"You sure Mr. Cavendish wants to?"
Sue was questioning Denise about a proposed date they had for that evening.
"Yes, he said to come over to his house after dark, knock at the back door and he'd let us in."
"And he's going to change all the grades on my report card to A's. He promised?"
"Yes."
"Well, God! Why not?" Sue smiled.
"Let's dress up real sexy and go over there and really turn him on."
"Yeah, let's make him pant for us like your aunt did to Danny."
"Yeahhhh," Sue said lewdly.
The girls dressed up that night, Denise in a black mini, a white tank top that left a slit of her belly showing, and white heels.
Sue wore a black dress with white polka dots on it. It was tight at the chest and waist, then flared out in sexy pleats. She also wore white high-heels.
They went to Mr. Cavendish's house. His wife was gone for the evening, and he was waiting for them when they knocked at his back door.
"Come in, girls, come in."
They followed him to the living room. He went to the bar and fixed a drink.
"Can I give you girls something?" he asked.
They had Cokes and stood at the bar as Mr. Cavendish came around to their side.
Denise took a sip of Coke, put her glass on the bar, turned to the handsome principal, lifted her little skirt and showed him her tight yellow panties.
"This is what you wanna see, huh?" Sue whispered.
"Oh, yes!" Mr. Cavendish gasped.
Sue lifted her dress, showed her nylons, the garter belt, the straps, her pink panties.
"Oh, yes, girls! Wonderful! Wonderful!" he moaned.
"And my pussy, too," Denise said. "You wanna see that, too."
She peeled her yellow panties down and let Mr. Cavendish see her sweet cunt. Sue hesitated because Mr. Cavendish immediately went to Denise and knelt down. He kissed her cunt.
"Ah, now, naughty, naughty," Denise said.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" Mr. Cavendish moaned.
Denise stepped back. "You shouldn't be kissin' my pussy, Mr. Cavendish."
"Oh, but dear."
"Well, you already made a deal for me to get A's. Now you gotta make a deal with Sue."
"Yeah, with me," Sue said. "I want you to change my grades, too, Mr. Cavendish."
She stood sexily with her skirt up.
Mr. Cavendish got up from the floor. "Yes, yes, Sue, yes. We must change your grades to A's, too."
"So?" Sue asked.
Mr. Cavendish led the girls to a bedroom with a big bed covered by a pink spread.
"I want you up on the bed, up on your hands and knees, Sue," Mr. Cavendish said.
Denise walked to the corner of the room, and she took a chair there. She decided to watch, stay quiet and do some serious finger-fucking.
Sue crawled up on the bed, placed her hands out flat on the spread, lifted to her knees, her magnificent ass undulating erotically under her thin dress.
She slid her knees on the pink, satin coverlet, and assumed a beautiful position on her hands and knees.
Mr. Cavendish licked his chops. Sue looked over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out, slid it to the corner of her mouth and hooked it back into a dimple on her cheek.
"Like this, Mr. Cavendish?" she asked.
"God, yes!" he hissed.
He moved to the bed behind her and fondly fingered the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, puffing it up over her dark nylons, over the white garter-straps that slashed into her marble-smooth thighs as they dipped to the top of the nylons where they hooked up in a tight pull.
Mr. Cavendish lifted the flimsy dress higher, up over the pink panties that gloved Sue's heavenly ass. The elastic edge sliced across the softness of her asscheeks.
Mr. Cavendish's eyes were hot. He stared in admiration at Sue's divine ass. His cock throbbed. He quickly stripped off his clothes, then stood nude, his cock as hard as rock, the stalk bending upward, the head like a burning red Christmas bulb.
Sue was still looking back over her shoulder, her gorgeous face registering disbelief at the strength and length of Mr.
Cavendish's prick.
"Gawwwwwd!" she groaned.
Mr. Cavendish clutched his cock, his fingers lacing the stalk, pinching and squeezing the bulging slab.
He moved right in behind Sue, guided his prick between her legs, right at her nylon tops, humped down, spread his legs, his knees bent slightly, then let go.
The huge prick slapped up against the crotch of Sue's pink panties, throbbing and rubbing there.
Sue swung her head, dipped her chin, looked down under her belly, and saw the waggling hunk of prick, the big head all fizzy and bubbly.
"Jeeeez!" she whispered. "It's all slicky and stuff again, sir!"
He began a dry-hump behind her, fucking his prick between her legs, up against her panties.
"Don't you dare try to fuck me, Mr. Cavendish!" Sue gasped.
"No?"
"No," she said. "No puttin' it in me. You promised!"
"Yes, yes, my darling. I know. And I wouldn't do anything to offend you. Nothing. You are the wine of my life. You give me life, Suzanne! I love you!"
His big prick sliced between her legs, the top of the cock-shaft rubbing on he warm panties, sawing in and out against the crotch.
"Jeeeeez!" Sue whispered, still watching Mr. Cavendish's cock punching up between her thighs.
He layered her dress high up on her back. Sue reached down, grabbed Mr. Cavendish's delicious-looking prick, squeezed the thick hard-on, cuddled her hand along the underside of the stalk, then cupped it in her hand and pulled the foaming fuck-head against her stomach. She squished the squirting tip against her bellybutton, massaging his cock all over her smooth, tight skin.
"Oh! You doll!" Mr. Cavendish cried.
"Geez, it's sprayin' on me!"
"Yes, I know."
"It's just squirty and stuff!"
"Darling, darling!" Mr. Cavendish picked up the beat, rocking faster behind Sue, fucking his prick into her squeezing hand.
She squashed the pulpy prick against her stomach, the head in the palm of her hand. She took the bulb-like tip, pinched it with two fingers, and rubbed it all over her bellybutton.
"Oh, oh! Shit! Shit!" Mr. Cavendish cried.
"You like that?" Sue asked. "I love it!"
The top of his cock-stalk was pressed against her pussy. Her panties were gooey, slushy, spongy, oozing with her pussy-cream.
"I love you, Sue!" Mr. Cavendish yelped. "And you're gonna shoot out all that white stuff again, aren't you, that real thick stuff?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Sue rubbed the spitting prick-head all over her navel, still pinching it with two fingers.
Mr. Cavendish was lost in a spasm of pleasure. He rocked behind Sue. His head was tilted to the ceiling, a look of pure pleasure on his face.
"Okay then, go ahead, shoot that stuff," Sue said, tweaking his prick-tip, crushing the hot head against her tummy.
Then he shot his load, blew his stack, blasted those big, thick chunks of cum into Sue's hand and all over her belly. Big strings of cock-cream flushed from her hand, drooling down onto the coverlet.
"Oh, sheeeezzzzz!" Sue gasped. "Ahhhhh, oh God!"
"Honey! Honey! Oh, sweet, baby!" Mr. Cavendish moaned.
Sue kept a tight squeeze, pinching his prick-tip with her thumb and forefinger, feeling the hot spurts of thick jizz that shot from his prick.
"You are really squirtin', Mr. Cavendish! All that real white, thick shit! It's like glue!" Sue said as she looked down at the splats of cum that shot from Mr. Cavendish's big cock.
"Ah, oh, whoooshhhhh!" Mr. Cavendish moaned, his mouth hanging open, his head tilted upward, his face full of pleasure.
His cock thumped, throbbed, and shot more cum.
There was a puddle now, a big lake of cum beneath Sue and Mr. Cavendish. She still had his prick-tip between her fingers, pinching out every last spurt of jism she could.
For the first time in Mr. Cavendish's life, he had two climaxes. He had stopped shooting his wad, but then his cock tingled all over again, and he staffed cumming again.
"Ooooooooh, shit!" he screamed. "I'm cummin' again!"
Sue let go of his cock, placing her scummy hand on the coverlet. She twisted her head, looked back at the older man, and said, "Okay, fuck my panties then, but don't go tryin' to put it in me or anything."
Mr. Cavendish shot his second load all over Sue's tummy, her bellybutton up into her bra. She dripped cum.
"Ah! Ohhhh! Sweet darling!" he groaned.
Sue looked down, watching the creamy cum splizzle from Mr. Cavendish's slick fuck-stick.
"Okay, then," she whispered, her girly voice barely audible, "go ahead, go ahead, shoot that stuff!"
Mr. Cavendish pumped in and out behind her, his cock sucking her pink panties, the tip spitting big globs of jism.
He drained his load, then fell back on his haunches.
Sue rolled over and moved sideways on the bed, away from the pond of cum. Her flimsy dress rippled around her waist. Her legs were set apart, her heels on the bed, her knees cocked up and pointed outward, her pink panties soaked with fuck-slush.
Mr. Cavendish knelt above her, slumped at the waist, his huge cock dangling, the prick-head dripping with thick strings of cum.
"You shot that stuff all over my skirt, and look at my panties, looks like I just dipped them in a bottle of hand lotion or something," Sue said, trailing her fingers down on her tummy, screwing her little finger into her bellybutton and scraping out the puddle of jism.
She looked up and gazed at Mr. Cavendish's big cock, hanging there like a ring of bologna. She inspected his flat stomach, his manly shoulders, then looked at his ruggedly handsome face.
His eyes sparkled with desire.
He stared at the lovely girl, her provocative pose, lying there sexily, looking at her beautiful face. His cock began a slow thumping, a lifting, the cock-head bulging, throbbing upward in spasmodic jerks.
"Wow, jeeeez!" Sue whispered.
Mr. Cavendish's cock pumped up into a frightening hard-on. His huge balls dangled in their brown sac like a couple of big plums.
Finally his prick was as hard as it could get, sticking out like a big hunk of iron, the cock-shaft slick and creamy, the tip foaming and still drooling cum.
Sue stared at the huge prick. It jerked and throbbed, wobbling around spasmodically.
Mr. Cavendish gazed at her incredible beauty, her face so princess-like.
He grabbed his cock and pumped.
"Oh, shit!" Sue cried. "Honey!"
"Gawwd, you're playin' with it!" Sue whispered.
"Uh-huh, I know," he gasped, jerking faster and harder.
"You shouldn't do that," Sue said. "Why?"
"It's naughty."
"But it feels sooo good!"
She was fascinated by the way his wrist worked so easily, the way his hand clutched the thick cock-shaft.
"You're masturbatin', that's what you're doin'," Sue whispered.
"I know I am, Sue. I'm jerkin' off."
"Gawwwwd!"
He pumped faster now, his hard cock thick and bulging, the cock-head drooling.
Sue got hot. She slid her hand down over her cummy panties, rubbing on her pussy. "Yeah, do that!" Mr. Cavendish gasped. "Rub between my legs, like this?"
"Yes, Sue, yesssss!"
Sue rubbed her pants. "You're gonna have to buy me some new panties. I can't take these home. My grandmother would see 'em all caked and stuff when she does the wash."
"Of course I will, darling."
"You better."
"Why don't you take 'em off, Sue? Let me see your cunt."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, yes, Sue!"
"I dunno."
"I've never seen your pussy. You've never showed it to me, honey," Mr. Cavendish said, beating his big prick faster and faster.
Sue thumbed the cum-drenched pink panties. She wiggled them down, lifted, slid them down her thighs, down her legs, lifted one leg, then the other, and took her panties off. She dangled them on one finger.
"Ohhhhh, Godddd!" Mr. Cavendish cried, his eyes sparkling with passion as he eyed Sue's luscious pussy.
The patch of black hair was thick, a luxurious bristle, a copious carpet of cunt curls, especially for such a young lass.
She lay there, her legs cocked, her pussy inviting, her dress up over her waist.
"Oh, Sue! That's a beautiful pussy!" he gasped.
She smiled sexily and looked up at him, her mouth open.
"Is it?" Sue whispered.
She watched him masturbate his huge prick. He clutched his cock with both hands and pumped furiously.
"God!" she cried. "You are really jackin' off, aren't you?"
"Uh, uh, uh, yeahhhh!"
Sue squiggled her fingers into the thick mat of hair between her legs, then slid her middle finger into her cunt-slit and started finger-fucking herself.
"I'd like to eat it, Sue," he said. "No, unh-uh."
His cock heaved. It split a gob of cum that splashed on Sue's thigh.
"Sheeeezzzz!" she gasped.
"Take your dress off and show me your tits, Sue."
"God, you wanna see everything, don't you?"
"Yes."
She puffed out a hot sigh.
"Okay," she whispered, then wiggled out of her dress and lay back again, her pink bra cuddling her tits. She reached into the bra and plopped her tits out over the top. They were like two ripe oranges.
Mr. Cavendish was still on his knees over her, between her legs, pumping hotly, wildly with both hands.
"Go fast," Sue said.
He jerked his prick savagely.
"Ooooooh, yeahhhhh, like that, sir!"
"Uh, uh, uh, Sue, Sue!" he panted.
She fingered her beautiful cunt-bush and watched with excitement while Mr. Cavendish pounded his prick brutally.
"I wanna fuck you! I wanna eat you! I wanna suck your tits!" he yelped. "Jeeeeez!" Sue whispered.
He came and sprayed a shower of hot, thick cum at Sue. Big shots of jizz splashed on her tummy, fingering hand and tits. A gob of cock-cream hit her on the forehead and splattered into her bangs.
"Ahhhhhh! Oh, fuck!" Mr. Cavendish cried.
"Shit!" Sue gasped. "You're squishin' on me!"
Then she came. A fabulous feeling gripped her, jolted her. She stiffened, lifting off the bed as her body vibrated.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, ahhhhh, ohhhhh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Ahhhhh!" she shouted.
Mr. Cavendish rubbed his prick, hosing Sue with a shower of spunk.
"Feels soooo good!" he whimpered.
Sue was lost in the erotic goodness of her orgasm.
"Sooooo fucking good!" Mr. Cavendish sobbed, his prick shooting splats of thick spunk at Sue, spurting thick gobs of jizz that flew beautifully, like little puffy clouds, through the air and splashed down on Sue's divine little body in simmering pools of jizz.
Sue came again. Another rippling rip of erotic ecstasy shivered through her.
"Awwwww, God!" she gasped hotly, her words like burning rocks that rolled out of her mouth, then tumbled through the pools of cum.
Her eyes widened. Her body shook. She fingered her glue-pot pussy. She watched Mr. Cavendish beat his cock-meat thrilling to the splotches of spitting cock-cream that flew from the tip of his prick.