Greedily she spread her lips over 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 Heather'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 Heather sucked vigourously. Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Thompson froze, his cock planted deep in Heather's mouth. "Please, Miss Smith... 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 Heather 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. Heather 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. Heather 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 Heather'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." Heather 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 furore 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. Heather 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 Heather began sucking in earnest on her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by their close call that he hardly moved. But Heather 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. His huge knob pushed its way into her throat, stretching it even more than men with much larger cocks did. Heather 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 Heather 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. Heather 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!" Heather replied, laughing and licking her lips. "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Thompson. Every Friday 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 Friday. It was madness but he couldn't resist what little Heather and her talented mouth could do for him. Heather 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, Heather 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 Heather 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 Heather his face brightened and he smiled like a delighted child...

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