Chapter 6

Susan listened intently to her teacher's lengthy discourse on American history. It wasn't that she was particularly interested in what he was saying, she just loved the deep, rich tone of his voice, so low, so masculine. Susan often closed her eyes while he spoke, imagining that they were alone, that his words were meant only for her.

Mr. Turner moved easily across the front of the room, pausing now and then to write something on the board. He walked fully erect, gracefully, confidently. He was tall, over six feet, slim, in his late twenties, and he had an ardent admirer, one Susan Morgan.

Susan had had a crush on Mr. Turner since the first day she walked into his class. He was so good-looking, so appealing, so mature. She considered him the most handsome man she had ever seen, barring movie stars, and she found herself daydreaming about him quite a lot. Dreams of them going places together, doing things together, of him loving her the way she loved him. Just childish, fourteen-year-old dreams, but fun all the same.

She felt twinges in her loins at times when he looked at her with his bright-blue eyes, but until a few days ago, Susan had no idea what they were. She knew now. Carol and Phil had given her a crash course in sex education and she had passed with flying colors. It had been great, the sex with her sister and Phil, but it had been almost all physical. She wanted more now. She wanted to pleasure the man she adored, the man she loved in her own immature way.

She was too young to know what real love was, but her infatuation was real enough for her. She had caught Mr. Turner sneaking glances up the short skirts some of the girls wore to class and she was jealous, but excited to know he could be interested in such young girls, girls barely past puberty. She knew that she could please him, and wanted to, desperately.

Susan got up extra early this morning, in anticipation of a big day, and spent hours preparing herself. She washed her hair thoroughly, carefully combing it out in a long, hopefully sexy, hairdo, mostly straight, slight curls framing her face. She even shampooed her pubic hair, sparse though it was. Looking herself over in the mirror, she cursed her small breasts and scarcity of pubic hair but there was nothing she could do about it. She would have to have patience and let nature take its course, she had plenty of years of development left. Her thighs were some consolation, long and shapely, and Susan ran her hands over the smooth skin, enjoying the touch.

Sitting at her vanity, Susan went to work on her face. Her parents disliked her wearing any make-up, so there was little she could do. She applied a natural, slightly pink blush to her cheeks, highlighting her prominent cheekbones. She thickened her eyelashes, making her eyes seem brighter, and when she smiled, happier. Susan decided against lipstick and eye shadow, but powdered her skin, giving it a healthy glow. Satisfied, she got up to dress.

Susan spent almost an hour deciding on a wardrobe, mixing and matching, deciding, then changing her mind. Finally, she dressed. A black silk pair of panties and black push-up bra under a tight, denim miniskirt and blue cotton top, cut low to accent her built-up cleavage. She stepped into a pair of sandals and stood before a mirror, surveying the results. A pull here, a yank there and even Susan, in all modesty, had to admit she looked dynamite. I hope Mr. Turner appreciates all this, she thought.

Susan sat in the third seat, second row from the door in class. Mr. Turner had looked up when she walked in and she felt his eyes follow her to her seat. He was gazing in her direction now and she decided to tease him.

Unnoticed by her classmates, Susan sat back in her seat and slowly spread her legs apart. Her short skirt rose high on her hips and her teacher found himself staring directly between her full, white thighs to her silk-covered pubic mound. His face turned slightly red and he stuttered, coughing to mask his surprise. He looked up to Susan's face and was startled to find her smiling slyly at him, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

Mr. Turner turned away and concentrated on the blackboard, pausing, unable to think about what he was writing. He couldn't believe it. With the clothes young girls wore nowadays, he often found himself looking at a pair of panties or a young breast, unconsciously exposed, but Susan had seemed to do it purposely. And she only smiled at him when he caught her in the act. Damn, she just smiled.

The bell rang, jolting the teacher from his thoughts. He was visibly disturbed.

"O.K., time for lunch," he said. "Don't forget the test on Friday."

He spoke mechanically, his thoughts still jumbled as the students rushed towards the door, all except one. He pretended not to notice and sat at his desk, glancing over some papers.

Susan slid from her chair and gathered her books together. The room was empty now, except for her and Mr. Turner, and her sandals slid noisily across the floor as she made her way up the aisle. She turned toward the door, but a book slipped from her arms, crashing loudly on the tile floor. Her teacher turned at the sound.

Very, very slowly, Susan bent to retrieve the fallen object. She bent from the waist, her skirt pulling up right over her black underpants, and she looked back between her legs. Mr. Turner's eyes were opened wide as they bore into her straining buttocks, his face a mask of disbelief. She stayed stretched like that for a long, tantalizing moment, then grabbed the book and raised herself.

She placed her books on a nearby table and turned to face her teacher. Susan stared deeply into Mr. Turner's eyes, sensing the hesitation, the fear, but also, a gleam of excitement. She felt strangely confident, surprising herself. She knew what she wanted to do but hadn't been sure if she could really go through with it. Now, she was in complete control and loving it. She felt so mature, she felt like a woman.

"Enjoy the view?" she asked, a slight smile forming on her lips.

"Wh-what?" Mr. Turner blanched, taken aback by Susan's boldness.

"Did you enjoy the view?"

"Susan, I... I don't know what you're talking about." He was blushing fiercely.

Susan backed up to the door, shut it and locked it behind her back. She was really enjoying the feeling of power she had over this older man, knowing that he wanted her but too afraid to say or do anything.

Susan leaned back against the locked door and grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it ever so slowly, only tempting him with her young, lithe body. The skirt came to rest on her slim belly and Susan bent backward, lifting her ass-cheeks off the door.

"This view," she declared, and posed in front of him.

Mr. Turner didn't move. He watched intently as Susan raised her skirt, ogling her firm thighs, then the black lace-covered mound of her cunt. Though he tried, he just couldn't take his eyes from the young body so brazenly displayed for him. What the hell was going on? He really didn't know what to do. Here was a fourteen-year-old nymph openly exposing herself to him. Christ, she was almost young enough to be his daughter. Yet, he couldn't deny the fire building in his crotch. She was very pretty and his cock began to push against his pants, straining to be released.

Susan dropped her skirt and walked over to the desk. Mr. Turner averted his eyes as she moved, afraid of himself, afraid of what he might do.

Susan stood next to the desk, her lust-filled eyes on her teacher. Her gaze fell to his crotch and she couldn't help but notice the massive bulge there. It inflamed her desire greatly, to know that she had excited him so, and it gave her added confidence. She knew he wanted her, at least physically, and for the moment, that was enough for her. "Mr. Turner?"

He raised his head to look at her.

"I love you," she whispered, staring into his eyes for his reaction to this statement. She couldn't tell what he was thinking about. He looked disoriented.

Mr. Turner didn't say a word, but his hands were shaking nervously. He had often wondered how he would handle something like this, never arriving at a proper decision. Up until today, he never had to worry about it. Maybe, if she were ugly, he could just tell her to go away, just maintain a professional teacher-student attitude, but Susan was very pretty, very enticing. His body begged him to take the young girl, but his mind cautioned him that it was wrong. He was thoroughly confused. Thankfully, Susan decided to give him little choice in the matter.

Susan bent her head to his, kissing him gently on the cheek.

"Ohhhh ... Mr. Turner," she purred softly into his ear, and kissed him again.

Susan took her teacher's head in her hands and tilted it toward her. Looking him straight in the eye, visibly offering herself to him, she brought her lips to his. She forced his lips apart and thrust her tongue inside his mouth, licking his teeth and gums sensually.

Mr. Turner felt his defenses wane as the young girl's small tongue explored his mouth. He could resist no longer, tasting Susan's warm saliva as her tongue continued to probe his oral cavity, loving the fresh, sweet breath she expelled inside him. He ovaled his lips and bit her tongue lightly, sucking on her extended organ. He forced his own tongue into Susan's mouth and they kissed harshly, their tongues side by side, breathing heavily with passion. Susan withdrew her tongue and brought it back to swirl around her teacher's.

Susan began to stroke Mr. Turner's well-developed chest as they continued to kiss. She unbuttoned his shirt, moving her hand inside, and ran her fingers across his hairy body. His hair was short but dark and thick, growing right down to his stomach. Susan loved the soft feel of his hair as it flowed through her fingers. It was so masculine, so exciting. She grabbed the hard muscles of his chest, squeezing the taut flesh, lightly fingering his nipples. Her hand moved down his body, rubbing across the ripples of muscle on his stomach, and came to rest near his belt, pinching the flesh there.

Mr. Turner was warming up rapidly to the young girl's advances. He kissed her sweet mouth with relish, swallowing her saliva in great gulps and loving every minute of it. He reached up, no longer apprehensive, and grasped one of Susan's small breasts through her blouse and bra. He fondled it roughly and was glad to feel the nipple harden through the material, happy to feel Susan press her tit to his hand.

Susan allowed her teacher to play with her tit for a few minutes, excited by the touch of his strong hand. Reluctantly, she pulled away from him. Not that it didn't feel good, it was just that she wanted to please him first. He looked at her inquisitively.

She stood up straight and looked at his face, which was full of disappointment. She smiled.

"Just sit back," she directed. "I want to make love to you."

She pushed him gently, but firmly, back in the seat, leaving no room for argument. She knelt between his legs, forcing them wide apart to make space for her body. His shirt fell open, exposing his chest and belly and Susan licked her lips to moisten them. She leaned forward and kissed his chest wetly, the hair tickling her nose. She giggled at the contact. She located his nipples with her mouth and brought them to erection under her teasing tongue, sucking them happily when they extended. She licked a path downward through the hair, leaving a trail of moisture on his body. She nipped the skin of his stomach and licked his navel sensuously, finally grabbing his hard-on through his pants. He let out a long, hot breath as her fingers caressed his hard cock through the cloth.

Lifting her mouth from his body, Susan leaned back on her haunches and began to remove his pants. Mr. Turner watched, fascinated, as she deftly unbuckled his belt, opened his pants and pulled his zipper down. Her mouth hung open obscenely as she worked, her eyes wide. She took the elastic of his underpants in her hands and hesitated, wanting to savor the moment, teasing both of them. Finally, she yanked them down, freeing his rock-hard cock. It sprung into the air and quivered, mere inches from Susan's face. She grabbed the long, slim cock in both hands, trembling with excitement.

Moaning quietly, she brought the meat to her face, rubbing the smooth, hot flesh across her cheek. She closed her eyes for a few minutes, just letting the flaming organ lay on her skin, warming it. She snaked her tongue out and licked the bulbous head of his rod. A drop of pre-cum stuck to her tongue and she brought it back to her mouth, swallowing it happily, consuming the sour-tasting love-fluid.

Susan lapped all around the head of his dong noisily, bouncing it back and forth with her oral pressure. She curled her lips around the shaft and moved her head slowly, up and down his cock, nibbling the succulent flesh. She squeezed the bottom of his prick and moved her hand upward along the sperm duct. More pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock and she eagerly devoured the sticky liquid.

Kissing his cock gently, Susan sat back and gripped the top of her teacher's pants. He moved his legs inward and lifted his hips off the chair as she jerked his clothing downward. She brought them to the floor and left them there, moving inside their stretched length, kneeling on the floor and left them there, moving inside their stretched length, kneeling on the floor again between his thighs. She stopped and enjoyed the view.

Mr. Turner's large balls hung loosely in the sac, swollen and filled with sperm, waiting to flood the young girl's mouth with their produce. Here and there, dark hairs grew on his scrotum, flowing into the mat of hair covering his asshole. His throbbing cock waved in the air, looking immense from this angle, fully exposed for the first time to Susan's bright eyes. The muscles of his thighs hung limp as he sat, and she moved her hands over the soft, hairy flesh, pinching and squeezing his legs. She glided her hands all over his body, carefully avoiding his genitals. She fingered his pubic patch, rubbed his belly and chest, smiling the whole time she caressed him, her view fixed on his crotch. Finally, she let her wandering fingers fall to his genital area, grabbing his testicles tightly. She bent her head forward and caught his cockhead with her wanton mouth. She filled her cheeks with saliva, then slid her head down, swallowing most of his cock, bringing it to the entrance of her throat.

"Ohhh . .. God ..." her teacher moaned as his cock disappeared into the warm, wet oral receptacle. "Ohhh . .. Susan, it feels so good."

Susan let the prick rest in her mouth for a few minutes, running her tongue along the shaft. Her hands massaged his balls tenderly as the rod pickled in her saliva, making the fluid sour, tangy. She swallowed heavily, then began to move her head up and down his slippery, well-lubricated cock. She brought her puckered lips to the tip of his cock, never losing contact, then slid downward until she was stuffed again. Moving her hands rapidly as she rolled his hot rocks, now and then brushing his hairy asshole, she continued gobbling his cock with great vigor.

Mr. Turner moaned loudly as he watched Susan's pretty face intently, marveling at the sexual prowess she was displaying. This fourteen-year-old was giving him one of the best blow-jobs of his life, wet, sloppy, exciting beyond belief. Her ovaled lips clung hungrily to his shaft as she moved up and down. He loved the way her pink cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and bloated out as she consumed his cock again. Gobs of saliva were forming at the base of his pole and in his pubic hair. Hot breaths blew across his abdomen as she slurped him noisily, her nostrils flared, her eyes half-closed.

"Ummm . . . damn . . . suck me, baby," he groaned, feeling the heat build in his loins.

His words egged Susan on to greater effort. She was sucking his cock for all she was worth, up and down, in and out, faster and faster. Her head became a blur, her lips burning from the friction. She was moaning deep in her throat, sounding like some wild animal. Her jaws began to ache from their prolonged extension, but it was a pleasure-pain, almost masochistic, and Susan paid it little mind. She wanted him to come, to fill her mouth.

"I'm coming soon, Susan. Suck me . . . let me come in your mouth."

She slid his cock easily through her soaked lips, as fast as she could move. He reached down and grabbed her head, entangling his fingers in her long hair, guiding her. He thrust his hips up to meet her mouth, fucking her face viciously, using her mouth as a ready and willing receptacle for his throbbing shaft. His cock jerked inside her and Susan knew he was about to come. She drew his rod into her mouth and waited for the explosion, squeezing his balls tightly. She moved one hand down and clutched his ass, forcing a finger up the puckered hole. That did it.

"OHHH ... I'm coming ... I'M COMINGGGG!" Mr. Turner screamed, and squeezed her head to his groin. His whole body shook wildly.

Susan sucked mightily as he ejaculated. The cum spurted out of his cock, spewing against the walls of the young girl's mouth. She swallowed quickly, in large gulps, afraid letting it build in her mouth would surely choke her. Giant gobs of hot, sticky jism cascaded down her throat, thrilling her as she devoured the culmination of her act. Again and again, his pole jerked, each time pouring more burning semen into her voracious mouth.

Her stomach filled with the fluid, her throat sticky as it flowed, and still it came. Little streams of cum trailed out of the corners of her mouth, dripping across her cheeks and down her chin. It was the excess of his love-juice, coming too fast for her to swallow. The constrictions of his cock slowed, then gradually ceased, but he remained rigid within her, cum still dripping out of the hole. Susan lapped it up eagerly, happy to be giving so much pleasure to her teacher. His cock grew sensitive at the tip, tingling from his recent orgasm, and he squirmed in his seat as Susan licked the cum from it.

Finally, his cock stopped spewing semen and began shrinking. He let his hands fall from her head and come to rest at his sides. His cock slipped from Susan's slimy lips with a loud plop, dropping to his pubic mound. She let her face follow, resting it on his abdomen. She gasped for breath, her excitement at a fever pitch as she snuggled to his crotch. God, she thought, that had been great, even better than she imagined it would be. Her cunt was soaked, pulsating in excitement. Her mouth was hot and sticky, tasting of sperm. She felt great.

Susan raised her head from his genitals. She wiped the cum from her cheeks and chin with the back of her hand, breathing heavily, huskily. She looked up at Mr. Turner. His eyes were closed, his body completely limp, His chest heaved as he took short, quick breaths. Susan kissed his stomach, making a loud smacking sound, bringing him out of his stupor..

He opened his eyes to look at Susan. She was staring at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips wet with cum, her hair matted with sweat. God, she looked wild, wanton, unbelievably sexy. Her eyes silently pleaded with him. He did not intend to disappoint her.

"Sit on the desk, Susan," he directed.

Susan stood up and kissed Mr. Turner's cheek wetly. She fell backward, planting her bottom on the desk, balancing herself with her extended arms.

Smiling lewdly, her teacher leaned forward, resting his hands on Susan's full, smooth thighs. He swept his hands up the soft flesh of her legs and grasped the sides of her black panties. The young girl raised her hips happily as he pulled them off, dropping the pants on the floor. He pushed her legs apart, forcing her skirt up over her hips, and stared at the cunt before him, letting out a soft, quiet gasp of excitement. A small mat of dark pubic hair grew on the mound, sparsely and short, and the red lips of her small, young pussy glistened with juice.

Mr. Turner grabbed an ass-cheek in each hand, squeezing the pliant flesh, and dropped his head into Susan's lap. He kissed her mound gently, then, ran his tongue up and down the lips, lapping up and swallowing the dew eagerly. She tasted so fresh, clean, virginal.

He went to work with a passion, knowing that Susan was close to coming just from blowing him. He didn't figure she would want him to take it slow, and he moved his mouth along her slit rapidly, flicking his tongue over the succulent flesh. Susan was moaning with pleasure, and the more he licked, the more there was to lick. He spread her cunt with his fingers, burying his tongue far inside her. She humped her ass off the desk, trying to draw him in further and further, enveloping his searching tongue with her hot cunt. In and out he pushed, fucking her with his mouth. "Ohhhh .. . lick me . . . eat me!" Susan cried, clutching his head harshly and ramming it into her cunt. She fingered his sideburns and watched the handsome face she loved, pressed tightly to her pubes, his nose immersed in her pubic hair. Just the thrill of looking at him between her legs was bringing her close to orgasm.

"Ohhh . .. I'm coming . . . suck me ... " she moaned, watching him intently, living her fantasies.

Mr. Turner heard the girl's pleas and hurried to please her. His tongue moved in and out of the slimy hole with abandon, slurping up the fluid it created. He ran a finger down the crack of the girl's ass, located the tight, puckered asshole, and shoved the finger inside, stretching the taut skin. That was it.

Susan's whole body trembled violently, her small breasts shaking on her chest as she reached her climax. Her cunt spasmed as wave after wave of pussy-juice flowed into her teacher's hungry mouth. Her box pulsated as it spewed forth its liquid. Mr. Turner lapped it up and begged for more.

"Ohhhh . . . suck it up, Mr. Turner ... eat it!" she wailed obscenely, her gaze fixed on her teacher's face as he did her bidding. She was in ecstasy, feeling the juice run from her pussy into his open mouth.

Knock, knock.

"Mr. Turner? Mr. Turner?"

Susan and her teacher froze stiff, her cunt still releasing its juice, his face still clamped to her groin.

"Mr. Turner, are you in there?"

"Oh, my God," he whispered, breathing heavily, his face covered with cunt-juice. "Susan, get up." He sat back in his chair.

Susan raised herself with great effort, weak from orgasm and frightened to death. She looked at Mr. Turner.

"What should I do?"

"Put these back on," he ordered, handing her the panties. He pulled his own pants on. He couldn't help but watch Susan's cute ass as she bent to pull on her underpants. He sighed.

Knock, knock.

"Susan, get in the back closet. Hurry."

She rushed quietly to the back of the room, opened the coat closet, and got in, closing the door behind her.

Mr. Turner took out his handkerchief and wiped his sticky face clean. He straightened his pants and buttoned his shirt. Satisfied at his appearance, he walked to the door.

Knock, knock.

He unlocked the door and opened it to face Mrs. Martin, the art teacher from next door. "Mr. Turner, are you all right?" she asked. He yawned grandly and smiled. "Oh . . . I'm sorry. I must have dozed off during lunchtime."

"I saw the door locked and I was afraid you had an accident or something," she said, looking around the room a bit suspiciously.

"Oh, no," he answered. "I'm fine. No problem, just a little tired is all."

"Well, if you're sure. I'm going down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. Would you like me to bring you back a cup? I guess you could use it."

"Yes, please, if you don't mind."

"Not at all," she replied. "See you in a minute."

Mr. Turner watched as she moved off down the hall and turned a corner. The hallway was almost empty.

"Susan!"

The back closet opened and the young girl emerged.

"She'll be back shortly," he said. "You'd better get out of here."

Susan started toward the door, then turned and pressed to him, kissing him on the lips. Her face was still messy from the blow-job she had given her teacher, and he tasted his own semen on her lips.

"I really love you," Susan whispered into his ear. She smiled and turned, walking out the door.

Mr. Turner followed the girl as she walked away, her ass bouncing in the distance. His cock twitched. Damn, that had been great, but he was worried about the future. What should he do now? She was only fourteen! A child! His mouth tasted of cum and pussy-juice. Some child. Some fucking child. He smiled slightly. Weil, he'd just have to see what happened. Mrs. Martin appeared in the hall with his coffee, breaking his train of thought.