"Which problems were giving you trouble?" Ben asked. He swallowed, trying to bring some moisture to his dry mouth.
"All of them," she replied, increasing the pressure of her shoulder on his penis. Ben returned the pressure, pushing his swollen organ against Susie, deep thrills of passion running through his entire body.
His hands went to the back of the girl's neck, and he started massaging at it lightly. The skin was so soft he could hardly believe it. Susie seemed so vulnerable, and yet he was sure she had been around. She had probably been to bed with more people than he had. Still, she was a student. Touching her like this was wrong.
"Hmmmmmm, that feels sooooo good," Susie whispered, bending her head forward.
Momentarily shocked with himself, Ben took his hands away.
"Oh, no, don't stop. I like it when you touch me like that. You're hands feel good. They're so nice and big."
She could have been talking about another part of his anatomy, Ben thought, and, as if to prove him right, Susie nudged her shoulder against his penis once again. This time he returned the nudge harder than before.
"Hmmmmmmmmm," she whispered, "you're so nice and hard."
It was out. There was no point in either one of them pretending any more. The next move was up to Ben. "Yeah," he replied, "and it's hard for you. Do you want to help me do something about it?"
Susie looked up at him and smiled teasingly. "But what would you like me to do, Mr. Sommers?"
"Call me Ben."
"All right, Ben. What would you like me to do?"
"To begin with, follow me." He led the girl to the tiny storeroom at the back of the lab. It was where he kept the chemicals, but there was one corner empty. Closing the door behind them, Ben switched on the dim light.
"We're alone," he whispered. "It's private here."
"What if somebody comes in?" The girl's eyes were wide with concern.
"Easy to fix," he answered, and he flipped the lock on the door. Coming toward Susie, he held out his hands, palms upward. He cupped them under her fine, firm breasts and held them, fondling them lightly through the thin fabric of her half open blouse.
"You've got nice ones," he whispered, his voice tight with passion, "Firm and big, like ripe melons. I like big tits. I like to suck them."
"What are you waiting for?" Susie asked. She was shaking all over, so excited at being alone with the older man that she was nearly out of her mind. Susie had given herself freely, ever since she was little more than a child, but up to now it had nearly always been to boys her own age. There had been that old caretaker in the park, of course, but she preferred to forget about that. This was different, unlike any other experience. Mr. Sommers was her teacher, and he was handsome, and he had an exceptional tool lying between his muscular thighs. She could scarcely wait to see what happened next.
With fumbling fingers, Ben loosened the buttons of the girl's blouse. He pushed the flimsy halves aside, opening her bareness to him. Susie caught her breath as she felt the cold air rushing over her naked skin. Reaching up, Ben pushed the blouse off over her shoulders and down her long, slender arms. It fell from her, and she stood before him, nude to the waist. Ben stepped back for a moment, gazing at her smooth, bare breasts. He watched as they moved gently up and down, carried along by the girl's excited breathing. Without a word, he leaned forward and capped his hot, wet mouth over her right nipple. Susie gave a small, passion filled cry, and Ben reached up quickly to clamp his hand over her sensuous lips. It would not do for anyone to hear them. All he needed was for old Mr. Saunders, the principal, to be rummaging around his lab and hear what sounded like a student in distress.
Susie let her tongue slide out to tickle the palm of her teacher's hand, and he grunted in appreciation. His hand tasted like sulfur, the result of the experiment he had spent the day demonstrating, but she did not care. Her tongue tip made little circles, moving quickly and uniting her in another way with the randy, passionate male.
Ben followed Susie's lead, and his tongue mimicked hers exactly. It circled her small, crinkly nipple again and again, and he felt the tab of flesh grow ever more erect. After a moment, he moved to her other nipple, his fingers coming up to replace his tongue on the first one. He squeezed gently, worrying the brownish flesh between his thumb and fingers. Low, mewling sounds came from the girl's straining throat, and she twisted from side to side, the level of her passion growing slowly but steadily toward a fever pitch. This was her chemistry teacher, a handsome, older man. This was the height of wickedness, of lewd seduction. Susie almost felt innocent, a virgin about to be raped by a man of the world. Would this be different from the rest of her sexual encounters? Would Ben's huge penis piercing into her body feel somehow unlike all the others? She did not know, and she did not care. She was sure it would feel wonderful, and her sexual hunger increased. Her female liquids were flowing freely now, and she could feel them wetting the crotch of her filmy panties. If he did not enter her soon, she would come just from thinking about it. What a shame that would be. She wanted him inside her. She longed to bathe the immensely thick shaft of his penis with her musky wetness. The liquid would gush out to cover his crotch completely. All the boys told her how exciting that was. They told her she was "juicy", not a very elegant way to put it, but accurate all the same.
Susie spread her legs wide, planting her feet firmly on the concrete floor. The warm, sweet odor of her soaking crotch floated up to Ben Sommers. Through flaring nostrils, he inhaled the exciting scent, and its effects traveled straight to his boiling gonads. He sucked harder, nipping at her bare breast with sharp, straight teeth. Susie moaned with pain and pleasure.
"Oh, yeah," she whispered. "Eat me. Eat my babies. Nurse at my tit like a little baby. Oh, God, feels sooooooo good!"
Sommers' hands were at the narrow waistband of her skirt. His fingers slid around it, seeking the fastening. He found it and undid the snaps quickly as if he were afraid the student would protest. That was the furthest thing from Susie's sex crazed mind. She wanted to be naked with this good looking, totally masculine creature. Her hands pushed against the back of his head, driving more of her aching breast into his wet mouth. Ben opened his mouth so wide his jaws hurt, sucking in as much of her velvety flesh as he could manage. He sucked harder than before, raising a large, red welt around her swollen, itching nipple.
It was like being handled by her father, Susie thought suddenly. What would that have been like, really? He had left so long ago she could scarcely remember what he looked like. She did remember one thing, though. As a little girl she sat on his lap, and she felt something hard and strong under her buttocks, something that her mother and grandmother did not have there. Even as a child, she was thrilled by the sensation of that rigid member nudging against her tiny bottom. Even her father's penis had not been the size of Ben's, at least so she guessed. Susie let her hands slip down the length of Ben's broad back, her fingers following the deeply defined line of his spinal column.
Ben finished unsnapping Susie's skirt and pushed it down over her softly flaring thighs. It slid over her long, tapering legs and fell with a plop to the floor. His hands moved at once to the elastic band at the top of her lace panties.
"Oh, yes, Ben, yes, yes, yesssss," Susie hissed. "I want to be naked. I want to be free. Take my panties off and do whatever you like."