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From: jorgen.nilsson@mbox2.swipnet.se (Jorgen Nilsson)
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Subject: REPOST: "Susie, 13yr slut, part 1/4" (f/MMMMM)
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 1996 15:43:43 GMT
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********************** WARNING ***********************

This is a story of explicit sexual nature. If you dislike
these kind of stories, or, if you are under 18 years of age, 
DO NOT read it, erase it.


********************** WARNING ***********************





I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
However, if you liked it, please let me know via e-mail.
It's always nice with encouraging letters...

If you didn't like it, erase it....:)





                            AFTER SCHOOL 
                           Part 1

      When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with 
relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had
been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during
english, and she had been squirming about in her seat all
through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her history
teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and
flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last
class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially
proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction
she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.

     The other students filed out quickly. Susie lingered and
approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.

     "Mr. Thompson, I have this problem."

      "Yes, Miss Merton. What is it?"

      His reply was almost choked, for he knew what was coming.
It was the same every Wednesday. The young girl set her
textbooks down on his desk and stood beside him, on the side
opposite the classroom door.

     "It's this. I just can't get it into my head,"  Susie
said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the
teacher's crotch. Fred Thompson gasped but did not move away.
She was happy to feel that his prick was already half-erect,
and jerking under her hand. The classroom was empty though the
door was still open, but Mr. Thompson's back was turned towards
the hallway and Susie was almost completely hidden from any
passers-by.

     She had a firm grip on his swelling cock now, squeezing
it warmly through his impeccable flannels.

     "It's just so hard to swallow something like this," she
whispered, giving it an extra squeeze. It was a lie. In fact
Susie loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and had been
enthusiastically doing so since the second week of school. Mr.
Thompson's prick seemed just made for sucking, unlike those of
some of her other teachers. It was not too big, but it had a
large round knob on the end that fit right into Susie's mouth
like a ripe, juicy plum.

     Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into
his fly. Mr. Thompson now wore boxer shorts, at least on
Wednesdays, though he hadn't at first. Susie remembered how
much trouble she had had the first time she had tried to
extricate his half-swollen cock from his pants. But this time
it popped out easily, as if eager for what was to come. More
eager than its owner it seemed. Mr. Thompson gulped noisily.

     "Uh . . . Uh , the door, Miss Merton. Shouldn't we . . ?
Susie usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today she
couldn't wait to taste his prick, and she liked the excitement
of knowing that they might be discovered at any time.

     Greedily she spread her lips over the the red knob of his
now completely stiff cock, kissing it with familiar affection.
Then she began to lick at it avidly. The teacher instinctively
pushed forward with his hips and that big round morsel slipped
easily between Susie's welcoming lips. He gripped her head and
began to push it in and out of her mouth, but timidly, with
short hesitant strokes, while Susie sucked vigorously.

     Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his
cock planted deep in Susie's mouth.  

     "Please, Miss Merton . . . Susan! Oh God! Someone's
coming. Stop it, please. We can't. Not here."

     Frantically he tried to push the young schoolgirl away
from his crotch, but Susie would have none of it. She bit down
with her teeth--not hard enough to hurt him but firmly enough
to remind him that she could if she wanted. With her teeth
pressed firmly against the flesh of his trembling shaft, it was
impossible for him to pull its swollen knob through them. Susie
was not going to give up her lollipop no matter who was coming.

     The footsteps paused at the doorway. A cheery female
voice called out:

     "Good night, Fred. Working late?"

      It was Miss Renwick, the principal's secretary. Susie
knew that she was trying to seduce Mr. Thompson. All the girls
whispered about it in the washroom.

      Mr. Thompson turned his head, looking awkwardly over his
shoulder. His body was held in position by Susie's tenacious
mouth on his cock.

      "Uh, oh, yes. Miss . . . uh . . Renwick. Some things I
have to finish up."

      "You're too dedicated, Fred. You should relax and have
some fun sometime too."

      Susie began to move her head slightly, rubbing her tongue
over the round head of Fred Thompson's cock, still careful not
to let him pull out. She was very excited. While she had often
been watched while she sucked or fucked, this was different
because it was secret. She could just imagine the furor that
would ensue if they were discovered. Mr. Thompson must have
been imagining the same thing, for his once-hard cock had begun
to wilt in her mouth. Susie was determined to remedy that
situation and she went to work with her tongue. Seeing that
Fred Thompson, for some strange reason, was not even going to
turn and look at her, Louise Renwick stomped off, peeved and
puzzled.

     As soon as she had gone Susie began sucking in earnest on
her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by their
close call that he hardly moved. But Susie didn't mind that.
She was quite willing to do all the work when it came to sex,
for it seemed to her impossible that the other person or
persons could be experiencing even a tiny fraction of the
indescribable pleasure she drew from her sexual acts. She was
even grateful that men like Mr. Thompson let her suck on their
cocks almost whenever she wanted. So, in taking her pleasure,
she tried to give them as much in return as she could, even
though she knew it could not possibly match hers.


     Her tongue and lips had done their work well and now the
teacher's hips were again thrusting forward to meet her as she
plunged her mouth down his throbbing shaft. The huge knob
pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more than
men with much larger cocks did. Susie could hardly wait to feel
the hot, sweet jets of his come spurting into her belly.

     "Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Susan, Ooooh! this is madness!
Anyone could come!"

      Especially us, thought Susie to herself as with a final
burst of suction she brought her teacher to a tremendous
climax. He moaned and clutched her head, pulling her against
him, finally giving way to his passion as his come poured into
her mouth. Susie held his spurting cock prisoner within the
velvet trap of her mouth and gulped down every drop of that
wonderful liquid. She continued sucking gently even after it
was all gone, feeling his once proud prick shrink between her
lips. Finally she let the limp organ slip out of her mouth. Mr.
Thompson quickly stuffed it back into his pants.

     "Susan, this is mad! Why are you tormenting me like this?
It can't go on this way. Not here, in the school. Why won't you
come home with me instead. Louise Renwick almost caught us
there. You should have at least waited for me to close the
door. It would have been the end. My job. My career."

     "Your cock!" Susie replied, laughing and licking her
lips. "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Wednesday
afternoon I get so horny thinking about your prick. Then I just
have to have it right away. Besides, maybe Miss Renwick
wouldn't have been as shocked as you think. She might even have
wanted to be in my place."

     But Fred Thompson wasn't listening. The pressure in his
balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from the
school quickly before someone asked him what he was doing in an
empty classroom after hours with a nubile young junior-high
student. He grabbed his books and rushed for the safety of the
teachers' room, telling himself that he must put a stop to it,
but knowing that he would be there again after school next
Wednesday. It was madness but he couldn't resist what little
Susie and her talented mouth could do for him.

     Susie watched him hurry away, smiling with amusement. It
was always like this, but she didn't feel offended. She had got
what she wanted from him. Her pussy still itched but she had
the delicious taste of sperm in her mouth to savour until she
could find someone to poke his prick between her legs. That
wouldn't take long, she knew; it never did.

     Licking her lips one last time, Susie gathered up her
books and stepped out into the hallway, almost bumping into the
janitor who was sweeping the floor with a push broom. He was a
small, elderly man, little more than half the height of the
broom. Vito Mascalla was his name. He hardly spoke English, but
three of his children were attending university. He was a quiet
little man, grey-haired and gentle, and Susie liked him very
much. She often stopped to chat with him about his family. He
frowned on seeing a student there so late; it usually meant
some prank was going to be played. But when he recognized Susie
his face brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.

     "Oh Miss Susie. Hello. You are good?"

      Very good! thought Susie, though some people might call 
      it bad.

      "Hi, Mr. Mascalla. How's everything? Come stai?"

      "Bene, bene, grazie. I mean very good. My son Rico, he
just get marry."

     "I know. You told me. Last week, wasn't it? Did he go
away on a honeymoon?"

     "Away? Yes, to Italy. To my village. But I got pictures
of wedding. You like to see, Miss Susie?"

      "I'd love to Mr. Mascalla."

      "They just downstairs. You come. I show."

     He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs.
Susie followed, a bit reluctantly. She had hoped that he would
have the pictures with him. Now it would be a little longer
before she could find someone to scratch the itch in her pussy.
But she was really pleased to see the little old man so happy
and she wanted to share his joy with him.

     As she followed the janitor down the two flights of
stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Susie found herself
suddenly thinking about Vito Mascalla in quite different terms
than before. She thought of his three sons and four daughters;
she remembered that his wife had died last year. He had
fathered at least seven children. Now he was alone. He had a
cock. Susie suddenly decided that she wanted it. It surprised
her that she hadn't thought of having him fuck her already.
There were very few men in the school that she had missed, but
she was sure this oversight would soon be remedied.

     They finally arrived at the little corner the janitor had
fitted up as an "office". Innumerable pictures of his family
filled the wall over the bare and rickety table that served as
a desk. Beside it was a heap of plastic garbage bags stuffed
with some of the waste paper generated by a school.

     The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and
handed it to Susie. As she leafed through it, uttering the
appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already
well-thumbed. Vito Mascalla beamed with pride and joy.

     "She is very beautiful, your son's wife. He is very
lucky. And your son is very handsome too. But you look best of
all in your new suit, Mr. Mascalla."

     "Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss
Susie?"

     "I can see that you were't comfortable in it. It was too
tight here, wasn't it?"

     To the old man's shock and amazement, Susie--that sweet
little girl--reached out and pressed her hand over his crotch.
He tried to jump back but he was caught in front of the desk
and couldn't escape her determined hand. She maintained the
pressure, moving her fingers down until she cupped his balls.
He could hardly speak.

     "Miss Susie! What you do? No! No! Not nice. Don't,
please."

     "Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Mascalla. Your prick. I can feel
that it's very nice. You made all your children with it, and
now your son is using his and putting it inside his wife to
make grandchildren for you. Wouldn't you like to put it in me,
too, like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is
doing right now with his new wife? I'd like it very much, Mr.
Mascalla. Won't you do it just for me?"

     She was squeezing his cock now and rubbing her hands all
over the bulge of flesh at his crotch. The poor old man was
frightened to death. Susie released her hold on his prick and
quickly pulled her T-shirt up over her head. She wore no bra.
Then she pushed her short skirt down and wriggled out of it,
making her round, young titties bounce. Only her tiny pink
bikini panties remained. In a few seconds they were on the
floor on top of the skirt.  

     The janitor was incredulous. Never would he have believed
it. He didn't even believe it now; it couldn't be happening.
This must all be some strange joke or dream. Such a beautiful
and sweet little girl, naked in front of him. And she had
touched his cazzo, like a putana, a whore, but she wasn't one.
She was the nicest person in the school. His confused mind
couldn't reconcile these two opposites.

     "Here, Mr. Mascalla, don't these feel nice. They're only
small now, but soon they'll be bigger and you can feel them
then too. Your hands feel so good on me."

     She had taken his trembling hands and pressed them
against her titties. They were not at all small, and for a
thirteen-year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy.
His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her
erecting nipples. Susie took advantage of the old man's shock
to reach down and undo his belt with her skilled and practiced
fingers. Doing so pushed her titties harder against his palms.
She was pleased to feel some resistance. He was pushing back,
at least a little.

     In a few seconds the old man's trousers fell to the
floor. A moment later Susie was pushing his underwear down his
thighs. His cock hung limply, still in shock, but the young
girl was delighted to see it. It was huge. Almost as fat as his
arm, maybe even thicker, even though it was still soft. It
looked so strange hanging from such a small man.

     "Oh, Mr. Mascalla! It's lovely! You have such a beautiful
prick. No wonder you have such fine children. Oh, if only I'd
known I would have done this long ago. Why didn't you tell me?
Oh, if only you knew how much I love cocks like yours!"

     She knelt quickly on the floor in front of the little
man, took his cock in her hands, and planted a big smacking
kiss right on its head.

     "Oh no! Oh Miss Susie. Don't, please! No. Not good. Not
right. Is a sin."

     Never had anything like this ever happened to him. It was
unnatural, it was sick, the very idea of kissing a cazzo. Only
putanas did that. He couldn't let this little girl do such an
awful thing, even if it did send a surge of excitement through
his frail body. But Susie paid him no attention. She wrapped
her young lips around his swelling cock-head and, under her
expert oral ministrations, his enormous organ slowly began to
swell even larger. She paused from time to time to whisper her
admiration and to talk about the children he had made with it.
That seemed to stimulate something deep inside him, for she
felt his cock jerk and throb each time she spoke, and it was
always a little harder and a little bigger when she took it
back in her mouth again.

     Susie couldn't wait any longer. The itch in her pussy was
turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have this
wonderful prick inside her. With her hands tightly locked
around the shaft of the janitor's now almost gigantic cock, she
pulled him with her as she moved backwards towards the piles of
garbage bags.

     "Come here! Please, Mr. Mascalla. Put your big cock in me
like you used to put it in your wife, like your son is doing to  
his wife now. I want you to do it so much, Mr. Mascalla. Please
give me your cock."

     She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling
his frail body with her. His pants were still around his ankles
and he tripped and fell on top of her. Susie groaned as his
giant club slammed against her belly while his face landed on
the tender mass of her titties. She quickly reached down with
one hand to position his great tool where it would do the most
good for her, while her other arm wrapped around his neck,
pressing his face into her breast. When his cockhead was
positioned at the mouth of her hungry pussy, it seemed to sink
right in, slowly and naturally, with no effort on his part. In
a moment Susie felt it buried deep within her and she sighed in
glorious contentment. She hadn't had a cock in her pussy since
her Chemistry teacher had fucked her in the lab store-room at
lunch time. She lifted her legs and pulled the janitor's long
cock even further into her, squeezing his throbbing shaft with
her caressing cunt muscles. Then she whispered in his ear.

     "Love me now, Mr. Mascalla. Love me with your prick. Fuck
me with your big cock!"

     Something inside the little man's mind snapped, some bond
of restraint. Suddenly he was once more the young peasant who
had wooed and won the prettiest girl in his village. With a
groan of anguished pleasure he pulled back and began to drive
his great pole into into Susie's welcoming cunt, sinking right
to the balls each time. His energy and strength amazed the
young girl, and she exploded into climax after climax as he
pounded his prick into her. He was muttering in Italian as his
giant cock spoke to her happy pussy in the international
language of fucking.

     Finally, with a strangled cry he slammed deep inside her
and began to spurt great jets of come into her belly, deep, so
deep that she thought it would mix with Mr. Thompson's juices
still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then the old
man collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing into her
sweaty titties. Susie held him gently until his breathing
calmed, murmuring her appreciation in his ear.

     "Oh you wonderful man! That was so nice! Your cock filled
me up so good. Now that I know how good you are I just want to
do it over and over again with you. I hope you'll let me, Mr.
Mascalla."

     The bewildered janitor could say nothing. Susie gently
rolled him off of her and, as she always did, bent to lick his
shrinking cock, cleaning up their mingled juices and greedily
sucking up the last few drops of gism that still oozed from its
tip.

     "Miss Susie, I . . ."

      "No, don't say anything, Mr. Mascalla. It was wonderful.
You did me such a big favour. I hope it was as nice for you."

      She rose to her feet, naked, free, and lovely in the dim
light of the boiler-room. The old man watched her in bewildered
admiration as she dressed.

     As she started to pull on her panties, she had second
thoughts. They would only get in the way, she said to herself.
For a long time her mother had been surprised at how quickly
Susie's panties seemed to disappear from the lingerie drawer.
Whenever she could, Susie liked to go without them, and she
didn't always remember to stuff them into her purse or pocket
when she took them off. And often she liked to leave them
behind as souvenirs. This she did now, draping them over Mr.
Mascalla's lovely prick before she kissed him good-bye and
hurried away. She would be back again soon to see this dear
little old man with the big prick, but now she was looking for
other adventures before she had to be home for supper.

     Susie reminded herself to stop at Pop MacIntosh's variety
store before he closed. Pop carried everything in his cluttered
store, including some lingerie. Susie had an agreement with him
to supply her with panties whenever she needed them to appease
her mother's curiosity. Pop had even ordered in a whole gross
of Susie's brand of panties especially for her, but they were
fast disappearing.

     While a happy and satisfied Susie climbed the stairs from
the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.

     "Just look at that broom lying there, Thompson.
Marcella's gone off and just dropped everything. I almost
killed myself on the damn thing. Have you seen him anywhere?"

     "The janitor? No, I haven't. He must be downstairs."

     "Well, I'm going to find him and give him a piece of my
mind. If this sort of thing happens again, I'll talk to the
Superintendent and get rid of the little bastard. You go along,
Fred, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a
good night."

     "Good night, sir."

     Susie easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Thompson
and Mr. Cummings, the vice-principal. Susie was worried. She
certainly did not want Mr. Cummings to find the janitor
half-undressed in his corner, but above all she did not want
anything bad to happen to him, especially after what he had
just done for her. Fortunately it was the vice-principal who
had tripped over the broom. She knew exactly how to handle him.

     The vice-principal started down the stairs with the
abandoned broom in his hands. He stopped when he caught sight
of Susie.

     "Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"

      "No sir, Mr. Cummings."

      "Oh, it's you, Miss Merton. I didn't recognize you."

      His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over his
shoulder to see if Fred Thompson was still there.

      "Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It's
about last week."

      George Cummings gulped nervously. He well remembered last
week. Ever since, he had been alternately kicking himself for
having been so indiscreet, or relishing the memory of what had
happened in his office. Susie had come to see him for some
reason he couldn't remember and somehow--he still wasn't sure
exactly how it had happened--he had soon found himself with his
cock inside the young girl, screwing her on his desk. Though
often tempted, it was the first time he had ever succumbed to
the seductiveness of the nubile young flesh with which he was
constantly surrounded.  

     But no one had ever been as nubile or seductive as Susie.
He had never seen anything like her combination of girlish
innocence and searing eroticism. Now he was really worried.
What did she have to say to him? She couldn't be pregnant; it
was much too early to know that. Maybe she had told her
parents. Maybe she was going to demand money to keep quiet
about it. You never could tell with these little bitches. But,
oh it had been so sweet. His cock surged at the thought. He
stood still with countless nameless fears running through his
head, and a current of sexual energy through his body.

     Susie continued up the stairs until she was standing just
a few steps below him. Her face was right at his crotch level.
For the third time in little more than half an hour she reached
out and squeezed a man's prick through his pants.

     "I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again."

      Cummings felt a surge of lust shoot through him. His cock
stiffened and he breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief at
discovering that she wasn't here to cry or complain or try to
blackmail him, as had once happened with one of his colleagues.
At the same time he looked around nervously, afraid that
someone might see or hear. Susie squeezed again at the
stiffening flesh in his pants, remembering how it had felt in
her. It was thin, but oh so long, and hard, just like a
broom-handle. She looked again at the broom he was holding,
trying to imagine it inside her. Cummings turned abruptly,
still holding onto the broom.

     "Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my
office!" Susie contentedly followed him down the hallway.
Everything had worked perfectly; Mr. Mascalla was safe for the
time being and she was going to get fucked again. As soon as
they were behind his office door, the vice-principal set the
broom down and tried to embrace her. Susie squirmed away. She
didn't even like the man--he was the school disciplinarian--so
she was certainly not going to kiss him; but she did like his
cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she weanted to tease
him a bit.

     "I want to see it again, Mr. Cummings. I want to kiss it,
too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr. Cummings. Hurry.
I can't wait."

      "Don't worry, you little cunt. You'll see it soon enough,
and feel it, too. So last week wasn't enough, eh? You want
more?"

     "I always want more, Mr. Cummings," said Susie sweetly
and truthfully.

     Frantically Cummings began stripping off his clothes,
slowing himself down in his haste, catching his shoes in his
trouser legs. He was completely under her erotic spell again.
While she watched him struggle, Susie sat calmly in his chair,
behind the desk where he had screwed her the week before. She
threw up her skirt and spread her legs, giving him a perfect
view of her dewy pussy lips, still swollen from Mr. Mascalla's
fucking. The sight made it even more difficult for him.

     "Shit! You're really going to get it, you little bitch!"

     Idly, almost casually, Susie reached out and grabbed the
broom the vice-principal had leaned against the desk when they
came in. She swung it round, almost hitting him in the process,
until it lay in front of her. Then slowly, deliberately, she
pulled the end of the handle to her gleaming slit, rubbing it
up and down until it to shone with her juices, then pushing it
inch by inch into her bottomless pussy.

     "Oh my! Hurry up, please, Mr. Cummings. I want your cock
in me again, not this piece of wood. I bet your cock is even
harder than this. I just know I'll love it."

      Cummmings could not believe his eyes. Not only was this
fuckable thirteen-year old girl actually screwing herself with
a broom handle right in front of him, but her tiny,
fragile-looking pussy easily swallowed what seemed to him an
incredible length of the hard polished wood. It should be
coming out of her head, he thought to himself as he finally
stripped off his pants.

     Now he was naked from the waist down, his already stiff
prick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as long
and thin as Susie had remembered, and the sight of her fucking
her juicy pussy with the broom handle had brought him to a
state of excitement he hadn't known for years.

     "Come here, Sir. Let me taste it."

      "Damn right, you'll taste it, little bitch. Here! Suck
it! Suck my cock!"

     Eagerly he stepped in front of her, awkwardly avoiding
the shuttling broom. When he saw that she wasn't going to stop
fucking herself with it, he stepped over the broom handle,
straddling it so he could get closer to her. Both of Susie's
hands were occupied with that hard pole, so she just smiled and
pursed her lips. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head
forward, pushing his cock towards her mouth. Susie eagerly
opened her lips to suck it in, licking and caressing it with
her tongue until she was sure it was as hard as could be,
almost as hard as the broom handle. Then she let go of the
broom and reached up to grab at the vice-principal's hips and
pull his prick even further into her throat. The broom-stick
hung there between her thighs, still caught up in her tight
cunt, until the forces of gravity and her clenching muscles
pushed it out of her and it clattered to the floor. As it fell
Susie suddenly pulled back her head from his engorged prong.

     "Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Cummings. Fuck my
behind. Push it into me hard, real hard."

     "O.K. You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there
where I can get at it."

     Susie quickly got to her feet and leaned over the edge of
the big desk, poking her adorable behind right at the wildly
aroused vice-principal. In a moment he was doing just what she
asked for, sinking his long pole deep into her pussy, still
slippery and quivering from the effects of the broom and the
copious juices the little janitor had deposited there. But it
was not exactly what she wanted.

     "No. Not there, Mr. Cummings. The other place. I want to
feel your prick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum, please!"

      "Fuck!" cried Mr. Cummings, looking down at his cock
buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny openeing of her
asshole just above it. He didn't believe it. This little cunt
wanted him to screw her in the ass. He had never done such a
thing, though he had often imagined it as he watched the young
students in their tight jeans; and he had once tried it with
his wife but it had hurt both of them too much. But Susie!
Susie's delicious ass! The very idea made his cock jump deep
inside her cunt. It would tear her apart. Feeling his cock
throb with renewed excitement Susie began to fear that he might
come in her pussy before she got what she wanted.

     "Quick! Hurry, please, Sir! In my ass, fuck my ass!"

      "Damn fucking right, I'll fuck your ass, you little
cock-teaser. And you won't be able to sit down for a month!"

      The vice-principal pulled back. His long cock seemed to
take forever to slide out of her clutching pussy lips. It took
a real effort of will on his part to pull it that last couple
of inches so that it popped out into the air again. Even Susie
moaned in involuntary distress. But her moans turned to sighs
of contentment as she felt him awkwardly placing the head of
his cock at the wrinkled brown entrance to her intestines. He
couldn't believe it would go in there, it seemed so tiny and
tight, but something was driving him to try.

     "Oh my yes! That's it, sir! Now push it in me. Hard!"
          
     "Fuck!" he cried as he shoved forward brutally, not
caring what he did to the little girl. He was too far gone with
lust to consider the consequences. His cock-head pressed
painfully against her tight little opening, sliding away along
the sweaty crack. "How do you like that, you little bitch?"

     "Oh yes Sir! I like it! I love it like that! Push hard,
Sir. Push your cock into my ass! Hurry!"

     Something inside him wanted to punish this little girl
for putting him in this position. Something else in him just
wanted to bury his cock as far into her ass as it would go. He
held his shaft in position and shoved forward, feeling the knob
of his cock flatten painfully against the tiny opening. But
Susie squirmed her ass and pushed back at the same time with
such force that before he quite knew what had happened, his
long cock was sunk half-way into her ass and he could feel the
tight hot sheath squeezing down on him.  

     He was overcome with erotic fury. Closing his eyes he
pulled back and plunged in again, grabbing her hips to help him
thrust. In a few seconds he was completely buried in her, the
firm round cheeks of her ass pressed against his belly.
Frantically he pulled his shirt aside so he could feel her
flesh on his. Then he began sawing in and out of her with
great, driving strokes, overwhelmed by the tightness and the
heat and the strength with which Susie clamped her ass muscles
down on him, but even more so by the very idea of what he was
doing.

     Susie squirmed back in ecstasy, loving the feeling of
that long rod slicing into her, clenching and squeezing her ass
muscles, gasping in delight as he drove into her over and over
again. It was so good. It was always so good when she had a
cock in her, no matter where. She came with a series of small
explosions that made her asshole clutch convulsively at the
cock that filled it. Cummings was so incredibly excited, and
Susie's ass was much too tight, for him to last long, and in
less than two minutes he collapsed panting onto her back. His
weight pressed her titties cruelly against his desk as his cock
throbbed and squirted its load deep into her bowels. Susie
moaned and came again as she felt him shoot, then she gently
squeezed his shrinking cock in gratitude.

     When he finally recovered and pulled away, Cummings
looked down at the fragile body still spread over his desk, at
the round swell of her girlish ass, at his own stained and
streaked cock. He couldn't believe it; it couldn't have
happened. But he was even more shocked and incredulous when the
young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him, reaching
out for his now limp prick. Then she fell to her knees in front
of him and kissed the head of his cock.

     "Now I want to taste it, Mr. Cummings. That was so good.
Your cock fit so nice in my behind. But it got all dirty there,
so I'm going to clean it off."

     "Shit, girl! You can't! What the fuck? It's . . . that's
filthy!"

     "I know. That's why I like it so much!"

     And she bent happily to her work. Despite his revulsion
at the thought, he could not resist. Susie licked avidly at his
cock, searching out every speck of flavour, taking it inside
her warm mouth again and washing it with her tongue. And while
she sucked and licked she spoke to him, and in those few
minutes she made him realize that she would love to let him
drive his long prick into her asshole, cunt, or mouth again,
but that Mr. Mascalla was her very dear friend, and if he lost
his job she would be so sad that she might not want to fuck the
vice-principal again, ever.

     A shaken Mr. Cummings slowly pulled on his trousers again
as Susie bounced out of his office, her bare ass flashing under
her short skirt. Susie continued on out of the school.
Temporarily, at least, her itches had been scratched. Besides,
she was sure that there was no one else left in the building.
It had been a nice end to her school day. Now she had to stop
by Pop's to pick up a spare pair of panties to replace the ones
she had left in the boiler-room. Not that she would put them
on, though; it was still a long walk home, and who knew how
many nice cocks she might run into--or have run into her--on
the way.
          


Continued in part 2...


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From: jorgen.nilsson@mbox2.swipnet.se (Jorgen Nilsson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: "Susie, 13yr slut, part 2/4" (f/MMMMM)
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 1996 15:44:09 GMT
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********************** WARNING ***********************

This is a story of explicit sexual nature. If you dislike
these kind of stories, or, if you are under 18 years of age, 
DO NOT read it, erase it.


********************** WARNING ***********************





I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
However, if you liked it, please let me know via e-mail.
It's always nice with encouraging letters...

If you didn't like it, erase it....:)



          

                         AFTER SCHOOL
                                Part 2 


     Humming happily to herself, Susie pushed open the door of
MacIntosh's Gift and Variety. A little bell rang out, and three
men gathered near the counter looked up to see who had come in.
One of them, of course, was Pop MacIntosh; the other two Susie
had never seen before. One of the strangers was talking loudly
when Susie entered, waving a large cigar in the air; he was a
big, barrel-chested man in a plaid suit almost as loud as his
voice. The other was smaller and quieter, balding and
bespectacled. The big man had evidently just told a dirty joke,
for he and Pops burst into laughter while the little man
grinned sheepishly. They grew suddenly silent when they saw
Susie in the doorway. 

     "Hi, Pops! How's business?" 

     "Susie! What a sight for sore eyes. I was hoping you'd
drop in today. I've been telling these gentlemen about you, and
they're very anxious to meet you." 

     Susie's pussy twitched delightedly at Pop's words. She
knew what "meet" meant in this case, and she was always happy
to "meet" new men. Thanks to Pop she had met a lot of men
lately. 

     "Christ, MacIntosh! Is that her? But she's jail-bait.
Just a kid," the big man whispered to Pop, but Susie overheard
and smiled. 

     "Don't worry, gents," Pop whispered back, winking at
Susie. "She may be little but she's got more than enough for
both of you. But you're free to leave if you want." 

     "Oh no!" exclaimed the smaller one. "We'll stay. We'll
stay." 

     The variety store business was not a good one, and Pops
had been sinking further and further into debt until he met
Susie earlier that year. One day she had gone in for some candy
and found him looking so sad that she had sat under his counter
and sucked his cock to cheer him up. She liked come much better
than candy anyway. After that she began dropping in regularly
to suck him off or to ask him to fuck her in his back room.
That was when he had begun supplying her with replacement
panties; he had actually offered her anything in the store, but
she knew he was having financial problems and refused to take
anything except the pleasure of having his cock in her. 

     Once she had come in and found him in the middle of a
terrible argument with a strange, hard-looking man who was
insisting that Pop pay his debts--or else. Susie had quickly
manoeuvered the man into the back room and just as quickly
manoeuvered his cock into her. She still remembered how cruelly
and brutally he had fucked her; she was disappointed that he
had never come back. But after that day there were many others.
Soon she was regularly satisfying Pop's creditors--and
herself--in his back room several times a week. Susie was sure
that by now Pop didn't owe anybody anything, she had taken on
so many cocks in that dusty store-room, many of them over and
over again. She suspected that now he was simply finding men
who would pay him to "meet" her. She didn't mind at all; in
fact, Susie couldn't think of a nicer arrangement. That way
everybody benefited, especially her. 

     Today, as she felt the eyes of the three men on her, she
knew she was in for an interesting time in the back room. She
smiled her thanks to Pop; he tried to smile back but he had no
teeth so his smile always looked like a grimace. He was a
chubby, rotund man, in his late fifties, and completely bald.
But he had a nice cock. She hoped the others did too. 

     "This is Mr. Harrison and Mr. Messner, Susie. They're
salesmen. Mr. Harrison is in tobacco--cigars, cigarettes--and
Mr. Messner's line is candy. And this is Susie, gentlemen." 

     "Pleased to meet you, sir, and you too, sir." 

     "Now, what can I do for you, young lady?" asked Pop with
a twinkle in his eye. "If it's cigars or lollipops you want,
you've come at the right time." 

     They all laughed, but Susie noted that the two strangers
were a little uneasy. Now that they had finally met the girl
Pop had been telling them about, they couldn't quite believe
it. She certainly didn't seem the type, yet there was something
about her that set their cocks twitching in their pants. Susie
looked pointedly at their crotches and smiled. 

     "Gee, I really like lollipops, but I've never tried a
cigar." 

     "Maybe you should, eh, Susie girl," said Mr. Harrison,
the big one. "Nothing like a good big cigar to set the juices
flowing, eh Pop?" He laughed again, his eyes glued so tightly
to Susie's titties that he didn't see her lick her lips in
anticipation. 

     "Lollipops are good, too. Don't forget that candy is
dandy." said the candy salesman. 

     "Well, I hope Mr. Messner will let me taste his
lollipop--I bet it's a really nice one--and I'd be happy to try
your cigar, too, Mr. Harrison, but please don't tell anyone.
I'm not old enough to smoke." Even though she rather liked this
kind of teasing conversation, Susie decided to hurry things
along. "But actually, what I came in for was . . . well, it's
embarrassing. I seem to have lost my panties again, Pop, and I
need a new pair before I go home." 

     The two salesmen didn't quite know how to react to this
unexpected declaration, but Pop knew how to play the game. 

     "Lost your panties again, Susie? That's the second time
this week and its only Wednesday. Very careless of you. But how
do I know you're telling the truth? I think you'd better show
us." 

     Susie immediately pulled her skirt up above her waist and
spun around in front of the three men. They watched wide-eyed
as her delightfully round ass and tender, beckoning pussy
flashed by in front of them. 

     "Golly! She's naked!" gasped Mr. Messner, taking off his
glasses. Harrison just stared. 

     "Well, you certainly have lost them--or given them away,"
said Pop. At least it looks that way." 

     "Oh yes, Pop. They're really gone. But you don't have to
believe me, these men will tell you, won't you? Put your hands
down here and tell Pop if I'm naked or not, please, sirs." 

     With those words, Susie reached out and took one hand of
each salesman. Mr. Messner was short enough that she could
press his hand right against her pussy. She tugged impatiently
on an astonished Harrison's arm until he bent down and she
could press his fingers against her ass cheek. The small
lollipop salesman, immediately began moving his fingers through
her silken pussy hair. He had never felt anything like it. But
Harrison just let his hand rest on her ass cheek as if
paralysed. Then he swore and set his cigar down on the counter,
before moving his other hand to Susie's other ass cheek. 

     "Yes, she is. She's naked. Oh my goodness, she's naked,
MacIntosh" stammered Mr. Messner. Harrison said nothing at
first. He simply squeezed Susie's ass in disbelief, then he
burst out with: 

     Christ! She is naked! I don't believe it!" 

     "See? I told you. No panties," laughed Susie, suddebnly
spinning away from the two men. 

     "Well, I think I just might have some panties in the back
that will fit you, but we'll have to try them on first." 

     "O.K. Pop. But if they don't fit, maybe Mr. Harrison and
Mr. Messner could just put their hands back there again. They
felt so nice and warm." She suddenly burst into an
uncontrollable fit of giggles. "Boy, but we'd sure look funny
walking down the street." 

     "I don't know about that, Susie, but I bet the guys would
like it. Lets get into the back-room and try something on." 

     "Christ yeah! Lead the way, MacIntosh! Come on, Messner!
Don't just stand there looking stupid. This is prime pussy!" 

     Pop led the way to his cluttered store-room, Susie
followed him while the other two men followed her, trying to
get their hands back onto her naked ass. She slowed to make it
easier for them. 

     "Oh, that's so nice. But I guess I'll have to get all
undressed if I'm going to try the panties on, won't I Pop?" 

     "Yes, indeed, Susie. How else could we see if they fit?
But these two gentlemen will help you, won't you boys? Help
Susie get undressed?" 

     Suddenly Mr. Messner--Susie had begun to think of the two
salesmen as the cigar man and the lollipop man--grabbed at the
hem of her skirt and tried to pull it down. 

     "Oh, golly yes! Here, let me help!" 

     "You have to undo the zipper first, Mr. Messner. Mr
Harrison, could you help me with my T-shirt please?" 

     While the lollipop man awakwardly tried to tug her skirt
down over her hips, the cigar man let go of her ass and started
to pull up her T-shirt. Susie held her hands in the air, but
Harrison stopped pulling as soon as her T-shirt was covering
her face. He was so fascinated by her young, but full-fleshed
titties and their quivering nipples that he couldn't resist
touching them, palming them. Meanwhile Messner had finally got
her skirt down around her ankles and he was kneeling in front
of her stroking her sparse but silken pussy hair. Susie sighed
happily, thrust her breasts out against the cigar man's rough
fingers, and began to jerk her hips in response to the lollipop
man's caresses. Pop was opening a package, and suddenly spoke
up. 

     "Here we are. These should fit. We'll just slip them on
as soon as you finish undressing her." 

     Harrison quickly let go of Susie's titties and finished
pulling the T-shirt over her head, wanting to get his hands
back on to her as soon as possible. 

     "Christ, MacIntosh! Hurry it up. This is getting
interesting. God! What a pair of tits for a kid!" 

     But Pop MacIntosh was in no hurry; he knew how it all
would end and he enjoyed watching these men's discomfort. He
held up a tiny pair of pink bikini panties, just a fragile wisp
of cloth. In fact they were identical to the ones Susie had
left with Mr. Mascalla because they had come out of the same
box just the day before. While the two salesmen watched
impatiently Pop helped Susie step into them and pulled them up
for her, letting his stubby hands slide appreciatively over her
body as he did so.  

     Susie's experienced eye could see movement beneath all
the men's slacks. It was a good thing her inner itches had been
so well scratched before she left school or she would have
quickly lost patience with this game. But she knew that Pop
enjoyed it, and she knew that she would not have long to wait
before the game turned serious--and she was sure she would be
the winner. So she relaxed and enjoyed the rough and awkward
but familiar caresses Pop bestowed on her. 

     The panties stretched and moulded themselves to her
delicious roundness. The material cupped the slight swell of
her Venus mound so closely that the quivering pussy lips could
be clearly seen beneath the almost transparent cloth; it
stretched over the curves of her ass like a second skin. As she
turned in front of the admiring and lusting men, the bell over
the front door tinkled its unwelcome message. Pop had to go to
look after his customer, leaving Susie alone with the two very
horny salesmen who were having a very hard time keeping their
hands to themselves after the liberties they had been allowed
earlier. 

     "I don't think that these will do. They're much too big."

     "Too big?" the lollipop man asked incredulously, his eyes
almost bulging out of his head. 

     "Yes, much too big. Why I bet you could get your hand
right inside here at the front." She guided his trembling hand
into position right over her pussy. "There! Didn't I tell you?
You can even move your fingers around. And you, Mr. Harrison, I
bet you could get your hands inside, too, here at the back.
See! You can move it around too. Ohhh yes! Move them like that!
It's so nice." 

     Susie was right. It was entirely possible for both men to
get their hands in her pants. They were pressed close against
her. Once she had pushed their hands under the waistband of her
panties they were ready to take it from there. 

     "Oh my goodness," cried Mr. Messner as his fingers
slipped between her pussy lips and were almost sucked into her
cunt. "My God! What an ass!" grunted Mr. Harrison as he probed
at her ass crack. The material of the panties stretched
incredibly but it did not break; that was why Susie liked them
so much. The lollipop man suddenly bent down and took one of
her hard little nipples in his mouth as his finger moved in her
pussy; the cigar man's hand soon grabbed hold of the other
breast and squeezed it. Susie sighed in delight, but it was not
nearly enough for her. 

     "Oh yes, oh my yes! Oh thank you for helping me with my
panties. But they won't do will they. I'll have to take them
off until Pop can find me another pair." 

     "Yes! Take them off. I'll do it!" cried Mr. Messner,
pushing at the offending piece of cloth. 

     She stepped out of the panties but the men's hands
remained on her. Mr. Messner's fingers were now digging
furiously into her cunt while Mr. Harrison was beginning to
probe at her tiny asshole. Susie reached out to either side of
her, found the male organs she was searching for, and squeezed.

     "Oh my! Is this your cigar, Mr. Harrison? And I bet this
is your lollipop, Mr. Messner. I just love to suck on
lollipops. I'm sort of an all-day sucker. And who knows? Maybe
I'll like the feel of a cigar in my mouth too. Oh, your hands
feel so good. Go ahead, Mr. Harrison, you can push your fingers
in there. I like things stuck in my behind." 

     Susie had decided not to waste any more time. She played
these little games largely for Pop MacIntosh's sake and he
wasn't here now. Quickly her practised hands lowered the men's
zippers and managed to extricate their half-hard cocks. 

     "Oh, how lovely! What a big cigar! And what a delicious
looking lollipop! I just have to taste it!" 

     She bent at the waist and began to suck on Mr. Messner's
juicy lollipop. It really was delicious, hard and firm in her
mouth. While she sucked she wiggled her dimpled ass in Mr.
Harrison's face. It did not take him long to get her message.
He rubbed his rapidly swelling cock through her dripping
ass-crack, then with one vigorous push he planted his big cigar
deep in her pussy.  

     Both men had lost all inhibitions now. Mr. Messner was
driving his rigid lollipop right into her throat, holding her
by the head as he furiously fucked her face; behind her, Mr.
Harrison was frantically plunging his big cigar in and out of
her devouring cunt. Susie's tiny body was buffeted between the
two men. Mr. Harrison grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her
against him as he drove into her. Her feet were completely off
the floor now; she was supported only by the iron-hard cocks
buried deep in her mouth and cunt. When they plunged into her
together, she thought she could feel their cock-heads collide
somewhere deep inside her, and their collision set off
incredible explosions in her body. It was wonderful. She closed
her eyes and clutched at Mr. Messner's hips, trying to slide
his cock even deeper into her throat. The sensations continued
to mount with every thrust, and the explosions they set off in
her grew sharper and bigger every second. 

     The big cigar in her cunt exploded first, flooding her
with its juices. As his cock softened and threatened to slip
out of her pussy, Mr. Harrison lowered her gently to her knees.
She did not let go of Mr. Messner's hips, holding his lollipop
between her lips and relishing the way it thrust incessantly
into her throat. The zipper of his fly dug into her cheek as
she strained to swallow the entire length of his cock into her
tightly constricted throat, but the little bit of pain only
added to her pleasure. Finally he too could hold out no longer
and Susie found herself eagerly swallowing gob after gob of
sweet lollipop juice. 

     When she had drained every drop from Mr. Messner's
lollipop, Susie, as usual, turned to Mr. Reynold's limp cigar
and took it into her mouth to lick clean of their mingled
juices. She was still cradling it lovingly between her lips
when Pop came hurrying back. 

     "You've started without me! That's not fair! But isn't
Susie a lovely little girl?" 

     "Christ! What a cunt! And what a mouth!" grunted Mr.
Harrison as Susie finished licking up the drops of come that
clung to the hairs of his balls. "Oh my goodness! I've never
felt anything like it," said Mr. Messner, watching in hypnotic
fascination as the mouth that had just sucked him off worked
over his colleague's limp prick. At last Susie let go of the
salesman's cigar and looked over impatiently at Pop.  

     "I just couldn't wait, Pop. I didn't mean to forget you.
How could I? Hurry and get undressed and let's do it like we
did on Monday. I ate Mr. Messner's lollipop and had Mr.
Harrison's cigar in me. Now I want Pop's popsicle!" 

     Even as she spoke the old store-keeper was quickly
undressing until all he wore was an old and yellowed undershirt
that barely covered his protruding belly, and certainly didn't
conceal his protruding cock, a surprisingly sturdy tool. 

     Pop MacIntosh and Susie worked together like a well-
practised team--which they were. Pop hurriedly pulled out an
old blanket and sat on the floor. Susie crouched between his
legs and licked lovingly at his cock until it was hard and
erect. Then Pop lay back on the blanket while Susie clambered
over his body, set his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and
slowly sank down onto it until her ass was pressed tightly
against his belly. Then she began to bounce. Up and down. In
and out. Faster and faster she moved on the shop-keeper's
throbbing pole. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open,
releasing strange whimpers of pleasure as orgasm overtook her. 

     But Pop's cock stayed hard in her cunt and Susie did not
stop moving. The sensations in her belly built quickly to new
peaks as she slid up and down, screwing her ass around the pole
she so happily impaled herself on. She was beginning a climb to
a gigantic climax when she turned to the two watching salesmen
and called to them to come closer. Without breaking her rhythm
she reached out and grasped their reawakening cocks. The two
men stood, one on each side of Pop's head, their cocks pointing
straight towards Susie. Moaning in pleasure, she pulled them
even closer and bent her head forward until her lips were able
to close around the head of the Mr. Messner's juicy lollipop.
She sucked avidly for a few seconds, then let go and stuffed
Mr. Harrison's big cigar into her mouth. 

     Up and down she bounced on Pop's cock, clutching at first
one salesman's balls, then the other's, as she sucked on their
cocks. But her excitement and passion only went up. With Pop's
fat pole stuffed into her cunt and two juicy pricks for her
mouth to feast upon, Susie was in heaven. Hungry for all the
cock she could swallow she tried to pull both salesmen's pricks
into her mouth at the same time. Four hands tangled in her hair
and pulled her head forward as her lips stretched wider than
ever before. Then they were in her. 

     "Christ!" groaned Mr. Harrison; "Golly!" exclaimed Mr.
Messner. They each tried to push their cocks deeper into her
mouth but there simply wasn't room. For Susie the sensation was
so intense, the feeling of being completely stuffed with cock
so strong that her quivering body went over the edge again, and
this time her convulsing cunt took Pop with her. He cried out
and clutched at her hips as his prick began to spurt deep
within her belly. Susie had to let the two salesmen's cocks pop
free from her mouth. They were swelling too quickly. She
collapsed onto Pop's chest, panting and whimpering as the
convulsions of her orgasm shook her slender body. When she had
stopped trembling she began to whisper her gratitude to the old
man, nuzzling at his grizzled chest hair while he stroked her
head. The two salesmaen stood there, their cocks sticking out
grotesquely in front of them, watching the old man and the
young girl, desperately wanting to plunge their cocks back into
her. 

     After a few seconds Susie lifted her head. The two men
were now both fiercely erect. Susie's eyes glowed with
anticipation as she looked at the hard flesh poking out from
their pants. 

     "Oh goodie! My lollipop and my cigar are back. I want you
both again. But you have too many clothes on." 

     She gently disengaged herself from Pop, bending to plant
a big kiss on the end of his cock, licking up the come that
still dribbled from it. The two men hurriedly stripped off
their clothes and pressed close to Susie, reaching out to touch
and squeeze her flesh. Susie grabbed Mr. Messner's lollipop and
pulled him to the blanket where Pop was sitting watching. Then
she pushed him down so that he was facing Pop and made him lie
back on the floor. Before he quite realized what was happening
she was straddling the candy salesman, her back to his head,
letting her pussy sink down onto his hard cock, just as she had
on Pop's only moments before. 

     "Oh my, yes! I just love your lollipop in my honeypot!
Now all I need is your big cigar, Mr. Harrison." 

     Harrison tried to push his way in front of her so she
could suck his cock but Pop was sitting there, smiling like an
inscrutable Buddha and he wouldn't move. The salesman was going
to push the old man out of the way when Susie asked him to
wait. Then she bent forward, still firmly planted on Mr.
Messner's spike, so that her face fell towards Pop's lap. The
old man grasped her head and pulled it against his limp and
sticky prick. Susie sensuously rubbed her cheek over his cock
and balls, purring almost like a kitten. Messner began trying
to move his cock in her tightly clasping cunt. 

     "Your cigar now, please! Let me have your cigar. Put it
in me. In my bum!" 

     Pop lay back and Susie pressed her face against his
crotch. Her ass was in the air and the tobacco salesman could
see her cunt lips stretched tightly around the other salesman's
cock. Above it was the tiny winking eye of her asshole. He
couldn't believe that she meant him to fuck her there but there
was nowhere else and his hard cock was demanding satisfaction. 

     Susie had opened her mouth and swallowed almost all of
Pop's limp and resting cock. The old man clutched her head. Her
ass moved, spiralling round on the hard shaft that filled her
cunt. It was driving Harrison frantic as he stared at her tiny
asshole. His cock leaped at the thought of penetrating it, but
surely it was impossible. Impatiently Susie lifted her head
from Pop's tasty prick and cried out, almost moaning in
passion. 

     "Please, put it in me, Mr. Harrison. In my ass. Fuck me
in the ass with your big cigar." 

     She began nursing on the old man's cock again, trying to
hold her ass still, but the twitching lollipop in her pussy
made her want to move, to screw herself furiously on it. She
moaned in pleasure around Pop's cock when she felt Harrison's
rough hands clutching at her ass. It was all too much for him
to take. If she wanted to be fucked in the ass, he was going to
do it, no matter what it did to her. Stepping over his
colleague's prostrate body, he dug his fingers into her ass
cheeks and held her still as he shoved his hard and demanding
prick into her ass crack. Muttering and cursing he poked at her
asshole, feeling himself slide away each time until finally he
hit the tiny opening and the head of his cock popped magically
inside the tight anal ring. He almost roared with passion as
Susie's clamped down on him. She, too, cried out in pleasure
but Pop's cock was already swelling again in her throat and
only a muffled groan emerged. 

     Blind with lust, the cigar man clutched painfully at
Susie's ass and began to push his cock into her bowels. He
couldn't believe that he was inside her, yet he could feel his
cock sink further and further into her ass on each thrust. He
could feel the pressure of the cock in her cunt, and Susie
could feel both hard muscles throbbing inside her, sending
delicious sensations of fullness through her. 

     "All the way! Push it in me all the way. I want all your
cocks. Oh I can feel you both! Isn't it wonderful. You're both
so deep in me" 

     At last Harrison had sunk the full length of his big
cigar into her ass. The two men filled her lower passages with
their engorged flesh. Susie began to move, writhing and
twisting her ass, feeling the hard cocks move inside her,
rubbing against each other. The two men had to move too.
Beneath her, Mr. Messner strained to lift his hips and push his
cock deeper into her pussy; behind her, Mr. Harrison could
plunge easily into her ass. And in front of her she had Pop's
delicious meat to suck on. Susie felt as if she were in heaven.
Every motion of their hard cocks sent waves of pleasure through
her, and they kept moving. All three men had just come in her
moments before, so despite Susie's erotic charms it was a long
time before they were ready to render up another liquid homage
to her. 

     She came again and again. She was stuffed to bursting
with hard cock. It was wonderful. It should never stop. By now,
Pop's cock was hard in her mouth as well, pushing its way into
her throat. After one immensely satisfying orgasm that shook
her whole body, Susie suddenly stopped moving. Mr. Harrison
continued ploughing his fat cigar into her asshole, but with a
neat flip of her hips, Susie dislodged him and quickly pulled
her cunt off of Mr. Messner's solid spike. Both men burst into
complaint and grabbed at her, their red and raging cocks
bobbing in the air. Susie felt incredibly empty, but she wanted
a change. And besides, the men were getting too close to coming
and she didn't want to finish yet. They needed a change of
pace. 

     "Wait, please. Just a minute. I want to do it another
way. Please." 

     Harrison just grunted impatiently and tried to grab her
ass again; he wanted back in that tight, hot hole. Messner lay
there looking bewildered, his long red cock waving in the air.
But Pop just smiled a big happy grin and lay back watching,
knowing Susie would look after them all. She turned her back on
him and squatted over his prick. 

     "Your cock, Pop! Put it in my asshole, please." 

     Pop took his rigid organ between two fingers and pointed
it directly at Susie's recently vacated asshole. She felt it
press against her and bent her knees, sitting down on it. The
two salesmen watched in fascination as that tiny opening easily
swallowed up the fat head of the old man's cock. Susie sighed
with contentment and relaxed her knees, letting all her weight
rest on Pop's hard spike, moaning as she felt it sink deep into
her ass. Then she lay back on the old man's flabby chest. He
reached around and seized her titties to hold her in place. Her
cunt was now exposed. 

     "Now your lollipop, Mr. Messner. Fuck me with your
lollipop. Fuck me hard!" 

     Messner quickly scrambled to his feet and knelt in front
of her so he could plunge his eager cock back into that
incredible pussy. This time he was on top and could move
freely. He drove into her wildly and enthusiastically while
Susie encouraged him with cries of passion. But Harrison
couldn't stand being left out. He roared his disapproval and
tried to pull the smaller man off of Susie's body until she
stopped him by gasping out: 

     "Oh no, Mr. Harrison. I want you too, I want your big
cigar in my mouth. I want you to fuck my face with it. Come
here, please." 

     Harrison let go of the lollipop man who continued banging
away frantically at Susie's pussy. He looked down at his prick,
remembering that it had just come out of her asshole. But she
cried out again and urged him to hurry. Her head hung back over
Pop's shoulder, so he knelt behind her, trying to get into
position to feed her his cock. Susie reached back blindly and
caught it in her hand, pulling him right into her mouth and
beginning to suck, savouring the strong taste and pungent odour
her asshole had left on him. He clutched at her head and began
pushing his cigar in and out of her clasping lips. With her
head bent back, he had clear access to her throat and soon his
fat cock was pushing right into that narrow tunnel. He gasped
in pleasure as he felt it squeeze down on his cockhead. It
seemed even tighter than her asshole, and Susie's moans and
cries of pleasure, muffled by his fat cock in her throat, sent
strange vibrations through his flesh that made him plunge even
harder into her. 

     Once again Susie was wonderfully filled in all three
holes with hard cock. And once again her pleasure soared with
every plunge they took into her mouth and cunt. Pop's stiff
prick in her asshole was the one fixed point in her paroxysms
of pleasure. From either end, her other two fuckers drove
fiercely into her, even more vigorously than before.  

     The brief rest had done them good--increased their
eagerness, yet taken the edge off their arousal. They continued
to plunge into her for a long, long time. Sometimes one would
stop for a while to catch his breath, but there was always at
least one stiff prick pounding into her. As she exploded into
orgasm after orgasm, Susie writhed on Pop MacIntosh's impaling
pole, making it move deliciously in her asshole and making the
old man clutch fiercely at her titties. Susie lost all sense of
time and place, so intense were the convulsive spasms that
shook her body. Then she felt first one, then the other two
pricks begin to spurt into her at almost the same time, and the
feel of all that come pouring into her triggered an orgasm that
almost made her black out, but she did not want to lose one bit
of the overwhelming sensations. She was awash in come and she
loved it. 

     The four bodies collapsed into a tangled, heaving mass on
the blanket. The men were panting in exhaustion. They could
hardly move. With a stab of disappointment Susie felt the
dwindlig pricks slip out of her cunt and asshole. She continued
to suck on the prick in her mouth until there was nothing more
to be had from it. Then, carefully extricating herself from the
pile of bodies, she found the other two cocks that had just
shot in her and began licking each of them clean, revelling in
their distinctive tastes. When she finally stopped and got to
her feet, the men were still in no condition to do anything.
But Susie felt invigorated and ready for more. 

     "Gee, that was wonderful! I hope you liked it. You were
really all so good to me, giving me your lollipop and your
cigar. Thank you, Mr. Messner. Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I hope
you come back again real soon. I'd love to stay and suck you
until you got hard again, but it's getting late, and I've got
to go. But oh boy, was it ever good! And thank you too, Pop,
for introducing me to Mr. Messner and Mr. Harrison. I'm always
happy to meet men like them. I'll see you tomorrow after
school." 

     All the time she was speaking, Susie was slipping into
her skirt and T-shirt and stepping into her sandals. The men
watched her in a daze. She really would have liked to suck them
up into erection again, but she knew that their cocks and balls 
were completely depleted, and it might take forever. She still
had time for other adventures before she had to be home, and
she didn't want to waste the time. She carefully knelt beside
them and gave each of their cocks a big kiss, before jumping to
her feet and slipping out the back door. She left the panties
behind. One of the men might want them for a souvenir, and
besides, she did not want to be bothered by them just yet. She
would come back tomorrow and suck Pop off in exchange for
another pair. 

     Susie felt wonderfully alive and exhilarated. Life was so
good to her, planting hard horny pricks in her path no matter
where she went. She had had a lovely visit with Pop, and she
had been totally filled with cock and with come. It had been
lovely, but she was still ready for more. And home was still
blocks away. 


Continued in part 3...


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From: jorgen.nilsson@mbox2.swipnet.se (Jorgen Nilsson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: "Susie, 13yr slut, part 3/4" (f/MMMMM)
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 1996 15:44:32 GMT
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********************** WARNING ***********************

This is a story of explicit sexual nature. If you dislike
these kind of stories, or, if you are under 18 years of age, 
DO NOT read it, erase it.


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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
However, if you liked it, please let me know via e-mail.
It's always nice with encouraging letters...

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                         AFTER SCHOOL

                                 Part 3 


     Susie whistled gaily as she walked down the street. Her
hips swung in an instinctive fucking rhythm that no man could
ignore. Many of those who turned to follow her tantalizing ass
were rewarded with a glimpse of gleaming white flesh as her
short skirt was caught by a passing breeze. 

     The aftertaste of come was still strong in her mouth and
Susie relished it. But the male juices she had swallowed had
only satisfied one very special kind of thirst; all her
activity had generated another. So, when she passed the Deluxe
Luncheonette and old Mrs. Vastos waved to her through the
window, Susie decided to stop for a soft drink. She hadn't been
in the restaurant for a long time and wanted to say hello to
the elderly Greek couple who ran it. 

     "Hi, Mrs. Vastos! Hi, Mr. Vastos! How are you?" 

     "Why, Miss Susie! Hello! Long time you no come here." 

     "Oh, I've been very busy. Starting Juniour High and all."
The "all" was, of course, sex. Since her introduction to it
that summer, Susie had had to forego many of her old habits and
activities. One of them had been stopping in at the Deluxe
after school. Now she did other things after school. 

     "You in Junior High already? My, you grow up fast. You
look real good, too, Miss Susie. Theo, come see. Here Miss
Susie to say hello." 

     "I just dropped in for a coke." 

     "A coke. O.K. You sit down. Theo, take Miss Susie a
coke." 

     Susie sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. The
vinyl banquette felt cold and sticky on her bare skin. She
tried to spread her skirt demurely over her knees. Theo Vastos
brought the drink she had ordered. He was Mrs. Vastos's
husband. Both of them were in their seventies. The restaurant
was mainly run by their sons, but at least part of every day,
when business was slow, Mrs. Vastos sat behind the cash
register and Mr. Vastos wiped half-heartedly at the tables. 

     After he set the coke down, Theo Vastos stopped to chat
with her in his careful but awkward and limited English. He
made Susie think of Mr. Marcella, the school janitor, which
brought immediately to her mind the janitor's immense and still
vigorous cock, despite its age. The memory of how he had fucked
her in the boiler-room just an hour before started up a new
itch in her pussy and she automatically looked down at Mr.
Vastos's crotch. She was surprised at what she saw. 

     "Why Mr. Vastos, your fly is undone. Your zipper." 

     The old man looked down in confusion. He had indeed
forgot to do up his fly when he last came from the toilet. It
was so hard to remember everything these days. Hastily he tried
to pull it up, but in his hurry he somehow got it stuck. His
pulling and tugging only made things worse. 

     "It's stuck, Mr. Vastos. Don't pull so hard. Here, let me
see if I can fix it." 

     Susie bent forward, her face only inches from the old
man's open fly, and pushed and pulled at the zipper to no
avail. Despite her extensive experience with men's zippers, she
could not make it move. 

     But something else did move. Susie became aware of
movement inside the old man's pants. Her hands were already at
his open fly, and nothing in the world could have stopped them
from slipping inside on a voyage of discovery. It was madness,
here in the restaurant with his wife just a few feet away.
However, Mr. Vastos was standing with his back to the
cash-register, facing Susie, and no one else could see exactly
what was happening. 

     Susie's hands found and instinctively began fondling the
old man's hidden cock. Mr. Vastos was silent. She was surprised
that he accepted her actions so naturally, surprised and
delighted. The restaurant was empty and Susie was not used to
stopping once she got a cock in her hands. Carefully she
extricated the twitching organ from its confines and pulled it
out into the open. Mr. Vastos's cock was the youngest thing
about him. Susie marvelled at its soft, fresh skin, and its
rapidly growing length and hardness as she caressed it with her
gentle but knowing hands. She looked up at the old man and
whispered, hoping his wife could not hear: 

     "Oh, Mr. Vastos! It's so nice. I hope you don't mind but
I just had to see it. I couldn't help it." 

     She had eyes only for that lovely thing, and she was
about to lean forward and kiss it when her reverie was rudely
interrupted. 

     "Papa! What you take so long for? You bothering Miss
Susie?" 

     It was Mrs. Vastos. She had left her cash-register and
was hobbling painfully on her arthritis-ridden legs towards the
back of the restaurant. Susie frantically tried to push the old
man's prick back into his pants, but her caresses had had their
effect and it was now too long, too hard. Mr. Vastos didn't
seem to be worried that his wife might discover him like this,
his cock poking out of his pants right in front of a
thirteen-year old schoolgirl. 

     "Oh! So that what going on. But maybe Susie no like. You
ask her first, Theo?" 

     "My zipper, Mama. My zipper stuck. Won't go up. Miss
Susie help." 

     "Funny helping. Zipper no go up but something else do.
So, you like, Susie? I thought so all the time, but you so
young I wonder. Me, I like too when I your age. My Theo, he
have nice schlong, you no think?" 

     Susie had never heard the word "schlong" before, but she
knew exactly what Mrs. Vastos was talking about. Once she got
over her amazement she stopped trying to hide the wonderful
tool, but she felt she should at least let go of it. Mrs.
Vastos had a very unusual attitude but Susie didn't know how
far it would extend. Looking was one thing, touching might be
quite another. The old man's long, youthful cock stood there,
poking straight out from his fly, and all three of them looked
at it with admiration. 

     "You're not angry then, Mrs. Vastos? I mean me touching
your husband. It was me who did it, not Mr. Vastos. It was all
my fault." 

     "Fault, schmalt. No fault. Theo really proud of his
schlong. Like to show it to the girls. But that's nothing. You
should see our sons. Great big. Like this." 

     Mrs. Vastos stretched her hands several feet apart. Susie
knew she was exaggerating, but just the thought of two sons
with pricks even bigger than their father's was enough to make
her pussy Tache with sudden want. 

     "It's a very nice prick, uh, I mean schlong. You have
every right to be proud, Mr. Vastos. At your age, too." 

     "Poor Theo. He stuck with it now. I no bother with that
stuff any more, but Theo, he still like it." 

     Mr. Vastos looked imploringly at Susie, then down at his
slightly wilting erection. She reached out tentatively and
touched his cock. His wife said nothing. Emboldened, Susie
wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it throb against her
hand. Then she started moving her hand up and down its length.
She looked over at Mrs. Vastos who was smiling happily as she
watched Susie's fingers move on her husband's cock. 

     "Is it all right, Mrs. Vastos? I can't help it, it's so
nice. I just have to touch it." 

     "Sure, Miss Susie. You go right ahead. I remember what it
used to be like. It long time since Theo have any fun like
that." 

     "Ah, yes, nice, nice, Miss Susie. Oh yes! Since Anastasia
gone, no more," the old man sighed. 

     While continuing to pump his hard prick Susie looked
inquiringly at Mrs. Vastos. 

     "Anastasia. She our daughter. Long time she used to play
with Theo's schlong. Then she get married, but she still come
back see us sometime and play with schlong. Now she have little
girl and not come so much. Poor Theo! He not come much neither
no more." Mrs. Vastos laughed heartily at her own joke and even
Susie had to smile. "You make him come, Miss Susie? It been
long time for him. I get towel. No one in restaurant now.
Anyway, I close." 

     Susie pumped steadily, her head awhirl with all she had
heard. Her mouth watered at the sight of the old man's glowing
cockhead above her fist. It was getting ready to shoot, she
could tell. It would be such a waste to spill it all into a
towel. 

     "Mrs. Vastos . . . is it all right . . . I mean . . . can
I use my mouth? Then you won't need a towel." 

     "Oh, Susie! You like do that? Me too, long time ago. Not
now. Not even Anastasia do that. I watch. You go head." 

     And Susie gladly went "head". Her luscious lips swooped
down over the tip of Mr. Vastos's cock and began to suck. Mrs.
Vastos clapped her hands in glee. Susie's hands continued to
pump up and down on the long shaft while her mouth engulfed the
head. She swept her tongue over the crown, tasting the first
drops of fluid that were beginning to leak out. 

     "Oh, Miss Susie! Susie! Oh, good, good, good! More than
'tasia." 

     The old man babbled in a mixture of Greek and English.
Susie didn't always understand what he was saying, but she
certainly understood what his cock was saying to her mouth.
Unwrapping her fingers from his cock-shaft, she clutched at his
frail hips and pulled him towards her until his prick was
pushing deep into her throat. Then she pushed him slowly back,
keeping her lips locked on his throbbing shaft. When she pulled
him back into her, swallowing an extra inch of cock this time,
he quickly understood what she wanted and began thrusting in
and out of her mouth in long gentle strokes while his wife
watched and beamed her approval. Even though she wasn't
interested in "that" anymore, she was pleased to see that her
husband's "schlong" could still appeal to even such a young and
sexy girl as Susie. It made her remember that she hadn't been
much older than thirteen when she married him.


     Mrs. Vastos watched happily as her seventy-five year old
husband pumped his cock, his schlong, between the clinging lips
of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl in broad daylight, almost in
the middle of their family restaurant. She was even happier
when she saw her husband close his eyes and begin to shake and
clutch at Susie's bobbing head. She watched in fascination the
way the young girl's throat muscles worked as she swallowed the
long pent-up load that the poor, sex-starved old man shot into
her mouth. 

     Susie continued to suck gently on the old man's cock for
a long time. She couldn't get over how young and vital it still
felt in her mouth, and how much juice it had spurted into her
stomach. When at last she pulled her lips from the shrunken
organ, a drop of gism hung from her lip. Mrs. Vastos stretched
out a motherly hand and wiped it away; then she presented her
finger to Susie to lick clean. 

     "Oh, that was so good, Mr. Vastos! And you came so much!
I didn't think I'd be able to swallow it all. Gallons and
gallons. I'd be happy to play with your schlong anytime if your
daughter Anastasia doesn't want to any more. You just tell me
when. It's so delicious." 

     "Hah! Theo's got nice schlong all right. But you should
see my sons, Miss Susie. Big like this! And fat. Not old and
skinny like his." 

     "I thank you, Miss Susie. Your mouth so good. But Mama
right. Both our boys got big schlong. Like father," said Mr.
Vastos with paternal pride. In a burst of enthusiasm and
afection Susie jumped to her feet to wrap her arms around Mr.
Vastos's neck and planted a big kiss on his surprised lips.
Mrs. Vastos grabbed her arm. 

     "Hey! What you do? Theo my husband. You no kiss him like
that. Not right, Miss Susie. You don't do again, please." 

     A bewildered Susie let her arms drop from the old man's
neck. It was all right for her to suck Mr. Vastos's cock in
public and swallow his come, but she was not to kiss him on the
lips. She didn't really understand, but she was happy to go
along with the rules as long as she was free to suck his cock.
Her pussy was beginning to itch again. Visions of the Vastos
boys with their legendary cocks, big like this, floated through
her head. 

     "I'm sorry, Mrs. Vastos. I didn't mean anything. It's
just that you have such a nice husband. And . . . uh . . . Mrs.
Vastos . . . ?" 

     "Yes, Miss Susie?" 

     "I bet your sons are nice, too. Do you think I could meet
your schl . . . I mean your sons, someday?" 

     "Oh sure, Miss Susie. You like big schlongs, you gonna
really like my sons. You meet right now. Steve and Chris, they
in the kitchen now. You come with me. You come too, Theo." 

     The three of them went through a swinging door into the
small kitchen. Two fat, middle-aged men were sitting on chairs
smoking. They both jumped to their feet and put out their
cigareettes when they saw their mother appear. 

     "Boys, boys. I told you million timers, you no smoke in
kitchen. But I want for you to meet Miss Susie. Susie, these my
sons, Christopher and Stephen." 

     Susie politely shook their hands, hoping she would soon
have her hands on other parts of them. Both men wore T-shirts
and dirty white trousers. They also wore aprons which
frustrated Susie's attempts to catch a glimpse of their famous
schlongs. 

     The two men stared curiously at the young girl. Of
course, they had seen her before around the restaurant, but
they were puzzled that their mother had brought her back to the
kitchen. However, they were quite happy to have her lovely
young body to look at. As Theo Vastos moved past Susie to stand
beside his wife, Chris caught sight of his gaping fly. "Papa,"
he whispered. "Your zipper!" 

     "It stuck. It no go up," the old man replied in a normal
voice. 

     "Stuck, schmuck. Don't worry so much Christopher. Your
Papa just been showing Miss Susie his schlong. She like very
much. Even eat right up, just like a hot dog. Now she want to
see you and Steve. Show her your schlongses, both of you." 

     Chris and Steve Vastos were shocked speechless. They
looked in bewilderment from the sweet, sexy schoolgirl to their
grinning father's open trouser front, to their mother's happy
face. Her words slowly sank in. They convinced themselves that
she had, in fact, said it, but they did not know how to react.
They knew enough of their mother's ideas to accept her words
and, since Susie did not express any shock or outrage, they
began to think that it might even be true, no matter how
unbelievable. Their eyes fixed on hers. She smiled warmly,
enjoying their confusion as she hoped to soon be enjoying their
cocks. 

     "Your mother has told me so much about you, I just had to
see them . . . I mean you. She says your pricks are even nicer
than your Dad's, and his is really nice. I'd really like to see
yours, too. Won't you please show me?" 

     "Go on, boys. I know you both got nice big schlongs. Show
them to Miss Susie. She like schlongs like I used to. Go on,
hurry up. Miss Susie not got all night." 

     The two men looked at each other, then slowly put down
their cigarettes and began to fumble with the knots of their
apron strings. They threw off the white aprons, but they could
not bring themselves to go any further. Susie saw their
hesitation. 

     "Mrs. Vastos? Can I do it? Can I open their pants? Do you
think they'll mind?" she asked impatiently. 

     "My boys too shy. Sure, you go head. They no mind, do you
boys?" 

     The two men simply shook their heads as Susie quickly and
happily approached them. First she stroked and fondled the
crotches of their stained white trousers. Yes, she could feel
the heavy, swollen flesh. Immediately her tiny hands went to
work on their belts, while the two men stood almost petrified.
In a moment their pants were open and Susie's hands were
foraging in their underwear. 

     "Oh my! They really do feel nice, Mrs. Vastos. Oh! I can
feel yours move, Mr. Christopher. Do you like me touching you.
Oh, and now yours too, Mr. Steve. Oh, I want to see them, but I
can't get them out like this." 

     The touch of her hands on the bare flesh of their cocks,
on top of everything else, had excited them to such an extent
that even Susie's practiced hands could not pull the swelling
poles through the openings in their jockey shorts. While Mrs.
Vastos nodded in approval, and the two men began gasping with
pleasure, Susie pushed their pants and underwear down around
their knees. She exclaimed in delight when she looked up. Mrs.
Vastos was right; they were indeed "big like this" and so very
fat.  

     In Susie's brief but very crowded experience with men's
cocks she had seldom seen bigger--and these weren't even fully
erect yet. Susie remedied that deficiency in a hurry. She stood
in front of the two men and fondled each one with one hand, a
dreamy look on her face as she imagined how their schlongs
would feel inside of her. Then she bent down to inspect the
marvelous organs more closely, to inhale their scent and, after
a furtive glance towards the boys' mother, to plant a big kiss
on the head of each cock. The men gasped and stiffened in
disbelief. When Mrs. Vlastos said nothing, Susie let herself go
and spread wide her lips to swallow the head of Steve's cock. 

     However, in bending over, Susie revealed that she was
panty-less under her skirt. Hardly anyone was looking, so
fascinated were they all by the contrast between Susie's tiny
hands and delicate lips and those huge, bloated pieces of male
meat. But old Theo Vastos was trying to get a better view of
Susie's lips on his sons' cocks when he noticed the naked flesh
beneath her skirt. The sight of those sweet, round globes
stopped him in his tracks. His eyes brightened. While Susie
fondled and kissed his sons' schlongs, he reached out to grab
at her ass. 
       
     Mrs. Vlastos did not see because she had quickly turned
and hurried to a wall telephone. She dialled almost blindly,
her proud, maternal eyes fixed on little Susie's attempt to get
one of those great schlongs inside her mouth. 

     "Hello, George. That you? Mama here. George, you come
right way to kitchen. Yes, restaurant. No, I no tell you. A
surprise. You come quick." She hung up abruptly and settled
into one of the chairs vacated by her sons to watch her family
enjoy themselves. 

     Old Theo Vastos now had his finger in Susie's pussy while
her lips were stretched tightly around the bulbous knob of
Steve's cock-head. Suddenly the old man plunged his finger deep
into her cunt and pressed his thumb against her asshole. Susie
jumped forward--from surprise and delight, not pain--and
Steve's great knob popped into her mouth just as the old man's
thumb popped through her anus and pressed against the finger in
her cunt. The old man's probing fingers spurred her to suck
voraciously on the son's cock, swallowing it inch by inch, as
she wriggled her ass enthusiastically against the old man's
hand, wishing he could put something bigger than his fingers in
her. 

     Chris Vastos was left standing with his cock sticking out
of his pants and a bewildered, forlorn look on his face.
Susie's mouth was fully occupied by his brother and her ass by
his father. When Mrs. Vlastos saw that he was being left out,
she called to her husband. 

     "Theo, you stop that! Look, poor Chris. He got nothing to
do. You let him play with Susie's bummie. If Susie don't mind.
You mind, Susie? You let Chris feel your bummie? Maybe you even
let him put his schlong in you? If it not too big? You like?
Chris he do it good." 

     If Susie had ever wanted to cry out, "yes!", that was the
time. But the huge pole in her mouth made it impossible. She
nodded her head as vigorously as she could, making Steve Vastos
moan from the sensations it produced on his cock. She wriggled
and shook her "bummie", hoping Christopher or his mother would
understand. She missed the old man's fingers already, but just
the thought of one of those great schlongs pushing inside her
drowned out any regrets. 

     Under his wife's stern glance, the old man reluctantly
pulled his hand from Susie's ass and moved away to sit beside
her in the chair. Chris Vastos frantically tried to pull off
his pants, but ended up hobbling into position at Susie's rear.
He watched that lovely behind for a few seconds as it squirmed
in frustration and invitation. Then he reached out to stroke
the glowing flesh, almost hypnotized by its whiteness. Finally
he took his mighty prick in two hands and set its swollen head
against the pink and gleaming lips of Susie's pussy. Susie
pushed back as hard as she could to try to capture the fleshy
knob, but his mother's voice made him start and pull away.
Susie moaned in frustration around the meaty pole in her mouth
until she heard what Mrs. vastos had to say. 

     "Christopher! What you do? You know not right to put your
schlong there! Didn't I teach you better. You put in other
place, like I show you. Is better. Right Miss Susie? You like
like that, no?" 

     Susie was surprised at the old lady's words but she
didn't care where he put it as long as he put it in her
somewhere soon. If Mrs. Vlastos didn't want her son to fuck her
cunt then she was quite happy to give him her asshole. Once
again she nodded her head vigorously. Steve groaned again and
his cock sank several inches further into her throat. 

     When Chris had re-aimed his mighty missile and started to
press it tentatively against her tiny asshole, Susie was pushed
even more firmly onto his brother's cock. Its great length was
almost completely buried in her throat before the other brother
finally managed to force the swollen knob of his cock-head
through her anxious anal opening. Once that tight ring of
muscle had snapped firmly around his shaft, Chris Vastos let
out a roar and began thrusting into the young girl, forcing her
throat down the last few inches onto his brother's cock. He
straightened his knees and suddenly Susie's feet were off the
floor. She was completely impaled now, just as she had been
between the two salesman a little while before, but this was
even better. Never had she felt so full, so stuffed with
wonderful man-meat. Even though her cunt was empty, the sheer
size of the cocks in her other two openings more than made up
for it. 

     But she couldn't breathe. She almost hadn't noticed, so
enraptured had she been by the progress of Chris Vastos's big
cock up the tight channel of her ass. Steve Vastos wasn't
moving. The sensation of her throat muscles clamped around his
rigid shaft, squeezing and pulsating, was simply too good.
Susie had to push at his legs before he grabbed her head and
began to move in her, pulling his mighty cock back until only
the great knob was in her mouth so she could gulp a breath of
air, then sending the complete length of his shaft deep into
her throat again. 

     If it had been wonderful before, now was even better.
Susie simply closed her eyes, let her body go limp, and let the
incredible sensations wash over her as the two brothers drove
in and out of her convulsing, quaking body. Every movement sent
paroxysms of pleasure through her, causing her throat and ass
muscles to clutch spasmodically at the cocks that were so
deliciously invading her. That only drove the two men to even
greater heights of excitement, and they pounded their massive
cocks into her tiny body with ever growing fury. It was
heavenly. 

     Suddenly both men stopped moving, both their cocks fully
buried in Susie's body. She couldn't stand it; she wanted them
to keep moving, to continue driving into her until she burst
from the build-up of sheer pleasure. She tried to move herself,
but she was pinned between them, her legs dangling in the air,
firmly caught on those giant pegs of throbbing flesh. She
couldn't understand what had happened. Then, through her
pleasure-drugged daze, she heard Mrs. Vastos's piercing voice. 

     "Oh, Miss Susie. You do so good. Both my boys really
enjoy, I can tell. But you don't mind stop for minute. Here is
George. George my nephew. He have nice schlong too. George, you
take clothes off and show Miss Susie your schlong." 

     George had slipped into the kitchen almost unnnoticed,
and had stood in shocked silence for several minutes before his
aunt noticed him. What an incredible sight. That luscious young
girl, only a teen-ager, really, being double-fucked by his two
cousins with their giant horse-cocks. And Chris actually had
his prick in her asshole. It was beyond belief, but there it
was, right in front of him. His own cock hardened in his pants
immediately and he reached down to rub it. And what was more
incredible was that she seemed to be looking over at him,
welcoming him, and all that with those giant cocks stuffing
her. He knew grown women who wouldn't even touch his cousins'
cocks, so frighteningly huge did they find them, yet this
little girl seemed to be revelling in them. 

     "You like see George's schlong, too, Miss Susie?" 

     Susie nodded as well as she could with Steve's telephone
pole of a cock stuck right down her throat, then gave him a
quick push with her other hand, hoping he would start moving
again so she could breathe. She was on the point of blacking
out when he finally pulled his cock back and she was able to
take in a breath of air through her nose. His brother started
moving again, too, and soon those two poles of flesh were once
again driving her mad with pleasure. But Susie was still alert
enough to her surroundings to watch out of the corner of her
eye as George stripped off his pants. She liked what she saw. 

     George stood next to his cousins, wondering how he could
get involved. He felt Susie's hand strike his leg and then
climb slowly upwards along his thigh until she was able to
grasp his already iron-hard prick. She squeezed it
triumphantly, feeling it throb beneath her fingers, then began
pumping it in time to the two other cocks ramming into her.
When the shudders of orgasm swept through her again, she
squeezed him so tightly he groaned from mingled pain and
pleasure. Then, while her body was still quivering, she pulled
George closer. He was pressed against his cousin Steve but he
hardly noticed because Susie was somehow bending her arm at a
painful angle so she could run his dripping cock-head all over
her face and the sleek line of her throat. He could actually
feel the sensation of his cousin's great schlong grotesquely
stretching her cheeks and her throat muscles as it drove
towards her stomach. 

     He felt as if he were going to come right away, just from
the feel of her silken skin, taughtly stretched around the cock
in her mouth, rubbing against his enflamed cockhead. He was
saved from so wastefully spilling his seed by his two cousins,
both of whom clutched Susie even tighter and began gasping as
they exploded in her body one after the other with meaningless
grunts of animal passion. George stepped back and watched
Susie's throat convulse as she greedily swallowed the torrent
of come that spilled into her mouth. He saw his cousin Chris
grimace in unbearable ecstasy as he pumped and spurted his
juices deep into Susie's bowels. This set Susie off again, and
her body writhed and twisted around the two impaling rods. The
two hard cocks that had been supporting her softened rapidly,
but fortunately George was there to catch the half senseless
girl before she fell to the floor. 

     Poor George didn't know what to do. His cock was hard and
eager and he held this sexy girl in his arms. She was naked
beneath her skirt, and he had had the most vivid proof
imaginable that she loved cock. After the session she had just
been through, he knew she needed a rest, but his impatient cock
wouldn't let him wait. He twisted her still quivering body in
his arms until her pussy lips were pressed against his cock.
Holding her slender body with one hand around her waist, he
reached down to ready his cock to penetrate her when he felt a
stern hand on his shoulder. 

     "No! No, George. Not right. Not like that. Not there.
That for married peoples. You just wait a minute. Miss Susie
let you do like Chris or Steve. You just wait and see." 

     Mrs. Vastos had pushed herself up from her chair and
hobbled over to them. After speaking to him she continued on
past them, heading for the other side of the kitchen. Susie had
her feet on the ground now, but George still held her. His cock
was pressed into her back, the cheeks of her ass pressing
against his balls. His hands were under her T-shirt cupping and
squeezing her tits. 

     Even though she was still panting and gasping for breath,
Susie was reaching back, trying to find his cock and pull it
into her, despite what Mrs. Vastos had said. She didn't want
the feelings to ever stop. George felt her fingers on his
balls, and couldn't stop himself. His aunt didn't want him to
screw this girl in the cunt, though he was sure she wouldn't
mind at all, but he had to put his hot, hard cock somewhere
quickly or he would spill his seed all over her back. Susie was
still caressing his balls and squirming sensuously against him.
While still glowing from the pleasure Chris and Steve Vastos
had brought her, she was already looking forward to new
thrills. She strained upwards; he bent his knees. Her fingers
found the base of his cock and positioned it where she wanted
it. He straightened his legs and suddenly his cock was in her,
sliding freely and easily into her well-lubricated asshole. 

     Mrs. Vastos came hobbling back, pushing a steel cart
ahead of her. It had two shelves, just two feet across, with
the top one just at waist height. George already had Susie bent
over and he was screwing his own rather substantial cock into
her ass, holding her to him with a painfully tight grasp of her
titties. Susie sighed and clutched her ass muscles down on him,
and it was as if nothing had ever penetrated her there. George
was amazed at the tightness and the heat.  

     Then both he and Susie felt a shock. His aunt had somehow
manoeuvered the cart right under Susie's bent-over torso.
George's knuckles scraped its surface as he continued to cling
to her round titties. Susie gasped when the cold edge of the
table met her over-heated belly. It just seemed to accentuate
the fire within. She let herself fall forward onto it, grateful
for the support. Now she had something to hold onto so she
could screw her ass back against George's plunging cock. 

     "There now. That better? George has nice schlong, too, eh
Miss Susie? But not like my boys." 

     "Oh Oh Ohhhh!" cried Susie as another orgasm swept over
her. Her throat felt empty. but at least now she could cry out
her pleasure and that always seemed to make it better. "Oh yes!
Oh it's so good! Oh they're all so good. I love it! I love
them! Oh, Mrs. Vastos, I love your family, their cocks, their
schlongs. I want them in me. I want them all." 

     "Boys! You hear Miss Susie. No just stand there! Give
Miss Susie your schlongs." 

     Chris and Steve had recovered from their exertions and
had been watching with mounting excitement as their cousin
carried on with what they had started. When they heard Susie
cry out, and heard their mother's admonitions, they hurried
over to stand in front of Susie. 

     Chris got there first. Susie's head hung over the edge of
the cart at the perfect height. Without thinking about where
his cock had just been, without thinking about anything but
finding renewed satisfaction in the young girl's body, he
pushed his long, limp sausage at Susie's lips. She opened her
mouth as wide as she could and sucked it inside with a loud,
lascivious slurp. Then she began to suck avidly, loving its
dark musty taste. Her round ass squirmed enthusiastically as
George's long cock skewered into her asshole. Chris Vastos's
cock in her mouth swelled and swelled, quickly regaining all of
its majestic size, turning her cries of pleasure into wordless
whimpers. His brother stood impatiently in line behind him.
Across the kitchen, Mr. and Mrs. Vastos sat side-by-side on
their two chairs, watching proudly. They were holding hands. 

     When George's over-excited cock finally exploded and sent
his flood of come to join his cousin's deep in Susie's ass,
Chris quickly pulled his now huge, hard cock from her throat
and hurried to replace his cousin. Susie moaned in protest as
both cocks suddenly left her, but that moan turned to a sigh of
contentment as Chris's great pole pushed its way into her
pulsing asshole just seconds after George had pulled out. Her
sigh was cut off by another cock poking at her lips. Without
even looking up she swallowed it greedily. 

     The double fuckings went on and on, sending Susie into
the convulsions of orgasm countless times, but always she
wanted more and always there was another cock to plunge into
her ass and another soft and savoury prick for her mouth. The
two brothers and their cousin emptied their balls again and
again into Susie's asshole and were sucked back to erection by
her avid lips. Sometimes one or the other could not resist the
tigh clasp of her throat and would let his cock burst in her
mouth; then she had to suck up the next limp prick to be
presented to her lips quickly or there would be no hard cock
ready to replace the one one the point of exploding in her ass.
But each time it took longer and longer for the men to come and
Susie's ass was continually reamed by hard cock. She was in a
state of near-perpetual orgasm, aware only of the hard flesh
that filled her. 

     Then, at last her ass was empty. No hard cock rushed in
to replace the one that had just spurted weakly inside her. She
still had a tasty prick in her mouth, she did not know whose,
but it refused to respond to the magic of her lips and tongue.
Slowly she returned to her senses, her body still quivering,
and reluctantly let the soft meat fall from between her lips.
She looked up, conscious now of the hard shelf digging into her
belly, squashing her tender titties. Steve Vastos stood sadly
in front of her, looking down at her swollen lips and his limp
and wrinkled prick. Susie pushed herself up and off the cart
and looked behind her. Chris and George were sitting on the
floor, their heads between their knees, their limp pricks
drooping over their empty balls. 

     Susie looked at her rumpled and come-stained skirt. She
really should have taken it off, she thought. Her T-shirt was
wet with sweat and showed the hard points of her still excited
nipples. She tried to straighten her clothes into some
semblance of respectability. There was nothing more for her
here. She knew from experience that it would be a long wait for
any of the men to revive. When Susie drained a cock it was
completely drained. She turned to face Mr. and Mrs. Vastos, who
were still sitting together, hand-in-hand. The woman looked
somewhat crestfallen. 

     "Oh Susie! What you do to my boys. They all wore out.
Even their schlongs." 

     She was so proud of her sons' schlongs that she almost
resented the fact that Susie had been able to defeat them. But
she was basically a good-natured lady, and she had so enjoyed
the sight of her sons and her nephew ploughing their big
schlongs into Susie's tiny body. And Susie was so appreciative,
said such wonderful things about them that her maternal pride
returned and burned even brighter than before. Then her husband
spoke. 

     "Miss Susie. I like watch you so much. My boys good boys.
Good schlongs. Like father. Miss Susie, look!" 

     Miss Susie looked, and broke out into a big warm smile.
There, rising proudly from the old man's still open fly, was
his long, youthful-looking cock. Despite everything that had
happened, Susie's mouth watered at the sight. 

     "Oh my! It's hard again, Mr. Vastos. Oh, how wonderful!
It looks so delicious. can I taste it again? Please?" 

     Susie didn't even wait for an answer before kneeling in
front of him and lovingly taking his rejuvenated cock into her
sweet, warm mouth. She bobbed her head over his crotch and
sucked happily. The old man's cock throbbed with excitement,
and seemed to get harder and longer in her mouth, but no matter
what tricks Susie played with her tongue and lips, he did not
come. Susie was happy sucking on his wonderful cock but she
also wanted to feel the old man's come shoot into her again.
She lifted her mouth from his hard prick and rubbed it
sensuously over her face, then kissed it and stood up to
whisper into his wife's ear, her hands continuing to play with
the noble schlong. Mrs Vastos frowned, but Susie continued to
whisper urgently. Finally the woman turned to look at her
husband, his face a grimace of pleasure and pain, and slowly
nodded her head. 

     "Oh thank you, Mrs. Vastos!  Thank you so much," Susie
cried, before bending eagerly over the old man and kissing the
ruby red head of his cock. Then she quickly straddled the chair
and the old man's lap, her hands positioning his cock as she
sank down on it. But instead of her well-travelled asshole, his
vigorous rod surged into her achingly empty and neglected cunt.
And it felt so good that Susie came right away and her cunt
muscles rippled along the length of the old man's shaft, making
him gasp with pleasure and bury his head between her breasts.  

     Susie began to rise and fall on that wonderfully filling
pole. It was so good and so different from what she had
experienced with his sons. Susie clutched Mr. Vastos's head to
her breasts and tried to fuck him to death. Up and down and
around and around she screwed her ass, feeling his cock scrape
against every inch of her hyper-sensitive cunt. And still the
old man did not come, although his toothless jaws were biting
at her titties as he sobbed and moaned in pleasure. 

     While she blindly rode the old man's cock, Susie felt
hands on her ass. Many hands. Her T-shirt was pushed up, and
her skirt. Then she felt other things that felt very much like
long limp cocks press and rub against the flesh of her ass and
back. Someone unhooked her skirt and pulled it up. She let go
of Mr. Vastos's neck and lifted her arms so that both the
T-shirt and skirt could be pulled right off, leaving her
totally naked. Now the limp cocks were rubbing all over her
body, along with six hands that caressed and squeezed her
flesh. Mr. Vastos sucked and munched on one titty, while
unknown hands fought over possession of the other one. Fingers
played over her belly and thighs, poked at her dripping asshole
and even ran around the mouth of her cunt where the old man's
cock was so deliciously trapped. 

     Susie couldn't stop coming. In fact she had hardly
stopped coming since she had entered the kitchen. She squirmed
and writhed under all this attention, clamping her cunt muscles
around the cock that filled it as she rose and fell. But it was
hard work and her legs were tiring. And still the old man
didn't come. Then Susie felt a strange sensation. She was being
lifted into the air, but the old man's cock was still locked
firmly in her cunt. They were both being lifted, still joined
delightfully together. Hands gripped her tightly, hardening
cocks rubbed against her. Susie did not know what was
happening, nor did she care as long as she had old Mr. Vastos's
wonderful cock inside her. Gently the fucking couple was
lowered to the floor. 

     The old man's body fell back, his toothless gums slipping
off Susie's breast. His wife was quick to put something under
his head, even if it was Susie's skirt and T-shirt. She fell
forward onto his frail body, rubbing her breasts over his chest
and raining kisses onto his face. Mrs. Vastos protested in the
background but Susie didn't care anymore as she glued her lips
to the old man's. In this new position she could feel him
trying his best to use his hips to push his cock into her. But
he was too old and weak. His cock, on the other hand, was young
and strong, and it throbbed mightily in Susie's deliriously
happy pussy. 

     The many hands still caressed her with mounting fervour.
Fingers poked at her asshole. The something else. A cock. She
didn't know or care whose it was. She sobbed in happiness as
the big cock pushed its way into her ass, side by side with the
old man's in her cunt, and began to move. The fuck lasted for a
long, long time, and Susie revelled in the double penetration.
Her cries of passion mingled with the old man's as they both
were driven mad by the friction of the fat cock plunging into
her ass rubbing against the one in her cunt. 

     Susie began babbling senselessly, telling Mrs. Vastos
that her family had the best schlongs in the world, that she
wanted to have them in her all the time. She cried out with
fierce joy as the cock in her ass throbbed and shot its painful
load into her guts. There was not much of the wonderful liquid,
but it made up for its volume with the force of its throbbing.
But still the old man did not come, though he was squirming and
moaning more and more frantically beneath her. Another cock
slid easily into her ass, and screwed her steadily and fiercely
until it too humped dryly and slipped away, only to be replaced
by yet a third one. When that last cock had fucked her ass as
much as it could and then given up, the old man was still hard
and eager within her. 

     Tears of joy filled Susie's eyes. She could no longer
talk or think. She was just a tangled mass of pleasure, all
focussed on the miraculous pole that filled her cunt. She felt
the old man stirring beneath her, pushing at her with his
hands. She hoped desperately that he didn't want her to get
off, and continued to grind her pussy into his crotch. Theo
Vastos clenched his muscles and with every bit of strength left
in him, suddenly rolled over until he was on top of a surprised
Susie. Her head hit the floor with a thud, but she did not even
feel it. Her legs shot up into the air and wrapped themselves
around the old man's back. The only sound that came from her
now was a loud, continuous keening wail. The explosions in her
belly were too close together now to be distinguished from each
other. 

     The old man plunged his cock into her with quick,
rabbit-like thrusts that drove her hard against the floor.
Susie clutched him tightly to her, glorying in the
aggressiveness of his fucking. He slobbered feverishly over her
titties. Susie screamed when he suddenly bit down hard on her
nipple and convulsed on top of her. His cock throbbed mightily,
spraying her burning pussy with his pent-up come. Jolt after
jolt of electricity surged through Susie's body as she felt him
finally give her the juices she had so desperately craved. 

     The loving couple panted together on the floor. Around
them was silence. The old man's sons and his nephew were
speechless, incredulous, awed. Mrs. Vastos felt a surge of
pride swell her already substantial bosom. Her Theo. Her Theo
and his wonderful schlong. Was there ever another one like it?
Susie didn't seem to think so, the way she was now showering it
with grateful kisses and carefully licking it clean. Then,
while Mrs. Vastos hugged her husband proudly and wondered if
she might not have been premature in giving up "that", Susie
turned to the three younger men and took their limp and soiled
cocks into her mouth one last time, cleansing them of all trace
of her ass and its juices. 

     Finally it was time to go. The Vastos family all helped
her dress, but her clothes were a mess. All that fucking while
she was still wearing them, and then the fucking on top of them
had taken their toll. What would her mother say? She might not
notice the absence of panties, but she was sure to notice the
incredibly wrinkled skirt, stained with drying come and other
darker stains, the dirty finger marks on the front of her
T-shirt. Susie knew she would have to do something before she
got home but she did not yet know what. Even going into the
street like that would attract a lot of attention. But Susie
was used to attracting attention on the street, so she prepared
to continue her journey home from school. Then she remembered. 

     "Oh, Mrs. Vastos. I had so much fun I almost forgot my
coke. How much do I owe you." 

     "Fifty cents. But you so nice to Theo and the boys, I
give you for half-price. You give me only a quarter." 

     Susie protested, but twenty-five cents was all Mrs.
Vastos would take. Susie was so happy and grateful for her
wonderful experience that she would have given everything she
had in thanks, so she made her promise that the next time she
came she would definitely pay the full price no matter what
might happen in the kitchen. It hardly seemed right that the
poor old couple should lose out when she herself had had so
much fun. And she was sure she would be back again very soon. 



Continued in part 4...


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From: jorgen.nilsson@mbox2.swipnet.se (Jorgen Nilsson)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: REPOST: "Susie, 13yr slut, part 4/4" (f/MMMMM, f/dog, f/F)
Date: Mon, 22 Jan 1996 15:45:03 GMT
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********************** WARNING ***********************

This is a story of explicit sexual nature. If you dislike
these kind of stories, or, if you are under 18 years of age, 
DO NOT read it, erase it.


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I did not write this story, and I don't know who did.
However, if you liked it, please let me know via e-mail.
It's always nice with encouraging letters...

If you didn't like it, erase it....:)


                         AFTER SCHOOL

                                Part 4 


     Susie's legs felt a little weak as she walked down the
street. She could still feel the Vastos family's huge schlongs
in her asshole and taste them in her mouth, and the memory of
the dear old man's cock in her cunt made her pussy twitch with
remembered pleasure. She was so glad she had stopped at the
restaurant and discovered the wonderful things they had that
were not on the menu. She would like to eat there every day,
but she doubted if there would be enough for her that often.
Unless Mrs. Vastos had more relatives with big schlongs. She
would have to ask. Her happy dreams were rudely interrupted. 

     "Hey sweetie!  Wanna suck my cock?" 


     A delivery van had stopped next to her at a traffic
light. The driver's obscenely grinning face looked down at her
from the open window. His eyes took in every inch of the
delectable sight, moving from the rounded slopes of her young
ass, scarcely covered by the short skirt, to the thrusting
mounds of her titties. He spat on the sidewalk. 

     "Ya wanna suck my cock? I got a big one." 

     The idea delighted Susie. She broke into a big smile as
she turned to him and answered: "Sure! I'd love to!" A look of
complete bewilderment flooded the man's face. She wasn't
supposed to react like that. Susie stepped off the curb in
front of the van and hurried towards the passenger door,
carefully watching the traffic. If she had been paying more
attention to the man in the van she would have seen the panic
in his eyes as he saw her cross in front of him. Then she
wouldn't have been so surprised when he suddenly pulled away
the moment she touched the door handle, leaving her standing in
the middle of the road. 

     Susie was disappointed. Her mouth was already salivating
in anticipation. But she had seen the same thing happen before.
All too often some man would make a remark as she passed, say
he wanted to fuck her, and then, when she happily agreed, rush
away in confusion. Men! She really didn't understand them
sometimes. But she wanted them all the time. 

     The many men she had already had that afternoon: her
teacher, the janitor,the vice-principal, Pop MacIntosh and the
two salesmen, the entire Vastos family, were beginning to seem
like distant memories. But she was nearly home. There probably
wouldn't be too many more cocks falling in her path, and she
still had to decide what to do about her clothes. Maybe she
could think up some harmless explanation for her mother. Her
father would understand. Ever since she had got up the courage
to suck him off in the shower last month, he had begun to
understand what a hot-assed daughter he had, and he knew that
she fucked other men. Sometimes Susie thought he enjoyed the
idea of other men fucking his daughter almost as much as he
enjoyed fucking her himself. But her mother still didn't know. 

     She was lost in thought as she drew closer to her home.
The excited barking of a neighbour's dog brought her back to
reality. She was in front of the Reynolds house, just two doors
away from her parents. Ralph and Lorna Reynolds had just moved
into the neighbourhood a few months ago, and Susie didn't know
them very well yet. However, she was quickly getting to know
Ralph Reynolds. Since she had noticed that he usually left for
work at the same time she left for school, she had made a point
of joining him in his garage several times a week. Usually she
sat in his car sucking his cock while he stood in front of the
open door; sometimes she leaned over the hood of the car while
he fucked her vigorously from behind. He was a nice man. 

     Mrs. Reynolds was sitting on the porch with a drink in
her hand, watching their dog play in the front yard. The dog
was bouncing energetically up and down in front of Susie. She
bent to hug him, then walked up the walk towards the porch with
the dog running after her. It was too bad it wasn't Mr.
Reynolds. She would have liked to have his nice cock inside her
right now. But maybe Mrs. Reynolds would help her with her
clothes, let her clean them up a bit before she went home.


     The dog seemed intoxicated by Susie's presence, his tail
wagging furiously. He was a large, friendly dog of an unknown
mixture of breeds. Lorna Reynolds called out to him sharply,
telling him to leave Susie alone. But the poor animal could
not. The scent that drifted from between her legs was setting
him on fire. As Susie walked, she almost tripped over him
several times; he danced alongside her, pushing his head under
her skirt. When his cold nose brushed her inner thigh, Susie
felt a thrill run through her. 

     She stopped at the porch steps. Mrs. Reynolds was looking
curiously at her dishevelled appearance. The dog was still
nosing around under her skirt, and began to lick her cum-coated
thighs with his warm rasping tongue. He would not stop despite
Lorna's orders to him to behave, and the feel of the dog's
tongue on her sent strange shivers through Susie's body. 

     "It's all right, Mrs. Reynolds, he isn't bothering me.
But could I ask you a favour?" 

     "Why, of course, Susie. What can I do for you?" 

     "Well, I'd just like to stop a minute and use your
bathroom, maybe, to sort of try to clean up my clothes before
my mother sees them. They got kind of messed up on the way home
from school." It was very hard for Susie to talk with the dog's
strong tongue now nearing her matted pussy hairs. 

     "Certainly, child. Come right in and we'll see what we
can do for you. Rover! Stop that! I don't know what's got into
you. Leave Susie alone!" 

     She opened the screen door and stepped aside to let Susie
pass. Rover followed quickly. The stains on the young girl's
clothes very very strange, and Mrs. Reynolds could not
understand why her dog was so intent to get under Susie's
skirt, nor why the girl did not seem to protest. As the door
slammed behind them, the dog once more pushed his head right
under Susie's short skirt, lifting it enough so that Mrs.
Reynolds could see the young girl's naked behind. A strange
feeling shot through her, one she tried to repress. 

     "But how on earth did your clothes get this way, Susie?
I've never seen anything like it. And why aren't you wearing
panties?" 

     Susie reflected a moment, then decided to be honest.
There really was no other way to explain everything. If Mrs.
Reynolds was too shocked she might tell her mother, but
something in the older woman's attitude suggested to Susie that
her secret would be safe. She wanted to see how the other woman
would react, though she couldn't say exactly why. 

     "Well, I guess it's mostly come. I've been fucking a lot
on the way home from school. Usually I get undressed, but
sometimes there just isn't time. That's why I got rid of my
panties to save time." 

     Lorna Reynolds didn't believe her ears. The muscles in
her stomach contracted, her face flushed, and her breathing
became difficult. Fucking! This sweet young girl! And talking
about it so openly. It had to be true, too, she thought,
looking more closely at the stains and breathing in the odour
that surrounded the young girl. Come. It couldn't be anything
else. And there was Rover, trying to lick it up, and Susie was
letting him. It was incredible. She didn't know what to say. 

     "But . . . your boyfriend? What does he . . .?" she
stammered, not knowing what she wanted to ask. 

     "Oh, I don't have a boy-friend, Mrs. Reynolds. Mom says
that I'm too young to date. So I usually just fuck with men I
meet on the way home." 

     Rover was still trying to push his head under Susie's
skirt. His cold nose ran over her wet pussy lips, bumping
against her clitoris and making Susie gasp. Lorna Reynolds
could see what was happening, but she could not believe it. She
stared in horrified fascination at the dog's head moving
enthusiastically under the young girl's skirt. She knew that
this was horrible, that she should put a stop to it right away,
but she couldn't. Some strange tension filled her body. 

     "But . . you're so young. I can't believe . . . I mean
who? . . . why? . . . how?" 

     Susie could see Mrs. Reynolds excitement and she wanted
to see what would happen next. Calmly, she began telling of the
adventures that had befallen her so far today on her way home
from school. Of course she didn't name names. Susie was very
discreet--she certainly would never mention Mr. Reynolds. And
while she talked, she caresssed Rover's head as he began to lap
at her juicy pussy. 

     Lorna could take no more. With a little moan of
frustrated passion she pulled the girl away from the dog and
pushed her towards the bathroom, hoping to escape the demons
that were bedeviling her. Her mind was full of images of big
cocks sliding into Susie's girlish cunt. It upset her and
excited her terribly. She didn't know why, but her husband had
scarcely made love to her more than once or twice in the past
month. Now, her unreleased sexual tensions were making her
tremble.  

     While she had been at university she had had a brief
lesbian affair with her room-mate one year. It had not lasted
long. Both had found boyfriends quickly. But it had been sweet
and satisfying. The memories came flooding back as she looked
over Susie's luscious body. Her pussy ached. 

     Angrily, she pushed the protesting dog out of the
bathroom, but they could both hear him whining behind the door.
Susie said nothing, merely smiled and waited. She could tell
that this was going to be another wonderful adventure. 

     "O.K. now let's get those clothes off. We'll put them in
the sink to soak, then we can just pop them into the dryer. If
we need it, I can get out my iron. You'll soon be good as new."

     Her voice was strained and her gestures awkward and stiff
as she reached out to help Susie with her clothes. Her hands
brushed nervously against the sides of the young girl's breasts
as she pulled the T-shirt over her head, noting with suppressed
excitement the traces of many hands where the fabric bulged
around the swelling titties. Lorna's mouth watered when she saw
those two delicious mounds. She bent to help pull the
hopelessly wrinkled and stained skirt off those lovely legs.
Her face was right in front of Susie's delicate young pussy.
Its pink lips, still swollen from her fucking with Mr. Vastos,
gleamed with Rover's saliva. Lorna could see spots of dried
come that matted the silken hairs framing the delicious slit.
She wanted to plunge her face into that marvelous valley, taste
it with her own lips. But she could not bring herself to do it.

     Slowly and reluctantly getting to her feet, she took the
two discarded pieces of clothing and dropped them into the
sink. Mechanically she sprinkled them with soap powder and ran
the water. She had to get away or she would do something
foolish. 

     "Here, Susie. You look after this. I'll go and find you
something to wear in the meantime." 

     It hurt to tear herself away from that lovely body. Maybe
if she's dressed, it will be easier, she thought. Her mind did
not want to let her give in to her desires. All that had been
long ago in the past. Now she was a married woman, respectable
housewife. She should be reprimanding Susie, not lusting after
her. But she couldn't stop the ache in her loins. 

     As soon as Lorna had hurried away, Rover managed to push
his way into the bathroom. Susie was leaning over the sink,
washing out her clothes. When she felt the dog's cold nose
again on her warm flesh, she gasped and leaned over even
further, thrusting her ass back at him to give him access to
her slit. The dog began licking feverishly, sending his whole
muzzle deep between her ass cheeks, sweeping his rough tongue
from her pussy to her asshole, slurping up the remains of the
gallons of come that had been squirted into Susie that
afternoon. Susie squirmed her ass and sighed in pleasure. 

     When Lorna Reynolds returned with a bathrobe in her hand,
she stopped outside the open door, hypnotised by the shocking
sight in front of her. She couldn't move. The bathrobe dropped
from her hand, and that same hand pressed tightly against her
crotch and began rubbing. Susie suddenly cried out in pleasure.
The dog's licking had already pushed her to an orgasm. 

     "Susie! Rover! Stop that! How can you let him do that,
Susie! It's horrible, and I won't have it." 

     "What? Oh, I didn't notice," said Susie, turning to face
her, letting the older woman take in a full view of her naked
breasts and pussy. "But don't be mad at Rover. he was only
playing. I don't mind." 

     Lorna pushed the dog away, even more angrily this time.
She was aroused and jealous and she was trying desperately to
fight both feelings. Seeing the dog with his tongue between
Susie's ass cheeks only made her desires seem that much more
horrible and animalistic. Susie was sorry to see the dog go.
Not only had his tongue felt so good on her pussy, but she had
just noticed the long, red cock that had appeared beneath his
belly. Even though it looked very different from any of the
men's organs she had known, it was undeniably a cock, and Susie
hated the idea of being so close to a hard cock that wasn't in
her body someplace. Since there were always lots of men willing
to fuck her, Susie had never even considered the possibility of
animals. Now she did and the very idea excited her enormously.
But she couldn't very well tell Mrs. Reynolds that she wanted
to fuck her dog. Or could she? Mrs. Reynolds was looking at her
very strangely. 

     "Here. My God! Your whole body is covered with that
stuff. How many times did you . . . no, never mind, don't
answer. Just let me wash you off." 

     Lorna began to rub at Susie's skin with a wet washcloth.
Over her breasts and down across her belly to the mound of her
pussy, then around and over the firm cheeks of her ass, then
back to her proud young titties. The friction only added to
Susie's excitement. She had already been brought to the boiling
point by the dog. Now the lady of the house was making her boil
over. Suddenly a small orgasm rippled through her. Susie closed
her eyes and moaned. 

     When she opened them again, Lorna Reynolds was kneeling
on the bathroom floor in front of her. The washcloth lay on the
floor forgotten. The older woman's eyes were glazed. Slowly she
leaned forward and touched her lips to Susie's pussy.
Instinctively Susie grasped at her head. Few of the men she had
known had done anything like that, and their lips were so
different that it was another experience altogether. Susie
wanted more of it. Lorna's hands moved up to clutch the firm
contours of Susie's ass. She buried her face in the young
girl's pussy and began madly sucking and licking. 

     Over and over again Susie's pussy exploded into orgasm
under the woman's tongue. Her legs grew weak, her vision
blurred. While Lorna frantically worked at her pussy with lips
and tongue, Susie sank slowly to the bathroom floor, lost in a
fog of pleasure such as she had never known before. Then the
kissing stopped. 

Lorna pulled the dazed young girl to her feet and led her
quickly to the bedroom. She did not see an eager Rover follow
them. Susie lay back on the bed as the older woman hurriedly
stripped off her own clothes. But while she was doing so the
dog suddenly leaped up onto the bed. Without thinking, Susie
reached out and pulled him over her. His hairy belly rubbed
sensuously against hers; his panting jaws fell between the twin
hills of her titties; his long, red cock throbbed against her
thigh.  

     "No Susie . . . Rover! No! No! You can't!" the woman
cried out. 

     But Susie couldn't stop herself. Before Lorna's horrified
and fascinated eyes, she reached down and set the dog's hard
cock right at the entrance to her cunt. Despite the bizarre
position, Rover reacted to the heat of her pussy lips on the
end of his cock and, with one quick thrust, drove his dog prick
deep into Susie's cunt. The girl let out a cry of delight and
clutched his head to her breasts. His cock felt so hot within
her it almost burned her pussy. It was so different from a
man's and so good. The dog's rear end worked away like a
jack-hammer, frantically pounding his long, thin cock into her
as if she were a bitch in heat. Which she was. 

     It was wonderful. Susie writhed beneath her doggie lover,
loving the feel of his fur, his claws on her, relishing most of
all that incredible rapid-fire cock plunging into her like no
man had ever done. Lorna could only watch. Never, in her
wildest dreams had she imagined such a scene. Her fingers dug
into her cunt, already leaking the juices of her passion, while
her pet ploughed his animal cock into the sweet pussy she had
just kissed. Susie's moans of pleasure drowned out all other
sounds until the dog suddenly began to yelp and whine
strangely. Susie hugged him even closer as she felt his cock
jump within her and begin to shoot its fierce jets of dog-come
into her all-devouring cunt. When she felt the knob of his cock
swell up to gigantic proportions within her, Susie burst into
another orgasm and blacked out from the overwhelming wave of
pleasure that flooded over her. 

     When she awoke a few seconds later the dog was gone,
though her body was still quivering in the after-effects of his
fucking. Instead of his fur against her skin she felt the warm
smooth flesh of Lorna Reynolds. Susie was so happy with her
wonderful new experience that she impulsively threw her arms
around the woman and kissed her lips.  

     Lorna was on fire. She had never felt so aroused and
horny. Passionately she kissed Susie back on the lips, plunging
her tongue into the surprised young girl's mouth. Then she
moved her impassioned lips to the girl's tantalizing titties.
In a frenzy of lust she licked and kissed those delicious
mounds, biting at the nipples that shot into sudden erection as
Susie felt arousal building in her again. Lorna wanted more
than anything to plunge her face back into Susie's pussy, but
the knowledge that it was now running over with dog come both
excited her and repelled her. She didn't know what to do so she
continued to gorge herself on the flesh of Susie's breasts. 

     Susie solved the problem for her. Twisting around on the
bed, she rubbed her face against the older woman's large, heavy
breasts, suckling at the big rubbery nipples as she had done at
her mother's not too many years before. Then she kissed her way
down across Lorna's round belly, nuzzling at her navel, before
unhesitatingly plunging her face into the dripping mass of hair
between the older woman's widespread thighs. 

     Only once before had Susie had sex with a woman, and she
had liked it very much. Miss Betterton, her phys-ed teacher,
had fucked her almost to death with a huge plastic cock before
asking Susie to suck at her cunt. While it was nothing at all
like taking a big fat cock into her mouth, Susie had quite
happily licked away at the fragrant pussy until her teacher was
ready to plunge the big dildo into her again. But she had never
touched Susie's cunt with her mouth--only her hands and the
grotesque plastic dildo. 

     Lorna Reynolds did not have a dildo, but she did have an
active tongue and an overpowering thirst for the juices of
Susie's pussy. As soon as Susie's tongue touched her cunt lips,
she forgot about the dog come and began licking wildly at the
girl's dripping cunt. The idea that her dog had just fucked
that tiny hole, that she was probably sucking up a dog's come
was so indescribably filthy that it plunged her into an erotic
trance where every touch of Susie's tongue on her pussy sent
new shudders of delight through her body. Susie slurped happily
on the juices that flowed so copiously from this housewife's
cunt, revelling in the sensation of a tongue in her own pussy.
Her delirium was not in the same league as that of Lorna
Reynolds, however. Something was missing. 

     The woman and the young girl rolled about wildly on the
bed, heads locked to pussies. Being smaller and lighter, Susie
usually ended up on top. Their first paroxysms had been
dissolved in a dozen orgasms and they were both now quietly
kissing each other's pussies, feeling the pressure begin to
build again. Only then did Susie become aware of something else
caressing her skin. Rover had been eagerly licking
indiscriminately at their joined and sweaty bodies while they
rolled about in their passionate frenzy, not noticing anything
but each other. 

     When Susie lifted her face for a moment from Lorna's
enveloping cunt, she caught sight of the dog's cock flopping
again beneath his belly. She wanted it. She tried to reach it
with her mouth but the dog had already moved away. Lorna's
moans of frustration sent Suzie back to licking
enthusiastically on the older woman's juicy cunt, but she tried
at the same time to push her round little ass higher in the air
and wiggle it to attract the dog's attention. 

     It worked. Soon the dog was licking at those ripe globes,
pressing his narrow snout as far into Susie's ass crack as he
could. His long tongue sometimes slipped over an unheeding
Lorna's forehead, sometimes poked at Susie's asshole. Then she
felt the sharp prick of the dog's claws digging into her skin
as the animal awkwardly tried to climb on top of the tangled
pile of human bodies. The white cheeks of Susie's ass, raised
high in the air, triggered some instinctive mechanism in his
head and soon he was straddling her body, poking at her hips
with his hard cock, trying to find an opening to plunge it
into. One desperate lunge sent his cock skidding down Susie's
ass crack and in alongside Lorna's nose where it was caught
between the older woman's face and the cheeks of Susie's ass.
He moved in and out of that warm channel for a few strokes
before his long red prick flopped free again. Rover continued
pumping furiously, bouncing his hard prick off Susie's tender
ass, almost bruising her with the strength of his lunges. But
he could not find an opening. 

     Susie moaned in frustration. The dog couldn't find her
hole. Lorna's face completely covered her pussy, and her tiny
little asshole was too small a target. Lorna had felt the heat
of the dog's hard prick as it rubbed against her cheek, but she
did not know what it was. She opened her dazed eyes and found
herself looking directly at the dog's balls, as they swung back
and forth with his every lunge. When she realized what it was,
she turned her eyes up and watched in horror as the hard red
prong pounded the young girl's ass. Now that Lorna had stopped
licking, Susie wanted the dog's prick more than ever. 

     "Oh help him! Help him, please, Mrs. Reynolds. Oh please
help him put it in me. Oh I want it so much. Lick me, suck me,
too. Don't stop. Only help him! Help me, please!" 

     But Lorna could do nothing. It was too horrible. She
closed her eyes and began to suck on Susie's delicious pussy
again, trying to shut out of her mind the vision of the dog's
long, red cock. Susie squirmed against her tongue and Rover
continued to thrust. Finally he found the target. Susie gasped
as the head of the dog's cock pushed suddenly against her
asshole. She pushed back against it and it popped right inside.
Then, as Rover whined excitedly, his furious thrusts drove the
entire length of his prick into Susie's receptive ass. 

     Every once in a while the dog's balls brushed over
Lorna's forehead. She could feel the bristly hair and the
inhuman heat of his flesh but she tried to pretend it wasn't
there. She could feel that Susie had stopped sucking her, and
she moaned unhappily, but she couldn't stop herself from
wanting to keep her lips glued to that wonderful young pussy,
no matter what awful things were happening. But every time she
felt the dog's balls rub over her head, she shuddered violently
and sucked even harder on Susie's pussy 

     Susie had stopped licking because, soon after Rover had
finally penetrated her ass, she had heard someone else come
into the room. She cried out as Rover thrust particularly deep
into her and opened her eyes. Ralph Reynolds stood there in the
doorway in shocked silence, watching the obscene trio on the
bed. After the last few weeks, nothing Susie did in the realm
of sex would have surprised him, but he had never imagined the
sweet young girl being screwed by a large hairy dog. His dog.
And his wife. He didn't believe it, but his cock did. It
throbbed with sudden urgency in his pants. Susie's lust-dazed
eyes were focussed right on his crotch and she licked her lips
even as the tongue in her pussy and the dog cock in her ass
drove her to another orgasm. 

     Ralph dropped his briefcase and fumbled frantically with
his zipper. In a few seconds he was on the bed with them,
kneeling between his wife's outstretched legs, squatting over
Susie's face and feeding his hardening cock between her lips.
Susie sucked voraciously as he began driving in and out of her
mouth. Every thrust pressed Susie's chin against Lorna's
clitoris, and let his balls slap against his wife's cunt lips.
The sight of the dog below him, digging his claws desperately
into Susie's back as he drove his prick into her asshole was
incredibly exciting. 

     Ralph Reynolds fucked her throat, Rover was furiously
pounding his dog-cock into her asshole, and Lorna Reynolds was
sucking more desperately than ever at her cunt. It was too good
to be true, but Susie welcomed them all. Her body convulsed
with pleasure. Her titties dug into Lorna's stomach while the
woman's larger, softer breasts pressed against her. Rover was
shuttling his long hard cock in and out of her asshole faster
and faster while she sucked avidly at the cock buried in her
throat. 

     Then Rover barked wildly and his cock jerked deep in
Susie's ass as he sent sharp jets of come into her for the
second time. His swelling cock stretched her asshole
deliciously, especially when he tried to immediately pull it
out. As the dog scrambled from her body, his still dribbling
cock was dragged over Lorna's face, leaving a trail of sticky
dog-come on her forehead and in her hair. Lorna felt it and
shuddered into her own orgasm at the thought of what it was.  

     Susie concentrated her efforts on the prick that filled
her mouth. Ralph was so aroused by the scene that he couldn't
hold back. He grabbed Susie's head and plunged his cock as far
into her throat as he could, holding it there as it throbbed
and spurted its load directly into her belly. Then he pulled it
back and Susie sucked happily on the shrinking cockhead until
it became too painful for him and he had to pull it out. Rover
sat in a corner, licking at himself. The two women were left
alone, still entangled in their passionate sixty-nine. With no
other distractions they both brought each other to yet another
orgasm before they fell limply apart. Ralph watched them, lying
wearily side-by-side on the bed, lazily showering kisses on
each other's pussies. But these were kisses of gratitude, not
passion. 

     When she looked up and saw her husband standing there
with his limp and dripping cock hanging out of his pants, Lorna
was shocked and totally confused. She hadn't even known he was
there, too lost in Susie's pussy and thoughts of the dog to
notice the late addition to their games. A pang of jealousy
shot through her. Susie must have sucked her husband's cock.
But jealousy was quickly replaced by fear. She had been caught
completely naked, sucking the cunt of a thirteen-year old girl,
sucking dog-come out of that cunt. And she, the responsible
adult, had let it all happen. What would her husband say or do?
What could she say? Would she go to jail? How would she ever
live down the shame of it all? And what was worse, would it
never happen again? 

     Ralph said nothing. The same sort of thoughts had run
through his head at first. Now he had other ideas. He slowly
undressed. Rover sat in his corner and watched. Susie's eyes
went from husband to wife. What was going to happen? Whatever
it was, she was ready for it. 

     What happened was the following: Ralph Reynolds sat on
the bed between the two women. At his suggestion Susie took his
cock into her mouth again and began sucking it back to life.
Mrs. Reynolds couldn't resist the sight of Susie's round white
ass in the air and, with her husband's blessing, she began
sucking, this time at the girl's asshole, savouring the viscous
liquid that flowed from it. Before Ralph was ready to come he
pulled his cock from Susie's mouth and pushed his wife away
from the girl's ass. Then he knelt behind her and plunged his
cock into her cunt, fucking her as vigorously as he had that
morning over the hood of their ancient Ford. Susie squirmed
about until she could get her mouth on Lorna's twat, and sucked
the wife's pussy while the husband reamed her cunt from behind.
When Ralph finally spilled his load into her belly, both Susie
and Lorna were quivering with orgasm. 

     The three of them sat and talked then about what had
happened. Lorna was so ashamed she could hardly speak. She
didn't even look at the other two as Susie tried to tell her
that it had all been wonderful and perfectly natural. Neither
Susie nor Ralph mentioned their meetings in the garage--it
didn't seem appropriate. Rover came back unnoticed to the bed
and suddenly thrust his long tongue into Lorna's gleaming
pussy. With a horrified cry she pushed the dog away and leaped
to her feet. Susie's clothes, she babbled. She had forgotten
all about them. Susie started to get up but Lorna insisted on
going herself. She had to get away from Rover. She couldn't let
herself give into such horrible lusts.  

     When she returned a few minutes later, she found Susie
kneeling on the floor over Rover's body, with his long red cock
deep in her throat. Behind her, Ralph was plunging his
re-invigorated cock into the girl's asshole. While Lorna
watched jealously, the dog erupted in Susie's throat and the
man exploded in her ass. Susie happily swallowed everything
they had to give her. 

     Neither man nor dog was capable of more, but Lorna was
terribly excited again. She got on her knees and sucked her
husband's come from Susie's ass while the young girl cleaned
the man's cock and balls with her questing tongue. When Rover
began licking at his mistress's ass, she was too overcome with
lust to make him stop--or even to want him to stop. Later Susie
helped the dog mount a kneeling and trembling Lorna and fuck
her to a mighty climax while her husband fed his limp cock to
her voracious lips. 

     Finally it was time for Susie to go. Mrs. Reynolds could
only watch in limp exhaustion as Susie slipped into her
sparkling clean clothes. Susie kissed the husband and wife
goodbye, hugged the dog and headed out into the twilight,
leaving the three of them on the soiled and messy bed. The
Reynolds family would never be the same again.  

     She was very late. Her mother would be worried, then
angry, Susie knew. But she didn't mind. It had been a lovely
walk home from school. Even nicer than yesterday when she had
met that motorcycle gang. She bounced happily into the house. 

     "Hi Mom! I'm home!" 

     "At last! Where on earth have you been? You know how I
worry when you're late. And you've missed supper." 

     "Oh, I just stopped to talk to some people. And I played
with the Reynolds' dog. Nothing special. Don't bother about
supper, I'm not really hungry. I had some hot-dogs to eat." 

     "Nothing special? You've been coming home later and later
the past few months. I don't know what's gotten into you
lately." 

     Susie laughed and her father looked pained. She knew
exactly what had got into her and it had been great. But
tomorrow was another day. She could hardly wait. 


                            The End 




