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After School

Copyright© 2012 by ace writer1

Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young girls sex escapades on her way home from school

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Fa/Fa   Ma/Ma   Consensual   Heterosexual   Cheating   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   Gang Bang   Group Sex   White Couple   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Male   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Bestiality   Cream Pie   Size   Teacher/Student   Public Sex   School  

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 fourteen 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.

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