Susie arched her slim back, taking all he had to give, the complete prisoner of his thick ten inch organ. He was rubbing her raw, and she adored it. Suddenly and without warning, she exploded into another body wracking climax. Squirming and twisting under the weight of Ben's writhing body, she screamed out in pure pleasure, her fingernails raking into his back.
"Oh, Baby, Baby, that's the way," Ben muttered into her ear. "Give my cock a bath. Drown it, Baby. Oh, Christ, that feels goood!"
He began spearing deeply into her body and then pulling out again quickly, making the climaxing teenager gasp for breath as she pounded her small fists into his back. Faster and faster he moved into the tightness of her vaginal passage, thrilling to the soupy wetness of her ravaged interior. His low hanging scrotum drew up tightly, pushing his churning gonads into the thick base of his penis. He could feel the hugely hot load inside them fighting to get out, to rocket itself far up into Susie's squirming, aroused body.
Ben gasped loudly, fighting to breathe. The perspiration poured from his body, lubricating the places where their flaming hot bodies met one another. They slid against one another freely and sensuously. The flames of raw lust lingered in his scrotum and licked over the fullness of his taut groin. Suddenly, he was there, his whole world opening and collapsing around the hardness of his penis, up into the sucking, greedy female opening. With a ragged groan he poured jets of starchy, white hot semen into Susie.
"Awwww, take it. Take it all, you little bitch," Ben grunted, shoving his hips forward to impale the girl more completely than before. He writhed against her until every drop was drained from his pulsing gonads. Then he collapsed on top of her spent body, the two of them lying there half stupefied from exhaustion.
"Shit," Ben gasped at last, "you're a terrific lay, Susie."
"Even better than Miss Wingate?" Susie whispered.
Ben was silent for a moment. "That's different," he answered.
"How?" Susie asked coldly.
"I'm going to marry her."
"You're what?" Susie asked, pushing him away from her roughly. "Why?"
"Because… because she's different from anyone I ever met."
"Yeah? Well she looks to me like she'd be boring in bed. She's probably a virgin."
"That's just it. Betty's fresh. She seems almost untouched. Every time with her is a new experience for her. It's wonderful."
Chapter 8
"Susie Walters, you will remain after class," Betty Wingate ordered, her voice harsh. She had had all she could stand. Not only had Susie refused to pay attention all during her lecture, the large breasted girl continually stretched and displayed her supple young body. Betty was sure she did it for the benefit of the irritating Dale Paulson, who showed his approval of Susie's behavior by rubbing his swollen crotch repeatedly and leering at the girl openly. Every so often he would look at Betty in the same way, and that bothered her more than she wanted to admit.
The bell rang, and the students rushed from the room. Animals, Betty thought to herself, all of them. Susie remained in her seat, looking sullen.
"Come here," Betty said coldly.
Susie got up, her manner languid, and walked to the front desk, her eyes downcast.
"Well," Betty said, "what do you have to say for yourself?"
"About what?" Susie asked, flashing her a nasty look.
"About your behavior. I have never seen anyone display herself so openly and lewdly. You should be ashamed. When you are in my class, you are to concentrate on the finer aspects of literature, not on your own bestial desires."
Susie stared at her teacher, her eyes mirroring her defiance. "Some of us are proud of our bodies, Miss Wingate. Some of us don't pretend to be something we aren't."
"Exactly what do you mean by that, young lady?" Betty's voice was angry, but her face was flushed with embarrassment. She suspected only too well what the teenager was getting at.
Susie smiled triumphantly. "I think you know. Ben told me all about it."
"How dare you?" Betty hissed, her face twisted into a frightening mask. "How dare you even allude to such a thing?"
"Up yours, you cunty bitch!" Susie snarled. She turned on her heel and started out of the room.
"You're a lying little slut!" Betty howled after her.
Susie turned and smiled sardonically. "Don't you wish." She left the classroom, slamming the door behind her.
Dale was waiting in the parking lot. "So what did she want?" he asked as he leaned against the fender of his car. He took care to push his hips forward, his huge penis clearly outlined in his tight, grease stained pants.
"Nothing important. Want to do it at the clubhouse?" She brushed close to him, deliberately pushing her lushly fleshed hip into his bulge.
Dale laughed. "Shit, Baby, what I like about you is the directness. You don't fuck around. Come on. Jump in and let's go fuck."
The clubhouse was deserted, and Susie was half disappointed. She had been hoping for a replay of her.orgiastic experience with the cycle club. Dale opened the door, and they went inside.
"Take off your clothes and lay down," Dale ordered gruffly.
"My, my, aren't we in a hurry, though," Susie replied, her tone teasing. She grinned at Dale lewdly, rotating her hips in open invitation.
"Fuck yes, I'm in a hurry. You got me so turned on in English class, I damn near creamed my pants. I figured that was why Miss Wingate kept you, to lecture you about not showing off your body."
"Naw," Susie answered as she undid her skirt. "She just had a wild hair up her ass."
"I bet that's all she's ever had up there," Dale said, pulling off his sweater to reveal his hair studded chest.
"That's where you'd like to be, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess. There and other places." He watched the girl, his eyes wide with sexual excitement as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the halves of it aside to show him her full, creamy breasts. Arching her slim back, she displayed her lush, melon shaped bosoms, wriggling from side to side lewdly so that they quivered and undulated. "Miss Wingate doesn't have tits as big as these," she whispered, her voice husky with passion.
"Fuck, no, she don't!" Dale answered. With trembling fingers, he reached out to caress the supple, creamy flesh of his girl friend's breasts, his hands kneading them, feeling the spongy tissue, and making Susie gasp with raw lust.
"Aw, Christ, Dale, you make it feel so good," Susie mumbled as she pushed forward against his relentlessly caressing hands. Her breath came in short, excited gasps, and she felt suddenly alive with horny, complete lewdness. With a shake of her shoulders, she let her blouse fall to her trim waist.
Dale stared at her, his eyes wide and glazed over with passion. He realized again how beautiful Susie was. Maybe he was crazy to even think about Betty Wingate. Why did he need sex with her when he had a girl like Susie ready and waiting for him every time his penis grew erect? He could hardly catch his breath as the aching tightness of lust spread over his rippling chest muscles. Just looking at her made his erection swell to the point where its throbbing drove him half insane.
Her breasts swung free, making him think of ripe fruit, sweet and succulent and ready for his sucking, nibbling mouth. Her big dark nipples were hard and erect with lewd excitement. The sexiest thing about Susie was that she was always ready, fully as horny and sensually bold as he or any of the other guys he knew. Even now, part of Dale's lusty arousal was caused by memories of the way Susie had acted with his gang right here in the clubhouse. He vowed to arrange another session with them as soon as possible.