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                            AFTER 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
      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
      ity!  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.



                           Chapter 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 yur 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.




                           Chapter 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
      Told 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 cock-
      head.  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.




                           Chapter 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 striped 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



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