Erotica Stuti’s Adventures

[Mohan Ahuja]

Hi guys. I am Neha Sharma. Before we start the story there is something I want you guys to know. So this story is about a girl named Stuti. A twenty years old girl who is way much hornier any of you could imagine. Always searching a new man to satisfy her itchiness of her cunt.

And the story will be narrated by me(Neha). Let’s start the story…





When the bell finally sounded Stuti Singh sighed with relief. She liked college and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English class, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History class.



She looked up at Mr. Shah, her history teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Stuti 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 went out quickly. Stuti lingered and approached the teacher's desk as if to ask a question.



"Mr. Shah, I have this problem."



"Yes, Miss Singh. 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, "Stuti said, her right hand reaching out boldly to squeeze the teacher's crotch. Neel Shah gasped but did not move away. She was happy to feel that his dick was already half-erect, and jerking under her hand. The classroom was empty though the door was still open, but Mr. Shah's back was turned towards the hallway and Stuti 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 Stuti loved to swallow her history teacher's cock, and had been enthusiastically doing so since the second week of college. Mr. Shah's dick 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 Stuti's mouth like a ripe, juicy plum.



Deftly she worked his zipper down and slid her hand into his fly. Mr. Shah now wore boxer shorts, at least on

Wednesdays, though he hadn't at first. Stuti 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. Shah gulped noisily.



"Uh . . . Uh, the door, Miss Singh. Shouldn't we ...?

Stuti usually gave him a chance to shut the door, but today she couldn't wait to taste his dick, and she liked the excitement of knowing that they might be discovered at any time.



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 gently. The teacher instinctively pushed forward with his hips and that big round morsel slipped easily between Stuti'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 Stuti sucked vigorously.



Footsteps echoed in the hall. Mr. Shah froze, his

cock planted deep in Stuti's mouth.



"Please, Miss Singh . . . Stuti! Oh God! Someone's coming. Stop it, please. We can't. Not here."

Frantically he tried to push the young collegegirl away from his crotch, but Stuti 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. Stuti 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 Afternoon, Neel. Working late?"



It was Miss Nilam, the principal's secretary. Stuti knew that she was trying to seduce Mr. Shah. All the girls whispered about it in the washroom.



Mr. Shah turned his head, looking awkwardly over his shoulder. His body was held in position by Stuti's mouth on his cock.



"Uh, oh, yes. Miss . . . uh . . Nilam. Some things I have to finish up."



"You're too dedicated, Neel. You should relax and have some fun sometime too."



Stuti began to move her head slightly, rubbing her tongue over the round head of Neel Shah'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. Mr. Shah must have been imagining the same thing, for his once-hard cock had begun to wilt in her mouth.



Stuti was determined to remedy that situation and she went to work with her tongue. Seeing that Neel Shah, for some strange reason, was not even going to turn and look at her,

Miss Nilam stomped off, peeved and puzzled.



As soon as she had gone Stuti began sucking in earnest on her teacher's cock. He was so dazed and frightened by their close call that he hardly moved. But Stuti 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. Shah 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. Stuti could hardly wait to feel the hot, sweet jets of his cum spurting into her belly.



"Ohhh! Miss . . Oh my God! Stuti, Ooooh! this is madness! Anyone could come!"



Especially us, thought Stuti 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.



Stuti 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 dick shrink between her lips. Finally she let the limp organ slip out of her mouth. Mr. Shah quickly stuffed it back into his pants.



"Stuti, this is madness! Why are you tormenting me like this? It can't go on this way. Not here, in the college.

Why won't you come home with me instead. Miss Nilam 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!" Stuti replied, laughing and licking her lips. "But I couldn't wait, Mr. Shah. Every Wednesday afternoon I get so horny thinking about your dick. Then I just have to have it right away. Besides, maybe Miss

Nilam wouldn't have been as shocked as you think. She might even have wanted to be in my place."

But Neel Shah wasn't listening. The pressure in his balls was gone and all he wanted now was to get away from the college quickly before someone asked him what he was doing in an empty classroom after hours with a 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 college next Wednesday. It was madness but he couldn't resist what little Stuti and her talented mouth could do for him.



Stuti 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 savor until she could find someone to poke his dick between her legs. That wouldn't take long, she knew; it never did.



Licking her lips one last time, Stuti 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 dark and handsome man, little more than half the height of the broom. Dipak was his name. He hardly spoke English, but was always flirty with girls around him specially Stuti. He was a quiet little man and gentle, and Stuti 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 Stuti his face brightened and he smiled like a delighted child.



"Oh Miss Stuti. Hello. You are good?"



Very good! Thought Stuti, though some people might call it bad.



"Hi, Mr. Janitor How's everything? "



"Very good. My sister Shobha, she

just got married."



"I know. You told me. Last week, wasn't it? Did she go away on a honeymoon?"



"Away? Yes, to Goa. But I got pictures of wedding. You like to see, Miss Stuti?"



"I'd love to Mr. Janitor."



"They just downstairs. You come. I show."



He set down his broom and headed towards the stairs.

Stuti 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 man so happy and she wanted to share her joy with him.







To be continued…

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Hi guys, I am Neha sharma. Thank you for your love and support. I am glad that you guys are enjoying my stories.

I hope you like this story too. If you like the story please hit the like button at the end of the story and comments will be appreciated. Let’s continue…



As she followed the janitor down the two floors of stairs to his corner in the boiler-room, Stuti found herself suddenly thinking about Dipak in quite different terms than before. She thought of his muscular arms, the muscles and the visible triangular shape of her torso. He was alone. Had no girl in life. He had a cock. Stuti 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 college 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 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 college.



The janitor proudly pulled out a small photo album and handed it to Stuti. As she leafed through it, uttering the appropriate admiring comments, she noted that it was already well-thumbed. Dipak beamed with pride and joy.



"She is very beautiful, your sister. He is very lucky. And the groom is very handsome too. But you look best of all in your new suit, Mr. Janitor."



"Yes, it new. Just for wedding. How you know, Miss

Stuti?"



"I can see that you weren't comfortable in it. It wastoo tight here, wasn't it? To the man's shock and amazement, Stuti that sweet 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.



Dipak was shocked and surprised, he thanked the God and thought “finally my flirting tricks worked on this cute little girl”. But he wanted to play more a bit so he decided to act like a mature man.



"Miss Stuti! What you do? No! No!"



"Oh, but it is nice, Mr. Janitor. Your dick. I can feel that it's very nice. Wouldn't you like to put it in me? Like a groom is doing right now with his new wife? I'd like it very much, Mr. Janitor. 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 sensation was driving the man mad. Stuti released her hold on his dick 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 staring at the perfectly shaped breasts. 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 dick, like a whore, but she wasn't one. She was the nicest person in the college.

His confused mind couldn't reconcile these two opposites.



"Here, Mr. Janitor, 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 twenty year old girl they were remarkably full and fleshy.

His hands just lay there, unmoving, pressing against her erecting nipples. Stuti took advantage of the 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. Because he was experiencing the service which he had only seen in bluefilms.



In a few seconds the man's trousers fell on the floor. A moment later Stuti 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. Janitor! It's lovely! You have such a beautiful dick. No wonder you have such confidence. 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.



Never had anything like this ever happened to him. Itwas unnatural. Stuti 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.



Stuti couldn't wait any longer. The itch in her pussy was turning into an unbearable ache. She just had to have this wonderful dick 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. Janitor. Put your big cock in me. I want you to do it so much, Mr. Janitor. Please give me your cock."



She fell back onto the mattress of garbage bags, pulling his body with her. His pants were still around his ankles and he tripped and fell on top of her. Stuti 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 Stuti 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.Janitor. 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 pleasure he pulled back and began to drive his great pole into Stuti'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 dick into her.

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. Shah's juices still glowing warmly at the pit of her stomach. Then the janitor collapsed on top of her, panting and sobbing into her sweaty titties. Stuti 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. Janitor."



The janitor could say nothing. Stuti 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 that still oozed from its tip.



"Miss Stuti, I . . ."



"No, don't say anything, Mr. Janitor. It was wonderful. You did me such a big favor. 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 Janitor watched her in 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 Stuti's panties seemed to disappear from the lingerie drawer.



Whenever she could, Stuti 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. This she did now, draping them over Mr. Janitor's lovely dick before she kissed him good-bye and hurried away. She would be back again soon to see this dear little man with the big dick, but now she was looking for other adventures before she had to be home for supper.



Stuti reminded herself to stop at Kaushik Patel's variety store before he closed. Kaushik carried everything in his cluttered store, including some lingerie. Stuti had an agreement with him to supply her with panties whenever she needed them to appease her mother's curiosity. Kaushik had even ordered in a whole gross of Stuti's brand of panties especially for her, but they were fast disappearing.



While a happy and satisfied Stuti climbed the stairs from the cellar she heard voices in the hallway above.



"Just look at that broom lying there, Neel.

Dipak'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, Neel, I'm going down to the boiler-room to look for him. Have a good Day."



"Good Bye, sir."



Stuti easily recognized the voices. It was Mr. Shah and Mr. Dave, the vice-principal. Stuti was worried. She certainly did not want Mr. Dave 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 Stuti.



"Young lady, have you seen the janitor?"



"No sir, Mr. Dave."



"Oh, it's you, Miss Singh. I didn't recognize you."



His voice took on a curious tone. He looked back over his shoulder to see if Neel Shah was still there.



"Please, sir. I need to see you. It's important. It'sabout last week."



Mr. Dave 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. Stuti 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 young flesh with which he was constantly surrounded.



But no one had ever been as seductive as Stuti. 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.





*To be continued…*

 

[Mohan Ahuja]

Stuti 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 dick through his pants.



"I want it again, sir. I want your cock in me again."



Dave 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. Stuti 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. Dave turned, still holding onto the broom.



"Not here, you hot-assed little bitch. Quick, in my office!"

Stuti contentedly followed him down the hallway. Everything had worked perfectly, Mr. Janitor 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.

Stuti squirmed away. She didn't even like the man he was the college disciplinarian so she was certainly not going to kiss him, but she did like his cock and would gladly kiss it. Besides, she wanted to tease him a bit.



"I want to see it again, Mr. Dave. I want to kiss it, too. Your cock. Show me your cock, please, Mr.

Dave. 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. Dave," said Stuti sweetly and truthfully.



Dave 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, Stuti 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 pussy lips, still swollen from Mr. Janitor'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, Stuti 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, 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. Dave. 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."



Dave could not believe his eyes. Not only was this

fuckable twenty 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 dick curving up from beneath his shirt-tails. It was as long and thin as Stuti 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 it! 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 Stuti'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. Stuti 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 dick 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 Stuti suddenly pulled back her head from his dick.



"Now I want to you fuck me with it, Mr. Dave. Fuck my behind. Push it into me hard, real hard."



"OK You asked for it, bitch. Get your ass up there where I can get at it."



Stuti 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 juices the little janitor had deposited there. But it was not exactly what she wanted.



"No Not there, Mr. Dave. The other place. I want to feel your dick in my behind. Fuck me in the bum, please!"



"Fuck!" cried Mr. Dave, looking down at his cock buried to the balls in her cunt, and the tiny opening 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 Stuti! Stuti'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 Stuti began to fear that he might cum 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. Ittook 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 Stuti moaned in 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 Stuti 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 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 Stuti clamped her ass muscles down on him, but even more so by the very idea of what he was doing.



Stuti 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. Dave was so incredibly excited, and Stuti'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. Stuti 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, Dave 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 when the young girl turned around and smiled happily up at him.

Mr. Janitor 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. Dave slowly pulled on his trousers again as Stuti bounced out of his office, her bare ass flashing under her short skirt. Stuti continued on out of the college. 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 day. Now she had to stop by Kaushik'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.





*THE END*