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.