzy fucked slowly on him, her chin tucked in as she looked down and watched the sweet, hot fucking. Occasionally she'd look up and into Mr. Holiday's handsome, mature face.
Feeling her bra fall loose, she pulled her sweater up and over her head. She took the bra off. Her incredible teenaged tits sat high and proud, round and big. Mr. Holiday clutched them in his hands, massaged them and squeezed them gently.
Suzy absolutely loved the feel of his thick prick in her pussy. She rolled her ass around, and around, and around, fucking down on his bulging, big cock.
She managed to dip her knees a couple of inches and take another inch of his cock. Now she had at least four big inches in her little cunt.
Delicious tingles of pleasure shivered through her. She reached down and fisted the rest of Mr. Holiday's cock in her hand. She rotated her ass, screwing him like a champion.
"You are a dream fuck," he gulped. "Oh, yeah?" Suzy smiled. "Uh-huh. You are every man's dream, Suzy."
"Then you really are lucky," she said. "Oh, yes. Oh, Suzy, the way you're fuckin' me! Oh, pretty baby doll."
"You like, huh?"
"I love it!" he huffed, and began a slow humping motion off the chair, pushing ever so gently in and out, up and into her squishy pussy.
His hands played with her tits, then they slid down around her hips and once again he cupped her magic ass. Suzy fucked a bit faster now. Their eyes met. Passion and fire.
"You sweet sonofabitch!" he blurted. "Ooooooh, you talk naughty, sir."
"You adorable, lovable cock-fucker," he whispered. "You Goddess bitch!"
"Jeez," Suzy murmured. She loved it when he talked like this. It made her hot, and sent pangs of passion through her belly.
Suzy rotated her hips, continually fucking the teacher as she stood astraddle of him.
"Whew, you sweet, cock-fuckin' cheerleader. You hot, beautiful cunt."
"Yeah, well you're a naughty cunt-fucker, sir," Suzy said salaciously. "You know you shouldn't have that big prick of yours up in my cunt like that."
"Oh, but I should. My cock should be in your cunt all the time, forever. We should fuck forever."
"Oh, huh, yeah. Oh, yeah – forever."
"You dirty little bitch," he panted.
"You nasty old man," she answered.
"You hot cock-fucker."
"You dirty girl-fucker," she retorted, and now her ass was swirling in swift strokes, and then she began humping in and out, fucking down on Mr. Holiday's hard cock.
She stuck out her hands, clasping them to his shoulders for balance. Her legs were spread wide, and her feet were fiat on the floor, her knees bent. She was fucking him beautifully.
Faster now, she picked up the beat. She felt his cock expand inside her pussy. She fucked faster. She knew he was going to cum. She could see the pleasure on his face, and the anticipation.
A ripple of climax began within Suzy. She could feel it spread. Then she felt the spray of cream as Mr. Holiday blasted out his wad. The hot gush filled her with a warm glow. She shook and shuddered into a fabulous climax.
"I'm fuckin' it off!" he cried. "I'm cumming!"
"I know. I know." Suzy's voice trailed off, then her body stiffened. Mr. Holiday fucked up off the chair, shoving his cock in and out of her spritzing cunt.
"Ah! Whoof! Ohhhh!" Suzy exclaimed, as she came.
"Suzy, darlin'!" Mr. Holiday yelped.
"Ah, uhhhhhh," Suzy babbled. "You're shootin' off in my… in my… ah, uhhhhhh!"
"In your pussy!" he called, fucking his last bit of cream into her.
"Yeah, my pussy," Suzy whimpered.
"I love you, Suzanne," Mr. Holiday whispered, looking into her beautiful face.
She was climaxing, and her face was filled with the pleasure.
"I'm glad," she managed to choke out, then fell over on top of him, his squirting cock slapping up against her belly.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss, and as their mouths opened, as their tongues fucked and slapped at each other's, Suzy muffed out sweet words to her teacher. "I love you, too, Mr. Holiday."