STRANGE AFFAIR

While sitting on the john, with her panties down around her knees and her skirt hiked up, Susan tremblingly reached for the wad of toilet tissue which blocked the peephole between the boys' and girls' rest rooms.
Some naughty youth had cut the hole long ago - before Susan had taken the teaching job in Poplar Gap. The girls kept stuffing it with paper, and the boys kept pulling the paper out. Today Susan was going to do the pulling. She had done it before.
Her heart pounded as she plucked the small paper wad from the hole. She bent and brought a wide brown eye: in line with the aperture.
The giddy hope, which had drawn her to the rest room after she had observed Tommy Lanson entering the boys' room, was thrillingly fulfilled: From just inches away, Susan stared with one near-to-popping eye at Tommy's adorable, pinkheaded cock which he held between his thumb and forefinger after having urinated.
A final drop fell from the little slit at the end of his penis. He shook the 13-year-old appendage and seemed about to place it back into his pants.
Oh. no! Susan thought, for she wanted to admire it awhile longer. It was such a beautiful little prick!
The pricks of young boys obsessed Susan. She frequently thought about them, dreamed about them, and visualized them in her mind's eye. She rarely had an opportunity to see one in the flesh, and she wanted to make the most of it.