Chapter 7

Susan still wanted to get the videotape back from Stewart. She felt very uncomfortable about Stewart having it. Who knew what he was doing with it? Maybe he was showing it to other people. And if he showed it to the wrong people, that could mean big trouble for Susan.

Susan didn't want to try looking for it again, though. Even if Stewart wasn't at home, his father might be home again. It wasn't that she didn't like Stewart's father. On the contrary, she'd loved it when he'd fucked her. The trouble was, if she met him again, she'd be having such a great time getting it on with him that when she left, Stewart would probably still have the tape.

She really had no choice but to ask him for it again.

One day, right after school, Susan went out to the playing field beside the building. Stewart was there, just as she'd expected. He played on the school football team, and he was standing on the sidelines in his football gear, watching his teammates practice.

"Stewart, I have to talk to you. It's very important," Susan said.

"Oh, hi, Susie," the boy said, grinning at Susan. "What's happening? Hey, am I still the best student in your class? I don't know how I'm doing these days, since I haven't been able to make it to class for a while. Sorry about that."

"You were never the best student in my class," Susan said. "You are definitely the worst. And you are also the rudest, most obnoxious boy I've ever met. I came here to talk to you about something else. And I think you know what it is."

"Nope, can't say I do," Stewart said, the grin still on his face.

"Yes, you do, you little shit," Susan said. She was starting to get very angry. "I'm talking about that videotape. I want it."

"What videotape is that?" Stewart asked, pretending not to know what Susan was talking about.

"You know very well what videotape I'm talking about!" Susan shouted. "Now, I want it!"

"No. You can't have it," Stewart said. Hearing Susan demand that tape from him so angrily didn't make Stewart angry. "It's mine. It was my camera and my videotape and my big cock going right up your tight cunt. So there. Besides, I'm making a lot of extra bread showing it around to everybody. Didn't you know that you're a movie star now, Susie?"

"You little bastard!" Susan hissed. She was so enraged now. "You can't do that! I want it! And I want it now!"

"You want it now?" Stewart asked. The boy opened his eyes wide, pretending surprise. "Now? Right now? Right here in front of all these people? Hey, Susie, I know you want it, because every chick who's gotten fucked by me wants it again, but I can't fuck you right here. Shit, I got all this gear on. I got my pecker and my balls stuffed in this jock. It's really uncomfortable, you know? The equipment manager can't find a jock big enough for my cock. But you still got my key, don't you? So why don't you come over tonight? I'll fuck you unconscious if you want me to. As a matter of fact, you won't even have to wait that long. Practice is almost over. I'll just get showered, we can go back to my place and I'll fuck on you as long as you like. I'll just be a few minutes. Or can't you wait that long for my big hard cock?"

Stewart headed back toward the school.

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it, you little prick! I want that tape!"

Susan was so angry that she followed Stewart back into the school and right into the boys' locker room.

"And I said you can't have it," Stewart said.

The boy was starting to take off his uniform. "And that's final. Case closed, Susie. Now, do you want to get the hell out of here? Can't you read? This is the boys' locker room. Cocks and balls only. No tits and slits. Not that me and my buddies have anything against pussy. Fuck, that's what we like best. There's nothing like something nice and hot and wet and juicy after a hard practice, you know what I mean? A hot-looking chick like you standing here when my buddies come in and pull off their jocks--fuck, I don't know if you'd make it out of here alive, Susie. Or maybe that's the way you want to die, with a big stiff cock rammed up your tight cunt, you horny boy-sucker."

"Shut up!" Susan screamed. She couldn't take any more of Stewart's insolence. "Shut your trap! You and your cock can go to hell! Now, I'm talking about that tape! And I want it, so you better give it to me! Now give it to me!"

"Give it to you?" Stewart asked. "Right here? But those other guys are going to come in here soon. What the hell, though. Sure, Susie, I'll give it to you now. Fuck, look at my cock, all ready to go. Hard as a fucking rock. Ten big beautiful inches of hard meat. So where do you want it? Up your cunt? Right up your tight asshole? Or how about in your cock-sucking mouth, Susie? You feeling hungry? How about getting your lips right around my long fat prick and seeing how much of it I can shove down your fucking throat?"

Stewart had taken off his uniform. The handsome boy was completely nude.

"I don't care about your cock!" Susan shouted. This time she didn't scream as loud, though. And what she'd said wasn't really true. Susan wanted to stay angry, but she was having trouble, because she could see Stewart's big hard cock. And when she saw it, she just couldn't help getting excited. She remembered when she'd felt his big prick in her cunt and in her mouth. That had been so good.

"Sure you care about it," Stewart murmured softly. He had his big cock in his hand and he was squeezing it, getting it even longer and thicker. He could see that Susan was looking at it. "Of course you care about my big beautiful cock, honey. Don't lie to me. You can't fool this kid. You love cock. And you love mine the most of all, don't you, honey? Sure you do. Guys dig pussy and chicks dig cock. It's simple. It's easy. It's a groove. Hey, I know what you'd like to do, Susie. You'd like to get a hold of my big beautiful cock yourself, wouldn't you? Sure you would. I can tell by the way you are staring at it. Come on, then, grab hold of this nice big piece of meat and feel how big and fat and hard it is. Come on. Start pulling on it. I'd rather you yank on it than me."

Susan really wanted to grab Stewart's cock. The longer she stood there staring at his big stiff prick, the more turned on she got. She shouldn't do it, though. Because if she did, she would be completely in Stewart's power.

"Come on, Susie," Stewart said softly. "Don't fight it. I can see you're fighting it, and that's real bad. Look at my cock. It's long and it's fat and it's so fucking hard. What more do you want? It's all yours, baby. Go for it. Reach out and touch someone. Reach out and get a hold of my big prick. Come on."

Susan grabbed Stewart's big cock and started to play with it. It was no use trying to resist her urges. They were just too strong. She was yanking and tugging on his long fat prick, feeling how hot and hard it was.