The evening after the football game, the phone rang at Suzy's house. She answered it and spoke with Mr. Holt about the modeling session.
He asked for her sizes, said he'd supply the clothes, then gave her his address. "I have a studio here in my home, and we can do the shoot here."
Suzy wrote down the directions and made an appointment to appear the following night at seven.
She hung up and her mother asked, "Who was that?"
"A friend."
"I don't want no boys callin' you up," her mother said, passing her in the hall, a bottle of vodka tucked under her arm. She wore a pink robe. Her hair was in big metal rollers.
"No boys are callin' me up, Mother," Suzy said.
"Well, better not, and don't go talkin' to your girlfriends and tyin' up the line."
"Why don't you just quit bitchin' at me!" Suzy shouted. "That's all you do is bitch about me!"
"You better do like I say. I don't want you runnin' around whorin' with boys."
"Oh, jeez!" Suzy said, exasperatedly.
"What? What did you say? Did you use the Lord's name in vain?"
"No."
"Well, you're grounded. You'll stay in your room from the time school's out every night for a week. No movies, nothing."
"Oh, fuck off!" Suzy blurted, wheeled on her heels, and ran to her room.
The next day Suzy killed time after school by hanging out at the mall. She had on tight jeans and a skimpy red sweater. The jeans were bulging with her young, buxom figure. She had her familiar ponytail, and she wore a sweet pair of little red heels with tiny two-inch lifts.
She figured she'd stay away from home and her mother's strict order, just kill time, then go to Mr. Holt's far the modeling session. She was excited about the latter, being paid a hundred dollars to do fashion modeling and posing.
She ran into Bethany Sizemore, who was a cheerleader with her at Jefferson. Bethany was a real beauty. She had beautiful breasts, and her tight waist, her plush young hips, and her ass were as if she had been created to be worshipped.
Anyone could see she was beautiful. The shape of her face was square, her lips thick, her eyes dark-brown, and her hair short.
There was no doubt that she would soon rival Suzy for the title of prettiest girl at Jefferson.
"Hi," Bethany said to Suzy.
Bethany had on a pair of extremely tight blue shorts, and they rode high on her amazing young ass. She had on a white jersey top and tennis shoes with white socks.
"What'cha doin' here, Bethany?" Suzy asked.
"Just walkin' around showin' off. I love to turn on all the older men." She had a sparkle in her eye. "It's a little game I play."
"Sounds like fun," Suzy said.
"It is. There's a guy sitting down on one of the benches, see – down there towards the end." Bethany pointed to a man. "The one who looks like he's about forty, with brown hair and jeans?"
"Yeah, I see him," Suzy said.
"He's really been eyeing my ass," Bethany said.
Suzy felt good that there was another girl who liked to show off, who exposed her body and didn't mind letting men see what she had.
"I'll bet he has," Suzy said.
"He'd like yours, too," Bethany said. "Let's walk by him, then turn and see if he's lookin', okay?"
Suzy arced to this and the lovely young girls walked down the walkway at the mall. They walked past the man. They both turned, looked over their shoulders, and found him gawking at their school girl asses.
Suzy smiled at the man.
"See," Bethany said, "he's really checking out our asses, huh?"
"Yeah, he is."
Then the girls went to the Pizza Heaven and split a cheese and hamburger pizza.
"I never get along with those other girls at school. They're so prudish," Bethany said. "I know," Suzy agreed.
"I think we'd get along fine," Bethany said. "We're both real good lookin'," Suzy added. "We could probably rule the world." Bethany smiled.
Suzy took a bite of a piece of pizza, smacked the gooey stuff on her lips, bit down, and swallowed. "You ever been fucked, Bethany?"
"No, but I wouldn't mind tryin' it." She smiled. "And you know who I'd like to try it with me?"
"Who?" Suzy asked, chewing the delicious pizza.
"Mr. Holiday," Bethany whispered reverently.
Suzy gulped. "Mr. Holiday, huh?"
"Yeah, he's so handsome, so manly. I'm gonna go for him, you think that's wrong?"
"No," Suzy said, "but you don't have to go for him, as you say."
"Oh, but I'm gonna. I'm gonna make him want me."
What could Suzy do? She had competition. "Maybe you won't have to do that. I think I could speak to him about you."
"Really? You mean you know him more than just in terms of school?"
"Uh-huh."
"Ooohhh," Bethany whispered, sitting back in her chair. She put a piece of half-eaten pizza on her plate. "You got somethin' goin' with him, huh?"
"I'll never tell."
Bethany smiled. "You know my dad's rich. I could get you some money if you fixed me up with Mr. Holiday."
Suzy didn't know what to think about any of this. "Well, let me think about everything," she said, then looked at her watch and realized she must be off for her Junior Miss modeling session.
She took a taxi to Mr. Holt's house, which wasn't very far from Jefferson High School. He let her in with a wide smile. He had freshly shaven and smelled good to Suzy. She liked the lime Old Spice he was wearing. He was in good shape for his age and wore a checkered button down shirt, a pair of jeans and loafers.
He guided her to the back of his house where he had a little studio. The wall was papered with background, and a big canvas was on the floor. There was a little dressing room off to the side that was once a huge closet.
"Your clothes are in there, Suzy," he said, and set up his camera for the shoot.
"What should I wear first," she called from the room, looking admiringly at the clothes hanging from hangers.
"How 'bout the white shorts and the light blue camisole?" he said.
She took her jeans and sweater off. She was wearing pretty panties and a pink bra.
She slipped the shorts up her legs. They tightened at the lush curve of her hips. She had to struggle them up and onto her ass. She zipped them and buttoned them and noticed how very tight they were on her. She inspected the shorts in the mirror, found them high on her ass, and they crinkled in little white ripples up her crotch.
Suzy put the camisole on. It pulled lewdly at her tits. She saw little red high heels there, and put them on.
Then she walked out to Mr. Holt. "Oh, yes. Very summery, don't you think? The summer look."
"They're awfully tight, aren't they, Mr. Holt?" Suzy said.
"Well, we want you to be alluring, my dear. We want just a little of the sexy look, you know? It always gets attention. I'm sure we can sell this layout to a big magazine, and you'll become very famous."
"You really think so?"
"Absolutely," he said, then began snapping pictures. "Yes, stand with your hands on your hips. Now turn around. Good, bend over a little. Yes. Now, look bock over your shoulder."
Mr. Holt took a series of pictures in her shorts and top. Suzy noticed that he was really eyeing her, and she also saw that his cock went from hard to soft as he took pictures of her. She kind of thrilled to this happening, but of course she said nothing to the admiring man.
"Yes, sideways, hands on hips, very good figure pose. You do have a great figure, Suzy," Mr. Holt complimented with an admiring smile.
She looked like a dream in the shorts and top, her body bulging all over, with her long, smooth, tanned legs and the red high heck.
"Yes, that's nice and sexy," he said.
Then Mr. Holt suggested she change into swim attire. Suzy retired to the dressing room and put on a skimpy red bikini, bright smooth, and shiny. She hooked the red top around her chest and her tits fluffed out all squeezed together succulently.
She kept on the red high heels and returned to Mr. Holt. His eyes got big. She saw his prick thump against his slacks. Her luscious body was on display, the little bikini riding high on her ass cheeks, puffing tight into her crotch. Her tits looked like they were gonna pop right out of the bikini top.
Mr. Holt took pictures. He had her lie down on a beach towel, hold a can of Coke, and apply suntan lotion, slicking her body with the fragrant oil, rubbing it into her tan.
She was exciting lying down on the floor. Mr. Holt's prick was sticking out like a hammer now. She could see he was trembling. Finally he stopped shooting, and then he suggested she get into the skirt and tank tap in the dressing room.
His cock had wilted when she returned. She wore a light-blue, faded jean skirt of thin denim and a white, tight tank-top with thin straps. She had on little pink high heels with this outfit, and she looked gorgeous. The little denim skirt was short, and it pulled in incredibly tight against her ass. Her big tits pushed juicily at the top.
Mr. Holt took some pictures of her standing. "Turn around. Put your hands on your hips. Yes. Like that."
He took a picture of her sculptured ass curving against the tight denim. "How 'bout sitting down in that easy chair. Sit out on the edge, cross your legs. Yes, like that, Suzy."
She stationed herself on the chair and crossed her beautiful legs. "Now, put your hands behind you and lean back."
She did. Her tits splashed wildly at the little white top.
He snapped and snapped and snapped. His cock was up again, curling against his slacks in a banana-like outline.
"Now, pull your skirt up for me, Suzy." She reached down and pulled the hem high on her thighs. He eagerly took a photo of her pretty legs, in her white high heels, as the skirt flashed nicely on her smooth thighs.
"A little higher now," he whispered, focusing in on her.
"But, if I take it up any higher, sir, you can see my panties."
"Just a little higher, huh?"
She got it up a little bit without revealing her panties. He took a picture. "Higher," he said.
"I'll give you another hundred dollars," he said, leaving the camera. He pulled out his wallet and counted out two fifties and laid them with the original hundred dollars. "These pictures will be just for me, okay?"
Jeez, Suzy thought. Another hundred dollars. Wow. Just to show him her panties. Why not?
"Okay," she said, and hiked her skirt up over her sweet, pink panties.
He focused. "Oh, yes, my dear," he murmured. "Set your legs apart."
Suzy put her feet in the heels flat on the floor, kept the little blue skirt around her waist, and pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs ever so slightly.
"Oh, that's beautiful," he whispered. "A little wider, huh?"
Suzy moved her legs apart, as she sat in the chair, her tits pushing out against the white tank-top, her skirt up, her pink pantied pussy pushing against the thin nylon, a shaded muffin between her legs, so that Mr. Holt could see it through the panties.
"Why don't you take your panties down a little bit?" Mr. Holt asked.
"You said you just wanted to see 'em."
He stopped, took out another hundred dollars. "I'd like you to change clothes, put these on, and let me take some pictures of you, and here's another hundred dollars."
Suzy saw that the lingerie he was handing her was very sexy. "Just put this stuff on?" she said.
"Yes, let me shoot some photos of you dressed in this outfit."
"These are just for you, right?"
"Right."
Suzy went to the dressing room. She pulled on the dark nylons. She hooked herself into the pretty, tight, well-boned, and satin merry widow. The bra cups pushed her lovely tits upward and out. The satin-spandex pulled tightly around her middle, hugging her curves, giving her a plush, luscious look. She hooked the nylons into the garter straps. It was pretty black, with white lace down the front and she looked fabulous in it. She put on her light, pink panties, the pink high heels, made sure her hair was looking good, applied some fresh pink gloss to her lips, and waked back to Mr. Holt.
"Oh, yearns," he sighed.
"How do I look?" Suzy purred.
"Wonderful. Just wonderful, Suzy."
She saw a wet spot at his crotch, his cock all up and hard again, pushing like a door knob at his slacks. She stood before him, and let him take some pictures.
"Bend over… yeah that's nice, your hands on your knees like that."
"And you can take a good picture of my ass, right?" Suzy said, looking back over her shoulder, licking her tongue over her lower lip.
Suzy was smiling salaciously, waiting for him to snap the pose.
"Yes, yes!" he cried. "Your ass, your beautiful ass."
"Like this," she said, moving her knees, so her ass moved in a slow sway.
"Oh, yes. Pull your panties down," he panted.
"Sure, just a little," Suzy said, and reached back. She tugged the panties down over her ass, thumbed them out wide in a straight line, and held them like that. He took the picture.
She pulled the panties back up, turned around, and put her hands on her hips, standing like a teenaged Goddess in front of the drooling Mr. Holt.
"I want your panties off, Suzy. I'll give you another hundred dollars."
"Jeez. Wow." Suzy whispered. "You wanna see pussy, huh?" She looked teasingly at the bulge and the sticky spot in his slacks.
He put another hundred on the stack. Suzy watched him, and she got a strange delight from seeing the man peel off the money and pay her just to have her take her panties down.
"Okay, just for a few pictures," she said, thumbing the top of her panties. "You can see it."
He got behind the camera. She pulled her pink panties down slowly. He flashed off a series of pictures or her doing this.
"I'm gonna pull 'em down for you." Suzy finally peeled them over her golden cunt. It was so pretty, so lovely. The honey-blonde curls were beautiful. Her slit was all wet.
He gasped and flicked off pictures. Suzy kept taking the panties down, until she had them on her knees. She stopped for a moment, put her hands on her hips, bumped her hips out slowly, then took the panties all the way off.
She held them sexily in one hand, dangling from her fingers as Mr. Holt took pictures. She sat down on the chair. This was at his suggestion. She spread her legs; legs looking good in the dark sheer nylons, gartered up so tightly. She held the panties, as if holding them up for auction.
"I suppose you'd like to see my titties, too?" Suzy said.
"Oh, yes."
She cupped them and sat them up over the top of the merry widow. He trembled. His cock wiggled wildly in his slacks. He was so excited by this young girl. He felt so delightful to have her posing like this for his camera.
"What'cha gonna do with these pictures, Mr. Holt?" Suzy asked.
"Look at 'em."
"Yeah? What'cha gonna do when you look at 'em?"
"Jack off!" he blurted.
"Whewffff!" Suzy whistled. "That's what I thought."
"Stand up now," he said.
She got out of the chair and stood there in front of it. She placed her legs apart, put her hands on her hips, and pushed out her pussy, really posing for the older man.
"I'll give you one more hundred, Suzy, if you'll let me kiss it."
"You wanna kiss it, huh?" Suzy thought about how easy and exciting it was to make all this money. She liked the feeling of power it gave her. She loved the way Mr. Holt drooled over her and got so hot over her.
"Please!" he begged.
"Okay, I guess you can kiss it a little bit," she whispered, and sat back down in the chair.
He laid the new hundred on the thick stack of green, and came over to the chair. He stood looking down at the beautiful teenage princess spread out in the chair, leaning back, her hips out to the edge, her legs apart.
"You've had a hard-on all day, Mr. Holt," Suzy remarked.
"Yeah, I know. For you."
"Why don't you take it out and play with it?" she purred.
"Oh, you sweet thing," he panted, quickly unzipping his fly, and quickly yanking out a seven-inch hard-on, grasping the cockstalk, dropping his pants.
He stood above her, looking down at her beauty, stroking his hard prick. Suzy watched, liking the way his hand worked and the way he squeezed the big erection.
The pricktip foamed with his jizz. His whole cock was sticky from an evening of slow squirting. Now it was big, raw, hard, ready. He started to pump it slowly.
Suzy watched. She had her chiseled, oval face upturned, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes on his hand and cock. She swayed gently in the chair, moving her legs at the knee, swinging them in and out.
He pumped faster.
"You gonna jack off to my pictures like that, huh?" Suzy whispered.
"Right."
"You're really nasty, aren't you?" Suzy admonished. She slowly raised her ass off the chair, and rolled her hips up at Mr. Holt.
"I simply appreciate you as beautiful and sexy, Suzy," he gulped, jacking his cock faster now.
"Well, I thought you were gonna kiss it for me," Suzy said.
"Yeah, yes. I wanna," he squeaked passionately, then let himself down to his knees. He bent over and kissed Suzy's sweet, school girl cunt, gently, lovingly, his mouth open, his lips like a sealed plunger.
He sucked.
"Ahhh, offf!" Suzy gasped.
His tongue spritzed up and down the gummy cunt slit, licking and licking. His hand pumped slowly on his squirting prick.
Suzy pushed her cunt into his face. He skulled down and kissed it good. Then he licked again. He stuck one hand under her precious ass. He lifted. She lifted. He muffed his mouth to her marvelous pussy muffin.
"You like dirty pictures, too, don't yah?" Suzy whispered.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm!" he mumbled.
"You're gonna beat-off to my pictures, aren't you?"
"Mfffff, mmmmm, mfffff!"
"When you get done suckin' mean my pussy, I'll let you take one picture of me fingerin' it," Suzy whispered.
"Ooooh, yesss," Mr. Holt mumbled, chewing delightedly on her delicious cunt.
His finger slid up her ass crack. He tipped the ball of it on her ass bud, drawing sweet circles there as he munched on her pussy. Then he stuck his finger up her asshole.
"Ooohhh," Suzy moaned.
His tongue flapped wildly on her cunt. She whirled her hips off the chair, shoving her pussy at his gaping mouth. She had felt many things, but she was really liking the buzz she was now experiencing.
Mr. Holt suddenly pulled off her cunt, got up on his knees, then slugged his cock into Suzy's pussy before she had time to know what happened. It felt burning-hot in her cunt. Hard. Long. He began a slow rock and roll, sawing his prick in and out of her sucking cunt.
"Oh, wow!" Suzy sighed, looking down, watching the slow, slick slide of the hot cock.
"Oh, Suzy," he cried, "we're fucking."
"You gonna pay me for this? I mean extra?"
"To fuck you?"
"Yes, to fuck me like this," Suzy said.
"Sure I am."
"Good, good, Mr. Holt, now let's really fuck, sir."
"Like this?" he whispered, humping in and out, slugging the big hard prick in and out of her cunt.
"Yeah, like that. You're stickin' it all the way in, then pullin' it all the way out, sir."
"Huh, huh."
"Oh, shit, Mr. Holt!"
"This is fabulous!" he huffed. "Fuckin' you, Suzy!"
"Come on then, fuck me! Fuck me, damnit!" Suzy cried.
He reached up, grasped her tits, squeezed them, and pounded his huge prick into her cunt.
"You are really fuckin' me now!" Suzy squealed delightedly, feeling the sweet friction of the push and pull send vibrations to the inner core of her being.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Mr. Holt muttered, slamming his cock in and out now, really jackhammering Suzy's pussy. She liked this hot, fast fucking.
"You can't fuck me too much longer, I won't let you," Suzy said.
"Uh, huh! Uh, huh!" Mr. Holt puffed, humping like a dog-fucker in and out while his prick poured a river of steamy hot cream into Suzy's sweet pussy.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out and grabbed the sticky, cum-soaked prick stick and jerked wildly on it. Big gobs of bubbling fuck cream spewed from the bloated cockhead. Suzy watched the hot eruption. Cream jizzed through the air, arching upward, then splashing down on her thighs, and her pretty, pink merry widow; boiling goops splashed to her thighs. Hot, gooey wads splattered all over the honey colored cunt hair around her pussy.
"Masturbate that cock, Mister!" Suzy yelled.
"Uh, huh, uhhhh!" he yelped.
Suzy stuck her hand between her legs, wiped some of the thick, white gobs of cum from her pussy, then fingered into her quivering, little cunt. She fucked herself with a supple wrist action, all the time watching Mr. Holt's cock let loose the incredible steam of cream.
He was up on one knee now, pointing his cock at her, and jerking the stalk furiously. Cum spit at her. Gobs of jizz showered her tits; a drop hit her chin.
"Pump your prick!" Suzy demanded.
She looked into his passionate face and saw there the pleasure, the intensity, the desire for her.
Then he was back down on his knees again slugging his cock with his hand back into her pussy.
She came. Her whole body quaked. He fucked hard, fast rabbit-jab strokes to her. She stiffened, with her legs wide apart and her feet flat on the floor. Her hips were frozen in the air off the chair.
"Wow!" she cried.
He fucked and fucked.
She rippled with pleasure.
Suzy fell back in the chair, her arms dropping over the sides limply. Her eyes were closed. She choked and gasped to catch her breath.
Mr. Holt fucked harder and faster as if his very life depended upon bringing the lovely school girl to the ultimate climax.
"Oh, wow!" Suzy mumbled.