Like many teenaged girls Angela Peterson enjoyed the attentions of older men, and she took extreme joy in showing off her adorable charms whenever she could.
Angie had a teen goddess body packed on to her frame. She was a pure blonde with sparkling blue eyes. Her hair was long and she liked to wear it in double ponytails, because she thought it enhanced the sweet, oval beauty of her face. Her lips were thick, pouty. Her cheeks were farm-girl fresh.
She had a dream ass that was high and proud, tight and round. Her titties were the size of ripe oranges, and her hips luscious, supple, and hinged to her body perfectly.
Angie attended Winston school for girls and she was in her last year at the private academy. She didn't care much for school. As her body ripened, her beauty matured, she had dreams of becoming a model, an actress, or a TV anchor woman.
The darling lass certainly had the looks for these professions. Angie had none of the desires of other girls her age. She cared not for teenage boys.
"Ugly? Pimples and stuff," she always said. Angie was well aware of her beauty and very aware of her body. She had been ever since she was young and started attracting the hot stares and gawking gazes of men and boys.
She loved to recall an incident that happened in the small Southern city where she lived. She was walking down the Street in a tight pair of yellow shorts and a dark blue tank top. She had stopped to look in a store window, then glanced over her shoulder and saw a man in a car staring at her ass. Bang! He slammed into the car ahead of him. The accident and the look on the man's face were stuck in her mind forever.
Angie lived with her grandparents. Her mother was in a mental institute, and she had never known her father who fled while she was a baby. Her grandparents were old, very puritanical and stern. She longed to be away from them.
Angie would lie in bed at night thinking of Los Angeles or New York, New Orleans and. other faraway places, and while she did this she masturbated. She loved the climactic thrill of orgasm and had been finger-fucking herself for years, sometimes as many as three times a day.
She had never had sex with a man, however, settling for the excitement of seeing a man turned on by her flirting.
When she did show off, it amounted to innocent teasing such as a generous show of legs, a sexy pose, like bending over, or being sexy at a motel swimming pool.
Angie looked precious in her school uniform. She wore a pay skirt that had pleats and hemmed out high on her thighs. This skirt was matched with a blue sweater, dark blue knee socks, and blue and white saddle shoes. She liked to fix-her hair in double ponytails and tied them with white yarn to enhance the outfit. The skirt was tight around her hips and the gentle top slope of her ass, then it pleated out.
She had not one ounce of fat on her tight, well-curved body. Her tummy was flat and her waist narrow, and this added to the supple plushness of her hips and ass.
She sat in her history class toward the end of a lecture by her teacher Mr. Martin. Mr. Martin was his forties, slender, tall, and he had sandy brown hair that had not yet turned gray. He enchanted her with his good looks and his macho mustache.
The bell rang, and as the class filed out, Angie gathered her books to leave. Mr. Martin beckoned to her. She went to his desk. He walked to the door and shut it.
Mr. Martin had, been infatuated with the beautiful girl for over a year now. There were times in class when he had all he could do to say his lecture, to follow his notes, seeing her there in the front row cuddled so adorable and sexy at her desk.
Just before the class had left, Mr. Martin had assigned a paper. A silent groan had gone up from the class. He was always assigning long papers, especially on the weekends, so the students would have to take part of their time off to work on the project.
He trembled within and sat down. He knew he was about to take a very big gamble, but he thought the idea worth any retribution he might suffer if it went wrong.
"Well, are you going to write me a real good paper, Angela?" he said.
"Well, I'll try, but we have a football game this weekend and stuff... " she said, her words slow, measured, trailing off.
"You could be excused from writing the paper and get an A on it if you wish," he said.
"I could?" she exclaimed.
"Yes, indeed."
"Well, oh yeah, that'd be great."
"Yes, you need not write it if you'll do something for me, Angela."
"What, sir?"
He hesitated. "I want you to know I think you're a very pretty young lady."
Angie of course knew this but had never had a man tell her so before.
"Gee, thanks, sir," she said, blushingly. "Yes, yes indeed, you are very beautiful, attractive," he said; looking into her blue eyes. "And if you would pull your skirt up for me for awhile you could have an A for the paper and not do it."
Angie was flabbergasted. Certainly, she liked to show how off and the thought of it gave her a buzz of excitement. "Jeez, I ... pull my skirt up?"
"Yes."
"That's all I have to do?"
Angie thought to herself for a moment. What could it hurt? Why not? And get an A for doing it? She also loved the thought of not doing the stupid paper.
"Well, I guess so," she said finally. Mr. Martin breathed a sigh of relief and pushed back from his desk. Angie saw in the crotch of his gray slacks a spiked bulge. "Then go ahead, my dear."
"Like this?" Angie said, and reached down to lift the hem of her tiny, gray school skirt. She pulled it up over her tanned, smooth thighs, up over a pair of sweet, snug pink panties.
Angie held the skirt up. Mr. Martin eyed the way the panties tugged at her crotch, pulled in there into a nylon mound. "Just like this, is this right?"
"Yes, yes!"
Angie looked fabulous standing in front of him, her skirt held high, her legs encased in the dark blue knee socks, her tight blue sweater filled full of her round tits. Her pink undies gloved her hips tightly.
She noticed the wide-eyed look of admiration on her teacher's face as he gawked at her. She saw the throb of his prick as it pulsed and thumped against his slacks.
"Marvelous, marvelous," he whispered, his eyes grazing her firm body, her beautiful face, her teasing little smile, her panties, her legs.
Angie loved the intense look of desire and passion on his face. She knew the sight of her with her skirt up really excited Mr. Martin. She tucked her chin in and looked down at her thin pink panties, the blonde bulge of her cunt-curls pressing against the nylon.
She looked up and found Mr. Martin unzipping his pants. He reached inside his fly and yanked out a big, thick ten-inch prick.
Angie gasped.
She had never seen a man's prick before, and to see such a huge prick as the one in Mr. Martin's hands damn near made her faint. The stalk was rigid, smooth like polished marble, and the cock-head big, round, red-like a ripe plum.
Mr. Martin unhooked his slacks, pushed them down, then peeled his shorts down, so both were on his knees. He grabbed his huge cock, fisted it and pumped six fast strokes and the bulging prick spat out a huge, wet load that spurted through the air and splashed in a puddle in front of darling Angie.
"Ooooh, you look good," Mr. Martin hissed between clenched teeth.
"Sir, should.., do you think... I can. . ."
Angie's words faded as her eyes widened. She watched him slowly jerk on the fat prick. The sight of the mature, handsome man, pulling and pushing on his hard erection sent shimmers of excitement through her beautiful body.
Mr. Martin huffed and puffed.
Angie watched- in rapt fascination. The teacher pumped his squirting prick with a long, slow herky-jerky. A shiver of delight and forbidden pleasure tingled the girl.
"See how hard you make my prick, Angela?" he whispered. "This is the most admiration a man can give a lady, to have a big hard-on like this."
"But do you think you should be.
"What am I doing, Angela?" he asked.
"You're playin' with yourself, sir."
"Uh-huh. Makin' myself feel good to you. Playin' with what, Angela?"
"Well you know."
"Tell me."
"Well, you're playin' with your thing... your prick, sir."
"I know. Oh, God, baby! Take your panties down for me.
"Huh? Oh, no. I can't?" She gulped, but a voice inside her told her to do it, take them down and really give the teacher a good show.
"I'll give you an A on the next paper, too. And you won't have to do it," he said, now picking up speed with his strokes.
"Oh, golly. I dunno."
"I wanna see your pussy!" he barked.
"Well, all right then." Angie let her skirt fall. She reached up under it and wiggled her panties down to her knees, then lifted the hem of the skirt again.
"Oh, baby!" Mr. Martin gasped, his eyes full of sparkling passion seeing the sweet young cunt. Her blonde cunt-hair was fuzzy and thick.
Mr. Martin jerked furiously on his hot prick, humping and pumping it with a wild stroke. The prick-head kept squishing out spurts of cum that splashed to the floor in front of him.
"Oh, Angie! Whew, jeez, baby! That looks good," Mr. Martin panted.
"Wow, sir. You're masturbatin'," Angie whispered.
"Uh-huh. Feels good. Masturbatin' to you. Gonna cum to you, Angie!"
He fucked his fist wildly now. He slid down on the edge of his chair and beat savagely on his big cock. Angie watched the action and felt a new eroticism she had not yet experienced. She liked what she was seeing, and she liked showing the teacher her cunt.
"Lemme see your ass," he said hotly.
"I will if you'll give me another A on another paper. I'U let you look," she said.
"Yes, yes!"
Angie turned around, pulled her skirt up way over her ass and showed her smooth ass cheeks to the panting, jerking man.
"Oh jeezzzuzz! Oh my! Oh, Angie!" he babbled, thrilled by the tight, round ass. Angie looked back over her shoulder and watched him jack himself. She instinctively bent over a little to emphasize the curve of her magnificent, young rump.
"You're beautiful. Your ass is beautiful. It's the most amazing... it's... oh, Angie ... you have the best ass I've ever seen!" Mr. Martin blabbered.
Angie had never heard such dialogue, but she liked the sound of his quivering voice, liked the words he uttered.
"Turn around again," he huffed.
Angie turned and held up her gray skirt, showed her sweet pussy to her teacher and watched him hammering hard on his big, juicy cock.
Angie's pussy was spritzing. . It had become all wet, gummy, sticky, and itchy. She couldn't take her eyes off the way Mr. Martin slugged his big prick. It was at that moment, when his hand was a blur, she rolled her hips, pushed and pumped out her pussy to the jacking teacher.
"Ahhhh," he cried. "Oh, baby. Darling!" "You like that, when I do that?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes."
Angie wanted to stick a finger in her pussy and finger herself, make herself cum. As if sensing this, Mr. Martin said, "I'd like to see you put your hand between your legs and rub."
"Like this?" Angie asked, gathering her skirt up with one hand, setting her legs apart, her feet flat on the floor, her hips humped, slicking a finger into her cunt.
"Oh!" Mr. Martin gasped. "Oh, Angela. Oh, honey. That's beautiful!"
"You like me doin' this?"
"Oh!" he cried, pumping like a madman. "You're really goin' now, sir," Angie offered.
"I know. I'm gonna cum to you."
"I never had anyone cum to me before, sir," she said.
The sight of beautiful Angie fingering her pussy in front of him sent Mr. Martin into a dizzying swoon of ecstasy. He thumped his prick violently. He grabbed it with both hands, hammered with a vengeance, mindlessly seething with passion for the adorable student.
"Fuck your finger!" he yelped.
Angie slicked her hot little finger furiously in and out of her cunt. She gazed in amazement at the blazing jack-job Mr. Martin was giving himself. She became lost in the thrilling emotion. Tongues tickled her. She felt the first slow shudder of an orgasm that seemed to hold off, and she could control it with her finger.
Then Mr. Martin came. He convulsed in a spasmodic jerk, the force of his climax yanking him upward on the chair as his cock simmered, fumed and burst forth with a stream of hot, thick cream that hurled out high in the air.
"Oh, jeez." Angie gulped, diddling her cunt with passion. "Oh, sir! Wow!"
"Angie, ahhh!" the teacher cried. "Ahhh, Angie!"
He brutally beat his cock as it foamed and spewed cum all over the floor in front of Angie. She came with him. The upheaving turbulence of her climax stormed through her in an orgasmic shudder. She was jerked forward at the waist, then simply shook, her mouth hanging open, her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth. She stared at the simmering cream that continued to pour from Mr. Martin's cock.
"Jeez, sir.. . ah, jeez," she murmured.
Angie kept her eyes on the foaming, bubbling prick as she came. She was still amazed At the incredible frothing, squirting, shooting of cream. It seemed that his cock would never stop spilling out the big thick goops of stickum.
Mr. Martin fell back finally into his chair, stretched out huffing and puffing, catching his breath. He was now stroking his-cum-lathered prick slowly. One more goop dribbled out and splashed to the floor. Then he let go of his cock, and it stood there, a beaten hunk of fat meat.
Angie quickly dropped her skirt and wiggled her panties into place. The bell rang and she left. As she walked down the hall, she smiled to herself thinking about how much fun she had had and all the A's she'd racked up.
"Jeez," she muttered to herself.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day Angie was dressed in her cheerleading uniform for the big game that afternoon. She wore a tiny black skirt that was much like her school skirt in that it fit tightly at the top, the waist, and around the hips, then flared into pleats. At the hem of the skirt were two stripes of gold. She wore a black vest with a yellow blouse underneath and black knee socks with black and yellow tennis shoes.
Angie had her hair parted in the middle with bangs that featured two lovely blonde ponytails that bobbed at the side of her head, held up in a loop by black yarn.
Her cheeks were polished red with rouge and she wore a bright cherry lipstick. She looked beautiful, alluring, sexy, enchanting-a goddess.
Mr. Martin caught up with her and whispered, "Come to my office for a minute, will you?"
"What are we gonna do, sir?" "I need to see you."
"Now?"
"Yes."
Angie waited by the water fountain for a minute, then she made her way to Mr. Martin's office upstairs. She knocked and he admitted her. She thought maybe someone had seen them in the classroom the previous day, and he perhaps was worried.
He wore a tweed jacket and jeans with a blue, button-down shirt and a dark blue tie. His long sandy hair was in place as was his well trimmed mustache. He didn't look in his forties at all.
"Have you been thinking about yesterday?" he said.
"Uh-huh . . . well, yes!"
"Oh, I have too, Angela. You must have realized by now how much I adore"
She really didn't know what to say to this admission. "Do you really, sir?"
His eyes were grazing the outrageous bulge of her tits in the tight little vest, popping out the buttons that threaded a golden line down the middle of it.
They stood in silence. Angie noticed the growing bulge in his tight jeans. He admired her fresh beauty as it rippled against the curvaceous tit of her tight uniform.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her fine body pressed against his tall, lean frame. He loved the feel of her young figure, and he kissed her warmly, lovingly, his mouth open, wet, hot.
Angie had kissed a couple of boys before, but they were her age and didn't know how to kiss like Mr. Martin. She felt lightheaded in his muscular arms. She trembled. Her hips were pushed against his hard erection.
Mr. Martin fanned his hands down over her back and plunged them into the delightful curve of her ass. He cupped the cheeks and squeezed.
They broke their kiss, both shaking with passion.
"Oh, Angie," he mumbled, holding her close, his hands still exploring the magnificent roundness of her rump. "Oh, darling, I'm crazy about you."
"Sir."
"Shall we masturbate again? Shall we feel good again like we did yesterday?"
"Yeah," she whispered.
"This time, I'll rub you and you can rub me, would that be all right, and I'll give you an A for the course?"
"Okay," she gulped, and his hand was under her skirt feeling her thighs.
"Yeah, let's," he said.
"I've never done that before though. I don't know how."
"Oh, but I'll show you, honey!"
His hand lifted her skirt up and he peeked at her black, tight panties, her curvy bloomers. "I'll do you first."
Mr. Martin dug down into her panties, his hand feeling the precious mound of fuzzy blonde cunt-hair. He rubbed, then when the slit spritzed wet and sticky, he slipped a finger in.
"Maybe we should take your skirt off. It would be easier," he said.
"Gee, you think so?"
He already had his hands behind her and unbuttoned the one button and unzipped the short zipper. The skirt loosened and fell on her hips. She wriggled her hips and it floated to the floor at her ankles.
Angie stepped out of the skirt, looking ravishing in the black vest, the yellow blouse, the black knee sacks, and the incredibly tight black bloomers.
Her blonde hair contrasted with all the black to make her appear as an enchanting goddess. Her pretty face, heavily rouged, seemed to glow with anticipation of what was about to happen there in the teacher's office.
Mr. Martin peered longingly at her sexy beauty and once again pulled her to him, kissed her hotly. His hands fluttered on Angie's young, tight, round ass. His huge cock throbbed in his jeans and thumped at her belly.
He dunked his hand into her bloomers again and hooked a finger into her pussy. His free hand tugged at the tight pants and he managed to pull them down on her thighs. Then he began a simmering finger-fuck. He knew how to do it, how to make the lass feel good, and Angie thrilled to this new experience. It was the first time any man had fingered her.
"We don't have much time," he whispered. That didn't matter to Angie, because she was already thrilling to his finger which was making slushy clicking sounds, as though someone were chewing a big wad of bubble gum.
"Does that feel good, honey?" he whispered.
"Yeah!"
"I'm finger-fuckin' you, Angie."
"I know."
"You have such a tight, nice pussy, darling!" He gulped.
"Ooooh," Angie mumbled.
"A hot cunt, that's what you have, and it needs to be fingered good like this, doesn't it?"
"I guess it does, sir."
"Oh, yeah it does. It needs a good fingerfuck."
Angie stood limp. Her hands at her sides. She looked down and saw the thumping rock-hard prick throbbing against his tight jeans. She reached down and palmed her hand over the long, bending stalk.
With his free hand, Mr. Martin played with her big tits, fondling, cupping, and squeezing the lovely orbs. His finger sliced faster and faster.
"Tell me when you're gonna cum, Angie. Tell me when you're gonna feel good!"
"Oh, shit, Jon," she mumbled.
"Want me to fuck your cunt faster?"
"Yeah, yeah!" she panted.
He diddled his blazing finger in and out in a slick fluid drive that sent joyous tingles of sheer delight radiating through Angie's gorgeous body.
"Mmmmmm, mmmm," Angie muttered.
Mr. Martin knew she was hot. He could tell by the muffled sighs escaping her red lips. He rubbed his finger wildly in her cunt, then made a move he'd been thinking about since their last meeting.
"We can do each other at the same time, Angie," he said, his finger still sloshing in and out of her pussy. "I'll just get behind you."
He pulled the finger out, moving behind the lovely girl. He dropped his jeans. He wore no shorts. His cock slapped up against Angie's ass. She could feel the heated cock-head on the cheeks of her ass.
"Sir, what. . ."
"I'll put him through your legs, through your thighs," he said, fisting his prick, guiding it between Angie's legs. The hard, ten-inch cock appeared to Angie's gaping eyes as the stalk slid wildly out the other side, sticking there a full six inches or more. It looked like she herself had a prick.
"Oh, jeez. What'cha doin' now, sir?"
"You grab it, Angie, just grab my prick, do it underhanded yeah, that's it, and pump on it, and as you jerk me let it rub an your pussy, rub you off!" Mr. Martin instructed from behind her, his hands going down to cup her beautiful ass.
"Oh," Angie sighed, her hand clutching the big, thick prick. "Oh, your prick is so long, Mr. Martin."
"Pull up on it as you jerk it, rub it back into your cunt."
"My cunt, my cunt!" Angie babbled.
Angie jerked on his huge prick in a sweet underhanded slide, her thumb, extended. She pulled back on the stalk so it slicked in a friction fuck on the lips of her pussy, rubbed at her swelling clit.
Mr. Martin reached around in front of her and cupped her tits, pushed his hips at her ass. He squeezed the titties, loved them with gnarled fingers.
"That's the way," Mr. Martin raved. Angie was in a dither. She thrilled to his big cock in her hand, against her pussy. She was inflamed with passion. Her hand slithered on his monster prick. A shudder, a tremor of excitement, a rush of emotion spread through her as her hand flurried on the teacher's cock.
She bent over a bit, pushed her smooth ass back against his naked hips, rolled her ass instinctively, pressed the curvy cheeks to his thighs and belly.
"Jerk me, honey," he whispered in her ear, squeezing her tits.
Angie thrilled to the throb of his cock, the twitter of the stalk on her cunt. Her pants slipped down to her knees. She wiggled her ass, pumped the prick, pumped it hard.
"Yeah, darlin', now you got it!" Mr. Martin blabbered.
"Yeah, I got it, sir. I got it!"
He took one hand and put it on her chin, turned her head and kissed her moist lips. He humped behind her, pushing and pumping his cock through her legs. Angie gripped the cockstalk tightly and rubbed it on the lips of her sucking pussy.
"You know I love you, huh?" he murmured. "Uh-huh," she said, breaking away from his sucking lips.
"I'd do anything for you, give you anything, do anything," he blabbed.
"Oh, yeah!" she cried, in a tizzy, her voice trembling with a feverish excitement.
"Jerk me, goddamn you!" he huffed.
"Ah, sir!" she yelled, feeling a flare, a blaze, a whirlwind of passion kick through her at his beautiful words.
"Come on, pump, baby, pump!" Angie was red-hot. A flaming glow was ablaze within her. She jerked his prick in a hot herky-jerky. Her whale body rushed with the first flush of climax.
"Sir! I'm gonna cum. You told me to tell you when I was gonna get a feel-good," Angie panted, her voice full of excitement. "Well, I'm gonna feel good, sir."
"Faster, jerk me faster. Oh, god ... yes. Like that, baby! Shit. Oh, yeah!" Mr. Martin yelped.
Angie cried, a deep-felt flurry of emotion gripping her young body.
His prick bulged in her hand. She'd never felt anything like it. The friction of the fucking stalk against her pussy pushed her to the edge, to the raging cum she so much loved and needed.
"Oh, uh! Here it comes, sir!" she cried and the ecstasy of climax whirled through her.
His prick started shooting. Cream jetted from the enlarged cock-head. Angie looked down and watched the way she pumped and the spray that shot out.
Mr. Martin cried, squeezing wildly on her tits. "Oh, jeez, sir? Whoof! Jeez! You're shootin' stuff!"
"Ah, yeah. Cummin' with yah!" Angie shook with the ruffle of twittering orgasm, a hysteria, a madness that overtook her and spun her into a tornado of satisfaction.
She pumped and pumped and pumped on his cock as it rubbed her pussy. She'd never had such a shaking, shivering, flustering feeling.
"I love it!" she huffed. "Oh, I love it!" And he tucked her chin in and watched the eruption of steaming cream from Mr. Martin's cock. Her hand was caked white with the sticky goo of his ejaculation. His cock was like a creamed banana. Her hand slid easily on the iron-hard prick-stalk. The juice sprayed from between her legs, shot out in a looping arc, then splashed in puddles to the hardwood floor.
Mr. Martin squeezed her tits and humped in and out behind her, his knees bent, his head and chin on her shoulder, his tongue sending shiver into her ear all down her side.
Angie gripped his squirting prick with hands and hammered hard, pumping out his full load, loving the sight of the jizz fizzing in a hot, steamy stream.
"You, my darling, are wonderful," he panted, sloshing his tongue in her ear.
"Your cock just keeps gooshin'," Angie whispered.
"Ahhhh, god, it feels good," he moaned.
She was still tingling with her own climax, her own flutter of orgasm, a vibration that jiggled through her with a divine intensity.
"Oh, yeah, yeah . .. feels good!" she managed, her voice shaking, quivering.
The tide of their passion finally subsided. Angle's stroke stopped. Mr. Martin pulled back, his creamy prick-stick sliding through her thighs leaving a trail of juice on the insides.
He spun her around, looked at her longingly. "I am truly crazy about you, dear," he whispered, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
CHAPTER THREE
The next week at school Angie was treated to an erotic show. She had stayed late to work on a biology assignment in the lab. She hadn't planned to stay so long and it was well past five when the door opened and Anne Preston and Mr. David Hall, two teachers at Winston came into the room. He was tall and handsome, and she was nearing forty, incredibly stacked, plush and supple in the hips, huge tits, and a classic beauty.
"Take your clothes off," Anne said.
Dave quickly did as she asked and stood nude before her.
Angie was quick to put away her experiment and duck down behind the counter so they could not see her. She looked with amazement at Mr. Hall's big hard-on, and she noticed how Miss Preston eyed it too.
"Better lock the door," Anne said.
Dave motioned for her to do it, and she walked to the lock and put it in place. Dave fondled his prick as he watched the sway of her hips and ass. She came back and stood in front of him, a smile playing on her juicy red lips.
Dave pulled Anne into his arms, tight against his thumping throbbing erection. It slapped at her. His hands dithered down her back and he plunged them into the sweetness of her juicy ass. It felt good through her skirt, and his fingers pressed into the rippling cheeks.
Anne reached down and fisted his cock. The stalk felt like a brick someone had left out in the sun. She explored the full length, the marble hard smoothness. She gripped the squirting prick and felt the pulsing throb against her fingers.
His nude body trembled with desire for her. His heart pounded with passion. His whole being tingled with the delicious tickle of Anne's hand clutching his big fuck-throbber.
He kissed her warmly, his mouth open. Their lips were hot. Their tongues flapped and fucked. Dave drew back. He looked down at Anne's hand holding his cock.
"You like it?" he whispered.
"Yeah, I love it. You know I love it."
"You like my cock?"
"Yeah, I love your cock, big daddy!" she purred, and squeezed the rigid prick-stick, felt the thumping, the wild throbbing.
Anne pulled back a little then bent over at the waist. She ducked down on Dave's cock and kissed the tip, licked a bubble at hot, steaming cream. Her lips puckered around the big, red cock-head. Dave squirted a goop of jizz that splashed onto her fresh, red lipsticked lips.
"Ah, Anne, honey!" he cried.
She bobbed in and out, took his prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. Her heavenly lips were like a wet plunger. Her mouth was like butter. She cupped Dave's balls with her free hand.
He stood above her peering down at her marvelous mouth sealed around the tip of his cock, the way her cheeks caved in.
"Oh, shit, baby," he mumbled. "You're the best cock-sucker in the whole damn world. Aren't you?"
"Mmmmm," came Anne's affirmative reply as she bobbed deeper in on his prick, took at least five inches of the eight inches he had to offer her..
She finally lifted off his cock, stood up, but kept the prick-stalk gripped in her hand. Dave lifted her red skirt, hoisted it over the tops of her dark nylons, the white garter-straps, the white garter-belt, and her pussy-packed pink panties.
He sent his hand into the crotch of the panties and felt the soft muffin puffing out the thin nylon, rubbed his fingers against her pussy.
The panties were elegantly shaded at the V by the thick, rich carpet of cunt curls. underneath, and his itching fingers were soon pulling on the top of her panties. Then he sent his hand digging deep into her pants.
"I wanna play in your panties, Anne," he whispered. "I wanna be in your panties."
"You're in there," she remarked coyly.
Dave hooked a finger into her juicy, spritzing cunt, then started diddling, sawing it in and out in a slow finger rhapsody, which gave Anne a delightful tingle of ecstasy. His knuckles bulged out the crotch of her panties as he rubbed her pussy.
"Finger me," she sighed, "finger me!"
"I will if you'll keep fuckin' my prick with your fist like that!" Dave gulped hotly.
"Yeah, but it's squirtin' all over me!" she purred, and her grip tightened on the thick prick-stick. She shoved her hand in and out in an underhanded push and pull that made Dave swoon with tingling satisfaction.
His hand danced inside her pants. His finger was a good slicker.
"It's all wet and sticky in there, in your panties," Dave said.
"I know," Anne answered, looking up at him, seeing the impassioned look on his face, his mouth open.
"May I take your panties down, darlin'?"
Anne whispered.
They let go of each other. Dave knelt before her in a worshipping position. Anne held her skirt up high for him, had it all bunched up in red ruffles on her hips.
Dave thumped her pretty pink panties and slowly tugged them down over her plush hips, down on her thighs, took them down to her knees. They fell to the floor. Anne stepped out of the pink undies.
He picked them up, held them tenderly, and looked upward at Anne.
"May I keep them, Anne?" he asked heatedly. "Keep them for a souvenir of this exquisite moment with you."
"Yeah, you can keep 'em," Anne said.
His hands lightly feathered up her thighs, feeling the smooth softness.
"Why don't you give my pussy a little suck while you're down there?" Anne whispered.
Dave puckered his lips to her pussy and kissed the gooey muffin, opened his mouth and sucked all of her cunt he could get. He nibbled and chewed lovingly and tenderly.
"Yeah, suck my cunt!" Anne sighed, thrilling to the feeling that raced through her as Dave slurped her sweet pussy.
"Your pussy is delicious, Anne," he whimpered, thrusting his hands behind her and cupping the cheeks of her ass, pinching his fingers into the rippling curves.
His tongue flopped out and he wagged it all over her cunt, up and down the dewy-slit until finally he stuck it on her erect little clit. He tongued wildly at the clit, and this made Anne shudder with sheer delight.
"Suck it!" she cried.
He sucked, chomped, and slurped at her pussy until Anne felt the first tingle of a climax. It that spread slowly through her. She stiffened and was jerked forward at the waist.
"Ah, ah! I'm gettin' it!" she cried. "Ohhh! Dave worked feverishly to please her, smooching her pussy like a wild, hungry dog.
"Oh, yeah!" Arnie sighed.
Dave got up quickly, fisted his cock, and humped down-bending at the knees. He shoved his hard prick into Anne's creaming cunt.
"Wanna fuck?" he asked huskily. "Yeah, I wanna fuck. Let's fuck!" Dave sawed his big cock in and out of her cunt. They both looked down and watched the slick long slide. Anne threw her arms around his neck.
Dave clapped her ass in his hands and pumped slowly, his big balls swinging free, his cock like an oiled piston plunging in and out.
"Thick it, come on and fuck me, big daddy!" Anne whispered.
"I never wanna stop!"
"Fuck me, and fuck me and fuck me!" Anne cried.
They stood in the center of the room, connected by the huge prick that slicked between them. Anne began as a low bump and grind with her hips, pushing her plush pussy to his pounding prick.
"Let's get down on the floor and fuck, Anne," Dave suggested.
"Yeah, the floor's the best," she said.
She lay down and pulled up her skirt. Dave spread her legs wide and mounted her. She reached up and clasped his wobbling hard-on in her hand and stuck it into her cunt. He started a slow pump up and down, his ass looking good.
Anne wrapped her legs around him and bounced her ass off the carpet.
"Is there anything you like better'n a good luck, Anne?" Dave whispered.
"I can't think of anything, unless it's two fucks," she replied. "You know I love to fuck, that's what you want me to say, isn't it?" "Yeah, tell me."
"I love to fuck. Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me with that big cock, damn it!"
"Oh, baby!" he panted.
"Come on, make me feel good, honey!" she urged.
Dave picked up the beat and hammered up and down on top of her slugging his eight inches deep into her sucking pussy.
"Anne!" he shouted. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Come on, big daddy! Shoot off!"
Dave's cock poured out a huge, hot, steamy load of cream that splashed into Anne's pussy. His prick bulged. More cream spewed out. He fucked hard and fast.
"Oh, Anne," he whimpered, banging up and down wildly,
"Here I cum!" she hollered. "Come on, b don't stop! Keep fuckin' me!"
He did. He was into a furious pump as his cock sprayed his load into her cunt.
"Mmmm, now! I'm cummin', oh, shit! I'm coming!" Anne cried.
She shuddered, pushed her hips upward, held them there, then swirled them around and around to the spurting prick.
"Oh, you're a good, good fuck, Anne," he whispered, falling spent on top of her. "I know it," she said.
He rolled off onto the carpet and lay on his back, gasping, panting. Anne got up. She straightened her skirt and stood over him. He looked up the skirt to her big, brown pussy. His cock curled on his stomach, all sticky and gooped with cream. Anne smiled down at him.
"Peakin' up my skirt, huh?" she teased.
"Uh-huh. Looks good up there. Your pussy's dripping with juice."
"I know. It's gonna seep down my legs 'cause you won't give me my panties back."
Dave got up to his knees. He lifted her skirt over her fine ass. His hands played on the smooth cheeks. He kissed all over the rounded rump. Then he slobbered his eager tongue up and down the crack.
"Oh, God!" Anne cried. "Phewww, jeez!" "Mmmmm" Dave mumbled, slithering his long, hot tongue up and down the furry canyon.
"I can't believe you're doin' that!" she gasped.
"Mmmmm, mmmm," he burbled.
"Oh, honey. You big, bad ass-licker!"
Dave shot his tongue at her asshole, twirling it wildly against her tight assbud. Dave held the cheeks of her ass with his hands, spread them, wagged his tongue like a throbbing piston, giving Anne a most marvelous feeling.
"Ah, honey!" she exclaimed, bending over, putting her hands on bet knees, offering him the target he was greedy to hit.
His tongue swirled on her asshole, waved like a flag up and down the crack, then wobbled, slobbered, licked, and rolled wildly on her bud.
"Oh baby," Anne moaned. "I can't believe ahhhh whooof!"
"Have you never had a rim-job, darling?"
Dave managed to muffle.
"A rim-job? Ah, no. No. But I love it. Don't stop, honey! Don't stop fuckin' me back there with your tongue!" Anne barked. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. She quickly inserted a finger in her cunt and started to twiddle her clit.
Dave spread her ass-cheeks wide and drilled his tongue at her asshole,
"Have mercy!" Anne gasped. "Whew, that feels good, baby."
It felt so good she came. Her whole body shook as though an earthquake were rumbling through the room. Anne didn't think she'd ever stop tingling with the ecstasy of orgasm, with the sweet satisfaction of climax.
"My ass, my ass!" she huffed. "Tongue-fuck my ass, honey? Eat it . . . eat! Shit, eat it!" Dave was gnawing at her whole, tonguing, biting, sucking, kissing, slurping, making loud sensuous, noises with his ardent lapping.
"Oh, have mercy," Anne breathed, shuddering through the final vibration of her climax. "Honey, honey, honey!"
Angie peered from behind the lab counter, and by now her hand was in her hot, wet panties. Her finger was greasing in and out of her sopping, sweet cunt, and she was cumming with Anne, buzzing nil over with her own rich orgasm.
She had never seen such a display of sexual activity. She wished that the handsome teacher were behind her, sticking his big, sloppy tongue up her ass. Just the thought of it as she watched, made her want to scream with joy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anne again straightened her skirt, and turned to Dave who was still on the floor on his knees.
"I have to hurry to class," she said. "But, I hope we can meet and do this again sometime."
"When?"
"Well, it'll have to be here at school. My husband is insanely jealous. I never get out unless he's with me," Anne said.
"I don't blame him!" Dave smiled. Anne walked to the door, turned, and smiled back. "Jeez, that's some tongue you have there professor."
She then slipped quickly out the door. Angie watched as Dave stood up. His big prick was stiff as a lead pipe. He stood nude for a moment, then picked up his clothes. Angie was still tingling with her cum. She leaned forward to catch her balance and knocked over a microscope that clunked loudly to the floor.
Dave looked up quickly. He came round the counter and saw the darling girl standing there. Angela had taken her hand out of her panties and dropped her gray skirt. She stood sheepishly, her cheeks blushed red. Mr.
Hall stood naked, his cock like an iron bar. They stood in silence, looking at each other. The teacher admiring the beauty of the girl, her precious face, the pouty, full lips glowed with pink, her lovely blonde hair, parted in the middle, banged on her forehead, drawn up in double ponytails.
Angie's tight, dark blue sweater bulged with the roundness of her big tits. The teacher's eyes glazed her smooth legs, the dark blue knee socks, the blue and white saddle shoes, her luscious hips.
His cock throbbed and wobbled wildly.
"So you saw it all," he whispered.
"Well, I . . . I didn't mean to, sir. I was working...I was trying to..."
"Are you going to tell anyone?"
"Oh, no sir. Not" Angie said, her eyes staring at the giant cock.
Angie trembled at the sight of the nude man, his hairy chest, the hair around his cock, his big balls sacked between his legs, his taut muscular body.
"You mustn't tell anyone." Mr. Hall said.
"No, I won't, sir. I really won't."
"Did you like what you aw, Miss Peterson?" he asked.
"Did it make you hot? Are you hot now?" "Oh, sir!" She gulped.
"It did, didn't it? You got hot."
"Well, I got excited."
"You're hot right now, aren't you," he said, and pulled Angie to him, pressed her incredible body to his nakedness, his cock slamming up against her skirt. He kissed her savagely, and his hands fanned out over her amazing ass.
"Boy, you are hot, you're trembling all over," Mr. Hall whispered. His hands cupped her ass firmly.
"You wanna do some of those things I did with Miss Preston, Angie?" he asked huskily.
"I couldn't, sir. I mean, I. . . uh. . . never have done . . . any of . ."
Mr. Hall lifted her tiny skirt up over a sweet pair of pussy-packed pink panties. The tight nylon bulged at the crotch in a juicy, wet invitation. He dunked his hand down deep into the sopping pants.
"Like this, when I had my hand in Miss Preston's panties, did that make you hot?" he whispered, his voice husky, deep, full of passion for the lovely lass. His fingers entwined with the sweet blonde coils of hot cunt-hair between her legs, and then he slicked a finger in the gummy, tight slit.
"Ahhhh, oh!" Angie muttered.
"See, you're all wet down there. All wet and sticky. All hot, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
His finger jimmied in and out of Angie's' cunt. His knuckles jiggled out the crotch other pink panties. His cock throbbed between them.
"Oh, but, sir. Do you think you should do that?" Angie gasped.
"I won't if you don't want me to," he whispered, "but you like it, just like Miss Preston did. Don't you?"
"I . ."
"I'm playin' in your panties, just like I did with Anne," he said. "And what did she say to me, Angie?"
"Uh...uh. She said, finger me, finger me!"
"That's what she said all right." His finger flicked slowly in and out of Angie's soft cunt, and the feeling that radiated through the girl was a delight to her. She was indeed hot. Very hot.
"And I told her to keep fuckin' my prick with her fist, but you aren't doin' that, Angie," Mr. Hall said.
"Oh, but should I? I mean really, sir. Here in school and stuff."
"Yeah, you should," he said, jiggling his finger in a fluid glide in and out of her pussy. He took his free hand and guided her wrist to his cock. Her fingers slowly gripped the thick, pulsing prick.
"Move your hand in and out, Angie. Pump it on my prick!"
She did this to the delight of the handsome teacher. Her hand was tight around the enlarged stalk of his cock. She pushed the slick, smooth skin in and out, looking up into his impassioned face, seeing the glistening passion in his green eyes.
"Then I asked Miss Preston if I might take her panties down. What did she say, Angie?"
"Oh, oh. She said.., she said, please take my panties down."
"Let me hear you say it, Angie."
"Okay. Please take my panties down."
"And you have pretty pink panties like Miss Preston's, too, darling," Mr. Hall said, kneeling in front of the gorgeous girl.
He yanked her pants down, took them to her ankles, and pulled them off. "May I keep your panties, Angie?"
"Oh, I can't. I mean . ."
"I'll just take them," he said.
His finger had stayed in her cunt, and he kept sawing it in and out. Then he mashed his face into the V of her legs, his gaping, open mouth sucked like a vacuum on her cunt.
Angie sighed, and she came. The rippling ribbon of delight shuddered her body. She shook all over.
Mr. Hall cupped his hands behind her on her ass and chewed furiously on her cunt as she climaxed. Angie had never felt anything so wonderful. She loved the feel that spread through her luscious body.
Mr. Mall, with his hands on her ass, could feel the tremble, the feeling, the good buzz that swept through Angie. He chomped her virgin cunt, chewed, sucked, and tickled his tongue at her sweet clit.
Dave got up. "When Miss Preston came, I got up and asked her if she wanted to fuck. That's what I did. What did she say, Angie?"
Angie felt faint. She was completely captivated by the thrilling orgasm, by the handsome teacher. She thought she might pass out, but she managed to mumble, "Yeah, I wanna fuck. That's what she said, but sir. I can't. I never fucked. I never did that before!"
Dave held her skirt up high and fisted his cock. He humped down, bent at the knees, and directed the prick-head of his squirting cock right at the lips of Angie's pussy. He didn't put it all the way in, just lodged the head in between her cunt-lips.
"Okay, then I'll just rub the tip of my cock on your pussy. Feel good?" he said.
"Oh, sir . . . you shouldn't do this .. ."
Angie muttered, looking down, seeing the shining, glistening cock extended between them, the big red cock-head flubbing her cunt.
"I won't put it all the way in, Angie," he said, jacking his prick, pumping the stalk, mashing the cock-head in a fucking friction on the girl's pussy.
Angie continued watching the teacher pump his cock at her twit. She thrilled to the exquisite feeling that his action gave her. His hand on his cock excited her, the way he underhanded the thick prick-stalk the way he sawed in and out..
Then Angie was on the floor. She knew not how she got there, but she was on her back, her legs spread, knees up, and her skirt fluffed on her waist. Mr. Hall was above her. He was on his knees bending over, still pumping his prick at her pussy.
"Then what did Anne say to me?" he huffed. "Oh, I can't say that word, sir," Angie protested.
"Yes you can. It's a beautiful word. What did she say to me?" "Oh, sir."
"Come on, tell me, Angie."
"Oh, uh. Fuck! She said fuck. She said fuck me and fuck me!" Angie babbled.
His cock slipped into her slick pussy. He got at least three inches into her, leaned straight over her and stared humping up and down, plugging her pussy with his big prick.
"Oh, darling," he said, his breath hot in her pretty face.
"Should we be fuckin' on the floor like this, Mr. Hall. What if-"
"Yes, we should. Don't you like the way it feels."
"Oh, I do. Yes!"
"Fuckin is wonderful, Angie. Fuckin' like this is an expression of the most intimate love and respect."
Angie's pretty legs were still up at the knees, and she looked good on the floor in her school uniform fucking the teacher. She loved the feel of his prick bulging in her cunt. She floated on a thick cloud of paradise.
She came. Mr. Hall quickly pulled his cock out of her pussy and shoved his finger in. He grabbed his cock and was back on his knees. He beat it wildly and came with her. A big gusher of cream sprayed from the prick-tip and splashed all over Angie's pretty legs, her white, flat belly. Big puddles of cum bubbled on the inside of her thighs, all over her patch of pussy hair, her beautiful belly button.
She stared at the eruption as she shuddered in climax, watched the jizz squirt miraculously from the top of his cock. Her mouth hung open. She tingled all over with that divine feeling of orgasm.
"We're cummin'!" Mr. Hall yipped.
"Feels so good, sir!" she mumbled, squirming beneath him, completely fascinated by the volcanic spray of his hot cum.
Seeing the mature, muscular, handsome man humped over on his knees above her, his wrist and hand in a blurring pump, absolutely thrilled Angie, and another exciting orgasm flashed through her. She writhed on the shiny hardwood floor, a prisoner of Mr. Hall's fucking finger.
The hot cream poured out of his cock in gooshy squirts. He stiffened. His muscles rippled. He gave himself an expert hand-job and peered down into Angie's beautiful face, saw there the passion etched in crinkles on her forehead, saw the sparkle in her baby-blue eyes.
He finally spent his huge load. He panted, huffed and puffed. Angie relaxed in the glow of her two orgasms.
Mr. Hall's cock wilted quickly. The stalk was raw, red, creamy, slick-and dribbles of cream seeped from the tip. He leaned down and kissed Angie warmly, pressed his lips to her sweet mouth, swished his tongue around, then whispered, "My lovely darling, that was wonderful, wasn't it?"
Angie lay there thinking she would like to cum all the time, just simply vibrate continuously with that good feeling. "Yes, it was, but I better go, sir. I've got class."
She got up.
"Are you gonna keep my panties, Mr. Hall?"
"But, sir, these skirts are so short and stuff, and . . . well I. . ."
Mr. Hall peered up her skirt. He lifted the hem and his eyes inspected Angie's astonishing ass. Her rump was tight, round, smooth. A beautiful ass. It looked as though some famous sculptor had carved it to perfection. The teacher had never seen an ass that excited him the way Angie's did.
"I'm sure you already know this, but you have an incredible ass, Angie," he whispered, then began raining tiny love kisses on the slick cheeks. He pushed her skirt up high on her waist, licked his tongue all over.
"Oh, sir. You're not . . ."
But he did. He slashed his tongue up and down the crack of her ass. This new experience sent a tingle, an erotic jolt of excitement and pleasure through Angie's body. He cupped the cheeks with his hands, pushed them apart to accommodate the wild wag of his wet tongue.
"Uh! Ah!" Angie huffed. "My ass! Not my ass, sir!"
"Uh-huh," he said, his tongue carving a path up and down the fuzzy crack.
Angie tried to remember what Miss Preston had said when he tongue-fucked her ass, because she knew Mr. Hall wanted her to talk that way.
"Oh, I can't believe you're doin' that, sir."
His tongue twirled on her asshole.
"Ahhhhh, jeez!" Angie gasped. "I can't
"Have you ever had a rim-job, my darling?"
"No. But gee, honey. Have mercy."
Angie was completely captivated by the experience, his tongue rolling, wiggling on her asshole. She tried to remember again what Anne had said, but she was so lost in the thrilling feeling she was having, she could think about was screaming for joy.
"Well, you really are doin' that, aren't you?" she finally managed.
"Yes, mmm, mmmm," he said.
Then she remembered.
"My ass, my ass!" She gulped. Tongue-fuck my ass, honey! Eat, eat, eat it!" Angie cried, and shoved her finger in her pussy as Miss Preston had done. She fingered her cunt as Mr. Hall twiddled his hot, lewd tongue on her shit-hole.
She came.
"Ah, shit!" Angie exclaimed. "What are you . . . at, shit!"
He bit, sucked, kissed, and took the, young lady to new plateaus of pleasure, and as her finger fucked her pussy, she came again and again and again.
CHAPTER FIVE
So many things had been happening and so fast, too, Angie thought to herself. She was enjoying all the action at Winston, loving all the sex that was happening to her, getting A's for showing off and masturbating with Mr. Martin. Life was sweet, she thought, and she could see that there were many things in life that her beauty and sexiness might bring her.
Mr. Martin had invited her over to his apartment, and she was thinking about that. They were to get together that evening after dinner.
He had said, "I want you to model for me, and I'm going to pay you."
His offer had excited her and she readily accepted.
That evening after dinner she told her grandmother she was going to meet a friend at the Pizza Hut, then she put on a pair of tight, faded jeans that crafted against her body so tightly they looked like cellophane. She matched the light blue with a dark blue sweater, a pair of one-inch white high heels, and walked to Mr. Martin's. She went around to the back door as he had instructed and knocked.
He let her in and they walked to the living room. Mr. Martin had on only a short terrycloth robe.
"Ah, darling," he said, "I'm so glad you came. I told you I'd pay you to model for me, and. here is one hundred dollars."
Mr. Martin handed her a crisp bill. Angie had never seen a hundred-dollar bill before. She folded it and put it in her purse.
He picked up a camera and said, "Let's take some pictures."
Angie posed in the middle of the room, turning so he could shoot pictures of her from the front and the back, so he could get a shot of the way the jeans cradled her ass so tightly. Then he asked her to take the jeans down and off.
She slithered out of them and stood before him in her dark blue sweater, the white heels, and a pair of pussy-packed blue panties. Her blonde hair bobbed in double ponytails at the sides of her oval face. Her lips were freshly glossed with pink lipstick, and her cheeks glowed with rouge. She was indeed stunning, and Mr. Martin took several pictures of her.
"Put your thumbs in your panties like you're going to take them down," he instructed.
Angie thumbed the top of her panties and pulled them out. She smiled sexily, her lips tugging down at the corners of her mouth, and she pulled the panties out farther as if inviting him to dunk his hand inside.
He snapped a picture. Then he had her turn around and bend over, put her hands on her knees, and he took pictures of her ass. He instructed her to turn back around and take her panties down.
Angie pulled the blue undies down to her knees and showed him her beautiful blonde cunt.
"Take your sweater off," he said.
Angie pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the floor, stood with her swelling tits bulging out of a blue bra. Mr. Martin snapped a passionate picture. Angie set her legs apart, feet flat on the floor, and pushed her hips out. Then she cupped into her bra and brought out her big titties and set them up over the top so they were squished together succulently. "Ah, yes!" Mr. Martin muttered, snapping away.
His robe had fallen open and his huge horse prick was sticking out like a big lead pipe. Tears of cum covered the bright plum-red cock-head. Angie loved teasing him, and she turned around and showed him her smooth, naked ass. He took several pictures and reloaded the camera.
She stood, hands on hips, looking back over her shoulder, her little pants a tight stretch on her thighs, her marvelous ass so round, chubby, tight, beautiful. Mr. Martin flashed more pictures. She saw his cock squirt. It wobbled from side to side as he moved, and she was thrilled that she excited him so.
"I have another outfit I'd like you to model in, Angie," he said. "It's laid out on the bed in the bathroom.
"More pictures?" she asked.
"Just a few more, okay?"
Angie went to the bedroom took off her clothes and slipped into a pair of black stretch nylons that stayed up without garters. They had diamond designs down the back of the leg. She pulled them up over her legs onto her thighs, tugged them tightly, and they snapped into place. She wiggled into a tight pair of thin, nylon pink panties. She slipped into a black bra with underwired nylon lace half cups that really lifted her tits proudly, leaving the nipples uncovered. The bra WEB trimmed in pink. And to this she added a black waist-cincher that hooked up the front. It was lightly boned and gave her supple figure and hourglass shaping. The cincher was trimmed also in pink with pink ribbons down the front.
Angie stepped into a shiny pair of black high heels. She appraised her self in the mirror, fixed her double ponytails with black ribbons, made sure that they draped down the sides of her face.
She was stunning, and when she walked into the living room, Mr. Martin gasped in admiration. He took several pictures of her, then said, "I just want you to be sexy for me."
His cock was stiff, rigid and it kept spitting little gobs of cum. Angie sat down on the couch and spread her legs, put a sexy pout on her lips, slid her tongue out, and he snapped a photo.
After several more pictures, he put the camera down and sat in a big easy chair. Angie now stood in front of him. He grabbed his prick and began jerking slowly on the huge stalk. He eyed the lovely girl longingly.
"I'm gonna jerk to you," he whispered.
"I see that. You're playin' with your prick," Angie said.
"Yeah, feels good. You look so damn good." "Do I?" Angie said, swaying over him, teasing him by tugging at her pink panties, pulling them down to reveal the fuzz carpet of cunt-hair between her legs, then letting them snap back up into place. She slowly moved her hips in and out, relishing the effect she was having on him.
"Talk to me," he whispered.
"What should I say?"
"Anything sexy. God, you re beautiful," he puffed, his hand working in a hot herky-jerky.
"It looks good, sir. That looks good when you play with your prick.
"When I jack it?"
"Yeah, when you jack on your cock, I like the way that looks."
He pumped faster on his hard cock. "Your prick is so long, sir. You're goin' faster, too. I like that."
"Do yourself, okay?" he said. "I'll just pull my panties down like this," Angie said, thumbing her pink pants, peeling them down to the tops of the nylons, showing off her pussy.
"Yeah, yeah!" Mr. Martin barked. "I'll just put my finger in my pussy like this and do it," she whispered.
"Finger your cunt, honey!" he huffed. "Well, jerk your prick, mister," Angie retorted.
"Oh, darling!" he gasped, pumping hard. "Masturbate that big prick, sir," Angie whispered. She stood now by the side of the chair, just over him. He reached up and cupped her ass with his free hand.
"What a beautiful ass you have," he said.
"Go faster, sir. Lemme see you rosily pump that prick, okay?"
"You like it, huh?"
"Yeah, I really do. I really like to see you jack-off, sir. Jeez that looks good, go on, faster, do it faster, you naughty bad man!"
"Oh, uh, darling!"
"Come on jerk to me," she whispered.
He fingered up and down the crack of her ass with one hand and hammered furiously on his prick with the other. Then he hooked his finger up her asshole.
"Ah! You're puttin' your itchy finger up my ass, sir. You shouldn't do that!"
"I'm fuckin' your asshole."
"I know," Angie said, diddling wildly on her clit, digging her finger in and out of her pussy.
"You like this?" he said.
"I love masturbatin', sir. I love seem a man play with his prick like that. I wanna see you shoot your stuff all over, too. I like it when you squirt all over."
"Oh, baby!" he cried, pounding savagely on his big prick, humping and pumping his hand.
"Okay, you do it to me. You jerk it, and I'll finger you," he said.
Angie grabbed his cock. She bent over just a bit so she could pump him. He reached out and slugged a finger in her pussy. She jerked.
his prick as fast as she could, her hand a sweet blur. He plugged her pussy with a hot finger. She had his cock in a hot, tight grip.
"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled.
"Okay then, do it, aim!" Angie urged, feeling the first flash of her own orgasm.
Mr. Martin's prick bulged in her hand. Then he unleashed an incredible load of cream that flew out high into the air. Angie pumped faster and faster.
"That's it, that's it!" she babbled. "Oh, shoot it, sir! Shoot it! I love it when you shoot it!"
Angie came with him, the flowery feeling of ecstasy kicked through her. She stiffened, buzzed all over, pumped hard and fast, milking all of Mr. Martin's hot load.
"I loves to jack-off a man like this," she sighed, watching in amazement at the jetting cream that streamed from the head of her teacher's big cock.
"Well, you're really doin' it good, Angie, you're really beatin' my meat for me!"
"Uh-huh, I am, and it's gushing all over," Angie said, her pumping hand soaked with hot, thick cum-cream. Her hand continued to slurp up and down the monster prick-stick, sliding effortlessly, her red fingernails dripping with jizz, while her other hand diddled her cunt.
Mr. Martin fucked her asshole with his finger, and they were caught in the splendor of their splendid act. Finally Angie. reached out and grabbed the back of the chair for balance, huffing, puffing, catching her breath.
She let go of Mr. Martin's prick. The stalk was creamy, still hard, still throbbing, wiggling as it spit out little drips of final cum.
"I wanna see you jack it again, sir," Angie sighed, "I wanna see you masturbate that big prick for me.
He gasped, grabbing his cock, sliding a slow stroke on it.
"Yeah, like that, whew golly! That's good, H sir!"
"How would you like to see more than one man masturbate to you, Angie?" he whispered..
"Phew, shit, I'd like that!"
"Come over tomorrow night. Some of my howling buddies will be here. You can see all of us jerk to you, if you'll be sexy for us."
"Okay," she said quickly. "I'll come over after the football game. Will my cheerleading uniform be sexy enough?"
"Yes, yes!" he cried, pumping his prick, humping his ass up off the chair.
"Yeah, jerk for me!" She gulped, swaying now in front of him. She took her panties down, took them off, then dangled them on the tip of his prick as he jacked.
"Yeah, yeah, tickle the head!" he yelped. "I want you jerkin', sir. I want you masturbatin' like that to me!"
"Oh, wait till tomorrow night!" he exclaimed.
CHAPTER SIX
The next night after the game, Angie slipped away from her friends, walked the darkened Street to Mr. Martin's apartment. She wore her sweet cheerleading uniform, the black swirling pleats of the skirt, the black, tight vest with the yellow blouse underneath. The vest bumped out with the pointed thrust of her titties, swelling beautifully in a jiggling roundness.
The skirt pulled in around her hips in a keen tightness, down over her ass. Her legs were tanned and they looked good encased in the black knee socks, the black and yellow tennis shoes. She was a darling, and she knew it.
She was frightened and excited about the proposed invitation. But she loved older men, she liked to turn them on, liked to make them hot, and she didn't see anything wrong with this.
She trembled as she walked, just thinking about showing off for several men. She finally arrived at Mr. Martin's and knocked at the back door. He opened it right away and let her in. She followed him to the living room, and there she found four men sitting around. They were older, in their thirties and forties. One man had a massive frame, muscular to the point of bulging all over, very tanned, very handsome. He had blond hair and a blond mustache.
Another man was short, stocky, his body like a truck. Then Mr. Martin handed her a stack of cash. It looked like four, five, maybe six hundred dollars. Angie took the money and put it in her purse. She hadn't expected so much, in fact she didn't know what to expect, but she WSS delighted the men wanted to pay to see her show off for them.
They sat on the couch and on chairs. She stood in the middle of the living room, stunning in her black outfit, beautiful with her blonde hair, the double ponytails, her ripe, red lips, her red cheeks. Oh, how beautiful she was.
"Go on, Angie, show us something," Mr. Martin said.
"Want me to pull up my skirt and show you my pants?"
The men all nodded.
Angie lifted the hem of her cheerleading skirt and showed them her tight, black bloomers, muffin-hot, crunched into her crotch.
"Isn't she absolutely lovely," Mr. Martin stated. "Is there anything you'd like us to do, Ante?"
She thought how Miss Preston had Mr. Hall take off all his clothes, and so she said, "Yeah, undress, take your clothes off."
The men quickly disrobed, and their cocks were lifting to stiff hard erections. Angie stood before them holding up her cheerleading skirt, showing her tight black bloomers, swaying lightly in the hips.
Angie took particular notice of the man who looked like a wrestler. His cock was long, smooth, like a big peeled banana, and it curved upward, then rounded into a splendid prick-head.
Again the men sat down and all started masturbating. This action so excited Angie that her panties gooshed, wet at the crotch, she felt lightheaded, and a swirl of delight shredded her whole body.
She loved seeing the men play with their pricks, and she watched them, all hot, all tingly. A chubby balding man had a six-inch prick and he was hammering it hard. A tall thin man with black hair had a prick that he held between his thumb and forefinger, jerking slowly on it. She liked the way he did it, the way the man looked at her. The muscular wrestler type slowly stroked his big cock with a light, feathery touch.
Angie slowly unbuttoned her skirt, undid the zipper in the back and let it fall to the floor. She stood beautiful before the men in her vest, yellow blouse, black pants, black knee socks and tennis shoes.
Then she walked to the couch where four of the men sat. She started with the muscular man, reached down and rasped his cock, gripped it good, felt the stiff erection, then moved on to the next man, the next and the next. She was excited now, her pussy was dripping.
She was dizzy with delight, and the next thing she knew the men encircled her. They took her clothes off so she was nude except for her knee socks and tennis shoes. She had two cocks clutched in her hands. One man was on his knees in front of her slurping at her creamy cunt. Two of the men were sucking on her tits and another man was licking her asshole.
"Oh, you guys... whewwww, jeeeeez!" she sighed, weak and trembling.
Mr. Martin stood off to the side jerking wildly on his cock as the other four men pleasured Angie as she never ever thought possible, their hot tongues making her want to scream with joy. She pumped and squeezed the cocks she had in her bands, she pushed her pussy to the lapping tongue, felt the hot lap on her asshole. The two men sucking her tits nibbled her hot nipples. The girl was truly in paradise.
Then the next thing she knew, the muscular man was standing along side of her. He moved to the front, squatted down, slid his arms through her thighs and cupped her ass-cheeks. Then he simply lifted her up off the floor as though she were a doll.
He held her up, her legs hanging over the sides of his bulging arms. His cock leveled at her cunt. He started to swing her in and out until his cock punched into her cunt.
"Ah! Oh, jeez."
"Fuck her!" Mr. Martin cried.
The wrestler held her so effortlessly. She looked into his blue eyes, his handsome face. She slapped her arms around his neck and held on as he swung her in and out while his prick sliced and sawed into her pussy.
"Oh, yeah. Like this, just swinging on your prick. Oh, shit, sir."
His banana-like prick curved upward into her pussy. He had his legs set apart. He humped his ass and kept swinging her on his prick, in and out, in and out. His hands clutched her ass tightly. Another man came around behind her, knelt down, lifted up his face and slapped his tongue at her asshole.
"Ahhhhh!" Angie yelled. "Ahhhhhhh, shit!" Then the muscular man took her down to the carpet. She lay on her back. He mounted her, his cock still in her, and he began banging up and down. She wrapped her lowly legs around his humping ass.
The other man stood over her jerking on their cocks, so as she fucked she could see them masturbating, and this heightened the fine rife of ecstasy that kicked through her like a vibrating jackhammer.
Then each man took a turn mounting Angie, and she fucked them furiously, bouncing her fine ass up and down on the carpet, bumping up to their plugging, prodding, punching pricks.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She mumbled it over and over, lost in the emotion of pleasure that completely engrossed her.
She fucked five times, came all five times, then lay on the floor panting, spent, and the men stood over her and began to jerk their pricks. She got hot again, stuck a finger in her cunt, and watched them masturbate to her as she squirmed on the floor.
Suddenly they were all coming. Buckets of hot cream splashed on her. Hot goops of jizz splashed to her tummy, her face, her tits, her legs. Big hot splashes of cream spurted out of the five cocks and sprayed her until she was completely soaked with cum.
She came with them, and that's the last thing she remembered. It had all happened so fast, at least it seemed that it had happened quickly, and as she walked home that night, she recalled the whole incident more like a dream than reality. Maybe it was a dream, she thought, but if it was-it was the best dream she'd ever had.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angie was walking with her friend Darcy Swanson down the hall at school. Darcy had long brown hair, a square-cut face and wore her hair short with bangs in front. She had a cuteness with freckles and she wore brown framed glasses.
Duty was talking about how much she liked Mr. Hall, how handsome he was.
"Yeah, I think he is too," Angie said.
"I've got a real crush on him." Darcy smiled. Darcy was thin, but very compact, a little taller than Angie, smaller tits, lithe hips, but a round, fully packed ass.
"So? What would you do about that?" Angie asked.
"Oh, I try to get his attention whenever I can."
"I can show you something you might really like. I can show you Mr. Hall in all his glory."
"I can show you something that'll really tickle your cookie," Angie said. "Mr. Hall and Miss Preston get together in the biology lab all the time and fuck."
"Aw, come on."
"Well, I'll show you if you don't believe me."
"Well, she's married." "So?"
"Really? They really do it?" "I've seen 'em."
"No kiddin'."
"I was in there one day when they came in. They didn't see me, so I ducked behind the counter and watched them."
"Whew jeez! I'll bet that was exciting, huh?" "Yeah, it got me all hot." "Miss Preston is beautiful too." "And he's real good lookin'. Then when they finished, she left, and he caught me."
"Oh, no. What'd he do?"
"He did everything to me that he did to Miss Preston."
"Oh, come on!"
"Yes he did. Everything. He even made me say the things that she said like fuck and shit and stuff."
"Oh wow! You fucked with him?" "Uh-huh."
"I wanna see 'em too," Darcy said eagerly. "Okay, we'll do it. We'll have to keep a watch. I mean they may not come in and we'll waste a lot of time."
"I don't care!" Darcy smiled.
The girls spent two afternoons in the biology lab waiting for the lovers to appear, but they didn't. They amused themselves during this time with sexy stories and tickling masturbation. On the third day, as they stood at the far end of the room, hidden by the counter, Mr. Hall and Miss Preston entered the room and embraced.
Dave took her in his arms and kissed her hotly. He pulled away from the kiss and said, "You unnerve me, you excite me. I can't get within ten yards of you and my cock stands up like a bird dog that's pointing."
Anne smiled at this and reached down to unzip his fly. She took out his prick.
"Well, I can tell you this," she said, "I've held a lot of cocks in my day, but none of them have been this hard, this stiff. I mean I could pound nails with your prick, honey."
"Oh, darling," he sighed, loving the warmth of her fingers circling his thick prick-stick.
His hands went behind her and he waved them over her marvelous ass. She wore a red mini-skirt and a white blouse. She had on dark nylons and white high heels. Her supple, mature body vibrated at the feel of his surging hardness.
"It's like one of those romantic novels," she said. "I'm holding your surging maleness."
"Don't just hold it, Anne, do something with it!" he gasped.
"I like a man naked, take off your clothes," Anne said.
Dave quickly, with trembling hands, doffed his coat and tie, his slacks, his shorts, stripped off his socks and shoes, and stood naked before beautiful Anne.
"Yeah, that's the way I like to see a man, nude with a big fuckin' hard-on," Anne said, a small smile playing on her lips, her eyes glaring at Dave's iron-hard cock.
She reached out and clutched his cock in her hand, encircling the thick prick-stalk with her warm fingers. "Yeah, I like a hard cock like this!"
"Can I fuck you?" Dave panted.
"I don't know. Depends. Are you girl watching? I like a girl-watcher. Do you appreciate what a girl can do for you?"
"Oh, yes!" he agreed eagerly.
"Well, most men don't understand that women have the power, that you are nothing without us," Anne said, and she pumped her hand in and out on his monster hard-on.
"I do," he said.
"Good, that's good. You must always know where the power is, who has it."
"You do, Anne," he whined.
"You're damn right I do. Better that you know it now than later," Anne said, cupping his balls with her free hand, jiggling the big nuts on the palm of her hand.
"I'm wild about you," he wheezed.
"I know you are. All men are. I can't go anywhere without men staring at my ass," she whispered.
Angie and Darcy watched this display of human emotion and both were excited by the sexy dialogue. Angie pulled up her skirt and whispered, "I'm gonna fuck my pussy with my finger while I watch."
"Oh, sure. Me too," Darcy said.
Darcy hiked her skirt up and dipped her hand into her pink panties. She jiggled her finger in and out of her pussy. Then she whispered, "I'm gonna take my panties down and really finger myself."
"Okay, me too," Angie said.
Both girls now had their skirts up and their panties down. Angie's yellow panties were a thin line on her thighs. She plugged her pussy with her finger.
"Let's take our skirts off," Darcy whispered. "Not so loud, dammit," Angie said. "We don't wanna let 'em know we're here."
Darcy unbuttoned her skirt and it fell to the floor. Angie repeated the act, and both girls stood behind the counter watching the hot teachers, stood there in their panties and sweaters, their knee socks and saddle shoes. Both then fingered their sweet pussies as they watched Dave and Anne.
Darcy reached behind Angie and stuck a finger up her ass, started shoving it in and out of Angie's asshole!"
"Hey! Jeezzzzz, come on!" Angie whispered.
"What'cha doin'?"
"I'm cornholin' you.., do it to me, too," Darcy said, her voice soft, a whisper hush.
"Shit, shit. Okay. That's bad, Darcy, puttin' your finger up my shit-hole like that!" But Angie slid her hand behind Darcy, over the smooth curve of her tight ass, up and own the crack, then stuck a finger into Darcy's asshole.
"Ah! Yeah! My asshole." Darcy whimpered. The girls stood hidden behind the counter, both playing with their pussies while they diddled each other's asshole.
Meanwhile, Anne jerked on Dave's big prick and juggled his balls on her hand.
"So," said Anne, "you been hot for me, huh?"
"You, you, I'm always hot for you!"
"You know that a woman doesn't offer pleasure to anyone," Anne said. "You are very lucky to have me playin' with your cock like this, I hope you know that."
"Yes, I'm very lucky. I'm the world's luckiest man right now," Dave huffed.
"This is such a big cock, too. Lots of women would be turned off by a prick this size, do you not know this?" Anne said.
"Ah, but not you; right?"
"Not me. I don't care how big a prick is, just as long as it is hard for me. I don't always have to fuck a cock, I can always do other things."
The girls were diddling their sweet littie cunts, fingering each other's asshole as they watched the two teachers.
Darcy said, "Jeez, they talk dirty, don't they?"
"Yeah," Angie said, "they really get into it." Anne looked alluring, splendidly sexy in her tight red skirt. It hugged her supple hips and pulled in excitingly over and around the curve of her beautiful ass.
"I like it when you're nude like this," Anne whispered, her hand stroking his long, rigid prick-stalk, feeling the incredible hardness, the banana-smoothness. The bulging plum-red cock-head spit a gob of cum in her honor.
"Oooooh it's squirtin'!" Anne murmured, looking down at the big hard cock.
"For you, honey! I haven't had a hard-on like this since I was a teenager."
Anne's hand squeezed tightly on the stalk. She pushed in and out with a slow over handed stroke, pushing and pulling the skin so the head enlarged with each slide.
"May I pull your skirt up?" Dave asked. "Wanna see my pink panties, don't' cha?" "Yes, yes," he mumbled.
"Okay."
He ruffled her skirt up the sides, got it up on her hips, up over a sweet pair of pink panties that were pussy-packed at the crotch, shaded brown and pushing out.
He held the skirt up, and Anne pulled his prick to her panties, rubbed the squishing head on her smooth thighs, then mashed it into the crotch of her panties, rubbed it against the thin nylon, massaged the quivering erection against her muffin pussy.
"Wow!" Darcy whispered to Angie. "Hey, jeez, don't stick your finger so far up my ass, huh?" Angie murmured.
"I'm sorry. Jeez, they make me so hot doin' all that stuff!"
"Yeah," Angie replied.
"God, look at his prick," Darcy said. "Shit, it's big and long, huh?"
"Real good and big," Angie agreed.
"You bend over a little more and I'll get behind you and rub my pussy on your ass," Darcy said.
"Jeez, Darcy, you're really freaky," Angie said.
"Well, wanna?"
"Not so damn loud. Okay, get behind me then."
Darcy got behind Angie, held her skirt up and mashed her cunt to Angie's fine ass and started grinding against the cheeks. It was a strange feeling to Angie to have a cunt pushed up to her ass like that, but she really kind of liked it. Anything to do with sex excited her.
Angie plugged her pussy as she watched the two teachers playing with each other, watched the way Anne manipulated Dave's huge cock, pushed it into her panties, jacked on the stalk as she did so.
"I bet he's creamin' all over her panties. Look, see him squirt!" Darcy whispered.
"Yeah, creamin' her pants," Angie said, bent over, wiggling her ass back against Darcy's sopping pussy.
Anne gripped underhanded on Dave's prick stick now, and she continued rubbing it all over the soft crotch of her sweet pink panties.
"Oh, that feels so good!" Dave muttered. "You're squirtin' on my panties, too," Anne said.
Then she dunked her hand down into her pink undies. Her knuckles bucked out on the nob of Dave's prick, rubbing nylon delight on his creamy cock-top. She slicked a finger into her cunt, swished it around, then brought it out dripping with cunt-juice.
"Wanna taste?" she cooed, offering the gooey finger up to his mouth.
He mumbled, sucking her finger into his mouth. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, tastes good!"
"I wonder if it tastes as good as my asshole?" Anne teased.
"Oh, oh, baby!" Dave cried, humping his cock into the crotch of her panties, slicking it in and out of her hand.
"I think you oughta taste my asshole, see which one you want, see if you wanna lick my ass or my pussy, cause I'm not gonna let you eat both."
Darcy squished her pussy into Angie's ass and whispered, "Gee, wow, she's dirty. God, that's our teacher, Angie!"
"Shut up, damnit, just listen to them and. shut up!" Angie retorted.
"I wanna taste your ass, Anne," Dave said.
"Okay," she said, and let go of his drooling cock. She turned around and held her skirt up high. She had her legs set apart. She bent over and offered her ass to him.
He dropped to his knees and peeled her panties down over the smooth curve of her ass. He cupped her wonderful ass-cheeks, spread them and sent his greedy tongue wagging up and down the crack.
Darcy humped her pussy on Angie's ass.
"Oh, my God, look at that," Darcy huffed. "He's lickin' her ass."
"I can see, damnit," Angie said.
"I'd lick your ass if you'd lick mine," Darcy whispered.
"Will you just shut the fuck up and watch this?" Angie said.
"I'm so hot!" Darcy cried, then she knelt down, diddled her finger into her pussy and began licking her tongue in against Angie's asshole. Darcy's tongue was like a feather as it tickled at Angie's asshole.
Meanwhile, Dave was chomping, chewing, biting, and tonguing at Anne's whole. She wiggled back to Mm, her ass in a lewd roll and said, "Well, what'll it be? My pussy or my ass?"
"Can't I eat both?" Dave cried.
"No!"
"Please!"
"I said no, damnit!"
"Oh, please, let me do both." "If you pay me, you can."
"Yes, yes, anything!" the handsome teacher sobbed.
He crawled round in front of Anne and tugged at her panties, got them on her knees, then muffed his face into her thick patch of cunt-hair, licked on her cunt, opened his mouth and sucked like .a vacuum.
"Yeah, baby, suck my cunt," Anne whispered. "Suck my pussy. Taste good?"
Darcy popped up from licking Angie's ass. "What're they doin' now?"
"He's suckin' her cunt," Angie replied.
"Oooooh, look at that," Darcy said, standing behind Angie, her finger in her pussy.
Then Dave got up and said, "Let's fuck!" "Okay, let's fuck" Anne answered.
They took it down to the floor, Anne lying back with her red skirt up, her legs cocked at the knees, her body supine and supple.
Dave took her panties down and off, then mounted. Her hand reached up and clutched his wobbling prick. She pulled him to her, plugged the thick hard-on into her pussy.
"Ah, oh yeah!" Dave panted.
"You're in there!" Anne said. "Now fuck me!"
He humped body. He pumped furiously on top of her, his cock plunging in and out in a punching, jabbing fuck-stroke. His ass went up high, then slammed down. His balls whacked her ass, and Angie and Darcy could hear the delicious crack way over on the other aide of the room.
"Pump me some cock, big daddy!" Anne cried.
His balls slapped and smacked her ass. His cock rammed in and out in short, jerky jabs. She had her legs spread wide, up at the knees, her feet on the floor. She raised her hips off the wooden hardness and screwed her ass up to his drilling cock.
Darcy, trembling all over, squeaked, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Go on then, I am, too," Angie whispered. "Jeez that looks good, them fuckin' like that, Angie. Look at the way he goes."
"I know."
"Ohhhhh, here it cums! Oh, jeez!" Darcy Angie flubbed her cunt with her finger and the sweet, satisfaction spread through her body as she shuddered and stiffened with her climax.
Anne fucked wildly off the floor at Dave's pumping body, his plunging prick.
"Okay, honey, take me home!" she called. "Take me home. . . ribbon me off! Make me, cum... oh big daddy!"
Dave fucked faster. His cock surged and tossed his big, thick load in Anne's cunt. She felt the rush of the cream, the hot explosion, and she closed her eyes, letting his steamy goo fill her cunt as she shook violently with an orgasmic shiver.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Mr. Hall had fucked Miss Preston, she left, and he walked to the door with her, kissed her goodbye, and rubbed at her pussy up tinder her skirt
"You better get your clothes on and get back to your office," she said, and left the lab.
Mr. Hall walked back to the middle of the lab and said, "Okay, Angie, you can come out now."
Angie dropped her skirt, pulled her yellow panties back up, and whispered to Darcy, "Come on, he knew we were here."
Darcy wiggled her pink panties back around her sweet, thin hips, and she straightened her skirt. The girls walked out from behind the high counter.
"Oh, my," Mr. Hall said. "Two of you, huh? I'm surprised to see you here, Darcy."
"She came with me to watch, sir," Angie said.
"Well, did you like what you saw? Did it make you hot?" he asked.
"Yeah." Angie replied.
Mr. Hall, his cock dropping down to a fat, creamy thickness, stood in front of them, his lean, muscular body rippling. Darcy's eyes were wide. She was so cute with her freckles, her brown-framed glasses, her pretty face, her body.
"Did you get hot, Darcy?" he asked.
"Uh-huh."
"Come here."
"Huh?"
He took her by the hand and pulled her sweet, beautiful body to his naked muscles. He kissed her, stuck his tongue in her mouth, fanned his hands on her ass, and his prick thumped back to a rigid hard-on that stuck out into Darcy's gray skirt.
Mr. Hall pulled her skirt up.
"I'm gonna fuck your panties like I did Anne's," he whispered. "You take my prick and rub it on your panties, Darcy."
"Oh, oh, oh. Jeez, ah. . ." Darcy said.
He took her hand and placed it on his humping cock.
"Rub it on your panties," he instructed.
Darcy got an over handed grip on the thick cock, then manipulated the prick-tip against her pink panties, and she liked the hard ball-like knob flubbing on her cunt. He bent his legs at the knees and humped in and out to her.
"Now you stick your finger down in your panties, stick it in your pussy, Darcy, and then let me taste," Mr. Hall said.
"Okay, okay," she huffed, sticking her hand into her panties, sticking a ringer into her sopping pussy, then bringing it all out, gooey and slick. Mr. Hall sucked her finger into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," he mumbled, taking the finger out, "that's a sweet, delicious-tasting pussy, Darcy."
"Ah, ohhhh." she muttered.
"Lemme stick my hand in your panties, Darcy, and get some more of that good stuff," Mr. Hall said, dunking deep into her pink undies.
No man had ever been in the girl's pants before, nor had she felt the slide of another's finger in her cunt, so when Mr. Hall fish hooked his finger into her dripping pussy, it wag as if she'd been plugged into a jolt of electricity. She trembled wildly. Mr. Hall sliced his finger in and out of her cunt, giving the darling lass a good hot finger-fucking.
His cock-tip rubbed against the knuckled panties. He leaned down and kissed Darcy's precious, quivering lips, stuck his tongue into her mouth and fucked it around in rhythm with his slicking finger.
When they broke the kiss, Darcy gasped, moaned softly, and shuddered.
"I'm cummin'!" she cried.
"Good," Mr. Hall whispered, "good, come on, cum then!"
Angie stood by watching the hot action. Mr. Hall beckoned her over closer. "Pull your skirt up!"
Angie lifted the hem of her skirt and showed him her tight yellow panties. She looked so cute standing there with her raised skirt, her cunt-packed yellow panties, her blue knee socks, and blue and white saddle shoes, her tit-filled blue sweater.
Mr. Hall kept plugging his finger at Darcy's pussy. The darling's glasses had slipped down on her nose, and she gracefully reached up and pushed them back into place, heaving one more sigh of pleasure from her cum.
"Lemme taste your pussy, too, Angie," Mr. Hall said.
"I don't think I should let you taste it," Angie teased, playing Miss Preston's game with him.
"Oh, darling, but I wanna," he sighed, shoving his finger in and out of Darcy's cunt, knuckling out her panties, while the girl clutched his cock tightly.
"Well, what are you gonna give me?" Angie asked.
"Anything your heart desires, darling." "I want twenty dollars."
"Okay," he said.
She dipped a hand in her pants, stuck her finger in her juicy cunt, withdrew it and offered it to Mr. Hall who sucked and licked the good goop off.
"Mmmm, both you girls have real scrumptious pussies," he whispered hotly.
Mr. Hall reached down and stuck his tongue in Darcy's mouth as he worked her panties down. He bent at the knees, got the pink pants on her thighs just above the knees. He whirled Darcy around, then fell to his knees and slicked his tongue up and down the crack of her ass.
"Ah!" she shouted. "Oh, gee whiz, Angie, he's lickin' my ass."
"I can see what he's doin'," Angie said. "He's a nasty, naughty guy, isn't he?"
Darcy was so hot, so excited. She had no idea sex could be so wonderful, so thrilling. Mr. Hall's slobbering tongue slithered up and down the crack of her hot ass, and it was like a feather back there diddling, tickling her to towers of pleasure.
"Ahhh! Oh, jeez! Whew!" she babbled. She held her gray skirt up with her hands, offered her tight, round ass to the gobbling teacher.
He finally sent his tongue swirling at her asshole.
"He did that to me, too," Angie said, "he licked my asshole, too the last time."
Mr. Hall clutched the round cheeks of the ass, spread them and wobbled his wild tongue on Darcy's tight rim. Angie watched in excited fascination at the way his face mashed into Darcy's ass, how his cock throbbed and spurted gobs of cum. The thick splats of goo splashed on Darcy's knee socks.
"Here, I'll finger you while he does that," Angie said, and slicked her finger into Darcy's pussy.
Now she was completely gone. She knew she was going to faint from ecstasy. She started to cum. Her body shivered as though she'd just come in from a freezing day. She continued to quake, then she shuddered violently.
"I'm cummin', I'm feelin' it!" she cried. "Oh, Gawd!"
Angie fucked her finger into Darcy's pussy. Mr. Hall screwed his tongue on her asshole. The darling, freckle-faced lass, the beautiful teen quivered through a fabulous climax.
"Oh, I feel so good! So damn good!" she yelped. "Oh, shit! He's biting my ass, Angie!"
"I know he is. He's good at it, isn't he?" "Oh, yes. He's real good at lickin' my . . . ahhhhh, shit! I'm cummin' again!"
Ripples of delight, one ribbon of satisfaction after another raced through Darcy's body, making her feel new heights of pleasure, a new plateau of incredible satisfaction. And she knew at that moment that she would always love sex, would always see it as the only expression of true love.
Mr. Hall finally got up. His horse-prick wobbled from side to side. His nuts hung low. He faced the two beautiful girls. "I wanna fuck!"
He took his cock in his hand and guided it to Deity's pussy. He plunged the big cock-head into the lips of her pussy. The slit opened, then sucked on the throbbing plum-like cock-top.
"Ah, shit! You got your cock in me!" she cried.
"Quite true, and I'm gonna fuck you, Darcy. How would you like that, would you like to fuck?"
Angie stuck her finger up Mr. Hall's ass.
"Whoof! Jeez, Angie, you gonna fuck my ass?"
"Yeah, while you fuck Darcy's cunt."
"Ah, oh, he's got his big prick in me, Angel" Darcy panted, her voice quivering, trembling, hot with passion. She tucked her cute chin in and looked down and watched the slick, sluicing cock punching in and out of her tight pussy.
The erotic threesome looked good. Mr. Hall was bent at the knees, humping his prick in and out of Darcy's cunt. She stood holding her skirt up, her panties a tight stretch of pink on her knees, her legs tapered into her knee socks. Angie stood off to the side, watching, and curling one arm behind Mr. Hall so she could fingerfuck his asshole.
"I'm cummin' again!" Darcy yelped. "Oh! Oh!"
Mr. Hall reached out with one hand and stuck his finger in Angie's ass. She shoved her own finger in her cunt and started fucking herself.
Darcy shuddered and gulped through a vibrating climax. Then Mr. Hall took his cock out of her pussy and began jerking on the huge erection.
"Look, he's masturbatin', Darcy," Angie said.
Mr. Hall pumped furiously until his prick exploded and pasted a big load of cum all over
Darcy's belly, her pussy, her gray skirt. "Gee!" Darcy huffed. "He's shootin' off all over me. It's hot!"
"Hot cream," Angie murmured.
"Ah, girls, girls, girls! So wonderful, both of you!" Mr. Hall muttered.
His prick spewed a thick hot load that seemed as though it would never stop. Once it did stop, then his cock pulsed, bulged, and began showering more cream at Darcy.
The freckle-faced darling stood in wide-eyed amazement watching the torrent of juice pour from the big mule-cock. "Oh, my," she whispered. "Oh, my!"
When he finished coming, he dropped again to his knees and pushed his face into Darcy's cunt. He began lapping his long, wild, wet tongue over the fuzzy curls. He slicked up and down her cunt-slit, then sucked the whole pussy into his mouth and nibbled.
"He's chewin' my pussy, Angie!" Darcy exclaimed, looking down, watching.
"Howls it feel?"
"Oh, good, good. Real good," Darcy sighed softly, tossing her head back, closing her eyes, holding her skirt up, and pushing her hips outward, grinding her muffin pussy at Mr. Hall's greedy mouth.
CHAPTER NINE
Sweet Angie was in her cheerleading uniform, the tiny black pleated skirt, the black knee socks, the vest of black over a bright yellow blouse. Her blonde hair was in double ponytails, her lips glossed shiny with a pink lipstick. Her cheeks were rouged with a wine-red blush.
She had just finished cheerleading for a Friday evening game. It was a warm fall night. She had noticed up in the bleachers a man who was taking pictures of her everytime she was on the field. She had exaggerated many of her moves, especially the bumping and grinding the girls did, the wonderful swing and sway of their hips, the bending over with their backs to the stands. She made sure her skirt rippled up over her bloomers, which on this night were bright, white.
Angie had enjoyed showing off for the older man, and she guessed he must have taken a hundred pictures of her. It seemed that his flash unit was sparkling all night.
She was walking through the parking lot between the field and the school. Suddenly the man appeared, getting quickly out of his car.
She figured him to be near forty. He was nattily dressed in gray slacks, blue sweater, and a pair of expensive doeskin loafers. He had blond hair and wore glasses.
"Hello," he said cheerfully. "Hi," Angie responded.
"I thought you were very good out there tonight. I took some pictures of you."
"I saw you."
"You're beautiful," he said. "What's your name?"
"Angie Peterson."
He stuck out his hand and shook hers, squeezed warmly. "I'm Steve Canton. Could I give you a ride?"
"No, I'm just goin' over to the school to meet some of the girls."
"I'd sure like to take some more pictures of you, some more close-ups."
"I don't think I'd better. Not here in the lot," she said.
"I'd give you a hundred dollars for some more pictures," he said.
"Huh. . . just for some pictures?" "Yes."
"Well, jeez, ah... there's, maybe we could do it over there. In one of the classrooms."
"Oh, yes. That would be fine."
"Well, you'd kinda have to sneak in, then right off the side door, in the hall on the right is a classroom. I could meet you there."
They agreed to this plan, and Angie went off to the school house. She went to the girl's room, fixed her hair, put on fresh pink lip-gloss, and told the girls she'd meet them at the Pizza Heaven.
Then she sneaked up to the classroom, walked in and found the man waiting for her. He handed her five twenty-dollar bills. She put them in her purse.
He took his camera and focused on her and took a picture. Angie leaned against the teacher's desk. The man flashed several close-ups of her. Then he said, "I'd like to see you holding your skirt up."
"Well . . . okay," Angie said. "Just once."
She lifted the hem of her black skirt and revealed her gorgeous white bloomers that were tight like cellophane on her hips and all scrunched in at her crotch.. The man took a picture.
She dropped her skirt.
"I'll give you another hundred dollars for some more photos like that," he said.
"Jeez. . . well, sure. I guess so," Angie said. He pulled out two fifties and handed them to her. Angie added those to the hundred in her purse and stood in the middle of the classroom, near the teacher's desk and raised her skirt. She set her legs apart, held the pleats high on her hips and let the man take some pictures.
"Turn around, will you?" he said.
She did this, turned and showed him her exquisite ass. Angie looked over her shoulder and saw a huge bulge in Mr. Canton's slacks, an enormous bend, the likes of which she'd never seen before. His cock curled out against the slacks all the way down his leg.
Angie let him take pictures of her ass, the tight white bloomers that cut high on her cheeks, leaving a sweet strip of her ass exposed. She reached down and pulled on them, tightened them even higher on her cheeks.
He instructed her to turn around, and she did so, still holding her raised skirt for him. She looked so gorgeous, so stunning and alluring. She could see his prick throbbing against his pantleg. Then she saw a creamy dark spot emerge on his thigh, and she saw him tremble, and she knew he was squirting cream. This thrilled her.
"Want me to sit down at a desk and take some pictures of me?" she asked.
He nodded quickly, loaded his camera, and Angie sat down sexily at a school desk, slid down on the edge and set her legs wide apart, giving him a good shot at the crotch of her panties.
"Would you take your bloomers down for me, Angie?" Mr. Canton said.
"Gee, I dunno, sir," she whispered.
"I have some mare money, would you do it for another hundred dollars?"
"Well, I guess it would be okay," she said, and lifted her fine ass off the desk, then peeled her pants down around her knees, showing the trembling man her sweet, blonde pussy.
She gave him sexy looks, her mouth open, her eyes sparkling, her legs apart. Her pussy spritzed, and she got real hot seeing the spreading spot of cum on his pantleg. He stood over her, taking close-ups.
Angie reached up and said, "You're all wet right there, sir."
She touched the leg of his pant, felt the sticky spot, the stalk of his hard cock.
"It's hard, it's squirtin' all over in there for you, Angie," Mr. Canton said, unzipping his fly, putting his camera on the desk. He let his pants down, took his shorts down, and his prick popped up.
"Holy cow!" Angie gasped, her eyes wide at the length of his massive prick. It stood out wobbling, throbbing, at least a full fourteen inches. "Jeez, sir. It's . . . it's . . . big!"
She reached up and underhanded the big cock, lifted it up, then wrapped her fingers around the thick prick-stalk.
"You wanted me to touch it, didn't you? I mean, that's what you really want, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes?" he cried. "Yes, yes!"
"Jeez, it's so big, sir!"
Angie cooed, her hand moving in and out on the thick prick-stick, feeling the throb and pulse of passion against her hand.
Then she craned forward on the chair and planted a sweet kiss on the bubbling head, licked at the sticky cum seeping from the big, bulbous cock-tip.
Angie couldn't believe the monster cock he had. She wrapped both hands on the stalk and continued kissing the spurting prick-tip, gulping on the creamy gobs that spewed out into her sweet, pink mouth.
Then she backed off and stared at his prick. "I've never seen anything like this," she said.
"Oh, you doll," Mr. Canton mumbled. "I've never been this hot either."
"How come you picked me out?" Angie asked, still looking at the huge cock, still squeezing on the stalk.
"Because you're so beautiful, so sexy. I mean, oh... shill You've got everything, Angie!"
"Please, sir, thank you," Angie whispered. "Should we masturbate?"
"Anything, anything with you!"
She stood up and unbuttoned her skirt in the back. It fell to the floor. She then turned around, wiggled so her panties dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them.
"You can stick your prick between my legs, sir." she said.
He caressed his hands over the slick, chubby cheeks of her ass, humped down I and pushed his mule-cock through her thighs.
Angie grabbed the stalk on the other side, slid down so that it throbbed against her crotch. She grabbed the prick-stick with both hands, and pulled upward so it rubbed on her pussy.
"This is wonderful," Mr. Canton whispered in Angie's sweet ear, licking his tongue in and around, sending a whooshing vibration down the side of her body as she jerked his prick in a beautiful two-handed pump.
She did a nice grind with her hips and ass, fucking her crotch down onto and into the stiff, long prick-stalk. Her cunt-slit open and sucking against the thick cock. She knew she was going to cum, but decided not to tell Mr. Canton, because she didn't want him to. She wanted to work out as long as she could with his big cock. A simmer singed through her.
But he knew she was cumming. He could feel her tremble all over.
"Go ahead," he said, feeling love for her. "Go on, cum! I can hold off as long as you want me to!"
"Oh, sir!" she gasped.
He reached around and cupped her tits, squeezed gently on them as Angie tingled all over with the ecstasy of her climax. She continued pushing and pulling on his monster cock. Then, the door banged open and Darcy walked in.
"I thought I saw you come up ... holy shit!" she cried, seeing what was going on, seeing the huge cock. "Jeez, should I leave?"
Mr. Canton saw the darling girl, her sweet, freckled face, her glasses, her hot, thin body in her cheerleading uniform.
"Come on in," Angie said.
Darcy walked over to them. "Jeez. . where..."
"This is Mr. Canton, Darcy," Angie said.
"He's got the biggest boner in the whole world."
"Boy, I can see that!" Darcy exclaimed admiringly.
"It's so long, you can get some," Angie said.
"Just come over here."
Darcy faced Angie and the big cock. She raised her cheerleading skirt, the black pleats high on her hips, took her pants down, and started grinding her cunt against the tip of Mr. Canton's stiff erection.
"She'll cum in a few seconds," Angie said. "She gets so hot."
Mr. Canton peered over Angie's shoulder into Darcy's darling face. The stunning lass manipulated her cunt on the tip of his prick, caught her clit, and started shuddering.
"Ah, oh, here I cum!" she yelped. "Oh, help!"
Angie pumped the cock wildly at Darcy's pussy, still grinding down on the stalk, still rubbing her pussy on it, still radiating from her own climax.
"I'm fuckin' this prick!" Darcy panted. "I'm pumpin' it to your pussy," Angie said. "Oh, girls, girls!" Mr. Canton murmured, so taken by their heated passion he thought had never again be able to enjoy sex with anyone else but these two.
Then Angie said, "I wanna fuck your boner."
Darcy backed away. Angie turned around. Mr. Canton was still bent at the knees. She clutched his prick and rubbed it all over her creaming cunt. She inserted the big bulbous head into her pussy. He began pumping slowly. Darcy dropped to her knees between them. Mr. Canton was able to get four inches of his big, fat cock into Angie's cock. Darcy tickled her fingers along the stalk and licked her tongue over the slick prick as it sliced in and out of Angie.
"Wow, that feels good!" Angie said.
"I'm fuckin' you, darling," Mr. Canton murmured.
"And I'm lickin' his cock, too," Darcy said, looking up at the man.
Angie started to cum. She shuddered with the big cock in her pussy. She felt wonderful. The tingle of satisfaction spread through her like a fire..
Then Mr. Canton pulled his cock out of Angie's pussy, grabbed the stalk, pumped wildly at Darcy's face. The big squirty prick-tip slapped against her mouth, her lips, her nose, cheeks, her forehead.
He came.
A gusher of thick, hot, steaming cream splashed onto the girl's face, smeared her glasses, soaked her brown bangs, splattered onto her chin and mouth.
"He's gooshin' all over my face!" Darcy gulped, her mouth hanging open, licking at the big, red cock-head.
Mr. Canton had a huge load to unleash, and he let it spray at Darcy's darling face. Her glasses were coated with a thick film of cream that dripped from the frames down onto her cheeks. Big chunks of white goop clung to her bangs. She was drenched.
He pumped furiously. "Ah, ah, ohhhh, girls!"
His big prick slapped at Darcy's face as he unloaded his cum, loops of cream spurted at the beautiful teenager. She lapped at the cocktip, making a gurgling sound as she damn near choked on the wad he spilled into her sweet, mouth.
"Oh, Gawd!" Darcy cried. "I never seen anything like this. Look at that boner shoot."
"Suck it up, Darcy" Angie whispered, watching with great amazement at the eruption of cream that sluiced onto Darcy's face.
"I can't see," Darcy said. "My glasses are all creamed."
Mr. Canton finally slowed his stroke, finally relaxed from the stiff, humping position. His cock pulsed, throbbed, and a big string of cum hung from the prick-tip.
"I wanna see you beat off again, sir," Angie said.
"You do?"
"Me, too," added Darcy.
"You wanna see me jerk-off?" Mr. Canton said.
"Yeah, we like to see that, don't we, Darcy?" "Oh, Gawd yes, it's the best, sir. We like to watch a guy jack!"
"We'll jack you a little first, get it all back on a big hard and stuff, then you pump it off again, okay?" Angie asked.
"Yes, yes!" he cried.
The girls got on their knees before the giant cock. Angie cupped his big baseball-sized nuts, got a good bobble going with them. Then both girls, clutched, grabbed at the big cock. Four hands pumping the man up into a big juicy hard-on, their hands slicking easily on the cumsoaked prick.
"Ah, girls, you do that so well," he said.
"We like to jerk cocks," Darcy said. "Don't we, Angie?"
"Yeah we do!"
"Oh, ohhhh, this is wonderful, fabulous, girls!" he called.
"Now you do it," Angie said. "And we'll take off our cheerleading uniforms, we'll strip down for you so you can really jack-off to us."
"Yeah, we'll strip down," Darcy said. The girls stood in front of him as Mr. Canton fell into a school desk; sat there hammering his Cock. Darcy let her skirt drop to the floor, took her pants off, then unbuttoned her vest and took off her blouse. She stood nude except for her black knee socks and her tennies. Angie did the same. Then they swayed lewdly in front of him, rubbing their cunts as they watched him pump his prick.
"Gawd, that looks good," Darcy said. "Looka him beat his meat, Angie."
"Yeah, he's really fuckin' his fist. Go on fuck your fist, sir. That's what we like to see. Fuck your fist real fast. Go like a tiger, sir!"
"Oooooooh, yeah! Fast, sir!" Darcy chimed in.
"Mmmmmmm, wow!" Angie said, standing over Mr. Canton, looking down at his jacking action.
"He's really givin' himself a good hand-job," Darcy said. "Gawd, I just love seein' a man do that!"
"Me, too... I want 'em all to jack off to me. Come on, jerk that cock, faster now... now slow it down for us. Yeah, real slow...don't cum yet...that's good.. Whew, looks real good," Angie babbled.
"Now faster!" Darcy instructed. "Now we wanna see you really fuck it!"
"Yeah, go fast!" said Angie. "Oh, yeah. . . like that! Faster, and faster, and faster, and faster. . now cum, sir! Cum! Shoot off for us!"
"Yeah, shoot off to us!" Darcy whimpered, fucking her pussy with her finger.
It wasn't difficult for Mr.. Canton to cum on cue when they asked. His cock erupted.
"Phewwwwwww!" cried Angie. "Look at that stuff shoot out!"
His prick poured out his load. He hammered hotly, faster, faster, his hand a fucking blur. The girls fingered as they watched the beautiful action.
Then they came with him.
CHAPTER TEN
Angie was in the school cafeteria having a soda. A young man who had had his eyes on her for weeks strolled up and sat down. He was a blond, shaggy hair, a handsome young face. He was near six-feet tall and lean.
"I'm Wayne," he said.
"Hi," Angie responded.
They chatted for a while. Angie knew Wayne of course. He was on the football team. All the girls were crazy about him. He was quite direct for his age and came right out and said, "I would really like to date you, get with you."
"You would, huh?"
"Yeah."
She looked into his handsome face, his sparkling blue eyes. "And do what?"
"Anything!" He smiled.
She smiled back knowingly. Mr. Hall had told her he was meeting Miss Preston in the biology lab that afternoon. She suddenly thought maybe Wayne might like watching, too.
"Well, in just a few minutes there's something happening in the biology lab I know about. Mr. Hall and Miss Preston get together in there a lot."
"Yeah?" he said, perking up. "What do they do?"
"Play around and stuff."
"Jeez, no kiddin'," Wayne exclaimed.
"Yeah. I caught 'em in there and I know they're gonna be back this afternoon. Wanna go watch 'em?"
"Sure."
They left the cafeteria and walked to the lab. They positioned themselves behind the high counter so they could peek out. Wayne put his hands on Angie's hips, leaned in, and kissed her. It was a sweet kiss. She felt him press into her, felt the rise of his prick against her. She pushed into him, rubbed against it lightly.
He slid his hand between them and rubbed at her pussy through her gray skirt. She did the same, sticking her hand down between his legs on his jeans and clutched at his hard-on.
He lifted her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her yellow panties. Angie unbuttoned his fly, took Wayne's prick out and held it. It was a nice hard six inches. She squeezed on the stalk.
Just then Mr. Hall and Miss Preston walked in.
"Shhhh," Angie whispered. "We have to be quiet so we can watch 'em, okay?"
"Okay," Wayne said, his hand flipping out behind her, feeling her marvelous ass.
Dave and Anne slipped into the empty room. He took her in his arms and kissed her, his tongue licking over her delicious red lips. His hands fanned out behind her and plunged into the incredible luxury of her fine ass.
She kissed him back and pressed her gorgeous body against him. His prick was like a iron bar. She felt it throb wildly against her.
His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them gently, his fingers pinching into the pliant softness, rolling over the outside of her tight, black skirt.
"Oh, Anne!" he gasped, breaking their kiss. "I love you so damn much, honey."
He brought his hand around in front of her and sent it down between them and rubbed her pussy through the skirt.
Anne reached down and clutched, his hard cock, felt the rigid stalk, the pulsing of the long stalk, the bulging of the big head.
Dave raised her skirt, got it up on her hips, up over her sweet, pussy-packed pink panties, her black garter-belt that was gartered to her dark nylons. His fingers tapped on her creamy thighs above the nylons, then he stuck his hand between her legs and caressed the softness of her cunt through the pink nylon.
Anne unzipped his fly, reached inside and pulled out his squirting prick. It felt hot in her tight grip. She pushed her hand in and out on the bristling stalk, looked down and saw the plum-red head all gooey, glistening with cream for her.
Dave dunked his hand into Anne's pink panties. His hand slid through the rich, thick carpet of lush cunt-curls, and hooked a finger into her spritzing pussy.
"I love bein' in your panties, Anne," he whispered.
"I love you bein' in there, too," she replied. He fingered her slowly, sucking his finger in and out of her wet, sluicing cunt. His cock bulged in her hand, throbbed against her tight grip, and spewed a thick gob of cum that splattered just above the top of her nylon on one leg. The creamy offering then dribbled slowly down and crested upon the spot where her garter hooked into the nylon.
"My, my!" Anne cooed, looking down, seeing his cock all wet and shiny, seeing his spurt of cream drooling on her thigh. "You're squirtin' on my leg."
"I'm so hot for you, Anne!" He gulped, still spiking his finger in and out of her pussy. "And I love finger-fucking you like this."
"Well, finger me then," she whispered. "And you jerk on my cock, okay?"
"Yeah," she said.
"You like my prick, Anne?"
"I love your cock, big daddy," she purred, and her hand jerked lovingly on his huge hard-on, pushing in, then pulling out on the stiff prick-stick.
"Oh, I like that, honey," he said, his voice trembling with passion. "I like you jerkin' my cock like that."
Angie and Wayne were getting real hot watching the two teachers. Wayne kept caressing Angie's ass, his hand up under her skirt, skimming lightly over her panties, over the curve of her ass.
"Take my panties down, Wayne," Angie said, lifting her skirt. "Get behind me and pull 'em down"
Wayne stood directly behind her. Angie pulled her skirt up around her waist and bent over. She put her hands on her knees. The skirt layered in pleats up on her back, on her sweater.
Wayne took her pants down.
He eyed her sweet, beautiful MS. He reached out and cupped the cheeks.
"Take your prick out, Wayne," Angie whispered. "Put it through my legs."
Wayne dropped his jeans. He pressed into her ass, sliced his cock between her legs.
Angie was waiting for it with an open hand. She grabbed the thumping cock and inserted it in her cunt.
"Not so loud, Wayne. Just fuck me and let's watch 'em do that stuff they're doin'."
"Yeah, watch 'em," Wayne said, humping his cock into Angie's sweet pussy.
"You like this, Wayne?" she asked.
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
Meanwhile across the room Anne and Dave were hot at it.
"Do you still jack-off to me?" Anne asked. "Of course I do, at least twice a day," Dave panted, his finger fucking faster in her pussy, his knuckles bulging out the crotch of her pink panties.
"Good. That's good," Anne said.
"I like to look at your pictures and fuck my fist, honey, I did it just last night."
"Yeah? What pictures did you look at?" Anne asked.
She had a grip on his prick. Her hand jerked in and out, picking up speed with the rhythm of his flicking finger. His cock spat another goop of cream that splashed up on Anne's forearm.
"I looked at some pictures of you in a short red skirt, and you were sitting with it up, you were slid down on the edge of a chair and you had on pink panties and a white garter-belt, and your blouse was open and you had your lovely tits setting up over the top of your bra." "You like that, huh?"
"Yeah, and in another picture you had your legs up on the edge of the chair, they were spread real open, and you had your arm curled under one leg and your hand sliding into the leg, inside your panties, and your finger was in there... Gawd that looked good."
"Mmmmm, made you hot, huh?"
"You're damn right!"
By now Anne was jerking wildly on Dave's cock and his finger was rubbing her sweet cunt with precision timing.
"It's so wet and hot and nice in your panties, Anne," he said.
"Good!"
They looked good, too. Anne was beautiful. Her skirt was all ruffled up on her hips. Dave Was deep in her panties, his hand dancing a hot jig. His other hand had crept inside her pants in back and he feather-tickled a finger up and down the crack of her ass, then fucked it up her ass lightly.
His cock continued to spurt and spew as Anne did a sweet hand-job on the thick, pulsing prick stalk. Her fingers were all creamy now, and her hand glided easily on the slick prick.
Dave peeled her panties down into a thin pink line above her knees. He bent at the knees so he was Anne's height, so his big prick leveled flush against her pussy. Anne pulled on the bulging cock and inserted the hard-on into the gooey sweetness of her sucking pussy.
Dave began humping slowly, his big balls swinging low between his legs, his big, long cock sawing in and out of Anne's cunt. He reached behind her and clutched her fine ass. Anne unbuckled his jeans. He wore no shorts. The jeans fell to his knees. She reached down and felt the slick slide of his prick going in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, honey," Dave whimpered. "We're fuckin' again!"
"Damn right we are."
"Oh, baby . . . we're really fuckin' good." "Come on, fuck my pussy, big daddy! Plug me!" Anne huffed, grinding her hips, fucking back to the slick slide of his huge cock.
Over behind the counter, Angie whispered "Come on, fuck my pussy, Wayne!"
He humped to her, and Angie, with her on her knees, swirled her ass back at him, making the teen delirious with delight.
He reached around under her and cupped her tits. He was humped over her now, kind of like they were dog fucking. She worked her ass back at him.
"You got my panties down and you're fuckin' me, Wayne," she whispered.
"It's so good!" he panted.
"Look at those two. They're really fuckin' too, Wayne," Angie said.
He was watching, looking aver her shoulder as he hammered his lead-liked hard-on in and out of her cunt. Angie felt him bulge in her pussy. Then he squirted his load.
"Ah, Angie!" he murmured.
"Not so loud, damnit!"
"I'm cummin'!" he whispered.
"I know, I can feel you creamin' in my pussy. Go ahead, but don't stop fuckin' me!"
His cock stayed hard and he continued to pour out his cum in her cunt, kept fucking her even after he stopped squirting. Angie caught the crest of his orgasm and had two of her own as she whirled her pussy back to him.
Across the room Anne and Dave were fucking too.
"Gawd, baby, I love fuckin' you!" he whispered.
Anne hooked her arms around his neck. She kissed him. A hot, spitty, French kiss. They kissed and fucked. His prick plunged in and out of her cunt, making a sweet slurping noise as though someone might be chewing gum, a gooey clicking noise that sounded beautiful as it filled the room.
They broke the kiss, both panting and gasping.
"Fuck me!" Anne said hotly. "Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, big daddy!"
"I'm never going to stop fucking you, Anne."
"You better not," she huffed, tucking in her chin, looking down, watching his creamy, lathered cock slick beautifully in and out of her hot cunt.
His big hard-on felt good in her cunt, and she bumped her hips to him. They made good time, fucking each other standing up if the middle of the room.
Anne cupped his balls with one hand and squeezed them lovingly, while her other hand went behind him and she hooked a finger up his asshole.
"Oh, I love that, honey!" he chirped.
He did the same, sliding his finger on her ass, rimming her, then fucking it in.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot off in your pussy"
"Shoot off then!"
"I'm gonna shoot my wad!"
"Shoot your wad, big daddy, shoot it in me!"
"Oh, ahhhh, shit!" he cried.
Dave humped and pumped hard and fast, jabbed Anne's pussy with his amazingly hard prick, shoved it all the way in, a full fuck-stroke, then pumped the short hard jabs. The stalk of his cock was creamy white as it slushed in and out of Anne's pussy.
"I'm gonna get it!" Anne cried.
Dave came. His cock bulged in her cunt and spewed out a thick stream of hot cream that splashed warmly inside.
"Come with me, daddy," she puffed.
"I'm shootin'!" he hollered.
"Shoot it, honey... oh yeah! Fill me up!" Anne whispered, shuddering into her fabulous climax, tingling with the sweet spread of vibrating satisfaction that gripped her, stiffened her.
"Oh, you sweet bitch!" Dave whimpered.
"You goddamn sonofabitch!" she retorted. "Fuck me, damnit!"
"We're fuckin' off, you beautiful fucker!" Dave yipped.
"Yeah, fuck off!" Anne whispered, tightening her grip around his neck, pulling his hand to her. She kissed him passionately as they both felt the ecstasy of their delicious orgasm.
Finally Dave pulled out, his cock softening, dripping strings of thick cum. He took Anne in his arms and kissed her. Her panties were still down on her thighs. His pants were on his ankles. He pushed her into a chair and she sat down. He knelt in front of her, pushing her legs apart, taking her panties down. He got them off and brought them to his face and kissed them, licked his tongue over the crotch. He put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs open wide and licked her thighs, kissed all along the soft, smooth skin, and then he muffed his face into her pussy and began sucking cunt.
"See, see that, Wayne?" That's what I want you to do to me now," Angie whispered, her voice a soft hush.
knee socks, blue and white saddle shoes, and her thin pink panties. His cock spat a pop of cum at her.
He took her to the ground, laid her back on the grass and pushed her legs apart. He got between them on his knees and kissed above her knee sacks, her thighs, all the way to her panties.
He planted a real hot kiss on the crotch of Angie's pink panties, then lapped his tongue at them. His hands slid under her ass and he lifted it off the grass.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," he mumbled, now chewing on her panties, eating them.
"Sir, what are you doin'" Angie whispered, up on her elbows, looking down at Mr. Canton gnawing on her pink pants.
"I'm gonna eat 'em off," he said, stopping for a moment, looking up at her. "I'm gonna eat your panties!"
"Oooooh, that's nasty, sir!" she cooed, excited by this prospect, her eyes gazing at him as he chomped into her cunt, finally rippling the panties open. His tongue slid into the tear and licked at her wet pussy.
"Ahhhh!" Angie sighed. "Ooooh, that's nice!"
He slurped his tongue at her pussy, licking, tongue-fucking her with hot passion.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Angie stayed late after school practicing some new routines with the cheerleaders. She asked Darcy if she wanted to go for a soda, but she had to get home. So, Angie thought she would go home too, although she hated thinking about spending any time with her ugly grandmother.
She was tired and decided to wait for the bus. She sat down on the bench at the stop and relaxed in her school uniform. A big new car pulled up. The window swooshed down, and it was Mr. Canton.
"Could I give you a lift?"
She had thought much about Mr. Canton, his good looks, his monstrous prick, and she wondered if she'd ever see him again.
"Sure," Angie replied, then slipped into the soft black leather of the car.
"I've missed you," he said.
"But you have all those pictures of me;" Angie smiled.
"Oh, yes. And I love them, Angie." "Yeah? What do you do with them?" "You know," he whispered.
"Do I?"
"Sure you do, Angie."
"Tell me."
"I jerk-off to 'em."
"Mmmmmmm, I'd like to see that," Angie purred, seeing the awful rise in his slacks.
"I know, you like that, don't you?" "I like sex," Angie said.
"It's wonderful, isn't it?"
"And look there," Angie said, pointing to his erection. "You got a big boner on."
"I know."
"May I take it out and look at it, sir?" "Please do."
Angie unzipped his fly as he drove. She took his pants apart, pulled them down, got his shorts arranged so she could get the big prick out, and then it stood tall, hard, pounding.
"Whew, gee!" she whispered. "I'll bet it's bigger than fourteen inches, sir. Let me take my ruler out of my notebook, and I'll measure it."
Angie pulled out a ruler and laid it along the hard prick. The top of the stalk stood above the twelve-inch mark by at least three throbbing inches.
"This cock is amazing, sir. May I play with it?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
Angie slid over next to him. She cupped her hand around the thick prick, slid it all the way down the stalk to the base, then slicked upward along the prick-stick until she reached the plum-red cock-head.
Her fingers danced on the tip. She took her other hand and tickled her fingers all over the stalk as her other hand palmed the top.
"Oh, baby!" Mr. Canton cried.
"Should I lick your prick?" Angie asked.
"Please!"
She bent over and slushed her sweet, pink tongue over the top of his cock. She wiggled her tongue down along the stalk, all the time playing with her hands on the thickness of the erection.
Mr. Canton moaned joyously.
She pulled her mouth off the top and clutched his prick with both hands. The big red head spat a gob of cum.
"Mmmmmm, look. It's squirtin' again," Angie said. "It's just so huge and big! I love it, Mr. Canton! Should I suck you?"
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled.
Angie bent over again and her mouth encircled the big cock-head. Her cheeks caved in with Sweet sucking dimples. Her lips sealed around the cock. Her pretty head bobbed up and down as she sucked the top three inches of his immense prick.
Mr. Canton pulled off on a side road, drove up into a forest of trees along the river. He found a gravel road and took that. He shuddered as the girl sucked his big cock. Then he found a secluded spot and parked.
"You're a great cock-sucker, Angie," he whispered.
She glanced up, saw the passion on his face. She liked, she loved the look, and she continued to suck and slurp the huge cock, her lips sealing harder around, the thickness of the stalk.
"Better stop or I'll cum in your mouth," he said, pulling her off his cock, lifting her up, kissing her wet cum-soaked mouth with a hot French kiss.
He pulled her gray skirt up over her tight, pink panties. His hand went between her legs. He rubbed the crotch of her pants. Angie clutched his enormous cock with one hand as they kissed.
"Let's go out in the weeds," he said.
"Oh, yeah, in the weeds!" Angie shivered. They got out of the car, found a soft splash of grass among a thick clump of bushes. Mr. Canton took off his clothes. His cock wobbled and stood out like a bat. He unbuttoned Angie's skirt and it dropped to the pound. He stood back and admired her in her blue sweater, blue
Wayne pulled his dripping cock out of her pussy and positioned himself on his knees in front of her. He was more than happy to suck on Angie's pussy, and he did. She held her skirt up and he chomped into the blonde softness, kissing, licking, sucking.
Angie had never loved anything so much, having sex while watching sex, and at this point she slipped into a dreamy, ecstatic trance. She didn't come out of it until she found herself walking hand in hand with Wayne down the hall at school.
Then he got up on his knees and worked the torn panties off her. He slipped her sweater up and off. She had on a sweet pink bra. He unsnapped it and her tits swung free. She was nude now except for her blue knee socks and her blue and white saddle shoes. Her ponytail swished back on the green grass.
He rolled her over and pulled her up to her hands and knees and got behind her. His huge cock slapped her ass. It spat cum on the smooth, round cheeks. He slicked his prick between her legs. Angie caught it in the palm of her hand and inserted the plum head into her juicy cunt.
"That really feels good in there. Your prick feels so big and good in my pussy, sir," Angie said, looking back over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna doggie fuck you," he said.
Angie swirled her ass back at him. "Yeah, doggie fuck me, you big cock bad guy!" she huffed.
He rocked back and forth behind her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt, and Angie was delighted with the feeling that gripped her. She liked being on the grass fucking. She looked down between her, less and watched the huge, thick prick disappearing in and out of her pussy.
Mr. Carlton grabbed her ponytail and started to rock her in time with his humping fuck stroke. He plunged his prick faster and harder. It was too big to get more than five inches in her, but he liked being in there, just as Angie loved the way her cunt sucked on his big hard-on.
"After we dog fuck, will you beat off for me, Mr. Canton? Will you beat your meat for me?"
"You bet I will."
"Then fuck me! Doggie fuck me, please!" He rocked harder, fucking faster, plunging his prick into her soft cunt. Angie worked her ass faster, too, whirling it around in sweet circles, fucking back to him.
"Dog fuck me, you dirty man!" she called. Mr. Canton's long, thick prick glided easily between Angie's sweet legs, her smooth thighs. She was intent upon watching, her head down, chin tucked in, looking under and back at the way the huge prick plugged her pussy.
"Boy, that looks good," Angie whispered. Mr. Carlton was humped over her now, having let go of her ponytail. He clutched at her tits again, cupping and squeezing them tenderly. Angie kept her ass in movement, giving the man a good, hot dog fuck.
Then he groaned loudly. His cock started squishing, and he poured out a huge load of cream. Angie knew now that he was cumming and she worked hard to rub her clit on the hard stalk of the prick as it punched in and out of her. She got a good feeling, and then it happened for her, too.
They rocked slowly to a stop. Mr. Canton pulled his cock out. Angie heaved a long sigh.
"Wow, that was really fun," she sighed. "Now you gonna pump that big cock for me?"
"If you want me to."
"Oh, I do. I wanna see you jerk on that big cock, sir."
"How do you wait me to do it, lying down, standing up, on my knees?"
"Oh, golly... let's see. Why don't you get up and stand against the fender of the car?" she said, rising. "I'll come over too. I wanna jerk it a little first."
He leaned against the fender of the car. Angie stood at the side of him and reached down. She clutched the wilting prick.
"Spit in your hand and lubricate my cock," he said.
Angie brought her hand to her mouth and deposited a huge gob of spit on the palm. She slushed the spit along the rising stalk of his prick. She repeated this act several times until Mr. Canton's cock was hard as rock.
Her hand slicked in a slow jerk on the thick prick-stick. She played lovingly with the giant hard-on, her eyes glued to the ever-expanding erection.
She tickled his cock lightly, giving such great pleasure to the man that he trembled all over with his passion and desire for the beauty.
Then she looked up, saw his passionate look, and said, "You do it now."
Mr. Canton clutched his big cock and started jerking, his hand moving in a pleasure pump.
"Oh, yeah," Angie whistled, her eyes wide. "Like that, jerk like that, sir."
"You like this, don't you?" he whispered. "You like to see me jerkin' off like this, huh?"
"I love it, sir," Angie said.
"I jerked to your pictures, too."
"I know you did. You were nasty comin' to that game and shootin' all those naughty pictures of me like that."
"You're beautiful, that's why."
"I'll let you take some more pictures of me if you'll pay me like the last time we did it in the school."
"Oh, yes, let's do!"
"I'll let you take some real dirty pictures if you wanna, Mr. Canton. I'll finger-fuck myself for you and you can take picture of me."
Mr. Canton pumped furiously on his big cock. He leaned against the car fender hammering his cock wildly. Angie watched in amazement and excited pleasure at the sight of his hand jerking the huge erection.
His eyes glazed her lovely body.
"You're lookin' at my pussy, aren't you?" she whispered.
"Uh-huh."
"You like it, too."
"I wanna eat it again."
"Mmmmmm, chew my cunt again, huh? You're so bad, Mr. Canton."
"I wanna though."
"Okay, why don't YOU get back down on the grass? You can lie back and I'll sit on your face and you can jack your prick and eat me at the same time. Wanna?"
"Yes," he gasped, and he quickly lay in the grass.
Angie squatted over him and sat on his face, mashed her blonde pussy to his mouth, sat there so she could also watch the wild beating he was giving to his big prick.
She wiggled her hips and swirled them, pushed down on his face, offered her cunt to his eager, open mouth. He sucked and lapped as he whacked his cock.
"That's good, sir. Feels good you eatin' me, and I'm watchin' you jerk, too," Angie said, a note of excitement in her girlish voice.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmm!" the man muffled, eating, chewing, chomping Angie's cunt.
"Pump fast now, sir! I wanna see your action. Lemme see you really go!"
He did.
"All, yeah. Whew, that's the way, sir. Oh, wow! You're really goin' now. Oh, I love it. Eat me... yeah, suck like you're doin'. And keep jackin' fast like that! I wanna see you shoot . . . all."
Indeed. His cock unleashed a huge load that spiraled up high into the air. Angie watched in sweet fascination as he blasted out his load which came back down and splashed onto his belly.
She leaned over and got closer to the squirtin' good cock so some of the goo would squirt in her face. She opened her mouth and let him shower her lips with cum.
"Jerk, hot... jerk it," she whispered, bent over, screwing her ass, pushing her pussy into his face. "Just keep jerkin' and shootin', Mr. Canton!"
She swooned into a beautiful orgasm there on the rough ground, in the weeds with the cock spraying all over, and she knew that she would love to see cocks shoot like this forever.
Mr. Canton's hand was a blazing blur. His load jetted out in chunks, big Loops of cream. Angie finally leaned all the way to his cock, sealed her lips over the spurting top, and started sucking, bobbing her head up and down; fucking her lips on his cuming hard-on.
She sucked as she wiggled her pussy in Mr. Canton's face. He ate at her cunt and made her cum three times.
Angie swallowed his cum as it kept spurting into her mouth. Her ponytail bounced up and down as her head danced on his cock.
She finally stopped, cream dripping from her lips, cream all over her cheeks and chin.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "That was beautiful, sir!"
"When do you wanna take pictures?" she whispered.
"Soon," he said.'
"I wanna see you jack off again, do it again right now, sir!" Angie urged.
He took his thick big prick in his hand and started stroking the stalk slowly. Angie at on his face, his tongue slapped on her pussy again.
"Faster," she whispered, grinding down on his mouth. "Faster and really suck me, too!" "Mmmm, mmmmm!" he mumbled.
"Next time we take pictures, I'll take some of you maturbatin' this huge prick, sir. Then I can look at 'em in my room alone at night and fuck my pussy with my finger. How 'bout that, doesn't that make you real hot?"
"Mmmmm!" he agreed.
"Then pump that prick for me faster. Oh, yeah! Like that you naughty bastard!" she babbled, leaning over again, putting her lips on the prick-tip.
Mr. Canton hammered the big fuck-stick prick into Angie's mouth and she smothered his face with her sopping pussy as he slurped at the soft delight.
Slit chugged down spurt after spurt of his hot creamy load, sucking on the prick like she might never suck a prick again.
She finally pulled off the spurting cock, and she sat there on his face catching her breath, looking down at the huge erection that now began to soften and curl. She took the stalk in both bands, slicked cream all over the sides, and began pulling up and down.
"I'm gonna rub you now, sir, and you keep suckin' on my pussy, okay?"
"Mmmmmmm!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"He says he wants to take pictures of us, and he'll pay us," Angie said to Darcy.
"He's got such a big cock, too Let's let him take pictures then. What does he want us to do, undress?"
"Yeah, and be dirty."
"When?"
"He said he'd be driving around after school. You know, I think he's real rich, and I think we can make lots of money from him letting him take pictures and stuff."
"Stuff like fuckin' us and shootin' all over my glasses like he did the last time," Darcy said.
"He likes that."
"Well, I'll meet you after school and let's do it," Darcy said.
"Yeah, I'll meet you in the girls' room, and we can put some make-up on, get ourselves lookin' real sexy so he gets all excited. Then we can ask for lots of money."
"Gawd, how exciting!" Darcy whistled. The girls met later. Angie applied a heavy, glistening pink lip-gloss that made her lips look like she had just moistened them. She fixed her hair in two ponytails. She tied the blonde bobbers with blue bright ribbons. Then she blushed her cheeks with red blush. She applied a generous amount of perfume and smiled at herself in the mirror.
"Boy your skirt is so tight, Angie. I mean your ass really pushes out sexy. How come? Did you take it in around the hips'?"
"I just got a nice ass that's all."
Darcy fixed her brown hair so she had straight bangs like Angie across her forehead. She put on red lipstick and an orange blush. She didn't try to hide her cute freckles that dotted across her upper cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She cleaned her brown glasses and put them back on, then tied her hair in the back in a ponytail.
The beautiful girls then went outside and began walking away from the school. When they were three blocks away, the big black car pulled up alongside and they hopped in, both in the front seat with the handsome Mr. Carlton.
As they rode along, Angie thought about all the money she had been getting. If her luck kept up like it had been, she could split, leave her grandmother, and head out to parts unknown, make her way in life, make her dreams come true, The big car pulled along a tree-shaded drive, up into the bluffs along the river, and stopped at a stately mansion. It was built of red brick with white pillars.
"Wow!" Darcy exclaimed. "You live here, huh?"
"Yeah, like it?" he said, leading them into a spacious living area with posh leather couches and chairs, a huge glass coffee table and expensive antique furnishings.
Mr. Canton got out his camera.
"Now, girls," he said, "let's take some realgood pictures, shall we?"
He began snapping photos of them standing together in the middle of the room. They were darling, sexy, and they smiled seductively for the camera.
"Bet you'd like us to raise our skirts and let you see our panties, huh?" Angie said.
"Yes my dear. By all means," Mr. Canton replied quickly.
"I'll go first," Angie said, lifting her pleated gray skirt, showing off her tight pink panties. Her blonde cunt pushed out at the crotch. She turned fully around so Mr. Carlton could take pictures of her ass.
"Now you do it, Darcy," Angie said.
Darcy lifted her skirt and revealed a tight pair of white panties. The nylon was thin and her bushy brown pussy shaded the crotch alluringly. "He'd like to see your pussy, too, Darcy,"
Angie said.
"Yeah?" replied Darcy. "Should I take my panties down so you can see my pussy, Mr. Carlton?"
"Oh, please," he said.
Darcy pulled the white panties down with her thumbs, held them out, let him shoot some pictures of her pussy. It was thick with brown fuzz.
"Here take one of me," Angie said, sticking her hand deep into her pink panties, bulging them at the crotch. "You said you wanted some of me finger-fuckin' myself. So, take this, huh?"
"Ah, yes, your hand in your pants, lovely!" She kicked her hand around in her pants and said, "But you haven't paid us anything yet, Mr. Carlton."
"Oh, please forgive me, girls," he said, putting the camera aside. "How much would you like?"
"Well, if we're gonna be dirty, and if you're gonna play with us, and if we're gonna play with that big cock of yours, then we have to have a lot, right Darcy?" Angie said.
"Yeah, we gotta have a lot, sir. I mean if we're gonna be dirty and stuff."
"How much?"
"Are you gonna want pictures of us suckin' and playin' with your big prick?"
"Yeah, indeed I do... one of you can take the pictures while the other does that."
"We'd need a thousand dollars then," Angie said.
Darcy gasped. "A thou... yeah, a thousand dollars!"
"Certainly, that's fine," Mr. Canton said. He went to the far wall, swung a picture to the side and revealed a safe which he opened.
He fiddled with the combination and the safe opened. He reached inside and withdrew a stack of cash. He counted out two piles of five hundred each and gave five hundred to each girl. They took the money and put it in their purses.
"Now," he said. "Let's really get in to it, okay?''
"How 'bout if I do this?" Angie said, sitting on the couch.
She pulled her skirt up and took her panties down to her knees and pushed her legs apart so that the pants were stretched tight. She slid down on the edge of the couch, lifted her ass up a little and stuck her hand between her legs, started rubbing on her fabulous cunt.
"Like this?" she cooed.
"Yeah," he said.
"Like me fingerin' myself like this, sir. Is this dirty enough?"
He took several pictures, and Darcy sat down and did the same thing. Both beautiful girls put on their school uniforms sat on the couch, diddled them pussies with their panties pulled down.
Mr. Canton's prick had been quite hard, but now it thumped wildly in his slacks.
"Should we take our panties off, sir?" Angie asked.
"Yes, then spread your legs real wide far me."
The girls stripped their panties down, and Angie kept hers in her hand, letting them dangle sexily from her fingers. She lay back on the couch, all spread out, her feet flat on the floor, her skirt up. Her legs looked good in the blue knee socks, and her cunt was dripping. Darcy did the same thing, and they looked marvelous spread out for the photo. Mr. Canton took several photos as the girls moved, bumped and did grinds with their hips and asses, fiddled with their cunts.
Mr. Canton took all his clothes off. His monster cock stuck out like a rolling pin. He came over closer to them, asked them to take their skirts off. The girls did so, and stood by the couch in their dark blue sweaters, their knee socks, their blue and white saddle shoes.
"Here you take the camera and shoot some of Darcy and me," Mr. Carlton said. "She cums so easily, I want some photos of her cuming."
He came to Darcy, kissed her sweet lips, licked at her freckles, clutched her naked ass. He lifted his hands under her sweater and played with her tits through her bra. Then he grabbed his cock and manipulated the head at her pussy, humping down so he was her height. The big cock-head split open her pussy-lips. He began a quick fuck.
"Say when you're gonna cum," he said.
Angie had been shooting steadily, and now she focused on them and waited.
"Ah, shit. I can't help it if I cum so quick,"
Darcy said. "Look at that big prick in my pussy, Angie! Ah, shit! I'm gonna! I'm gonna do it . . . now!"
She shouted, and started shuddering. Her face crinkled into a mask of pleasure as she climaxed and Angie snapped several photos.
Mr. Canton rubbed Darcy's quivering clit with the big round head of his cock. Angie got a picture of Darcy as she came, tossing her freckled face back and gasping.
"Wow, I'm gettin' some good pictures,"
Angie said.
Darcy finally subsided from her shaking climax, looked down and watched how the huge mule cock punched into her pussy. Angie took pictures of the big cock doing its work.
"I'm gonna do it again! Oh, wow! Jeez! Oh, I'm gonna feel it!" Darcy cried.
Angie took pictures of her face, then backed off, got shots of the whole scene, and Darcy Came again.
"Feels... ahhhh. . . good, so good!" she cried.
Finally, Mr. Canton pulled his cock out and Darcy collapsed upon the couch, heaving, breathing hard, trembling, shaking as though she were shivering from the cold. Angie took pictures of her all spread out. Then she turned the camera on Mr. Canton.
"You jack your cock, sir," she instructed. "Yeah, like that. We want some pictures of you masturbatin', don't we, Darcy?"
"Oh, yes!" she whimpered. "Do it, sir! Beat your meat for us, so we'll have pictures of you doin'.. . oh, look at him, Angie, look at him masturbatin'!"
"I know, looks great, huh?" Angie said, finishing off another roll of film.
Mr. Carlton took the camera and reloaded it.
Angie stood in front of him toying with her panties, pulling them down, then letting them snap back into place. "Should I take my hot panties down?"
Mr. Canton handed the camera to Angie and dived between Darcy's legs. He pushed them farther apart. Down on his knees he moved in on her as she lay back on the couch. He planted a hot kiss on her cunt.
"Ah, oh! Oh, shit! He's shit, slit, he's kissin' my pussy," Darcy yelped. "Are you gettin' pictures of him?"
"Uh-huh. Looks like he's lickin' it, too."
"Ah, oh! Come on! I'm gonna cum again!" she sighed and stiffened out, humped her ass up, pushed her pussy into Mr. Carlton's face, and came.
Angie caught the action.
Mr. Canton got up. He took the camera. Angie slid her panties down. She took them off again, like she did the last time, then dangled them from her fingers as she stood in the middle of the room. She did lewd bumps and grinds, then stripped off her sweater and pink bra. She took it and threw it at Mr. Canton, then stood nude except for her knee socks and saddle shoes. Darcy got up and came over.
"She's got big titties, hasn't she, sir?" Darcy said.
"Yes, lovely tits," he agreed.
"Like to see me stick my finger up Angie's ass, sir?"
"Oh, yes.
"You better not, Darcy!" Angie protested. "He wants to see me stick a finger up your ass, Angie."
"Okay just a little."
Angie bent over and Darcy stood behind and fingered into her asshole. Mr. Canton gasped and snapped off a set of photos.
"Come on, Darcy, not so much! Look, Mr. Canton, if you wanna see us finger each other's ass you're gonna have to pay us more!" Angie barked, bent over, her hands on her knees, her beautiful ass curved perfectly. Darcy slugged her finger in and out of her asshole.
"Why don't you finger-fuck each other?" Mr. Canton said. "I sure would pay you more to see you do that."
"Wanna, Darcy?" Angie said.
"Okay, then, we'll do it, but you gotta give us a lot of money," Angie said.
"I promise I will when we finish tonight," he said, "just go ahead."
Darcy came around in front of Angie. Both girls had stripped naked except their knee socks and saddle shoes. Angie felt Darcy's finger plug into her pussy. She stuck her hand down and put her hot hand on Darcy's sopping cunt, snicked a finger in the slit.
"Ah, yes, girls," the man said.
"This is dirty, sir. Really dirty! You better pay us a lot for this!" Angie said, loving the finger in her pussy.
"I'm gonna cum!" Darcy yipped. "Oh, shit! Here I cum again, I'm . . . ohhhhhh, shit!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Mr. Canton barked, snapping a series of photos. His cock stood full and thick, throbbing, spitting cum.
"Wanna have Darcy take some pictures of me jerkin' your boner, sir?" Angie asked.
"Yes," he said.
Angie came over to him. She backed into him, pushed her ass at him. He humped down and slicked his prick between her thighs. Angie caught it coming out on the other side. She grasped the stalk with both hands.
"Okay, I'm gonna fuck down on the cock."
"I'm gonna screw down on it and pump," Angie said.
"Whew, you guys," Darcy whispered, taking pictures.
Angie pumped wildly on his prick and swirled her ass and hips around and down on the thick cock-stalk.
"Boy," she said, "this is a really big cock, isn't it?"
"I'm gonna cum soon," Mr. Canton said. "You punch that timer on the camera and come over here, Darcy. Get down in front of my cock, let me shoot on your glasses."
Darcy focused the camera on the action, set it on a table so it would shoot a picture, punched the timer, and hurried to Angie and Mr. Canton. She knelt in front of him, and Angie pumped his huge cock at her face.
"Oh, girls," Mr. Canton said. "Jerk me faster, Angie, so I cum!"
"Okay," Angie said. She pulled and pushed with both hands, really did a hot dance on his cock, slapping the big prick-head into Darcy's faced, against her glasses.
He came.
A thick load spurted from his prick into Darcy's face, all over her glasses, and the flash bulb went off, catching the hot eruption.
Angie pumped hard on the thick, big prick. The cock-head sprayed hot, steaming cream. She slapped the tip on Darcy's face, she fucked down on the long stalk between her legs, jacked the top part and let it slush all over Darcy's glasses.
Darcy was drowning in the pouring juice. She glugged gobs into her mouth which hung open. Her bangs became soaked with jizz and matted to her forehead. Her whole, pretty, freckled face was drenched with Mr. Carlton's huge load.
Angie was cuming now too, furiously grinding her pussy on the hard stalk between her legs. She was bent over, pushing her pussy, rubbing her clit on the bristling cock.
"Ah, whoof, mmmfff!" Darcy mumbled as she choked on the thick juice.
This moment of exhilaration between the threesome finally came to an end. Mr. Canton backed up. His cock slicked out from between Angie's legs. She turned around. "Boy, you really came, you really shot off on Darcy's glasses, sir.
Darcy was still on her knees, her glasses thick with dripping cream. Mr. Canton grabbed the camera and took several pictures of her. Darcy held up her hands in front of her face.
"You're gonna have to pay me mare if you want pictures of me like this," she said.
Mr. Canton agreed, and Darcy dropped her hands, licked cum off her lips, wiped the jizz from her glasses, and posed for him, lay back on the carpet all spread out, her legs apart.
"Why don't you sit on his face, Darcy, and I'll shoot some pictures? Would you like that, sir?"
He agreed that he would and he got down on the floor with Darcy.
"Sir, sit on your face?" Darcy said.
"Yeah, here let me show you," he said, rolling her over on top of him. Darcy caught on quickly and sat down on his face, pushed her cunt into his mouth and nose.
"Ah, shit! I'm sittin' up here on his face, Angie!" she yelped.
Angie was busy taking pictures. "I'll bet you're gonna win, too," she said.
"If he keeps licking my pussy like that I... am, ahhhh. . .oh, yeah! I'm gonna get that feelin'... right now!" she shouted. Her face screwed into a pleasure-mask, and she screwed her ass and pussy down into Mr. Carlton's face. Angie shot off several pictures of her cumming.
When they had concluded that scene, Mr. Canton got up and sat down in a big leather chair.
"I'd like you to suck me," he said to Angie. "Okay," she agreed, and handed the camera to Darcy. "I'll get down between your legs here, sir." He spread his lap and Angie knelt between them. She clutched his cock in both hands. She slushed her hands up and down the stalk, then ducked in and licked the prick-tip, swirled her tongue all over the huge head...
"Ah, yes, baby... be a good sucker," Mr. Canton said.
"I'm real good," Angie replied, and sealed her lips over the top, dipped down and took as much of the monster prick into her mouth as she could get. Her face was puckered into a sucking mask. Her cheeks were all caved in. Her lips like a plunger. Darcy quickly snapped off a bunch of photos.
Angie's pretty head bobbed up and down on the immense prick-stalk, sucking him while she held the lower part of the shaft with both hands.
"Fuck me, please fuck me, Angie!" Mr. Carlton said.
Angie got up. She straddled him, put her legs over his, stood over him. His huge cock banged up against her pussy. She took hold of it and inserted the tip into, her cunt. She stood for a moment looking down at the slick stalk connecting them. Then she began a slow screw, whirling her hips around and around as she fucked down on his prick.
"You guys look good fuckin' like that," Darcy said, taking a picture.
"She's such a goddamn good fuck, too," Mr. Canton whined.
"I wanna fuck him, too," Darcy squealed with delight.
"It's easy to fuck him like this, then you don't have to take all of this big prick into your pussy, you can just take as much as you want, just what feels good," Angie said.
She fucked up and down, her ponytails bobbing, her beautiful ass screwing and humping.
"Ah, wow! This really feels good!" she cried. "I love fuckin' like this, sir!"
"I know you do, and just think, girls, you can come over to my house and we can fuck all the time."
"If you pay us good, then we will, huh, Darcy?" Angie said.
"Yeah, we'll fuck, sir. But you gotta really pay us good for us to come over and fuck you and let you take dirty pictures of us like you did today."
"I'll pay you more than you can spend," he said, humping off the chair, jabbing his cock up into Angie's sweet pussy.
She rode him, bumping up and down, taking more and more of his huge cock. He reached down and grabbed her legs, threw them over his shoulders. Then he clutched behind her, got a hold on her ass. He stood up. Angie was suspended from him, holding on with her hands behind his neck. He started swinging her, humping his prick to her, sucking her in and out on the long stalk.
"Holy shit!" cried Darcy. "I never seen anyone fuck like that. I wanna do that, too!"
"He's gonna fuck me right off into paradise!" Angie yelled.
"Fucking you like this is paradise, Angie!" Mr. Canton barked, swinging her faster on his cock until she shuddered and screamed with pleasure.
"Oh, ohhhhhh, here I cum!" Angie hollered. "I'm gettin' it, sir!"
He came just before she did, flushed out a load of cum into her cunt. Then Angie felt the spread of pleasure she was seeking. A tingling tide of ecstasy vibrated through her as she swung in and out on the big banana-like stalk.
Mr. Carlton finally sat her down, and Angie lay back in a chair all spread out, her legs wide, her cunt dripping with cum, her big tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
"Take a picture of her," Mr. Carlton instructed Darcy, and Darcy did.
Then Mr. Carlton took the camera and gave it to Angie after he loaded it again.
"Take some more pictures, darling," he said.
Then he fell to his knees behind Darcy. He cupped the cheeks of her ass, spread them and slurped his tongue up and down the crack of her ass.
"Ah, jeez!" Darcy huffed. "He's lickin' up and down my ass ... ohhhhh, wow!"
Mr. Canton slushed his tongue faster and faster doing light lickety-splits on her ass-crack, then he targeted her whole and sent his tongue twirling into it.
Darcy hollered. "Oh, no! My asshole. Oh, my asshole! He's tonguing my...
And she came, a sweet simmering satisfaction gripped her. She bent over, clutched her knees and waved her pussy at Mr. Canton's lewd tongue.
Angie sat in the chair shooting pictures of this hot action, getting good shots of Mr. Canton muffing his face into Darcy's wonderful ass.
Darcy came again. The rim-bobbing he was giving her was just too much for her. She shuddered and shook all over as Mr. Canton pleasured her like she'd never been pleasured before.
Then he stood up. Darcy stumbled forward, caught her balance on the edge of the couch.
"Wow, he really fucked my ass with his tongue!" I got lots of pictures of it," Angie said.
"I want some of those pictures, sir," Darcy said, looking back, seeing that Mr. Canton once again had a huge erection.
The girls dressed, put their panties back on, their skirts, fixed their hair, and then they applied new, fresh make up. They took all the cash they had gotten from Mr. Canton and stuffed it in their purse.
"When do you want us to come back again, sir?" Angie asked, turning to the nude man, who still had a huge hard-on. He had gotten all hot just watching them dress.
"Just call me anytime you want," he said, jotting down a number on a piece of paper and handed it to Angie. "Just call this number. It's private. Call in the evening anytime, okay?"
"It's gonna cost a thousand dollars every time we come over, isn't it, Darcy?" Angie said.
"Yeah, maybe more, if you wanna cum on my glasses again."
Mr. Canton came over to Angie. He took her in his arms.
"You darling little strumpet. How I love you, he whispered, shooting his hands up under her skirt. He ducked a fist into her panties and rubbed her clit.
"Hey, wow! I thought we were through, sir," she stated, feeling the hot throb of his cock on her pleated skirt.
"I just wanna take your panties off, girls, and keep them, kind of as a souvenir of our first meeting like this," Mr. Canton said, tugging on Angie's pink panties.
"That's extra, sir. If you wanna keep our panties, that's extra. Right, Darcy?"
"Yeah, I'll give you my panties, sir. But it's extra," Darcy said.
"Of course, my sweet pets," he said. "You hold your skirts up and I'll take your panties down."
Both lovely girls raised their skirts. Mr. Canton dropped to his knees and removed their sticky, cum-soaked panties. He stood up and guided his cock into Angie's pussy.
"Just one little quick fuck before you go," he whispered.
Angie loved the feel of his prick in her. She loved the idea of a quick fuck at the door like that. She started rotating her hips at him.
"Okay, just a little fuck, sir. Just a quick screw like this. Oh, wow!"
"You can fuck me just a little, too." Darcy whispered, watching the long slide of his prick as he screwed it into Angie's pussy.
He moved to Darcy and shoved it in. She held her skirt high. Angie moved behind him and stuck a finger up his ass.
"Oh, girls? I love you so much!" he yelped, humping hotly to Darcy.
"Better hurry and fuck me, sir. We have to leave," Darcy purred, leaning back against the door, her legs apart, her skirt high, her chin tucked in as she looked down and watched him fuck her cunt.
He came quickly, tossed off a huge load into Darcy, and she felt the splash of hot cream inside her pussy and began cumming again. She shook all over against the door.
They finished their hot, quick fucking, and Mr. Canton dressed and drove them back to within a few blocks of the school. The girls got out, thanked him for the fun, and walked away.
"Boy, that was the most unbelievable time a girl could ever have, and we got paid for it, too," Darcy said. "I must have nearly a thousand dollars here."
"Me, too. He's gotta be super rich. He didn't blink an eye every time we asked for more money."
"Oh, boy, wow!" Darcy said. "All that money for fucking!"
"Well, he should have to pay us for it. We're really cute, really good-lookin', and we've got great bodies. I mean we gotta start realizing Darcy that we got power."
"I'm starting to learn that," Darcy said.
"We can have anything we want in life!" Angie smiled.
"Wow!" Darcy said.
And as they walked together down the street, swinging their hips, wiggling their fine asses, Angie was thinking that it wouldn't be too long before she could save enough money to blow this hick town, split from her dominating grandmother, and live the kind of life she knew she was destined to have.
