"We'd better hurry," she said sweetly.
Her hand slicked like lightning on the thick, slick lather, jerking Mr. Sizemore's prick wildly now, her action making soft slurping sounds, as she hummed her hand in and out.
She loved his finger diddling into her pussy, too.
She felt his prick bloat and suddenly the huge cock started squirting. A thick stream of cream sprayed out of the cockhead into the sink, up on the mirror, all over. Suzy watched the eruption in the mirror. It thrilled her, and she too came easily with him, letting his finger fuck her to that magical feeling of ecstasy.
"Uffffff, uffffff!" he panted.
"Gosh, sir! It's blastin' all over! Jeez!" Suzy commented.
And indeed it was blasting and it continued to quake. Big thick hunks of cum spit from the pricktip. Suzy kept on jerkin'.
"It's never gonna stop, Mr. Sizemore," she said, sighing softly. "Ahhh, I'm gettin' it, sir. I'm cumming!"
Finally when they finished, he picked up his towel, put it on, and disappeared out of the bathroom. Suzy washed up, went back to the room, and put on the tight denim skirt.
CHAPTER TEN
Mr. Holiday stood in front of his class lecturing. Suzy sat at her desk, appraising his handsomeness. His lean, thin body thrilled her, and she loved his movie-star face. But, what was she going to do about Bethany, who said she was going to flirt with Mr. Holiday, and make a move on him?
She lingered after class, standing in front of her desk, putting her books together. She wore a blue denim jean skirt, a little yellow camisole, and white tennis shoes with white anklets.
Her hair sparkled from the reflection of the early morning sun dappling through the window. She had a ponytail tied with a red ribbon. Her cheeks were blushed with a burnt orange rouge, and her lips glistened with thick, juicy lip gloss.
"I'm glad you stayed," Mr. Holiday said, "I've been thinking about you so much the past couple of days."
She came to him. They embraced, and she felt the push of his hips into hers. She trembled at his rugged maturity.
"You were driving me nuts sitting in class in that tight outfit; that skirt is beautiful on you," Mr. Holiday said, his hands fanning out on the curve of her ass where it was cradled in round softness by the stretch of her blue denim skirt.
Her big tits splashed against his belly. He squeezed her ass. They kissed. She felt the hot bulge of his cock pressed into her tummy.
"You're naughty sittin' like that, showing me your legs," he whispered. "I had to sit behind my desk during the whole class because I had such a big hard-on for you."
"Mmmm," Suzy cooed. "I'm glad."
"You should be spanked for being so naughty," he whispered.
"Think so?"
"Uh-huh."
He twirled her around. "Put your hands up against the door, so if anyone tries to come in they can't."
Suzy set her legs apart, then pushed out with her arms, placing her palms tightly against the door.
Mr. Holiday started lifting, tugging, and struggling with the tight skirt, and finally he had it clumped up in ripples of light blue.
Her ass was encased in a sweet pair of tight, bright, yellow panties. He rubbed his hand over them, feeling the curve of her marvelous ass.
"You're my naughty little girl," Mr. Holiday said, "aren't you?"
"And you're a big bad daddy, aren't you?" she answered.
"Yeah," he said, and thumbed the top of her panties with both hands, peeling them out and down until he had them tight between her thighs.
"I'm gonna spank you," he whispered.
He dropped his pants and shorts. He grabbed his mammoth prick down at the base and whacked it up against her jello-smooth ass.
Whack. Clump. Thump. Smack.
"Sir, you're paddlin' me with your prick," Suzy gasped, and she tried to look back over her shoulder.
She felt the big prick plunge and paddle, slapping up against the fine cheeks of her ravishing young ass.
"Yeah," he said, "paddlin' you with my prick for being such a little whore, for giving me such a big hard-on in class."
"Phew, jeez," Suzy mumbled, bending just a little bit more in her sexy pose against the door, arching her ass out to his swinging prick.
She stood glorious with her skirt up, her tit filled top, her long, tanned legs, and her yellow panties pulled down. Mr. Holiday's cock squirted as he slapped her ass with the long, thick cockstalk.
Then, the next moment, he was on his knees, and his tongue speared out. He slashed it wet and wild over her ass cheeks. He sent it swabbing up and down the crack of her delicious ass.
He wobbled it wildly along the furry valley. Then he plunged it at her ass bud.
"Ah, jeez. You're doin' that to me again. Golly? I remember the last time you did this. I about died."
"Mminmm, mmmmmm, beautiful ass," he mumbled.
"You're the naughty one now, Big Daddy!" she cried.
"We don't have much time. I have a meeting," he muffled, his tongue a swirl of pleasure as he rimmed her asshole.
"Ah, no. Uffff! Ah, jeeezz, sir! It tickles so good."
"Love… your… love your ass," he babbled.
His hands cupped the asscheeks. He spread them. He muffed his face into the smooth crevice. His tongue wiggled up her asshole.
"Ahh! Oh, come on! Jeez. Right on my shitter, sir. That really tickles good."
Suzy was lifted to a new plateau of pleasure, and she loved the feeling his tongue gave her, the sensation of tingles that titillated her throbbing young body.
"You're fuckin' my asshole with your tongue, Big Daddy," she swooned, bat in a fire of passion.
"Uh-huh," he whispered, shoving his tongue at her round ripe assbud.
Suzy whirled around, her skirt up, and leaned back against the door. "Make me cum!" she cried.
He got up. His cock dripped a big gunk of cum. He fisted the stalk. He pointed the prickhead at her cunt, rubbed all over the fuzzy fuck box, then slipped it in and began a slow hump-fuck, his knees bent slightly, his ass pumping in and out as he plugged her cunt with his cock.
Suzy looked down to see the sweet slip and slide. "Yeah, fuck it into me, Big Daddy! You big bad Daddy!"
"Don't have much time," he panted, picking up speed.
"Then fuck faster."
"Faster, damnit!" Suzy cried, swirling and rolling her hips to him.
"Like this?"
"Yeah, Big Daddy!"
"You naughty little sonofabitch," he huffed. "You dirty Big Daddy bastard!" she yelped back.
"You're my sweet little fucker!" he cried. "You're my big bad daddy fucker," she retorted.
Now his cock was halfway in her pussy, and his stroke was fast and hard. Their fine fucking made a slurping, gooey noise that gave Suzy a thrill.
She kept her chin tilted downward and watched the magnificent push and pull of his prick as it plunged in and out of her pretty pussy.
Suzy put her hands on his shoulders for balance. She whirled her hips around slowly, fucking to his stroke, making magnificent circles, and taking his hard thrusts.
Then she looked into his eyes, and his handsome rugged face. The passion on his face endeared her to him.
"You like fuckin' me, don't you, Big Daddy?" she whispered.
"It's the best thing I've ever done in my life," he panted.
But then the door pushed open, knocking them away, and Miss Peterson walked in. The pretty student teacher was attired in a short black skirt, black high heels, nylons, and a tight red sweater.
"Oh!" she gasped. "I…"
Then she saw Mr. Holiday's squirting prick, which had been dislodged from Suzy's pussy.
"Oh, my!" she gasped, her eyes staring at the huge erection.
"Yes, well, Miss Peterson. This is good instruction for your student teaching," Mr. Holiday said. "And since I'm your advisor, I'd advise you not to say a word about this, if you want a good grade."