Tammy Bixley wore her cheerleading uniform as she walked down the hall at Madison High School. Madison was a small town in the Midwest. Tammy was in the first term of her second year.
She looked delicious. Her skirt was incredibly short, all blue pleats that swirled sexily on her smooth, tanned thighs.
The pleats curved beautifully on her magnificent young ass, a plush juicy ass that was the cutest ass at Madison High. She wore a white vest that buttoned down the middle, with dark-blue buttons. Her nice round tits pouted proudly against the vest, which bottomed out at the top of her skirt. The skirt was trimmed with gold at the hem. She wore red socks and white tennis shoes.
Tammy had long, blonde hair parted in the middle with cute bangs on her forehead. She wore it in double ponytails tied with white ribbons. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. She had seen how the boys gawked at her ass . . . even her teachers.
She walked with a sweet wiggle, and her luscious hips did a wonderful little swing. Her tits, like two round, ripe tomatoes, pushed against the tight vest. She was a stunning little beauty.
Her girlfriend, Pamela Hanson caught up with her. Pam was a Madison High cheerleader, too. She had short brown hair, full hips, nicely tanned legs. She had a square-cut face, brown eyes, and her tits were fully developed-big, round, lewdly pushing against her cheerleading vest.
"God," Pam said. "You notice how all the boys look at us . . . and the teachers, too?"
"Yeah, I noticed," Tammy said.
- 'They just drool, don't they?"
"I don't know. Do they?"
"Oh, shit, all these teachers are horny old men. Don't you know that?"
"No."
"You can really turn 'em on if you want to . . . and I do it a lot. Mr. Campbell gives me good grades just 'cause I let him look up my skirt in class."
This surprised Tammy. "Really? He gives you good grades?"
"Damn right. He's horny as hell." Tammy thought about this as she went to Mr.
Campbell's class. She had him for first-session history class.
"Yeah, you can get almost anything you want around here if you're smart, Tammy," Pam said.
Tammy went to class and sat down at her desk in the front row. Mr. Campbell, a handsome man of forty-four, who was lean, tall, had brown hair with just a bit of gray at the temples, came into the classroom.
He began to chat informally about Plutarch and the many histories he had written, focusing upon the life of Julius Caesar.
Tammy took a new interest in the way her teacher looked at her, after what Pam had said. Indeed, she saw his eyes linger on her lovely legs, saw him stare at her little skirt riding up on her delicious-looking thighs.
She remembered Pam saying how she got a good grade by letting Mr. Campbell look up her skirt. Tammy didn't really know how to do it-let someone look up her skirt-but she supposed you simply crossed your legs. So she did.
The darling student slowly lifted one leg high, held it for a moment, then crossed her legs. She saw the steamy look Mr. Campbell gave her. She liked his passionate, intense expression.
She blew a big, pink bubble with her bubble gum and looked down at her notebook, pretending to take notes. She gave the teacher a few more good looks at her legs, making sure that she showed him her white panties that scrunched in tightly at her crotch.
After class, Mr. Campbell asked her to stay for a minute. The class filed out, and he said: "You really shouldn't be chewing gum, blowing bubbles in class, Tammy."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," she apologized.
"You're not doing too well in this class, are you, Miss Bixley?"
"No, but I try, Sir. I really do. Is there anything.I can do to get better grades?" she cooed.
"Uh, yes , . . why, yes there is, my dear," he whispered.
"What?"
"You could let me kiss you."
Tammy was surprised by this request. After all, he was her teacher, and she had never heard of high school teachers trading kisses for good grades. She knew that if her grade-average fell any lower she wouldn't be able to cheerlead, and she would go on probation. Her mother would kill her.
She looked into the handsome teacher's brown eyes. They were fuck-hot.
"Well, sure, I guess that would be okay, Sir," she said.
He swept her fine, tight, petite frame into his arms, pulled her tightly to him. He tilted her chin with his fingers and planted a warm, open-mouthed kiss on her luscious pink, pouty lips.
His tongue speared in and out of her mouth. Tammy had only been kissed a couple times by young boys-never like this-and a sweet, exciting buzz rippled through her.
She suddenly felt his cock as it hardened against her little skirt, pushed against her belly. The teacher's hands slid down her back and plunged into the glorious softness of her magnificent teenaged ass.
He clutched and pinched her ass, fanned his hands all over her round asscheeks, pulling her against his hard prick. His mouth was pressed tightly to hers. She kissed him back, and felt his fingers explore the expanse of her ass.
Then, before she could stop him, he had a hand up under her skirt, and his fingers were rubbing into the hot crotch of her tight, white panties. They broke their wild, erotic kiss. "Oh, Sir . . . you . . . you're . . . your hand.."
"It's playing with your pussy," he whispered.
"But, Mister ... I mean . . . Sir . . . you shouldn't ..."
"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to do, Tammy," he said, his hand moving in and out, rubbing her young pussy through her panties. "Do you want me to stop?"
She looked into his handsome face. She had never felt this way before. She really liked his hand down there and what it was doing to her, the way it made her feel.
"But, Sir, you're my teacher!" Tammy protested weakly.
"And you're my student," he said, his hand still working magic on her sweet pussy. "And do, don't you think I should teach you about history, the many reflections of Greek culture, the wonder of Aphrodite?"
His hand ducked into her panties, slipped down into the fuzzy thicket of blonde curls surrounding her pussy. It was wet, gooey and gummy.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Now I'm gonna finger you, Tammy. . . finger-fuck you. Have you ever been fingered like this?"
His finger slicked into her cunt and he fucked it in and out with a slow stroke.
"No . . . no," she panted.
Her little cheerleading skirt was lifted up. His hand was in her panties, his knuckles bulging out the crotch, his finger fucking her cunt.
"Want me to stop?" he whispered.
"Oh, golly, Mr. Campbell. I just don't know . . . I mean it. . . "
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Tammy's sweet, succulent body rippled all over with the erotic ecstasy she felt as her teacher fucked his finger in and out of her wet cunt.
She had, of course, masturbated many times, but this was something different, completely new to her, and she loved it.
The teacher slicked his finger faster and faster into her pussy. It made a sweet sucking sound. He was deep in her pants.
She came.
"Ah!" she gasped loudly. "Ohhhhh, ahhhh, Sir!"
Her body was bent over at the waist. She stiffened, then shuddered into a divine climax. A pleasurable sensation gripped her entire body. Her head swung from side to side. Her ponytails swished on her back.
"Ahhhh, oooof!" she gasped. "Sir! Oh, Sir!"
He fucked his finger expertly into her cunt and watched the darling, erotic expression on her face, the pleasure wrinkles crinkling her forehead, her mouth gaping open.
She continued shaking, cumming.
Then she relaxed and almost fell against him. He kept his hand in her panties, slowly finger-fucking her pussy, and he kissed her hotly.
"Did you like that?" he asked, breaking their kiss.
"Yes, yes," she whispered, leaning her beautiful body against him softly.
Tammy felt the incredible cock-bulge in his slacks. His hard cock curled like a banana against her belly. She looked up into his handsome face.
"Would you like to make me feel good now?" he whispered.
"How, Sir?"
He took her hand and lowered it between them, placed it on his thumping prick.
"Ah!" Tammy gasped, sucking in her breath.
"Squeeze," he murmured.
She grasped the thick stalk through his slacks, felt the dampness there, squeezed. It was the first time in her young life that the beautiful schoolgirl had felt a hard cock. She was enchanted by the feel of the man's throbbing prick.
He reached down, removed his belt buckle, unzipped his slacks. They fell to the floor in a clump around his ankles. He slipped his shorts down. His prick sprang up, slapped back against his belly, wobbled, and spit out a blob of cum on Tammy's cheer leading skirt, a gob of white goo clinging to the blue pleats.
Tammy's eyes were wide in amazement. She trembled. Her mouth hung open. She gaped at the huge cock. The prickhead was beet red and all Spitty with jizz.
Mr. Campbell's prick was a full eight inches, thick and round as a flashlight. His big balls looked like two lemons hanging from between his legs.
He took Tammy's hand and placed it around the pulsing hardness.
"Now, pump on it for me, darling," he whispered. "Just get down on your knees, get a good grip on it and jerk."
Tammy was mesmerized. She did as her teacher instructed, knelt down in front of him on one knee, the other leg extended, foot on floor. Her little blue skirt was high on her lovely thighs. She grasped his prick and started pumping on it slowly.
"Like this, Mr. Campbell?" she said, looking up into his face.
"Oh, yes, yes, sweet darling, just like that . . . jack me off!"
"Jack, Sir?"
"Pump me, masturbate my prick!"
Tammy had never heard such language, and it strangely thrilled her.
She got a nice overhand grip on his prick, pounded in and out, still jerking slowly, feeling the hardness of his magnificent prick. She watched the big cockhead foam, bubble.
A gob of cum spurted out and caught her on the cheek.
"Oooh, Sir! It's squirting out stuff."
"Yes, that's good stuff, Tammy-. . . makes me feel good. You're making me feel so damn good."
She pumped, her hand slicking up and down the massive cock, squeezing the stalk midway down.
"Cup my balls with your other hand, Tammy," he whimpered.
She reached out and jiggled his big balls on the palm of her hand, bobbing them lovingly, thrilling to the feel of his hairy balls.
"Faster . . . fuck my prick faster with your hand," the teacher panted.
Tammy pumped his cock harder, faster.
"Oh, yeah! Goddam, darlin' . . . that's the way . . . do me with your sweet little hand."
She did. Her pink fingernails were curled around his prick, and she jacked furiously on his hardness. She liked what she was doing to him. She looked up and saw the passion etched on his face, and she knew she controlled him. The feeling of power that swept over her was delicious.
"You're jackin' me off, that's what you're doin', Tammy. You know that?"
"I guess."
"Tell me what you're doin'."
"I'm jackin' you off, Sir."
"Yes. Do it, honey, faster!"
Tammy really pumped now. Her stroke was fervid, her hand a beautiful blur. She felt him stiffen. She felt his cock bloat in her hand. The big cockhead bulged and he came.
A torrent of thick cock cream spewed out, a gusher of cum that shot at her face. Big gobs of jizz splashed on her cheeks and splattered on her lips. More cock cream squirted out and showered her forehead, her blonde hair.
"Oh, Tammy!" he yelped.
"Golly, Sir!" she squealed. "Oh! Oh, look at it squirt!'
"Your prick's squirtin' all over me, Mr. Campbell," she whispered. Her hand continued the wild beating, the hot thrumming.
"Ah, ah . . . oooohhhh, baby!" he sobbed.
Her hand was dripping with cum, her face was soaked with his jism. A strange thrill filled her. She didn't know what to say, but she knew she controlled him, that he was in ecstasy.
He finally stumbled backwards. Tammy let loose of his cummy prick.
He pulled her from the floor, took his hankie and patted away the drooling cum from her beautiful face. Then he kissed her warmly, lovingly, holding her precious body to him.
"You made me feel so good, darling," he whispered.
She knew she had. She also knew that she could get an A from Mr. Campbell anytime she wanted.
Chapter Two
Tammy went to the girls room downstairs and washed her face, patted it dry and then applied some blush, adding a deep red to her lovely cheeks. She painted her lush lips with a pink gloss, fixed her ponytail, and she patted away the damp spots where cum had been clinging to her cheerleading uniform.
Pamela walked in.
"God, where you been? We only got a half hour until game time."
"I was with Mr. Campbell," Tammy said.
"Oh, yeah? You let him look up your skirt like I told you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah, then what?"
"He kept me after class . . . and gave me an A."
"See, I told you it was easy."
"He did more than that, too."
"What?"
"He fingered me."
"Huh? Come on . . . he finger-fucked you?"
"Yes!"
"Aw, he didn't."
"Yes, he did . . . and he made me jack him off, too."
"Oh, God! Really? Come on, let's go in the toilet stall over there. Tell me what happened."
"Teacher taught me a lot," Tammy said.
"The dirty old man. I told you he was horny."
The lovely cheerleaders went in a toilet stall and locked the door. Pam sat down on the shiny black toilet seat. She slid her white panties down around her knees, pulled her tiny cheerleading skirt up around her waist. Then she slid down on the edge of the toilet.
"Tell me. Tell me everything that happened, and let's masturbate," Pam said.
She put her hand between her legs, slowly slicking her finger up and down the slit of her cunt, which was covered with fuzzy brown fuzz, and her pussy became juicy, wet, hot.
"Well, he stuck his hand in my panties, see . . . they're all wet and gooshy," Tammy said, pulling up her skirt. "Look, they're soaking wet."
"Oh, shit! Tell me . . . what'd he do?"
"He stuck his hand in there and started fingerin'me and made me cum."
Pam fucked her pussy with her finger. "Oh, no! Did you like it? Did it feel good?"
"Yeah . . . really good."
"Then what?"
"He diddled me, and he talked real dirty, talked about fingerin' me."
"Oh, shit. I love it. Then what?"
"He had his hand in my panties, like this," Tammy said, and slipped her hand down into her tight, white panties. She diddled her pussy.
Pam looked beautiful spread out on the toilet, her legs wide apart, her panties a stretch of shiny white just above her dimpled knees. Her little blue skirt was gathered high on her waist.
Her hand jerked between her legs as she pulled and pushed her finger into her juicy cunt.
"Then what?" Pam panted.
"He had such a big boner."
"Oh, God . . . really? How big?"
"Real big. It was stickin' out, pushin' out his pants."
"He had a big fuckin' hard-on, huh?" Pam gasped, her mouth open, a sweet circle, a small O.
"Yeah, and he finger-fucked me and made me wiggle all over."
"Did you cum?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, shit, Tammy, how'd it feel?"
"Goooood . . . real good."
"Then what?"
"He took his hand and grabbed mine and put it on his hard-on."
"You felt it?"
"Yeah, and he took his pants and shorts down and made me hold it."
"Oh, jeez! How'd it feel?"
"Juicy, hard, big ... it was throbbin'."
Pam lifted her ass off the toilet seat and jerked wildly at her pussy, pleasing herself, loving the feeling that buzzed through her.
Tammy leaned against the door of the toilet stall, her skirt held up with one hand and her other hand deep in her panties, down in the gooshy stickiness of her young cunt, where she fingered wildly as she told her story.
"And he made me kneel in front of him and hold his cock, made me pump on it."
"Oh, no!"
"And he was all hot and bothered."
"Ooooh!"
"His prick started squirtin' stickum."
"Oh, God, no!" Pam fucked her finger furiously in and out of her spritzing pussy.
"He told me to pump him faster, harder . . . and so I did."
"You were jackin' him off, huh?"
"Yeah. He made me say it . . . 'I'm jackin' you off, Sir,' I said to him. And he said: 'Yes, good ... do it, honey, faster.' He called me honey."
"Oh, shit . . . shit, shit, shit . . . you fucked him with your hand. The horny bastard. He was so hot, wasn't he? See, I told you, all the teachers, the older men, they get so goddamn hot about us girls, don't they?"
"Yeah, he was good and hot."
"And he started gettin' hotter too, I'll bet?"
"He started squirtin' all over me," Tammy said, feeling the divine ripple of climax flickering through her gorgeous goddess body.
"He came!"
"Yeah, he shot off," Tammy whimpered, cumming with beautiful vibrance, shuddering, shaking against the door of the toilet.
The two lovely teenaged cheerleaders came there in the toilet stall, both stunningly beautiful in their sexy little uniforms, their fingers busy playing a heavenly tune on their sweet, young cunts.
When the girls had finished their orgasms, they went back to the wash basins and mirrors to fix their faces, get themselves pretty for the game.
"Well, I told you, we can get anything we want from these teachers," Pam said.
"I think you're right," Tammy said, realizing that Pam was right.
"I like to turn 'em on, too. I like to see 'em get hot, don't you?"
"Well, I . . . "
"Sure you do. You like to get 'em steamin', get 'em on a big hard."
"Yeah, I do," Pam admitted.
"We can get anything. We'll have to go for A's in all our classes."
"I'll bet we can get more than A's," Pam whispered.
"Like what?"
"I'll bet they'd give us money to do things with 'em . . . don't you think?"
Tammy had never entertained such a thought. "Oh, God . . . really, you think they'd pay?"
"Damn right," Pam said confidently.
Tammy saw her friend's wicked little smile ... a soft tug of her lips at the corners.
Chapter Three
The next day sweet Tammy dressed in a short pink miniskirt, a black sweater, and sandals. Her tits were succulent against the sweater, her golden legs excitingly alluring.
She had her blonde hair in a long ponytail.
Pam caught up with her. Pam's brown hair was in double ponytails, bobbing at the sides of her head. She wore a tight red sweater that pulled against her tits. She wore tight jeans, faded to a light sheen. The jeans looked glued to her divine young body.
"What do you think? Should we try our plan?"
Tammy looked at her. Saw the wicked smile again. "God, you think we oughta, Pammy?"
"Sure, we both want to get out of this ratty town, get out of the Midwest, go to Los Angeles . . . isn't that what you want? It's what I want. I wanna get away from my mom and dad, this whole boring life."
Tammy thought about it. She didn't have a dad. Her mom was an alcoholic who waited tables during the day and drank at night. She would love to get away from her . . . go to Los Angeles.
"Yeah, that's what I want, too," Tammy said.
"Okay, just come with me after English class. I know Mr. Donne is hot for me."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I can tell how he looks at me."
The two teen queen lovelies went to Mr. Donne's class and took their seats. Pam was in the front row, down at the end. Tammy was in the second row. Tammy made sure her pink little skirt rode high on her delicious thighs.
Mr. Donne was lecturing on the Elizabethan period, how Shakespeare was the greatest lover. He talked about Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark, enlightened the students on the
Mouse Trap, the play within the play, Ophelia's undying love for Hamlet.
Pam spread her legs wide in her seat, letting Mr. Donne look at the tight jeans crinkling up around her cunt.
Tammy saw her. She scratched her leg, a ploy, and pulled her pink mini up a little higher.
When Mr. Donne finally dismissed the class, Pam walked to Mr. Donne who stood behind his desk. "Tammy and I were wondering about getting a good grade in English, Sir."
"Yes, what do you want to know?" Mr. Donne said. He was very tall, with wavy blond hair, a thin physique. He was quite handsome.
"We want an A. And we'll do extra things for it."
"Extra things?" the teacher said.
"Yeah," Pam said, moving closer to the teacher, blowing an obscene bubble with her pink bubble gum.
Mr. Donne had already gotten a huge hard-on that spiked out his slacks at the crotch. It looked like he had a hammer in his pants.
Tammy saw his hard-on, and Pam saw it. The teacher looked at the sweet, beautiful young girls. He couldn't quite believe that he was being hustled, exploited by his lovely students.
"What kind of things would you do?" Mr. Donne asked.
"Well, we'd let you finger us, and we'd jerk you off," Pam whispered, licking the sticky gum from her lips.
"Oh, God, whewww!" the teacher puffed hotly, sucking and panting his words.
He grabbed Pam and pulled her to him, kissed her bubble-gum lips, slicked his tongue into her mouth, swished it around, sucked her tasty lips, kissed them like the young girl had never thought possible.
She felt his cock thumping against her. She also felt his hands as they caressed her ass, the way they fanned out, his fingers pinching into the pliant asscheeks.
Tammy got excited seeing them kiss like that.
Mr. Donne broke the kiss.
"Sure," he said, "you can have A's in my class . . . if you'll let me finger you and if you'll jack me off."
The darling girls stood before the handsome teacher. He touched their pussies, rubbing his hand against their burning little cunts.
He trembled with excitement. In his fifteen years of teaching, he had never had two girls proposition him so blatantly, so willingly, so seductively. And two of the loveliest young students at school.
He contemplated his fate and rubbed his hands into their cunts, feeling the soft but firm pussy mounds bulging at his fingertips.
He pulled Tammy's tiny pink skirt up around her waist, revealing a pair of super-tight pink bikini panties with white lace top, lacy pink ribbons, and a cotton panel that was pushed out by her young cunt.
He plunged his hand into the pink softness, really rubbed her pussy until he felt the dampness squish through the thin cotton to his sweaty fingers. Then he dunked his hand deep down into the panties and slicked his finger into Tammy's cunt.
"Ooofff, jeez!" Tammy sighed.
"God, he's fingerin' you," Pam whispered.
She took her jeans down, revealed her white panties that were shaded brown in the V by her generous growth of pussy fuzz. She stripped the panties down so they formed a white slash at her knees. She moved to the teacher.
He reached out with his free hand and stuck a finger in Pam's pussy. Now he had a finger in each girl. He began jerking slowly, looking into their darling, sweet faces, seeing their pleasure, their saucy sexiness.
"You're fingerin' us, Mr. Donne!" Pammy said hotly.
"Yes, yes, yes," he mumbled, bis voice shaky with passion.
His hand knuckled out Tammy's panties, while his other hand worked feverishly in Pam's pussy. The girls sighed with ecstasy, both enjoying the wild fucking they were getting from their teacher's fingers.
Pam noticed his hard prick ... a solid bulge in his slacks.
"Look, he's all hot," she whispered.
Tammy looked at the man's hard-on. Then she looked up into his eyes, his movie-star face.
"Do we get you all hot, Sir?" she asked.
"Yes! Yes indeed!" he panted, his fingers fucking faster and faster in and out of their young cunts. He leaned in and kissed Pammy, plastered his lips to her bubble-gum mouth. They kissed lewdly as he finger-fucked her. Then he leaned over to Tammy and engaged her in a wild, mouth-gaping French kiss.
His fingers were flying. The girls were feeling good. Tammy was the first to feel that wonderful vibration, the total gripping of her whole being.
"Ohhhhhh, it's feelin' good!" Tammy cried loudly.
"Me, too!" Pam cried. "God, I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum, girls . . . cum for me!" Mr. Donne commanded.
His fingers fucked furiously, slicking, slushing, plugging young cunt. The girls shivered in climax. Tammy felt the pleasure tingle through her. She stiffened, let the feeling consume her.
Pam shuddered and squealed: "Oh, shit! Shit! Ah, pheeewwww!"
"Come on, girls, keep cummin' while I finger-fuck your pussies," the teacher huffed obscenely, completely lost in his passion for the darling students.
They worked through their beautiful orgasms, totally enjoying the fabulous feelings. Mr. Donne finally quit fucking his fingers into their cunts. He backed off, took a deep breath, and unbuckled his slacks. He let them fall to his ankles, then he slipped his Jockey shorts down. His huge prick snapped to attention, wobbled out a full ten inches, and pointed at the girls, a big string of cream dangling from the cocktip.
"Whoof!" Tammy blurted.
"Shit!" Pam hissed.
"Your turn now, girls. You said you'd jack me off." "Yeah, that's what we said. We'll jack you." Pam reached out and clapped her little hand around the man's huge fucker. She gripped the cockshaft about halfway down. She began an overhanded pumping on the monster cock, slicking the skin in and out, watching the big tomato-like cockhead.
Tammy knelt down in front of the teacher and lifted her hands, in supplication, as though she were cupping water, and took his big hairy balls in each hand, squeezed them lovingly. She tickled his balls as Pam pumped his prick.
"You like this, don't you, Sir?" Pam whispered.
"Damn right, I do," he gasped.
He was weak with excitement. Never in his life had he been so thrilled as he was now, with Pam standing in front of him, her arm pulling, pushing, her hand pumping on his huge prick . . . and Tammy knelt down on her knees, fondling his big balls. He wanted to cry with joy, scream with pleasure.
He reached out and fingered into Pammy's gooshy pussy, fucking his hot finger into her sweet buttery cunt.
Tammy kept his balls in one hand, and gripped his cock at the base and held him tightly there. Pam continued pumping.
"God, Sir, your cock is so big," Tammy mumbled.
"How big is your prick, Sir?" Pammy gulped, her breathing heavy. Her supple tits in the red sweater bobbled up and down.
"I don't know," he gulped.
"Oh, shit, Sir ... it's a foot long, I'll bet!" Pam exclaimed.
"Oh, girls, that feels so good, you jerkin' me that way, both of you yankin' on my cock."
"You're a horny old man, huh, Sir?" Pam purred sexily.
"Yeah!"
"We've already earned our A's, but what would you give us, Sir, if we kissed your prick?"
"Oh, ah, oh, darlings . . . what do you want?"
"We'll kiss it all over for a hundred dollars, Sir," Pam said.
"Yes! Yes, my wallet's in my pants."
Pam motioned to Tammy and she reached down, took his wallet out, withdrew several twenty-dollar bills. She laid the money on the floor beside her.
"Before you kiss my prick, let me kiss your pussies," the teacher whimpered, and he was so hot now he was shaking all over. His big cock dripped pre-cum from the bulging cockhead.
"Phew, shit, it's squirtin' on me," Pam said, feeling a splash of pre-cum hit her smooth thigh, then trickle down her leg to the top of her panties, which were still down around her knees.
"You'd have to pay us more money, Sir, to kiss our pussies. Right, Tammy?"
"Yeah, right . . . we'd need more money, Mr. Donne."
"Then take some more."
Tammy opened the wallet, cleaned out all the bills and put them with the other money on the floor.
"Stand up, Tammy," the teacher instructed, "and hold your skirt up."
Tammy stood up, lifted her skirt and held it up in front of her with both hands. Mr. Donne fell to his knees before her. He licked up and down her tanned thighs, slobbering, leaving a spitty trail.
He muffed his mouth onto her pink panties. His tongue slapped at the crotch, licking, flapping, wagging wonderfully. Pam gasped loudly, and Tammy looked down over the hem of her skirt and watched her teacher licking her panties.
Then he peeled her pink dainties down ever so slowly, drawing them down her thighs to her knees. He craned his head in and kissed her cunt softly, his mouth open.
He sucked lightly, and then he wiggled his tongue up and down her slick cunt slit. He kissed, sucked and licked the gorgeous girl's pussy.
The lovely little blonde stood posed with legs apart, her panties stretched just above her knees, her skirt up. She was a dream goddess, and the teacher felt honored to be snacking on her delicious cunt.
He reached behind her and clutched the cheeks of her exquisite young ass. They were slick as egg shells. He pinched his fingers into her buns and licked voraciously on her fuzzy muffin cunt.
"Whoooheeeewwww," Tammy moaned in a little-girl voice.
"He's kissin' your cunt, Tammy," Pam whispered.
"I know! I know!" Tammy gulped.
"How's it feel?"
"Oh, God! Real good!"
"Kiss her cunt, Sir!" Pam huffed at her teacher.
Indeed he was kissing Tammy's cunt, and he was sucking it too, pulling the sweet stuff into his mouth, nibbling with his teeth, finding her hard clit, and running his tongue over it.
"Ah, wow! Ahhhh, Sir!"
"Your pussy is delicious, darling," Mr. Donne mumbled. "I love your cunt."
These erotic murmurings really made Tammy hot. She felt the surge of a climax begin slowly, then tickle her whole being. She was jerked forward at the waist, her upper body pulled toward and over the cunt-eating teacher.
"Ah, ah, sheeeez, it feels sooooo good!" Tammy whined loudly.
"She's cummin'!" Pamrny yelped.
Mr. Donne ate wildly at her cunt, chewing, nibbling, sucking, kissing, tongue-fucking her clit, making her cum with such a force she damn nejar fainted.
Finished, he crawled over to Pam, left Tammy trembling, her finger in her cunt, massaging the still-tingling clit.
Mr. Donne kissed Pam's pussy lovingly, licked at her brown cunt fuzz, slicked his tongue up and down her cunt slit. He reached behind her and clapped his hands to her chubbetteass, feeling the tight, smooth asscheeks.
His tongue did lickety-splits up and down her pussy slit, and then he finally fucked his tongue into her cunt, and slipped it like a snake in and out, in and out.
"Goddam!" Pam yelped.
He sucked on her sweet pussy, ate at it like a hungry dog with a big, wet, wild tongue. Slap, splash, splat, his tongue flapped at her pussy.
Tammy fingered her own pussy lightly, liking the sight of Mr. Donne on his knees gobbling at Pam's pussy. She had never seen anything as exciting. Her finger worked faster and faster in her hot little cunt.
Mr. Donne slobbered at Pam's muffin pussy as though he were paying homage to Venus. He felt so lucky to be enjoying this fabulous erotic activity with these two lovely teenaged girls.
Pay them? he thought to himself. Damn right, I'll pay them . . . anytime they want me to.
"Oh, God, Tammy!" Pam cried. "He's kissin' and lickin' me down there."
"I know he is," Tammy said, still finger-fucking her cunt.
Pam came. She gasped loudly, her breath sucked in, stuck in her throat for a moment, then she heaved out a long, loud sigh.
When he had finished pleasuring Pam's pussy, Mr. Donne stood up again. His big cock was rigid, still like a lead pipe.
"Now kiss my prick, girls," he instructed.
Both Pam and Tammy knelt down in all their beauty before the teacher. Pam was first to plant a puckered bubble-gum kiss on the tip of his prick.
"Ah, ahhh, yeah!" the teacher groaned.
Pam's lips were sealed on the cockhead, and she kissed the giant cockhead and held the cock midway on the shimmering shaft. She pulled off it and blew a big pink bubble. Mr. Donne loved this. He humped forward and speared the big bubble with his cock. It coated the head of his prick, and Pam ate it off, licking, chewing, kissing her teacher's prick.
"Your turn, Tammy," Pam said, sitting back on her heels, looking at the drooling cock.
Tammy moved in and rained tiny kisses all over the bulbous cockhead, little love pecks from her candy-red lips. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Then she opened her mouth and sealed her lips on his prickhead, kissed his cock longingly, hotly.
"Oh, darling!" he moaned in joy.
Then both girls began kissing all over his huge prick. Pam swirled her tongue over the cockhead, then licked and kissed down the side. Tammy did the same on the other side of his cock. They had Mr. Donne on the edge of paradise.
Tammy could feel his cock throb and pulse on her lips as she kissed along the length of the cockshaft. Pam went back to the big, red cock-head, slicked her lips over the top and began sucking.
Then Tammy sucked him, her wonderful mouth around the cock's topside, her double ponytails bobbing on her head as she slurped on the giant cock.
"Ah, girls, girls . . . you're so naughty."
"But you like us to be naughty, don't you, Sir?" Tammy whispered, wiggling her tongue along the side of his cock, down into his balls, along the underside and took over the cock-sucking.
"Yes, be naughty little girls and suck my prick for me."
"Tammy's suckin' it, Sir," Pam said.
Tammy was sucking him, and she felt the cock enlarge in her mouth, felt the first splash of cum. She pulled her mouth off his prick and it sent a huge gusher of cock cream spitting from the tip.
"Oh, shit! He's shootin'!" Pam cried.
Pam grabed the cock midway on the stalk and began pumping out his huge load. Splashes of cock cream shot into Pam's face. A glob of cum big as a silver dollar bit Tammy on the cheek, clung there for a moment and dribbled down her neck.
Splashes of cum splattered on Pam's chin, her open mouth. A big gob bit her just below the eye. Tammy stuck her finger down in her own pussy, grabbed Mr. Donne's prick with her other hand and helped Pam pump out all the jizz.
Big gushers of cum spurted from the pricktip and sailed through the air, splashing all over the young girls. A huge splash of cum hit Pam on her red sweater and hung there like a pendant.
"Oh, girls, girls, girls!" Mr. Donne whimpered as he shot off.
"He's shootin' all over us, Tammy," Pam sighed loudly.
"Yeah, all over us!"
"Oh, girls, you are such divine angels."
"Sir, you're still squirtin'," Pam said in wonderment as she watched the creamy eruption from his pulsing prick.
Tammy kept pumping with Pammy on his cock, milking the cum-load out.
"He's really shootin', isn't he?" Pam whispered.
"Yeah, he's really shootin'," Tammy answered, a wry smile on her lips-a reflection of the power she felt as she controlled her teacher's cum-spitting prick.
Chapter Four
Pam and Tammy were sitting at the Pizza Heaven. They had just finished a medium pizza and were sipping Cokes.
"See, I told you. We can get anything we want at that high school," Pam said.
"God, we've got almost two hundred dollars here from Mr. Donne."
"He was really hot for us, wasn't he?"
"Yeah, he really was," Tammy smiled, thinking about the panting, gulping, heated passion
Mr. Donne had showed them.
"We'll just share all the money we make, and when we've got enough, we'll split for Los Angeles. Okay?"
"Sure, I'm game," Tammy said.
"We'll have to have enough money to pay for tickets, and then have enough to last us for a while until we find a school. We gotta get A's here to transfer."
"What kind of school, another high school?"
"Maybe a drama school . . . but somewhere I can learn to act. I wanna be an actress," Pam said.
Tammy had never thought about that... about what she would want to be, but the vision Pam had of a life as an actress intrigued her, and she decided that was what she wanted too.
"I just don't think it's gonna be that tough pulling all this off," Pam said confidently, her succulent lips puckered around a soggy straw, sucking lewdly, the thin straw between her fingers-a pinch of thumb and forefinger gliding up and down the straw.
"And the money we make on our own?" Tammy asked, thinking maybe there might be times when Pam wasn't around and she could earn some cash.
"We keep it ourselves."
They agreed and left Pizza Heaven, two sweetheart lovelies with a plan to conquer the world.
Tammy had only one class left on the following Friday afternoon before a football game. She went to her locker and got her cheerleading uniform, then went to the girls' room and changed. Today the girls had decided to wear the yellow sweaters with blue stripes down the shoulders and sleeves, the Navy-blue skirts with inverted yellow pleats, the bright, shiny, yellow bloomers, dark-blue knee socks, and yellow tennis shoes.
She slipped into the uniform and fixed her hair, pulling it back on the sides, flipping it into double ponytails, clipping them tight with rubber bands. Her bangs were soft on her forehead.
She glossed her lips with a deep apple-red, rouged her cheeks with a burnt-orange blush, and applied a touch of metallic to the center of the bottom lip, giving her thick lips a "pouty" look.
She went to her final class before the game ... history. She sat in the front row and listened to Mr. Plato lecture about Greek mythology.
Tammy watched the teacher. He was in his late forties, tall, ruggedly handsome, and looked somewhat like John Lennon might have looked at that age. Mr. Plato wore tinted glasses.
"Bacchus was the god of wine, revelry. They used to have festivals, dancing, drinking, and women did erotic dances."
Tammy knew Mr. Plato loved her ass. She could tell. She'd walked to the door after class, turned and caught him leaning back in his chair at the desk, his eyes fuck-hot on her exquisite, suckette ass.
She wondered if she could get an A from Mr. Plato. Maybe even get some money from him. She sat prettily, sexily in her cheerleading uniform, the blue pleats high on her tanned thighs. Her gorgeous legs were delicious-looking.
Tammy saw Mr. Plato scan her legs with his gaze as he lectured his class. She liked the power she felt, that she was manipulating her teacher.
When the bell rang and as the class filed out, Tammy lingered a minute, then gathered her books. She walked slowly to the door, her body rippling in her tight cheerleading uniform, her sweet tits sticking out against the yellow sweater.
Mr. Plato gawked at her, his eyes riveted to her ass as Tammy got to the door. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder, saw him staring at her ass.
She smiled and said: "I was wondering, Sir. Could I do something extra for an A in history?"
Mr. Plato heard in the sound of her voice a proposition. He was aware. He'd had high school girls come on to him before. He was no dummy.
"Well, Tammy, what do you mean by something extra?"
"Somethin' I could do to get a better grade, Sir."
"What did you have in mind?"
Tammy didn't know exactly how to handle the situation. "Well, I could let you finger me, and I could do you, too."
A shiver of excitement tingled through the handsome teacher. His body felt alive.
"Oh, you sweet lass," he said. "You divine darling. Of course, you can do something extra for an A. Of course you can, my precious pet. Come over here."
Tammy closed the door, made sure it was locked, and walked to the teacher's desk. She stood in front of Mr. Plato. He sat in his swivel chair, looking up at her radiant beauty.
"And I assume that by doing me, you mean masturbation," he whispered.
"Yeah," Tammy said. "I'll jerk you off."
"And I want you to do that to me, Tammy . . . oh, yes, I want you to jack me off. But first, darling, you must let me fondle your ass. You must let me caress your beautiful butt."
Tammy had never had anyone talk to her Hke this. She felt a ripple of erotic excitement buzz through her.
"My butt, Sir? You wanna feel my butt?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes!"
He reached up, twirled her around, and plunged his hands into the blue-and-yellow pleats of her little cheerleading skirt, his fingers fanning over the pliant curves of her marvelous ass.
He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, felt the smooth, bright yellow bloomers as he lifted her skirt high above her ass.
"You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen, Miss Bixley," he whispered.
"Thank you, Sir."
"It's fabulous, darling. It's a sweetheart ass that needs to be worshiped," Mr. Plato said, his hands squeezing, gliding, pinching, feeling all over Tammy's ass.
"I've seen you lookin' at it, Sir," Tammy said.
"Yes, I have, sweet darling."
"I've seen you really stare it down, Mr. Plato."
"Yes, I have. Your ass is a work of art, Miss Bixley. I love your ass."
His hands peeled her yellow bloomers down on her thighs. Her curved, round ass was exposed to him, the sleek, slick asscheeks, the cute crack.
"Oh shit," he mumbled. "Oh, Tammy! Your ass. Your adorable ass, darling!"
"When you get done playin' with it, I'll jerk you off," Tammy said, looking back over her shoulder.
Mr. Plato pulled her down into the chair with him so she sat on his lap. He kissed her hotly, their lips mashing together. His hands slid down onto her thighs, pried them open, and rubbed at her pussy. He slicked his other hand under her skirt, snaked it along the crack of her ass, and plugged another finger up her shithole. He started finger-fucking her pussy and her asshole at the same time.
Tammy was swooning with pleasure. She felt the throb of his cock against her legs and ass as she sat on his lap.
Mr. Plato had Tammy hot. She loved the way he worked his fingers, so slow, so nice, fucking her cunt and her asshole. She also loved the feel of his cock sticking up against his slacks and mashed into her ass flesh.
He reached under her.
"Slide . . . just lift up a little," he whispered.
Tammy lifted off him a little as he requested. Mr. Plato took his prick out. The long, shimmering fuck-stalk snapped up between Tammy's thighs. She sat back down on his lap. She looked down to see the man's cock sticking up at her, the cockhead shaped like an apple; all red, swollen and foaming out thick bubbles of pre-cum. Mr. Plato's cock was thick, and it was long. She marveled at how all her teachers had such big pricks and how they got so hot and hard over her.
His prick stuck up above her thighs a good five inches. She watched the pre-cum foam out and slide down the long cocklance like beer fizz, running onto her thighs. She squeezed those golden thighs together and felt the heat and throb of his cock against her smooth skin.
"Pull up your sweater for me," Mr. Plato whispered.
Tammy was trembling from the erotic thrill that twinkled all through her body. She pulled her sweater up, revealing a tight yellow bra.
Her yellow panties had fallen to her ankles, and they now drooped from one ankle, just hanging there. Her cheerleading skirt was bunched up on her waist, and Mr. Plato shivered with excitement. He reached up, cupped her tits out of her bra and sat them up over the top.
"Such nice round titties," Mr. Plato said, his lingers fucking the lovely schoolgirl in her ass and in her cunt. His prick pulsed, throbbed lewdly between her thighs. "You can jerk me off now."
He craned his head out and sucked a tit into his mouth, tongued the nipple, bit lightly, then sucked some more. He did the same with the other tit, and all the time his fingers kept fucking.
Tammy grabbed the top half of his prick. She gasped, feeling the burning prick in her little hand, feeling the incredible hardness, stiff as a pipe. She watched more pre-cum drool from the pricktip.
He continued sucking on her tits and fucking her with his fingers. Tammy sat prettily on his lap, enjoying the slick slide of his finger in her cunt, and at the same time she got a good jerk going on his cock.
Mr. Plato came off her tits and relaxed as best he could in the chair.
"Oh, you gorgeous little bitch," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You're really jerkin' me, aren't you, Miss Bixley?"
"Yeah, and you're really fingerin' me, aren't you, Mr. Plato?"
"Oh, damn right! Do you like it?"
"Yes I do, Sir. Do you like it when I jerk your boner like this?"
"Oh, my dear! Yes! Oh, yes, I love it when you jerk my boner, love it so much . . . just as I love you."
"Ooooh, Sir," Tammy gasped. She'd never heard anyone say they loved her before in her life.
Her little hand pumped lewdly on the huge, thick prick, and gooshy pre-cum caked up around the rim of her thumb and forefinger. She hammered faster, harder on his prick.
The dewy spritz that spit from the cockhead ran down onto Tammy's hand, and she slicked the thick cream all over the throbbing cock as it stuck up between her thighs. She spread her legs to make it easier for Mr. Plato to finger-fuck her.
She sat sideways on his lap, looking sweetly demure, her hand pounding up and down on his prick. She loved his expert fingering, the way he just tickled her asshole, the way his other finger slushed in and out of her teen queen cunt.
"You're so goddamn beautiful," Mr. Plato whined deliriously.
She looked at her teacher, and she saw the passion etched upon his handsome face, the crinkles in his forehead, his mouth open. His breath was coming in short, jerky gulps.
Tammy pounded faster on his cock.
"It's splashing stuff out, Sir," she whispered.
"Milk it, honey, just pump on my prick, milk all the cream out," Mr. Plato panted.
"Jerk it faster, Sir?"
"Yeah, faster, baby!"
"Like this?" she said, and her hand became a blur.
She fucked his cock with her fist. He diddled her cunt and asshole. They were lost in the beautiful, erotic action of their passionate love-making.
He came off. His prick unleashed a thick torrent of cum that squirted high in the air. Tammy felt his prickstalk bulge and pulse in her hand.
"Oh, Mr. Plato . . . oh wow . . . it's just gooshin' out!"
Big splashes of cum spit out and splattered back down all over her lovely thighs. Jism smacked onto her belly just above where Mr. Plato fingered her cunt. More cum shot high in the air, landed on the inverted pleats of her cheerleading skirt.
Tammy pumped wildly on the climaxing cock, and then she felt her own orgasm-a sweet rippling tingle started slowly and then shook her all over. Her body stiffened. Her hand kept jerking. The pleasure swept over her.
"Oh, Sir!" she sobbed. "It feels soooo good!"
"Darling, darling, sweetheart!" Mr. Plato murmured, completely lost in his exciting climax.
When she had finished jerking all his cock cream out, when she had finished cumming, Tammy tried to catch her breath. She looked down and saw the puddle of cum all over her legs, all over her flat belly.
She slid off him. She kept her skirt up high over her little blonde cunt.
"I'm wet all over, Sir," she said, looking down at her thighs.
"Yes, yes, I can see."
Cum dripped down her thighs to her knee socks. Then she looked over and saw him sitting there, his big prick sticking out of the fly of his slacks.
"Oh, Sir! That thing is huge," Tammy said, her voice a low whisper.
"Eleven inches," he said proudly.
His prick was still hard, all gooey with cum. He was leaning back in his chair.
She stood elegantly beautiful in front of him, holding her skirt up. Her yellow bloomers were still hooked around one ankle. Her tight yellow sweater was pulled up over her bra and her tits still sat like expensive pearls over the bra.
Tammy's beautiful face was flushed. Her cheeks were bright red. Her lips were still lipsticked red. Her double ponytail, two blonde falls bobbed at the sides of her head, made her look childlike. Cum slithered down her thighs, over her knees, down onto her dark-blue knee socks. A big gob of cock cream ran down her belly and trickled into the blonde hair on her cunt.
"I can't let my skirt down. It'll get all gooey," Tammy said.
Mr. Plato got out of the chair. He fell to his knees before the teen goddess. He took his hankie from his pocket, and he tenderly, lovingly patted away the squishy splats of his fuck-cream.
Tammy stood above him, her skirt held high, peeking down over the hem, watching her teacher wipe up his cum-load. He craned in and kissed her cunt, licked up and down very slowly.
"Oooo, mmmm," he mumbled. "Your sweet pussy is delicious, Tammy."
"You're gonna have to pay me somethin' to kiss it, Sir," Tammy whispered, remembering how Tammy had worked the money game with Mr. Donne.
"Huh?" Mr. Plato said, stopping, looking up at Tammy. "Pay you?"
"Yes . . . to kiss it."
"Oh, yes, of course, darling.! want to pay you. How much?"
"I don't know, Sir . . . maybe uh, well. . ."
Mr. Plato got his wallet out. He reached inside and took out three twenty-dollar bills. He handed them up to Tammy.
"You darling minx," he murmured, then he spun Tammy around, clutched his hands to the round curves of her asscheeks and ran his tongue all over her fine young ass.
His tongue found the furry valley of her ass crack and he licked lickety-split up and down.
"Sir, what are you doin'?"
"I'm honoring your magnificent ass, Tammy. It's the most beautiful ass in the whole world, and I'm licking it."
"Oh, jeez, Sir, ah, ah, ah, whew . . . " Tammy babbled, never having felt such pleasure as the feeling now radiating through her body.
Mr. Plato wagged his tongue wildly up and down her ass crack. Then he kissed her asshole, ran his tongue around the tight bud.
"Sir!" Tammy gasped loudly. "You're ticklin' my asshole with your tongue. Oh, Sir . . . that's really dirty."
"I'd eat your shit," Mr. Plato said, his tongue flapping all over Tammy's little asshole.
She stood with her skirt up, feeling the delightful eroticism of his act. "Oh, God, you'd what, Sir?"
"I'd eat your shit, Tammy."
"Oh, you're kissin' my butthole, Sir."
"I know. Do you like.it?"
"Yeah, yeah . . . wow!"
"Tell me what I'm doin' to you," Mr. Plato urged, spreading Tammy's asscheeks so he could better diddle his tongue on her asshole.
"You're lickin' my butt, Sir."
"Mmmmm, nunmm! Delicious!" the teacher babbled.
"Shit, Sir ... oh shit, you better stop," Tammy moaned with glee. She was feeling weak all over.
"Stick your finger in your pussy and finger-fuck yourself," Mr. Plato whispered, then he fucked his tongue up into Tammy's asshole.
"Ooowhooff!" Tammy cried, fucking a finger into her dripping pussy. She fucked herself with a fast jerk-stroke.
Mr. Plato fucked her asshole with his lewd tongue. Tammy fucked her cunt with her tickling fingers. She thought she was on a cloud somewhere. She was light-headed. Her climax started at the center of her beautiful body and spread slowly to all parts.
She shuddered all over.
"Oh, Mr. Plato!" she whimpered.
He licked and tongue-fucked Tammy's asshole, heightening the thrill of her orgasm. She finally stumbled away from the teacher, fell against the desk, huffing, puffing, still holding up her little cheerleading skirt.
"Oh, God, Sir ... "
He was still on his knees. His cock was like a hammer handle sticking out of his fly.
"Now you kiss me down there," he said.
"Should I?" Tammy said, still clutching the sixty dollars.
"I'd really like to fuck you, Tammy. That's what I'd really like to do, darling."
"I've never done that, Sir," Tammy blushed.
"Then you should . . . you should do it with me."
"Let you put that big squirty thing in my cookie?"
"Yeah!"
"I better not, Sir. We said just kissing."
"Okay, but tomorrow I'll bring a hundred dollars for you, if you'll let me fuck you. Think about it, will you, Tammy?"
"Yes," she said, He crawled to his chair and sat down. He took his slacks and shorts off and sat only in his shirt and tie. His eleven-inch prick stuck up high and hard.
"You still owe kissin' me," he said.
Tammy came over and knelt between his spread legs. She marveled at his hairy balls, big lemon-size balls that hung over the edge of the chair. Tammy inspected his huge prick. She shuddered at the shimmering length.
She put her hands on his thighs, bent down and puckered her red lips on the tip of his prick.
"Ah, my sweet darling, kiss my cock," Mr. Plato whined.
Tammy kissed all over the pricktip. Her lips were open, juicy, soft, warm. The pleasure of her kissing sent Mr. Plato into a swooning groan of glee.
She kissed and kissed, then ran her tongue over the gooey cocktip. She swirled her tongue all around his cockhead, almost as if she were working on a chocolate swirl from the Dairy Queen.
"You sweet little fucker! Do you know how good that makes me feel, you kissin' and lickin' my cock like that?"
"Does it feel real good, Sir?" Tammy whispered, glancing up at him.
Their fuck-hot eyes met. She saw the love, the passion he felt for her on his face. She bent back down and sucked the head of his prick into her warm mouth.
Tammy looked marvelous on her knees between her teacher's legs. She was bent over, her head bobbing slowly and her lips were around the top of Mr. Plato's huge prick. She looked cute in her cheerleading uniform. Her ponytails bobbled as she sucked his prick.
"Suck me, Tammy!" Mr. Plato puffed.
She grasped his prick midway down, began pumping it as she sucked.
"I'm gonna cum!" Plato yelped.
Tammy felt the spray of cock cream in her mouth. His thick cum-load almost choked her. She raised up off his prick, but kept pumping the cockshaft. Cum oozed from her mouth, down over her lips, onto her chin.
She jerked furiously on his big prick, got hold of it with both hands and pounded wildly. Mr. Plato groaned loudly as he shot his cum-load. Cream jetted out of his prick. Tammy pumped harder, faster. The jizz just kept shooting, hitting her on the face, all over her yellow sweater, her tits, her bra.
"I love you!" Mr. Plato yelped. "I wanna fuck you!"
"Maybe I'll let you, if you pay me a hundred dollars like you said," Tammy whispered, pushing, pulling with both hands, milking his big horse-prick.
He fell back limply in the chair. Tammy stood up, took his hankie and wiped away the streaks of cum from her tits, her sweater, and patted her mouth dry. She put her tits back in the bra, pulled her sweater down, then straightened her little skirt, reached down and pulled up her bloomers, wiggling into them.
"I have to go cheerlead," she said, walking toward the door.
Mr. Plato sat in his chair, still puffing, breathing in short gasps. His cock, all slick with cream, was bending downward in a thick baloney-type curl.
"God, you look good," he whispered.
Tammy smiled broadly. She saw him staring intently at her curvy ass. She swung her purse over her shoulder, then reached behind her and lifted the little cheerieading skirt, pulled the pleats up over her tight, shiny yellow bloomers. She bent over at the waist so her ass stuck out, lewdly beautiful.
"Oh, shit, Tammy," the teacher mumbled. "So goddamn gorgeous, that ass . . . that goddess ass."
Tammy was thrilled. She liked that reference. She wiggled her ass cutely at Mr. Plato.
"Are you coming to the game, Sir?" she whispered.
"I wouldn't miss seeing you do all those sexy moves of yours out there on the field, you're so beautifully bodacious."
"Bodacious? What's that, Sir," Tammy said, rolling her ass in sweet semi-circles, the yellow bloomers tight on her round ass.
"Blatantly sexy . . . and you are that, my darling, you are sexy," Mr. Plato said. His hand stroked his limp prick.
"You've been at all the games, haven't you?" she said.
"Uh, huh ... just to see you . . . you give me a big hard-on when I watch."
"Ooooh, that's naughty, Sir," Tammy said.
She put her hands on her knees like one of her cheerieading routines required, then she rolled her magnificent ass.
Mr. Plato pumped his hardening cock. "Yeah, you'll make me shoot off in my shorts, honey."
"In the bleachers?"
"Yes."
"Oh, God, Sir. I gotta go. Come to the game, and I'll be especially sexy for you," Tammy purred.
She lowered her skirt, opened the door, and walked out.
"What a beautiful darling," Mr. Plato panted, pounding on his big prick.
Chapter Five
Tammy and Pam were walking down that hall at school the Monday following the football game at which they did their cheerleading routine, to the delight of the males in the crowd. They had danced, waved their pompoms, waved their asses, wiggled, and done their routines with an exciting teenage verve.
Tammy had paid particular attention to Mr. Plato, who came late to the game after their sex-session in his office. She saw how he gawked at her. He sat up in the back row of the bleachers. Tammy knew he had a big hard-on for her, and she was especially salacious in her interpretations of the cheering routines. She got excited thinking about her teacher in the bleachers, squirting cum in his shorts . . .
The girls looked delicious on Monday. Tammy wore a short Navy-blue skirt with pleats, and the hem swirled sexily above her knees. Her round, orange-sized tits pushed lewdly at a tight pink camisole with spaghetti straps. She had on a pair of little blue pumps with mid-heels. Her tanned legs looked smooth and graceful.
Pam had on a pair of tight jeans and a light-blue sweater. She wore white tennis shoes. She had her hair feathered on the sides.
Tammy had fixed her hair so that it was tight to her head, parted in the middle, a smart wide part, and her bangs flopped cutely on her forehead. She had the rest of her hair twirled into looping braids off the top of her head, hanging from the sides.
"You mean Mr. Plato wants fucking, huh? Give you a hundred dollars?" Pam said.
"Yeah," Tammy answered. "He gets so hot . . . but he's got such a big prick."
"You sure it's eleven inches?"
"Oh, jeez, yes ... or more!"
"God!"
"Have you ever fucked, Pam?"
"Sure . . . lots."
"I haven't," Tammy said.
"Aw, come on."
"No, really."
"Well, fuck him. You'll like fucking."
"Think I should?"
"Absolutely, and see if he wants to give me a hundred bucks for fucking with him, too."
"God, it seems like everyone at this school is doin' some kind of sex thing," Tammy said.
"Yeah, I know . . . what time is it?"
"Just after one."
"Come here with me, I'll show you something."
The lovely young girls walked down the stairs to the home economics department. Pam tiptoed to a classroom. She took Tammy's hand and pulled her to the door.
Tammy saw Miss Shaw, a young student teacher, standing near a desk. She had dark-brown hair that was done in a short ice-skater cut. She wore a brown sweater and a yellow skirt. She had big tits that made her sweater bulge obscenely. Her hips, belly, ass, were all well molded. She had on dark nylons and a pair of dark-brown heels.
She leaned back against the desk.
Mr. Olson, the math teacher, a short man in his thirties, took off his suit coat. He pulled the young student teacher into his arms and kissed her.
"They're gonna fuck," Pam whispered. "They been fuckin' every day at this same time all semester."
Mr. Olson pulled Miss Shaw's skirt up. She wore white panties and a black garter belt. He stuck his hand between her legs and fiddled with her pussy through her tight panties.
"See, I told you," Pam said.
The two teachers kissed hotly. Miss Shaw reached down and squeezed the hard-on in Mr. Olson's slacks. He slid one hand around behind her and fondled her ass.
Miss Shaw unzipped his fly and took out a thug-like prick, short, but thick as a wrist. She pumped her hand on the man's cock.
Mr. Olson, breaking away from the kiss, shoved his hand in her panties. He jerked around in there.
Then Mr. Olson pulled her pants down on her thighs. He humped down, knees bent, and stuck his prick in her cunt. They started fucking, standing up against the desk.
"See?" Pam whispered.
"Let's fuck on the desk," they heard Mr. Olson say.
Then they saw him pull his prick out of Miss Shaw. She slid up, sat on the desk, then lay back, pulled up her skirt and took her panties down. They dangled from her hand as Mr. Olson climbed up, his slacks and shorts down around his ankles. His balls dropped down, and his short plug-prick stuck out like a five-inch piece of steel.
He humped his ass and fucked his cock into Miss Shaw's cunt. She spread her legs wide, wound the nylon loveliness around Mr. Olson. He pumped slowly on top of her. She lay there, her panties dangling from her hand.
Tammy and Pam watched.
"They're really fuckin' now," Pam said.
"Yeah," Tammy whispered.
"They do it every day, too. God, that makes me hot," Pam said.
"Me, too."
The pretty young girls watched their teachers fuck off a wild and hot piece of ass. Miss Shaw began bouncing up and down under the thumping form of Mr. Olson. She wrapped her legs around him even tighter.
"Screw me, damn it!" they heard Miss Shaw urging.
"Oh, honey!" Mr. Olson yipped.
"Come on, fuck me!" Miss Shaw yelled.
"I love fuckin' you!" he huffed.
"Here I cum!" Miss Shaw yelped.
He hammered faster on top of her. They fucked furiously, a sight of beauty and erotic pleasure to the two schoolgirls peeking in through the slightly ajar door.
Mr. Olson fucked harder, faster, slid one hand up under Miss Shaw's sweater while he humped up and down, his hand squeezing the young teacher's huge tits.
"I love these big melons . . . they're like big cantaloupes," Mr. Olson cried.
"I'm cummin'!" Miss Shaw screeched.
"Big woofers, love these jugs," he said, his ass hammering like a jack. "I'm gonna shoot my wad!"
"Shoot it!" Miss Shaw sobbed.
Pam was rubbing the crotch of her jeans.
"I'm so hot, Tammy," she whispered.
"God . . .me, too!"
"They're really fuekin' in there on that desk."
Indeed they were, the two teachers reaching a climax of shuddering pleasure. Miss Shaw bumped and bounced on top of the desk. And, on top of her, Mr. Olson's body looked as though he were doing a series of lightning-fast push-ups.
"They're cummin'," Tammy whispered.
"Come on, let's go down to the bathroom and finger-fuck, okay?" Pam said, retreating from the door.
Tammy followed her to the girls' room. They went in and found an empty toilet stall. Pam locked the door.
"You can sit on the toilet this time," she said to Tammy.
Pam took her jeans down, thumbed a tight pair of white cotton panties, stripped them down on her thighs, and leaned back against the wall of the stall. She stuck a finger in her pussy.
Tammy sat down on the toilet, her skirt up around her waist. She lifted off the shiny, black seat and tugged her panties down until they fluffed in a pile of pink around her little heels.
She looked adorable with her double ponytail, her flushed cheeks, her pink-glossed lips, her mouth open as though she were blowing little smoke rings.
She slid down on the seat, spread her legs. Her blonde pussy was like a juicy cupcake. She slipped a finger in her cunt slit.
"Oh, God, I love masturbatin'," Pam whispered.
"Yeah," Tammy said, fucking her finger wildly in her own pussy.
"God, they fucked, didn't they?"
"Yeah," Tammy said. "They were really screwin' on that desk."
"Shit, I liked the way his ass pumped up and down."
"And Miss Shaw's legs wrapped around him like that."
"Oh, God, Tammy, I'm feeHn' good ..."
"Yeah, me, too."
"I'm so hot."
"Mr. Plato licked my ass," Tammy sobbed.
"What. . . oh, no . . . he what?"
"He licked my asshole. He stuck his tongue up there."
"Oh, shit, the horny old bastard. Oh, fuck! Did you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, God, a tongue up your ass, Tammy. That lewd bastard."
"He said he loved my goddess ass," Tammy said.
"God, and he fucked your butt with his tongue."
"Really licked my ass."
"And he wants to pay you to fuck, too."
"Yeah, money!"
"Oh, shit, Tammy, I'm gonna cum!" Pam sighed, her body shuddering as she leaned against the toilet stall, climaxing.
Tammy watched Pam and humped her ass off the toilet seat, pushed up to her fucking finger, diddled herself in a fast jerk, felt the ripple of divine delight tingle through her, then consume her in a shaking orgasm.
"Ooof! Uh!" Tammy panted.
"I'm cummin', dammit!" Pam cried.
The two lovely schoolgirls came together in the toilet stall, Tammy humped up off the black toilet seat, her legs spread, her panties pulled tight around her ankles, her hand a blur as it danced on her cunt ... and Pam sliding down the wall of the stall, her legs bending at the knees, her hand jerking between her legs.
Pam's eyes were closed, her mouth open, her face a mask of erotic excitement. Tammy's eyes were wide open. Her mouth formed a small O, her forehead wrinkled under her sweet, blonde bangs.
Tammy let the sizzle of her orgasm take her to the height of pleasure. She tingled all over, buzzed, felt good, then fell back on the toilet seat, huffing and puffing, all spread out her skirt up, her panties now a fluffy clump on her ankles, and her face . . . her face flushed with the glow of simmering satisfaction.
Both girls vibrated from their fabulous climaxes.
"God, I love masturbatin'," Pam whispered.
"It feels so good," Tammy puffed.
"Yeahhhh, real good."
"I wonder if men like to masturbate," Tammy said.
"Shit, you know they do."
"You think so?"
Pam smiled and pulled her panties into place. "I'll bet there are men out there right now jerkin' off over both of us."
"Aw, really, Pam?"
"Sure . . . pumpin' their hard pricks."
"Thinkin' of my goddess ass," Tammy whispered, her finger once again fucking in and out of her cunt.
Pam dug down into her panties. Her knuckles bulged out the crotch. "Oh, shit, Tammy . . . you gonna do it again?"
"Uh-huh."
Schoolgirl heaven there in the toilet stall- Pammy and Tammy finger-fucking their cunts, diddling their pussies.
"Ah, I love this!" Pam cried.
"Oh, yeah . . . masturbatin' . . . it's so good."
Chapter Six
Tammy was preparing for a Friday night football game, slipping into her uniform and thinking about why Mr. Plato, that handsome teacher of hers, had not yet approached her about fucking for one hundred dollars.
She was naked and standing in front of her mirror. She slipped into her dark-blue knee socks, tugged them up to her knees. She put on gold-yellow tennis shoes. She admired herself, saw the way her round, young tits stood so firm and pointed. She saw the flat sweep of her belly, the luscious curves of her hips. She turned and looked back at her bare ass.
"My goddess ass," she whispered, remembering what Mr. Plato had said.
Tammy stepped into, then pulled up her bright-yellow bloomers. She thumbed the elastic, pulled them into her crotch tightly so that they made a sweet muffin of yellow. The bloomers fit her tightly, like a glove. They cut right at the curves of her ass, cradled the lovely asscheeks.
She hooked her tits into a thin yellow bra that pulled them tightly together, lifted them shamelessly. Then she slipped into her cheerleading skirt, a tiny nylon mini. The skirt was dark blue with a yellow stripe on the hem where it stopped high on Tammy's brown, smooth thighs. Then she put on her yellow vest. It buttoned tightly down the middle with blue buttons. Her tits pushed at the skimpy top. The vest came just to the top of her skirt.
Tammy fixed her hair so that it parted in the middle. She combed her bangs straight across her forehead, then pulled the long soft blonde hair back into a ponytail and tied it with a dark-blue ribbon.
She rouged her fresh cheeks with a wine-rose blush, and then she glossed her lips with a cherry-red lipstick.
"Ready," she whispered.
She put on her blue-and-gold school jacket and went downstairs. Her mother was already half drunk in front of the TV set. Tammy slipped through the tiny living room, and walked to the schoolhouse six blocks away.
She was supposed to meet Pam at school, do some stretching exercises before the game.
She opened the schoolhouse door and headed down the empty stairs. School always seemed like a museum when no one was around, Tammy thought. She turned a curve on the stairs and met Mr. Preston, the journalism teacher.
He had a camera with him. He stopped, pointed it at Tammy and took a picture.
"Hey, how about letting me take a couple more? I'll develop them tomorrow and give you copies," Mr. Preston said.
"Sure," Tammy agreed.
She leaned back against the banister, looking adorable, sexy, salacious, beautiful in her yellow-and-blue cheerleading uniform. Mr. Preston snapped a picture of her.
Tammy smiled and he took another.
"Why don't you just kinda put one leg up on that stair?" he said.
Tammy put one leg up on the next step. Her little skirt pulled up high on her thighs. Mr. Preston eagerly took a picture of her.
Then Tammy saw the cock-bulge in his slacks, and she realized what he was doing.
"Now, maybe pull your skirt up a little," Mr. Preston said.
"I know what kind of picture you want, Sir," Tammy said, "and you'd have to pay me for those."
"Oh, sure ... ah, well ..."
He took out his wallet. He reached in and found three twenties. He handed them to Tammy.
Tammy took the money and put it in her little purse.
"Let's go in the boys' room," he said.
"Okay."
Tammy hung her purse on a hook on the wall. She turned, stood near a sink. The room smelled of fresh pine oil. She pulled her skirt up higher on her thighs.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Yes," Mr. Preston panted. "Higher."
She pulled the little blue skirt up over her yellow bloomers. Mr. Preston took a picture, then another. Tammy held her skirt out and up with her hands, showing him her bloomers. He snapped another picture.
Her tight yellow bloomers were scrunched sudculently in at her crotch. She leaned back against the sink basin, still holding her fluffy pleats, the blue ripples, around her waist, letting her teacher shoot pictures of her panties.
Tammy thought how she also needed to manipulate Mr. Preston so he would give her an A in journalism. She thought she might write about all this someday. She smiled seductively as the trembling teaeher shot more pictures of her, inserted a new roll quickly into the camera and focused again on her.
"Why don't you pull your panties down for me, Tammy?" he whispered.
She eyed his cock-bulge, like a curving banana, pressing against his tight brown slacks. She knew he was hot for her. A dark spot spread at his crotch.
"Pull my bloomers down, Sir? Show you everything?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Mr. Preston gasped.
"You didn't say anything about pulling my bloomers down, Mr. Preston."
"But ..."
"I'd pull 'em down for you ... if I could have an A in journalism."
"Done!" he said quickly.
Tammy positioned her sweet ass on the white rim of the sink. She held up her skirt with her elbows. She leaned over a bit, and peeled the yellow bloomers slowly down the flat of her stomach, down onto the lushness of her thighs, and showed Mr. Preston her precious blonde pussy.
"Oh, God!" the teacher gulped.
She knew he was hers. She controlled him.
He snapped wildly on the camera, shooting hot pictures of the young cheerleader's cute cunt.
Tammy rolled her wet, pink tongue over her cherry lips, leaving them glistening, glossy, suck-sweet.
"Go in and sit on the toilet," Mr. Preston said, indicating Tammy should retreat to an open toilet stall before them.
She let her skirt drop and walked to the toilet. She hiked her skirt up again, turned around, her ass to the toilet, and sat down on the black seat. Her bloomers were tight in a pull on her thighs.
"Take 'em down some more," Mr. Preston suggested.
Tammy tugged her bloomers down just below her knees. They stretched there in a yellow sash. She leaned back on the toilet, slid out on the seat, her pussy a delicate dessert.
Mr. Preston greedily took pictures of darling Tammy sitting on the toilet. He finally took the camera strap from around his neck, hung the instrument on the hook sticking from the stall door, and turned to Tammy.
"Do you know you're the most beautiful girl in school here?"
"Thank you, Sir."
"You are absolutely lovely, Tammy," he whispered.
His cock throbbed, thumped against his tight slacks. His eyes were wide. He gawked at the beautiful cheerleader on the toilet.
Tammy looked back at the teacher. He had a stocky build, and he wore dark-brown glasses, had dark-brown hair. She figured Mr. Preston to be in his thirties.
Mr. Preston's hand was massaging his crotch, rolling his palm on the bulge of his hard-on. "Did you like taking pictures, Tammy?"
"Yeah, that was fun," Tammy said.
"I'd like to do it again sometime. Would you come over to my house?"
"And take pictures?"
"Yes."
"I guess I could. Are you gonna pay me to model for you?"
"Indeed I will, Tammy," he said quickly.
He slowly unzipped, reached in and yanked out a hard, bristling seven-inch prick. It stuck out from his fly, and the bulging prickhead was all foamy, bubbly with pre-cum.
He jerked slowly on his prick.
"Sir, whatcha doin'? Are you gonna masturbate?"
"Yes, to you, darling . . . you beautiful wonder."
Tammy sat on the toilet seat, her skirt still up, her bloomers down on her knees. Her precious pussy looked good enough to suck on forever.
Mr. Preston pumped his prick and looked at her, drank in her adorable beauty, her glorious young body.
"Oooofff!" he gasped, sucking in his breath.
"God, Sir! You're jerkin' off to me!" Tammy whispered.
Tammy was fascinated by the man's hand, the way he clutched his hard prick, the way he pumped his cock, his thumb extended like he was hitchhiking.
He unbuckled his belt with his free hand, and his slacks fell around his ankles. He stopped jacking his prick, pulled his shorts down and let them fall.
His balls dangled down. Tammy gasped. They were big, round, the sack heavy and full. His cock thrummed, thumped. A gob of pre-cum spit from the piss slit.
Tammy eyed his cock, the smooth marble skin of the cockshaft, the thickness of the stalk. She saw the teacher grab his prick and begin pumping again. He leaned back against the door of the toilet stall, spread his legs, bent his knees, and jerked his cock faster.
This really excited Tammy. She felt a glowing excitement sizzle through her.
Mr. Preston gawked at the cute cheerleader spread out on the toilet seat. He moved over to her, stood above her.
"Can I touch your cunt?"
"I guess," Tammy said.
He reached down and slipped his hand between her legs and flattened his fingers against her teen queen cunt.
"Oh, God," he muttered as he turned just a little sideways, grabbed his prick with his other hand and jerked.
His finger fucked into Tammy's pussy.
Tammy gulped loudly.
She watched him jerk lewdly on his steaming cock. Then she looked down and saw his hand, his finger fucking into her cunt.
Mr. Preston was bent at the knees, humped down so he could finger-fuck her pussy. His other hand continued a precision jerk-stroke.
Tammy reached out and tickled his big balls.
"Oh, yeah, touch my balls, baby," Mr. Preston huffed hotly.
Tammy scratched at his balls, bobbled them on her fingers, tickled the big hairy ball sack. He fucked her pussy with his finger, and he jerked wildly on his prick.
"You like this, Tammy?"
"Yes, you're fingerin' me."
"Yeah, and jerkin' off to you."
"God, I know! You're really jerkin', Sir!"
"Look good to you?"
"Yes, Sir. Yeah, I like it!"
"I like pumpin' my prick for you, Tammy."
"Do it then, Sir, pump it for me."
"I am, and I'll jack off to the pictures I took of you, too."
"Oooo, Sir!"
"Damn right."
Tammy watched him jerk on his cock. She loved the tingle of his finger in her cunt. She squeezed his balls.
"Masturbate to my pictures, Sir?"
"Right."
"Oh, God, Sir!"
"I love this, Tammy."
"Beat it, Mr. Preston! Beat your meat for me! Really beat it!"
"Yes, yes, talk to me like that, Tammy!"
"Pound your prick, Sir. I love seein' you do it," Tammy teased. "Beat it, Sir, beat it . . . beat it all the way!"
He came.
His hand was a blur, but the tip of his prick foamed, frothed and spit out a huge wad of cum against the wall of the toilet stall.
"Ohhhhh!" he hollered.
His finger kept fucking her pussy. She got all turned on seeing him squirt out all that steaming cock cream. She climaxed so quickly it jerked her upright on the toilet, brought her up to a sitting position with her back straight as a board. Her intensity made her hand squeeze Mr. Preston's balls.
"Ah, ooooh!" he yelped, and more jizz shot from his cock.
"Ah, ah, ah . . . whooooof!" Tammy cried.
She fell back against the wall after her super Orgasm.
Mr. Preston began wiping his cummy cock with toilet paper. "You sure you're gonna come over to my house some night and model for me?"
"Yeah," Tammy said, thinking that he'd really have to pay for that.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars," he whispered, putting his soft prick into his pants, zipping up.
"What should I wear?" Tammy asked.
"Leave that to me . ... but I'd like you to come over in something sexy, okay?"
"You know my friend, Pam?" Tammy asked.
Mr. Preston's eyes reflected excitement. "Yes ..."
"She might pose, too . . . if you pay her."
"She's a cheerleader with you . . . and I've seen her around school, too," he said, his excitement growing. "Sure, have her come with you. I'll pay you both. How about tomorrow, Saturday night?"
"Okay," Tammy said.
She left the restroom and hurried to the football field. She was just in time to join Pam and the other cheerleaders in their first routine with the pep band.
Chapter Seven
Tammy bumped her hips to the left, to the right ... her legs were wide apart. The girls swayed and bounced to the band music. They bent over, put their hands on their knees, wiggled their little asses.
Tammy's tiny blue skirt pulled high on her ass, revealing her bright-yellow bloomers, the slice of skin below each asscheek. Pammy's skirt was high on her ass, too.
The girls turned around, and Tammy saw many of her teachers up in the bleachers looking at her. She smiled when she saw Mr. Plato, wondering if he had a hard prick in his shorts again. It thrilled her, remembering how he told her he shot off in his shorts one time while watching her cheerlead.
The game started, and the girls danced and cheered along the sidelines. Tammy was beside Pam, and she informed her of Mr. Preston's modeling offer.
"Sure, we'll let him take pictures and tease him to hell, and I'll bet he'll give us even more money," Pam said.
"Pam, you're so greedy," Tammy said.
At halftime, Tammy wandered back to the concession stand behind the bleachers to get a Coke. She stood at the counter and was joined there by Mr. Plato.
He slid in beside her and whispered: "I have the hundred dollars."
"Oh, hi, Sir," Tammy cooed.
"Let's go over there in the trees," Mr. Plato suggested.
"But, Sir, I have a game."
"The second half won't start for another thirty minutes, so we have time."
"But.
"I'll walk into the trees, and in a few minutes you follow in, when no one is looking."
Tammy watched him walk into the trees, along the path that led through them from the football field to the back of the school.
Tammy didn't know what to do, but she wanted the hundred dollars. She had been making so much money lately, and she loved the feeling it gave her, the independence; and she also wanned more and more to running away with Pam to California.
She sipped her Coke and walked slowly toward the trees. She looked behind her, into the parked cars, watching the people milling around the field. When no one was looking, she darted into the trees and walked down the path.
"Over here," Mr. Plato called.
He was near a clump of big bushes, standing against a thick oak tree. Tammy walked over to him. He took her in his arms, kissed her cheeks, her neck, lifted her hand to his mouth, sucked her fingers, then planted a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on her red lips.
Tammy felt the rise of his hard-on against her belly. Mr. Plato's tongue slinked into her mouth. His hands slipped down her back, over her blue pleats. His fingers moved, as if he might be playing the piano, and lifted her short cheerleading skirt. Then he slid his hands onto the luxurious flesh of her teen queen ass.
His hands clapped her round asscheeks through the thin, tight yellow bloomers. His tongue wagged in her mouth. His cock throbbed against her belly.
Tammy was gripped by a light-headed ecstasy. She liked the way her handsome teacher kissed her. She suddenly realized he looked a lot like Glint Eastwood. She wiggled her tongue lewdly against his.
Mr. Plato played with her ass, caressing, fanning his fingers all over. He began dry-fucking her. He humped down, his legs bent at the knee, and rubbed the knob of bis prick, all bulged out in his pants, against the crotch of her yellow bloomers.
"Okay, let's fuck!" he whispered.
"Sir, I'd like to, and I'd like the hundred dollars, but your boner is so huge ... I mean ..."
"Just let me do it to you . . . I'll just put the tip of it in, and we can fuck that way. You'll like fuckin', Tammy."
"Well., . "
He turned her around and leaned her against the tree. He unbuckled his pants and shoved them down with his shorts. His mammoth prick snapped to attention. Tammy looked at the thumping fucker with wide-eyed admiration, respecting the length.
He knelt in front of Tammy. He tugged at her bloomers and pulled them down, took them off, held them in his hand. He stood in front of her and clapped her panties to his prick, rubbed the crotch all over his foaming cock-head.
"Sir, don't," Tammy said. "I have to cheerlead. Don't get them all wet and sticky."
He smiled. "I'm gonna give you fifty dollars extra if you'll let me keep these bloomers, darling."
"I couldn't," Tammy gasped.
"Yes, you could."
"No!" Tammy cried. "I have to cheerlead, Sir . . . and, well, I couldn't do it without my bloomers."
"I'll give you a hundred to fuck you, and I'll give you another hundred for your panties."
Tammy was confused. But she was extremely excited by his proposition.
"You must really like my bloomers," she whispered.
"I worship them, darling. I love them because they've been so close to you."
Tammy had never heard such romantic dialogue. She felt a tinge of delight filter through her. "Oh, God, Sir ... I mean I'd like you to have 'em, but..."
"I'll just keep them," he said, the bloomers now dangling from his hand as he humped down and moved in on Tammy.
He clutched his cock with his other hand and pointed it at her plump pussy. He rubbed the big cockhead all over the warm, little muffin
. . . and when the cuntlips were all sticky, wet, hot, he shoved the tip of his prick in Tammy's fabulous young pussy.
"Ufff!" Tammy gulped.
Mr. Plato was all humped, his legs bent at the knees, his cock in his hand. He fucked slowly, fucking the round pricktip in and out of her teenybopper cunt.
"Whoof!" she cried.
Darling Tammy had never had a cock in her cunt, and she was overwhelmed with how delicious it felt.
Mr. Plato fucked two full inches of his big prick into Tammy's pussy.
"Ah," she sighed.
He humped back and forth.
"Ufffff . . . ah . . . mmmmm," Tammy muttered.
He fucked faster, shoved three inches of his thick prick into her sucking cunt.
"Ah, no . . . ooof!" Tammy huffed passionately.
"We're fuckin' now, Tammy," Mr. Plato said.
"Ah, ooofff, I know," Tammy huffed.
"Isn't fuckin' the greatest, Tammy?"
"Yes it is," she gasped.
"I'm fuckin' my big prick into your little cunt."
"I know."
"Tell me what I'm doin', Tammy."
"You're fuckin' your big prick into my little cunt, Sir."
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, yes, Sir!" she panted, her words like hot jets of steam.
"We're fuckin' right here in the trees . . . listen, you can hear the band," Mr. Plato said, rocking in and out, shoving four inches of horse prick into the schoolgirl's tight pussy.
"Yes," Tammy sighed.
"I'm your teacher, and I'm teachin' you how to fuck, Tammy."
"Oh, yes, Sir. Teach me how to fuck!"
"You want to learn, don't you?"
"Yes, yes!" she cried quickly.
"You want to be a good fucker, don't you, Tammy?"
"Yeah, yeah ... I wanna be a good fucker, Mr. Plato."
His cock plugged her young pussy. Tammy liked the hard hotness of the man's cock, the way he fucked it in and out of her cunt. She liked the friction of the thick cocklance, the way her pussylips sucked around the stiff cock.
He put his hands on her luscious hips. He fucked his cock into her pussy. He loved her with his prick.
"I love you, Tammy. I love fuckin' you."
"Oh, Sir!"
"Don't you love fuckin' your teacher?" "Yes, yes, I do! I love fuckin' you, Teacher." His cock drubbed her tender pussy. Tammy was in schoolgirl heaven, looking divine against the tree, her legs spread wide, her blue cheer-leading skirt up around her waist.
She looked down and watched the surge and pull of Mr. Plato's cock as he fucked it in and out of her young pussy. Her chin tucked in on her tight yellow vest. She loved the sound, the slurping suction of the action.
Mr. Plato reached around with one hand and cupped her ass. He held her bloomers with the other and fucked wildly, sending five inches of his eleven-inch fucker into Tammy's sweet pussy. "You beautiful little cunt!" he whispered, "you sweet little lover."
"Sir, you're so naughty, and your prick is so big, and you know you shouldn't be fuckin' me here in the trees, even though you're payin' me for it." "Yes, I should, because it's beautiful, and you know it is, Tammy."
"Yes, it's beautiful, Teacher. Fuck me! Fuck me with that big boner of yours!"
He fucked faster until his cock bulged in her young cunt. Tammy felt the throbbing. Then he shot his cum-load and an explosion of cream flooded the young girl's cunt.
"Tammy!" Mr. Plato cried.
"Fuck me, Teacher," Tammy sobbed. "Come on-fuck me! Fuck me with your great big boner!"
Her teacher fucked furiously, gave the youngster a ride to heaven, a sweet shower of ecstasy, for as he poured his cum-load into her cunt, she experienced the most gratifying, satisfying orgasm she had ever had.
"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped loudly.
Tammy ran back to the schoolhouse as fast as she could. She went to her locker. She found a pair of white panties and slipped into them.
God, what will I do? she asked herself.
She went back to the football field and took her position with the girls for the first cheer of the second half. She knew that when she bent over her skirt was high on her panties. She turned and saw the admiring looks.
The older men in the audience were gawking at her ass. She felt a tingle of excitement.
Then, completely forgetting she had on thin, white panties under her "skirt, she bumped, bounced, jumped and showed all the men what they wanted to see-her adorable ass.
Chapter Eight
Tammy and Pam walked back to the school-house after the game. Tammy was thinking about how she had posed for Mr. Preston, how he gave her a hundred dollars. She thought also about fucking Mr. Plato against the tree for another hundred.
"You mean you fucked right out here in the woods during halftime?" Pam asked.
"Yes."
"Did you like it?"
"Mmmm, mmm!"
They made their way to the schoolhouse, where they were going to fix their pretty faces then go down to the Pizza Hut and hang out with their high school friends.
Both girls combed their lovely hair into place and put on red rouge to blush their fresh cheeks. Tammy applied a thick, pink lip gloss, and Pam Hpsticked her lips with a red as bright as a Marlboro box.
They left the lavatory and walked down the hall. The school was deserted.
The two darlings were gorgeous in their fresh make-up, their swirling, short blue skirts, their tight yellow vests. Pam's tits looked like small grapefruits under hers.
Mr. Donne turned a corner and stopped. They faced each other in a long hallway leading to the classrooms at the other end.
"Miss Bixley . . . Miss Hanson," he said.
Tammy and Pam had not heard from Mr, Donne since the day they let him finger-fuck them and they masturbated his huge prick.
"I've wanted so much to see you both again, but I'm not a rich man, and I don't make much money," said the handsome teacher. "But I have seventy-five dollars I'll give you if we can do what we did before."
Pam smiled. "When you got in our panties, fingered us, and then we jerked you off?"
"Yes! Can we?" He took out his wallet and handed the girls several bills.
Pam took the money, counted it, then gave half of it to Tammy.
"Well, sure we can do it," Pam said.
"Good," he gulped.
"Where?" Pam asked.
"Right here in the hallway. No one else is around but the janitor, and he's down in the lower level."
"God, here?" Tammy said.
"Why not?" Pam purred. She pulled her tiny blue skirt up around her hips.
Tammy took the cue and hiked up her cheer-leading skirt, too. Her blue skirt with the yellow pleats ruffled prettily. She leaned back against the hall wall. Her legs were tantalizing. Her dark blue knee socks were tapered tightly to her slim calves. Her bright yellow bloomers hugged her luscious thighs. Her cunt was a tempting, soft mound bulging at the crotch of her bloomers. She opened her mouth and licked her tongue over the sweet, pink lip gloss. She kept her mouth open, her tongue a movement in her mouth. Her thick lips looked juicy.
The teacher gulped with excitement. The sight of the pretty cheerleaders inviting him to play in their panties simply made him flush with passion. His big prick throbbed against his tight, gray slacks. He wore a blue sweater over a blue shirt.
His face radiated the lust he felt for the schoolgirls. Tammy could see the excited crinkles in his forehead, the way his mouth hung open.
"You're both so beautiful," Mr. Donne sighed, his eyes drinking in their enchanting loveliness.
He eyed the bulge in Pam's bloomers, the way they crunched up in her crotch to form a pussy muffin. He could see the blonde fuzz pushing against Tammy's tight panties, the way her cunt was like a plum under the thin nylon.
The teacher had a raging hard-on. His huge prick looked as though it were about to punch a hole in his brown slacks. His mouth hung open, and his breathing was passionate.
He reached out and fingered both girls' cunts. He rubbed. Then he pushed his hands deep into their pants, slid his fingers through the fine fur around their pussies, and finally fucked a finger into each juicy pussy.
"I'm gonna finger-fuck you again, girls," he whispered, his fingers hooking, starting a slow friction-fuck.
"Yeah, you are," Pam said.
"And you're gonna jerk me off," he mumbled, his fingers making a slushy sound as he fished in their cunts. His hands knuckled out the crotch of their pants.
"Should we take your prick out, Sir?" Tammy asked.
"I want you to," he huffed.
Tammy unzipped his fly. She reached inside to get his cock, but it was so fucking hard she couldn't get it out. His cock was too damn big.
Mr. Donne took his hands out of their panties. He unbuckled bis belt, unzipped his fly and pushed his slacks and shorts down around his ankles. His big prick snapped up and wobbled frighteningly.
Pam reached out and grabbed it.
"Wow, this is a big cock, Tammy," she whispered.
"I know."
Tammy clamped her hand around the base of the thick prick. They had their hands in a sweet wrap on Mr. Donne's fuck-throbber.
He reached out and rubbed their cunts through the tight bloomers. He dunked down into them again, fucking his finger into the girls' wet pussies.
"Ah, girls," he whined.
Tammy and Pam jacked on his large prick. Tammy liked the way the cock felt in her hand-hot, pushing a pulse against her fingers.
Mr. Donne lifted his hands and yanked on the tops of their bloomers, jerking them down below their cunts, down on their lovely thighs.
He slipped them each a finger and fucked slowly in and out of their young, sucking cunts.
They returned the thrill by pumping two-handed on his big prick. His face was etched in passion. His handsome movie-star looks thrilled Tammy. She reached under his prick and cupped his balls.
She jiggled and sweetly squeezed the man's huge balls. Pammy pumped a good jack-stroke on his cock. He leaned in and kissed Tammy's juicy mouth, licked his lewd tongue over her candy lips.
Suddenly Pam fell to her knees in front of the teacher. Her panties were down below her short skirt. She grasped his hard-on with both hands and inspected it, her eyes glued to the long cocklance.
"Shit, this prick is big," she whispered.
"I know," Tammy said, and she watched Pam down there jacking the big prick with her hands.
Mr. Donne kept his finger action going in her yellow bloomers.
"I'm gonna jerk the shit out of your prick, Mr. Donne," Pam purred.
"Oh, do it . . . do it then!" he huffed.
"How big is it, Sir?" Pam asked.
"I don't know."
"God, I'll bet it's about a foot long," Pam whispered, her hands gripping the massive prick, squeezing, then pumping overhanded.
"Ah, baby doll," the teacher panted.
His hand slurped around down in Tammy's panties, his fingers fucking her wonderful, blonde cunt. Tammy slid down a bit on the wall, humped her hips out to his finger-fuck.
"You like it when I jerk on your prick, don't you?" Pam whispered, looking up at her handsome teacher, seeing the pure passion on his face.
"Yeah, yeah!" he panted.
"It's squirtin' now," Pam gasped.
A big slush of cum spurted from the tip of his cock.
"Ah, darling," he whimpered.
"Good grief, your cock is hard!" Pam gulped.
She pumped faster, watched the foam bubble on the bulging cockhead. Her hands worked a dancing magic that sent chills through the teacher.
He kept his hand in Tammy's bloomers. His finger fucked her precious pussy, and Tammy loved the feeling she was experiencing, a brilliant flash of titillation. It started slowly, then ripped at her like a lightning bolt.
"I'm cummin'!" she yelped.
"Oh, yeah," Mr. Donne mumbled.
"Oh, God! I'm feelin' that way . . . ohhhh, ah! Ohhhh!"
Pam popped up. She leaned against the wall.
She pulled Mr. Donne's cock to her.
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
His big cock fucked into her creamy cunt. She felt the thickness bulge at her pussylips. She liked how hard his cock was in her.
"You sweet little bitch," Mr. Donne puffed.
"Yeah, well, you like me. I know that," Pam said, bumping her hips in and out slowly.
Mr. Donne was bent at the knees, his ass humping in and out in a hot fuck-stroke. His massive prick was halfway in the schoolgirl's tight cunt.
"God, you're fuckin'," Tammy panted, coming down from her climax.
"Yeah, I'm fuckin', Pam," Mr. Donne said, looking over at Tammy, seeing the satisfied expression on her darling face. He then looked into Pam's big brown eyes. Their gaze locked. He leaned in and kissed her lips and kept fucking her.
Then he broke the kiss.
Both girls leaned against the wall. Mr. Donne fucked slowly, slugging his big prick in and out of Pam's pussy, giving her a full six inches of hard prick.
"Turn around, let me see your ass, Tammy," he instructed.
"Huh?"
"I wanna feel your ass."
Tammy turned slowly. She hiked up her cheerleading skirt and showed the teacher her magnificent ass.
"Sonofabitch!" he gasped. His eyes widened. His hand reached out. He touched her ass tenderly.
"Jeez! What a gorgeous ass," he whispered, his fingers trailing over the sweet curves of her ass. It was so chubby, smooth as baby soap . . . so perfectly round.
He fucked his prick into Pam and played his hand all over Tammy's ass. Then he trailed a finger up and down her ass crack. He felt the fuzzy softness.
Tammy liked the tickling feeling his finger gave her back there. She looked over her shoulder and watched his prick fucking in and out of Pam.
Mr. Donne then shoved a finger up Tammy's asshole.
"Ahhff!" she gulped.
"God, he's fingerin' your pooper!" Pammy cried.
"I know he is," Tammy said.
He finger-fucked her shithole and slicked his creamy prick into Pam's cunt. The three were a delightful sight there in the hallway of the high school.
"God, I love you girls," Mr. Donne sighed passionately.
"You love to fuck and play with us, that's what you love," Pam huffed, looking down, seeing the slide of his huge horse prick.
"I wanna lay down on the floor and have you sit on my prick, Pam, and have Tammy sit on my face."
"You dirty old man," Tammy hissed, a sly smile tugging her lips.
"Can I?"
"Want to, Tammy?"
"Sit on his face?"
"Yeah, let's do it."
Mr. Donne pulled his cock out. Quickly then, he lay down on the hardwood floor. Pam pulled her bloomers down, took them off, let them drop to the floor. She hiked her skirt and straddled the teacher, grabbing his cock, rubbing the foaming prickhead all around on her belly and pussy.
Tammy took her bloomers down, threw them near Pam's, and lowered herself over her teacher. She faced Pam, watching Pam massage Mr. Donne's prick.
Mr. Donne reached up and cradled her ass. She let him pull her down until her ass crack was spread on his face. Mr. Donne began licking wildly.
"Ah, shit. . . he's lickin' my ass, Pammy!" Tammy shouted.
"Bastard! He's so horny!" Pam said.
She lifted up and guided his huge cock into her pussy, slid down on the cockshaft, fucked in seven big thick inches of cock.
She started a slow hump. Her hips rolled and swirled as she fucked up and down on the throbbing cocklance.
"Jeez, right here on the floor," she said.
"I know," Tammy answered.
"What's he doin' to you now?" Pam asked.
"He's lickin' my asshole."
"Oh, shit!"
"He's nibblin', bitin' my ass."
"He's so lewd!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, beautiful ass," Mr. Donne mumbled.
"It feels so good to fuck on his prick like this," Pam whispered. "Does it feel good, what he's doin' to your ass?"
"Yeah, it's tickling me to death."
The girls looked at each other. Their eyes were glazed with erotic passion. Pam bounced up and down on his big cock. Tammy began rolling her hips, pushing down on Mr. Donne's sucking mouth.
Then his mouth was on her cunt. He licked wildly at the tasty teen treat.
"He's eatin' my cunny!" Tammy cried.
"Oh, shit . . . and I'm fuckin' his prick," Pam moaned.
Tammy held her skirt high. She looked down and watched Mr. Donne's tongue lap up against her pussy. Then he fastened his mouth to her pussy and sucked voraciously.
"Ahhhh!" Tammy shrieked.
"I'm fuckin'," Pam whimpered.
Tammy felt the swirl of a sexual climax grip her. She stiffened on top of her teacher. Then she ground down hard, pushed her pussy against his gaping mouth.
Pam screamed: "He's shootin' off in me!"
"I'm cummin'!" Tammy cried.
"Oh, me, too!" Pam panted.
Cum gushed up into Pam's pussy. She shuddered wildly on top of Mr. Donne. She came as she watched him eat Tammy.
Tammy's face was etched in delight as she quaked with her orgasm.
"Oh, God, don't you just love fuckin' and suckin'?" Pam cried.
"Uh-huhhhhhhh!" Tammy moaned softly.
Chapter Nine
Pam and Tammy decided to go to the mall and buy some sexy clothes to pose in for Mr. Preston. They had decided to take him up on his offer to come to his house for a photo session.
"He'll give us lots of money, I just know it. We can tease it out of him," Pam said.
They went to Jiggs, a young girls' clothing store that featured much of the new Madonna line of clothes, all the latest punk fashions, lingerie, skirts, blouses, shoes, jeans.
"I know how we can get all our clothes free," Pam said.
"How?"
"Just wait, but go ahead and pick out whatever you want, because we're not gonna pay for it."
"But, I don't want to go to jail for stealing," Tammy protested.
"Don't worry, we won't."
The girl shopped about the store, going in the dressing stalls, trying things on, coming back out, appraising their youthful beauty in the mirrors.
Tammy picked out an imported pink classic camisole with pink jazz bikini panties. She also picked out a dolman sleeve scoop neck top to wear next summer.
Both girls picked out a satin merry widow that had adjustable bra cups, a draw string. It was a lightly boned, fitted bodice with flexible underwire and adjustable back hooks. The fits were perfect on the girls. They were devastating. Tammy liked the shiny black one, and Pam selected the white one. There were two garter straps in the front and back. The girls chose dark nylons to go with the merry widow, and each selected several colorful panties that would match.
They also picked out high heels, black and white. Each girl selected the hottest dress of the year, the slim strapless damask dress that zipped up in the back. Pam got the white one, and Tammy took the pastel pink.
When they had finished their shopping, they took their goods to the counter.
"Hello, Mr. Bridges," Pammy smiled.
Mr. Bridges smiled eagerly back. He was a bald man in his mid-forties. He was stocky, but he had a muscular build. He had a round face.
"I see you girls have picked out some clothes there," he said.
"Yes . . . could we get them free?" Pam whispered.
The man glanced about the store. "Sure," he said, "just go back to my office, and we'll arrange it."
Then he called to one of the clerks to take over the cash register.
The man followed them back to his office, and they went inside. He locked the door.
"Well, Pamela, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Well, you told me not to do it too often."
"I can't have you go off with the whole store several times a year," he said. "But you are certainly welcome to come more often and get clothes."
"My friend Tammy wants to get her clothes free, too," Pam said.
He looked at Tammy and smiled.
"Will she try on clothes for me like you?" he asked Pam.
"Sure! Won't you, Tammy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, then, let me see you dress up, girls," the man said eagerly.
He sat down on a leather couch. The girls put their clothes on his desk.
Pam slipped out of her jeans and T-shirt. She stood in tight white panties and white bra. She put on a red merry widow, hooked in nylons, stepped into black high heels.
Mr. Bridges took his cock out and played with the hardening cockshaft.
"Go on, Tammy," Pam said. "Put something sexy on for Mr. Bridges."
Tammy took off her jeans and shirt. She put on a Europa lace, push-up underwire bra decorated with scalloped lace. She hooked a black garter belt around her tiny waist. The two long, black garters hung down. She slipped into dark nylons that were black at the top. She hooked them into the garters. Then she added black high heels.
"Jeez," the man whispered, his eyes wide on Tammy.
The girls stood magnificently before him in their sexy lingerie, both stunningly beautiful, "You like?" Pam asked.
"Fabulous, darling, just fabulous! Tammy turn around, please," he asked.
She turned. Her panties cradled her ass beautifully. They were thin and pink. Her gorgeous body looked wonderful, hugged by the tight merry widow. It pulled in tight around her, accentuating her schoolgirl curves.
"My, what a marvelous ass!" he exclaimed.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder at the store owner. He pumped slowly on his hard prick. She watched, noticed that his cock was about seven inches long, and it was very thick.
"I wanna feel that ass," he whimpered.
Tammy walked over to him, turned around. He reached out and cupped her ass with both hands, squeezed at her goddess asscheeks.
"Ah, whew . . . fabulous, beautiful," the man murmured.
"He really likes your ass, Tammy," Pam smiled.
"I love it!" Mr. Bridges cried. "I wanna kiss it. I wanna kiss your ass."
He tugged at Tammy's panties, got them down over the garter straps, down on her lush thighs. Then he started kissing, licking her ass, slicking his tongue up and down the ass crack.
"God, he's lickin' your ass!" Pam said.
"He's eatin' my chocolate cherry," Tammy whispered.
"And I get to fuck both of you too, don't I?" Mr. Bridges said, his voice trembling.
"Yeah, fuck us, Mr. Bridges. We'll get down on the floor, take our panties off, and you fuck us," Pam said.
"Yes, yes!" the man whimpered.
Pam lay down on the carpet. Tammy took the cue and did the same. The girls pulled their panties off. They both looked scrumptious there on the floor, waiting.
Mr. Bridges stood up, took his clothes off so that he was nude. His hard cock looked like a flashlight. He got down on his knees between Pam and Tammy. He reached out and rubbed their young cunts. He bent over and kissed Tammy with a hot open mouth.
Then he hovered over her, mounting, and came down, guiding his prick into her sweet pussy.
"Ahhhfff!" Tammy cried as he fucked in.
Her legs spread wide for the man, who began a slow hump and pump on top of her.
"Shit, he's fuckin' you, Tammy," Pam whispered.
"God, yes . . . he's fuckin' me!"
Mr. Bridges bounced up and down. His cock made slurping suction sounds as it fucked in and out of Tammy's young pussy. She felt the hardness fill her. She lurched up off the carpet, fucked back at him.
"I'm fuckin' you," Mr. Bridges puffed.
"Well, then fuck me . . . dammit!" Tammy yelped.
His balls banged her ass. His cock drubbed her cunt. His ass humped up and down. Tammy fucked him back. She wound her nylon-clad legs around his body. She pumped wildly off the floor.
"You fuckers!" Pam shouted, fingering her cunt as she knelt beside them.
Tammy looked exciting in her merry widow, nylons, the garter straps taut as she circled her legs around the fucking store owner. Her tits had lifted out over the top of the girdle. Her head lay in a pool of blonde hair, her double ponytails swishing on the rug. Mr. Bridges fucked faster. "Ah, oof!" he panted. "Ah, ooof! Oh, baby. Sweet doll baby!" "Fuck her, Mr. Bridges!" Pam urged. "Yeah, fuck me!" Tammy yipped. Mr. Bridges slugged his cock in and out of Tammy's delicious cunt, fucking her good. He slid a hand under her ass and fucked a finger up her asshole.
Tammy fucked back. She bounced beautifully up off the carpet. They were fuckers supreme there on the floor, with Pam on her knees over them, fingering her pussy.
"Oh, sweet baby," the man moaned. "You fuck so good!"
"Fuckin's the best," Tammy panted.
"Yeah, fuckin's great," Pam said, her finger ramming her cunt.
His ass pumped like a jackhammer.
"Ahhhhh, baby!" he cried. "I'm cummin'!"
Tammy felt the flood of hot cock cream pour into her pussy. It felt lovely, sweet ... oh, so good. She fucked wildly beneath Mr. Bridges, pumped hotly to him and got her own climax. The excitement overwhelmed her. She humped up and stiffened, then ground her hips slowly, a sweet circular motion, fucking her cunt on the exploding cock.
"Ah, jeez!" Tammy cried. "Ahhh, wow!"
Pam caught her own climax. She stiffened in her kneeling position, and she was bent over at the waist, her finger a blur in her cunt hole.
"Damn it, I love this feeling!" Pam yelled.
"I do, too," Tammy sighed.
Tammy fell back on the carpet, spent, her whole body tingling from the fabulous fuck the store owner had just given her-a good raw, old-fashioned fuck on the floor.
The man pulled his cock out, rolled off, and lay on the floor between the pretty girls.
His cock began a soft droop. Pam reached down and grabbed the slick prick. She massaged his cock while she reached in with her other hand and tickled his balls. Then she started a slow jack-stroke, just barely jiggling Mr.
Bridges's cock.
"Ah, Pamela," he whispered. "You must come and get clothes more often."
"Yeah, well, we will," she whispered, and her hand jerked up and down, making his cock hard again.
She finally got it on a full hard. She spit in her hand, a big gob of juicy saliva, then she slicked the spit all over his prick.
Tammy got up on her knees. She watched Pam playing with the man's cock.
"He's all hard and hot again," Tammy said incredulously.
"Very hard, very big," Pam whispered.
She pumped slowly on the thick prick.
"Darling, baby," Mr. Bridges whimpered.
Pam got on top of Mr. Bridges, straddled him. She looked wonderful in her tight, sexy lingerie. She got his cock in her hand and put it in her pussy.
Then she began a slow rock on top of the store owner. He was overjoyed. He smiled up at her, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"You like this, don't you?" Pam whispered.
"Yes."
"You like to fuck young girls, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Next time, it's really gonna cost you," Pam said.
Then she rocked and rolled, humped and pumped, bounced up and down on his hard prick, fucked him into a plateau of pure pleasure.
Tammy fingered her own pussy and watched.
"Yeah, next time we're gonna get twice as many clothes," Tammy purred confidently.
Chapter Ten
Pam and Tammy were getting ready to keep the appointment with Mr. Preston ... let him take pictures of them. They were deciding what to wear.
"Should we wear the Madonna outfits, the merry widows, leave our blouses open?" Tammy asked.
"Listen, you know what I think? I think we should wear our new cheer leading uniforms. Men like girls in their cheerleading uniforms.
We'll look real sexy . . . and he said he wanted you to wear something sexy, huh?" "Yeah, but cheerleading ..." "He'll love it, believe me. I know what men want, what they like. We can always tell him we'll dress up in lingerie and stuff if he wants to take pictures again sometime." "Well, okay," Tammy said. The girls met later that Saturday evening at the schoolhouse. They went to their lockers and changed into their cheerleading uniforms. They were brand new, and very exciting.
They had tiny yellow skirts that zipped up two inches in the back, then buttoned. The skirts were no more than fifteen inches long and had cute blue, inverted pleats. They put on their tight royal-blue sweaters that had a yellow stripe across the front. Then they slipped on their royal-blue knee socks and yellow tennis shoes. Tammy pulled her long blonde hair back from her bangs and fixed a ponytail, which she tied with a yellow ribbon. Pam had her hair parted in the middle, then she let it flow to her shoulders.
Tammy applied a wine blush to her cheeks, candy-red lipstick to her juicy, thick lips, and just a hint of eye shadow. Pam used a burnt-orange blush on her cheeks and a pink lip gloss.
They walked from the school to Mr. Preston's house and knocked on the door. The teacher admitted them, his eyes gazing hungrily at their immaculate beauty.
"Come in, come in, girls," he said. "Let's take some nice pictures."
The girls went in and Mr. Preston got his camera out. They stood in the middle of the room, and the teacher shot a couple of pictures of them in their darling cheerleading uniforms. "Now, let me get some of Tammy alone, then I'll take some of you, Pam," he said. "Okay," Tammy answered. "Why don't you pull your skirt up?" "Like this?" Tammy asked, lifting the hem of the tiny yellow skirt, showing her teacher her tight, slick, royal-blue bloomers.
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, flashing off a series of pictures of her standing there with her skirt up, revealing her lush body.
Tammy looked delicious standing there with her skirt up, showing her tights, the way they crunched at her crotch, her tanned, tapered legs. She smiled coyly as Mr. Preston took pictures of her.
"Look, he's gettin' stiff," Pam said, pointing to the spike pushing out Mr. Preston's gray slacks.
Tammy looked. She saw his hard prick pressing out against the slacks.
"Pull your pants down, and I'll bet Mr. Preston will go wild, huh, Sir?"
"Oh, yes!" he gulped.
"Should I?" Tammy whispered.
"Yes!" he panted.
"Yeah, show him your cookie, Tammy," Pam said.
Tammy reached in and hooked her thumbs in her blue bloomers and tugged down on the front of them. She peeled them down on her delightful thighs and showed the teacher her sweet blonde pussy.
"Oh, God," Mr. Preston murmured, clicking away with his camera.
Pam walked over to the teacher. She unzipped his fly and withdrew his stiff seven-inch prick.
"Look at this thing. It's hard as a brick," she said.
Tammy looked again. Her pussy juiced. She stood before the teacher, her sweet inverted pleats up around her waist, her blue bloomers a tasty slash on her thighs.
"Turn around ... I wanna take some pictures of your goddam ass," the man huffed.
Pam squeezed his cock.
Tammy turned around and showed off her ass, the erotic curves, the smooth baby cheeks, the chubbette loveliness.
"Oh, my!" the teacher gasped.
Pam pulled on his prick, began a slow pump-stroke. His cock squirted out a gob of pre-cum.
"Oh, shit! He's so hot he's dripping," Pam smiled.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder and saw the glistening head of Mr. Preston's prick, saw a string of pre-cum hanging from the tip.
Pam pumped slowly, and he took pictures of
Tammy's gorgeous ass.
"Don't forget to pay us a hundred dollars each when we get done," Pam said.
"Oh, I won't," he said quickly. "Tammy, sit on the couch, slide down and take your amazing bloomers off."
Tammy went to the couch. She doffed her bloomers, then sat down. She hiked up her tiny skirt, slid down to the edge of the couch and lewdly spread her legs, letting the teacher shoot pictures of her precious blonde pussy.
Pam kept playing with Mr. Preston's throbbing, hot cock. She ran her fingers over the goo-slick cockhead. She tickled the cocktip. She grasped the stalk of his prick and squeezed, teasing, torturing her teacher.
He took several pictures of Tammy in her seductive pose. Then, on her own, Tammy got up. She got down on the floor on her hands and knees, hiked her skirt, showed her ass-and the man came.
"Ohs shit! He's shootin' to you, Tammy!" Pam yelepd.
He came and still managed to flash pictures of the lewd pose sweet Tammy was assuming.
His cock shot off like a freshly opened champagne bottle. A huge gush of thick cum spurted from his cocktip and splashed all over Tammy's beautiful, arched ass.
He kept shooting pictures, getting shots of his jizz splattering on her ass.
"Oh, wow! He's really shootin'!" Pam cried.
"All over my ass," Tammy said.
Pam jerked furiously on Mr. Preston's cum-squirting prick, milking his load. Her hand did a magic jerk dance ... an underhanded slick and glide, faster, faster, faster, until the teacher shot his whole load of cum.
Then she let go of his prick. Tammy got up. Both girls looked at the man's dripping hard-on. Mr. Preston relaxed, in the tingle of his climax, then finally reloaded the camera.
His prick started to soften, droop as it stuck out of the fly of his slacks.
"Bet I can get him hard again," Pam said and she sat down on the couch.
She pulled her tiny yellow skirt up and showed off her incredibly tight blue bloomers. She spread her legs and lewdly rubbed the muffin mound at her crotch. She slid down on the edge of the couch. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue on her lower lip. Her double ponytails enhanced her teen beauty.
She stuck her tongue out and wagged it salaciously at Mr. Preston. He took a picture of her. Tammy stood beside the teacher and watched.
Pam slowly pulled her panties down and showed her beautiful pussy, a fuzzy delight.
"Like that?" she cooed. "Like taking pictures of my cookie, Sir?"
"Uh-huh," he muttered passionately. And he flashed off three more shots.
Pam pulled her sweater up. She showed him her white bra, then reached in the cups and lifted out her teen queen tits, so round, firm, big for her age.
She massaged her lovely tits, squeezed them with both hands, fondled them. Then she stuck one hand between her legs and ran her fingers through the thick, brown fuzz, while she played with her tits with her other hand.
Mr. Preston snapped more pictures. His cock stiffened again, stuck out from his pants like a hammer handle. Tammy was tempted to grab it and jerk it like Pam did, but she waited. She wanted to see what the impudent Pam was going to do next.
Pam slid a finger in her own pussy and began finger-fucking herself.
"Oh, wow!" the teacher blurted. "That looks so damn good!"
"I knew you'd like it-and you're all hard again, see?" Pam purred.
Tammy went over and sat down with Pam.
She lifted her cheerleading skirt, then her sweater. She assumed the same kind of pose Pam had.
"Oh, shit!" the man howled.
Both girls on the couch, both lovely darlings finger-fucking their cunts, showing him their tits -so beautifully obscene that Mr. Preston's cock throbbed and wobbled uncontrollably.
"You older men like young girls, don't you?" Pam whispered.
"Yes-yes, indeed!"
"You like to whack-off to us, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well, do it then. Let's see you jack off."
Mr. Preston took a few more pictures, then put the camera down. He unbuckled his slacks, took them down with his shorts, let them fall to his ankles and stood over the girls on the couch.
He clutched his cock and started pounding.
"Whew, look at that Tammy," Pam said.
"Yeah, he's beatin' off to us," Tammy whispered, fucking her finger deeper into her pussy.
"You darling girls," Mr. Preston muttered. "You're so pretty, so sexy."
Indeed, they were. They looked succulently sweet with their cheerleading attire all disheveled. Their fingers fucked faster in their cunts.
Mr. Preston pumped his prick and looked them over, drinking in their beauty, worshiping them, admiring them, loving them more than he ever thought possible.
"I love you both," he blurted.
"Well, then . . . jerk your prick to us!" Pam yelped.
He did. Faster, faster, faster he pounded his hard prick, humped over, his legs apart. He was only a yard away from them. Tammy noticed the cum squirt from the cocktip, splash on Pam's thigh.
"Shit, he's squirtin' on me," Pam said.
"You're gonna have to pay us more if you're gonna shoot jizz on us," Tammy said.
"Okay, yes," he puffed hotly.
"Oooo, I like that," Tammy panted. "Look at him go! He's really beatin' it . . . really jerkin' his prick"
"Yeah, looks great," Pam said.
"Shit, Sir ... do it as fast as you can!" Tammy shouted.
"Yeah . . . shit . . . pump that prick ... we like to see you jerk off, Sir . . . jerk off to us . . . fuck your fist to me and Tammy."
"lam, lam!"
His hand became a blur.
"Isn't it great? I love men to jack off to me," Pam gulped, her finger fucking faster and faster in her pussy.
"Me, too. I want men to jerk off to me," Tammy yipped, fucking her finger in and out of her cunt.
"Ah, whoof!" Mr. Preston shouted. "I'm gonna shoot!"
"Shoot on us!" Pam hollered.
He unleashed another creamy load. The jizz flew from his cocktip in a thick jet. The cock cream splashed on the girls' legs, bellies, their thighs. A big gob of cum hit Tammy's jerking hand. More cock cream splashed out. A hot splash of cum hit Pam's face.
"Oh, shit ... on my face . . . you dirty man!"
"Girls, girls, girls!" the man panted, his cock gushing jism, his hand pumping.
Chapter Eleven
Tammy was in the hallway at school, on her way to her first morning class. She wore tight jeans, pink sandals, and a pink tank top. The top pulled tightly against her sweet tits. Her ass was cradled lewdly by the tight jeans, which revealed the outline of her panties underneath.
She had her blonde hair parted in the middle, letting it hang to her shoulders on the sides. She wore pink lip gloss and pink cheek rouge.
As she turned a corner, she met Mr. Plato. He had been waiting for her, fully aware that she would be coming this way in jthe early morning.
"Darling," he whispered.
"Sir, hello."
"I need to see you, Tammy."
"When?"
"Right now. Don't worry, I'll write you an excuse slip," he said.
"That'd be nice," Tammy replied.
"Good, let's meet out in the trees between the school and the football field. I'll leave and go out, and you come out in a few minutes. Don't let anyone see you."
"The trees? Couldn't we just go to your office, Sir?"
"No, the janitor is in there fixing the file cabinet." He glanced up and down the hall, his gaze like that of a frightened deer.
He reached in his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He took out some bills and stuffed them in Tammy's hand.
"About five minutes, okay?"
Tammy had a drink from the water fountain, opened and closed her locker, generally loitered around as the school became silent as everyone went to their first class.
She slipped out of the schoolhouse and walked into the trees, taking the path toward the football field. Her lovely body rippled in the warm fall sun.
"Over here," Mr. Plato whispered.
Tammy looked off to the right, and there was her teacher standing in some thick bushes. She went over. They found a space among the bushes. They had to kneel down. He took Tammy in his arms. Their eyes met.
She looked up into his amazingly handsome face, appreciating the rugged masculinity of his maturity. She liked it . . . she liked him . . .a lot, and she was pleased when his hands began spanning her tight, shapely ass.
He held her close, then his lips met hers in an electric French kiss. His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass. His tongue speared into her juicy, candy-sweet mouth.
Ah, such a kiss, Tammy thought. I love the way he kisses me.
She could feel the press of his hard prick against her young body, the throbbing curve of his super-big fucker.
"Oh, God, I love you," Mr. Plato gasped, and he broke their kiss, panting, huffing, his hands still dancing on the darling girl's gorgeous ass.
He humped his ass . . . rubbed his cock at her, dry-fucked against her tight jeans. Tammy liked the man's hard cock-bulge punching at her like that.
"You're so damn beautiful," Mr. Plato blurted. "I can't believe how pretty you are."
He kneaded her ass like it was fresh dough. Then he unbuttoned her Levi's. He pushed them down on her thighs and stuck his hand between her legs, flubbed his fingers into the crotch of her pink panties.
"Oooo, that feels good," he whispered.
"Your pussy feels so good in there, in your panties. Have you got hot panties, darling?"
"Yeah, my panties are always hot, Sir," Tammy said, her own words surprising her.
"Oh, darling!"
He rubbed faster and hotter on her pussy, felt the gushy goo of her spritzing cunt as it seeped through the panties.
He took Tammy's arm, and put her hand on his cock. She loved the feel of the banana-like curve of the man's hard cock.
They kissed and played with each other in a freaky frenzy of passionate love in the bushes. Mr. Plato handled her tits with one hand while he kept rubbing her cunt with the other. Tammy palmed his big prick through his slacks.
"Let's fuck, let's suck, let's do everything," Mr. Plato panted.
He reached down and pushed his slacks down around his knees. His cock snapped up like a tree branch ... a huge eleven-inch spike.
"Aooofff!" Tammy huffed hotly, her eyes wide on his thick prick.
She reached down and explored the stiffness, the smooth flow of the hard cockstalk ... the incredible heat of it, the thrilling throb, the pulse against her fingers.
"Baby," he moaned.
He dipped his hand inside her panties and slipped her a finger, fucked it in and began a slow finger-fuck.
"Mmmmfff," Tammy puffed.
They were lovers, the teacher and the student, there on the ground, on their knees, jerking each other, kissing, breathing hotly, trembling . . . hot for fucking.
Mr. Plato sent his free hand around behind her and caressed her ass as he finger-fucked her. "This ass, baby-.-. . this beautiful ass ... I worship it."
"Yeah, it's a goddess ass, huh, Sir?"
"Yes, yes, yes . . . oh, yes!"
"You like feelin' it too, don't you, Mr. Teacher?"
"You know I do, Tammy."
"You're fingerin' me, too."
"And you're pumpin' that big prick of mine."
"Mmm-hummm!" Tammy said. "It really is big, Mr. Plato-it's like a big stick."
Her sweet little hands fondled all over the man's mammoth cock, tickling up and down the sides of the prickstalk, cupping the beet-red cockhead.
"Oh, God . . . let's fuck!" Mr. Plato panted.
"We still got our clothes on."
"Let's get 'em down."
So they did. Both peeled their clothes down around their ankles. Tammy kicked her jeans " and panties off, threw them near a bush. She looked stunning in only her pink tank top, her sleek young body enchanting.
"Ah, darling," he said, pushing her back upon the ground until she lay below him. "Now, we have to fuck-really fuck good."
"I know," Tammy whimpered.
He had on only his white shirt and tie. She spread her legs. He humped down, his cock in his hand, and fucked it into Tammy's tight pussy. It was like a velvet vise.
"I'm in there," he whispered.
"I know you are."
He began a fuck-hump. His bare ass pumped up and down. His prick fucked deeper into Tammy's cunt.
"Now we're fuckin', Tammy."
"Yeah ... we really are . . . we're really fuckin', Sir."
"Do you like to fuck, Tammy?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you like to fuck."
"Damn right. I like to fuck, Sir. I like to fuck you!" Tammy sobbed.
They fucked on a soft carpet of autumn leaves, Tammy on her back on the ground, nude except for her pink camisole, which was jiggling with the bounce of her teenybopper tits as she writhed underneath her teacher.
Mr. Plato rode it high, giving Tammy only half of his long prick. The slushy slide thrilled the young girl, the way his cockshaft fit into her cunt, like a plug in a socket. She screwed her hips around and lifted her ass up off the leaves and moaned.
Her ass humped up and down. He fucked another two inches into her precious pussy. "Ohhh, Mr. Plato ... so much?"
"I won't hurt you, darling." Her gorgeous, chubbette ass bounced up and down. Mr. Plato fucked faster on top of her. She threw her arms around his neck, and he slid a hand under her ass and buttoned her asshole with a wiggling finger. "Ah!" Tammy cried.
"You like it, don't you?" Mr. Plato whispered, gazing into her beautiful young face, which was now flushed red as a ripe apple, and glowing with a passionate shine.
"Uh-huh," she whispered, letting her hand play down his back, fanning her fingers over his ass, feeling the muscular masculinity of the man's ass. Her finger tickled up and down the asscrack. Then she fingered his asshole ever so lightly.
"I'm your Big Daddy, aren't I?" Mr. Plato panted. "Big Daddy fuckin' you." "Yeah! Fuck me, Big Daddy!" Tammy huffed. "Talk to me, tell me dirty things. I like that," Mr. Plato begged.
Tammy didn't really know what to say to him, but she wanted to please the handsome teacher who thrilled her so much, made her light-headed, gave her a whirling feeling in her stomach.
"You like to fuck too, don't you, Sir?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"You like to fuck young girls, too . . . don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes . . . " he mumbled.
"Yeah, you're fuckin'me!"
"Mmmmm!" he moaned.
"You're a big, bad, naughty fucker, aren't you, Mr. Teacher?"
"Yes!" he gasped.
His ass humped faster now. He fucked a full nine inches of cockmeat in and out of Tammy's sucking, sweet pussy. She bounced under him, her long blonde hair spread on the leaves, a frame for her lovely face.
"Yeah, I'm naughty, my big cock is naughty," Mr. Plato panted.
"I know, Sir."
"Oh, Tammy, darling!"
"Come on, you nasty bastard, you little-girl fucker . . . come on and fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me!"
"Ahhh, Tammy!"
"Come on, Mister, fuck me, you Big Daddy bastard!"
"Mmmm, oh!"
He fucked faster, harder. Tammy humped up and down. They were fuckers in paradise there on the ground, the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches as if it were a shifting spotlight.
"Come on, fuck your little darlin', Big Daddy," Tammy whispered, enjoying saying dirty words to her teacher.
"I love you!" Mr. Plato yelped.
"I like the way you're finger-fuckin' my shitter, too, Sir."
He was drilling her like a jackhammer. She was floating on the fringe of erotic ecstasy. The slurpy sound of their hot fucking mingled with the chirping of the birds in the trees.
"Don't stop talkin' to me," he urged.
"Fuck me, Teacher! Go on, fuck your little student! Fuck me harder, faster!"
He did. His big balls slapped at Tammy's exquisite ass, and his cock plunged in and out of her tight cunt.
"Just fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me . . . that's what you always wanted to do . . . that's what all you older men want to do, don't you? You wanna fuck young girls like me . . . don't you?"
"Yes! Eee Gods, yes!" Mr. Plato blurted.
"I like you to fuck me, too ... I like older men, Sir."
"You'd drop your panties anytime for an older man with a big hard cock . . . wouldn't you, Tammy?"
"You know it," Tammy panted. "I'd drop my panties anytime. I'd take 'em down for an older man with a big, hard prick."
Tammy felt his prick bulge, then she thrilled to the warm flood of cock cream that splashed into her pussy. She rippled with the beginnings of a body-shaking climax.
"Uh, uh, ahhh!" She gulped, her breath sticking in her throat, her body on fire with the buzzing tingle of her cum.
"Tammy, baby . . ah, ah . . . phooooooo . . . shit!" he yelped, his cock squirting off in her pussy.
"Dirty little-girl fucker," Tammy whispered.
"Ahhhhhh," he continued, groaning through his climax.
"You're makin' me feel good, Mr. Plato," Tammy purred. "You're makin' me feel so good, you big, bad man!"
Chapter Twelve
Tammy was looking good in her cheerleading attire. It was a Friday afternoon. She wore her dark-blue pleated skirt, her tight yellow vest, red knee socks and white tennis shoes.
She was on her way to the principal's office. She had received a note during her last class to meet with Mr. Milton right away.
She went in and found the principal at his desk. He stood up as she entered. He was about fifty, tall, thin, his hair slightly graying. He had a strong, square chin, a tanned ruddy complexion.
He beckoned Tammy to sit in front of his desk in a big leather chair. She did, and her skirt skipped up high on her pretty thighs.
"There were some complaints last week that disturbed me, Tammy," he said.
Oh, oh, she thought. It must be about when I wore my white panties because Mr. Plato had taken my bloomers.
"What's that, Sir?" she said.
"That you weren't wearing the proper briefs."
"Well, I . . . "
"That you were wearing just a thin little pair of panties."
"My briefs had split, Sir," Tammy lied.
"Are you sure? You could be expelled for such behavior-I hope you know that."
Tammy was frightened by his stern look; she didn't want to be expelled. Things were going too well for her at Madison High. She reached down and lifted her skirt, pulled it up, and showed Mr. Milton her bright-yellow briefs- so tight and pretty, all crunched up in an inviting muffin mound between her legs, the fuzz of her sweet, young pussy pushing against the shiny yellow.
"See, I have them on, Sir," she said, sitting sexily in the big chair, her legs just slightly parted.
"Ah, yes . . . indeed, you do . . . ah, they're very nice, Tammy."
He stood up. Tammy saw an incredibly big cock-bulge in his tight gray slacks. He looked handsome in his three-piece suit. He came around the desk, his cock thumping bigger in his pants. He stood over the charming schoolgirl, who still held her skirt up, still sat with her legs apart.
"You're very alluring when you cheerlead, Tammy," he whispered.
"You like what I do?" she asked.
"It's enticing, very teasing," he said, his fingers trailing over her golden thighs, doing sweeping strokes along the creamy skin.
Then he sent his hand into the softness of her crotch, rubbed her pussy through the thin yellow bloomers.
Tammy spread her legs farther, let him get a good feel. She liked his hand down there. She looked into his rugged but handsome face, saw the passion burning in his eyes.
The principal's fingers scratched on her pussy, pushed in tighter, rubbed, flubbed, then he flattened his hand and slipped it against her cunt.
His big cock throbbed at his slacks. Tammy noticed a wet spot on the crotch.
"What do you like when I cheerlead, Sir? When my skirt is up like this, when I show my butt?"
"Yes, I love that."
"Do you come to the games and watch me?"
He nodded, his hand rubbing on her cunt. Tammy felt her pussy spritz, and her briefs got all gooey, gummy at the crotch. Mr. Milton could feel the warm seepage against his pawing fingers.
Tammy saw the wet spot getting bigger, spreading on the crotch of his slacks. His big cock thumped against the tight pull. Tammy knew that this man had a big cock by the bend in the erection.
She wondered quickly how she could get something out of his desire for her.
"I probably better go now, Sir," she said.
"Oh, no. Please!" he gasped.
"Well, I could stay for a while . . . if you'll fix my transcript for me . . . make all my grades A's, everything I've ever taken at Madison High."
"That's no problem, my darling," he whispered.
"Should I do some cheers for you, Mr. Milton? Would you like that?"
"That would be marvelous, Tammy."
She stood up. "You can take your pants down and beat your meat if you want to, Sir," she whispered.
Mr. Milton unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and pulled bis pants and shorts down so they were on his ankles. His immense prick wobbled wildly.
Tammy's mouth dropped open. She sucked in a gasp of air.
Mr. Milton's colossal cock was incredible. Long, well-rounded, hard and pulsing. The skin was marble smooth, and there was no sign of veins. His cockhead was round, red as a polished apple, and a big gob of pre-cum dripped from the piss slit.
Tammy knew it was bigger than any prick she'd seen. "How big, Sir?"
"It's almost fifteen inches," he said proudly.
"Phew!" Tammy huffed.
Then she raised her skirt, showed him her yellow briefs. She turned around, bent over and put her hands on her knees and wiggled her fine ass.
"We are the Hawks ... we are the Hawks . .... we're number one!" Tammy chirped as she swayed her hips and rolled her ass, doing a nice cheer for Mr. Milton.
"Oh, darling!" he whispered as he grabbed his cock and began a slow pump-jerk on it. "What a magnificent ass!"
"Does it make you hot, Sir?" Tammy teased, her body rolling and rippling, a supple sexiness that drove her principal mad with hot desire for her.
"Masturbate . . . masturbate . . . pump that prick!" she cooed.
"Oh, Tammy!" Mr. Milton swooned.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder at the passionate principal. She smiled seductively.
"Pump that prick, Sir . . . pump it, Sir . . . all the way!"
"Goddam!" he huffed.
"Jerk that boner, Sir! Jerk it hard!"
"Oh, you little bitch," Mr. Milton choked, and his hand moved faster as he pumped furiously on his mammoth prick.
Tammy turned around and lifted her skirt. She got her panties down in a yellow slash between her knees. She held the skirt up high and showed the principal her plush little pussy.
"Keep jackin' off, Sir . . . keep jerkin' girls like to see you do that."
"Do you?"
"Yes . . . looks good," Tammy said, and she bumped her hips to the right, to the left, rolling them in a showy bump and grind.
"Ah, shit!"
"This is what you like, isn't it, Mr. Milton? You'd like to see all us cheerleaders pull our panties down like this, wouldn't you?"
"Damn right!"
"Pump your prick, Sir . . . like that. Go real fast. Oh, yeah . . . yeah . . . like that, Mr. Milton."
He jacked off to the gloriously beautiful cheerleader. Tammy knew she owned him, and it delighted her that it was so easy for a girl to completely control a man.
She sent her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy lightly, watching Mr. Milton whacking off to her, completely amazed by the length of his enormous fucker.
He stood, knees bent slightly, his pants and shorts at his ankles, his hand humming on his stiff prick. Tammy liked it. She loved the way he looked ... a hot scene ... the principal jacking off for her.
The tip of his cock foamed with thick pre-cum. Then, big squirts of jism jetted out, shot at Tammy. He kept squirting out his cum-load, hammering hard on his rigid cockshaft.
Tammy pulled her panties back up. "If my briefs had slipped down so you could see my cookie, I'd have to pull 'em up again real soon, wouldn't I? Or else you'd get mad at me."
"You sweet little whore," the principal groaned.
"But what if my skirt came undone and fell off?" Tammy purred.
Her hand slipped behind her, and she unbuttoned the blue button, unzipped the small zipper. Her skirt fluttered to the floor.
She stood regal in her tight white vest, her lewd little briefs, her red knee socks, and white tennis shoes. She was a dream queen, a delicious cock-teasing youngster.
"God, what would I do, Sir? What would I do if my skirt fell off?"
"You'd just hafta keep cheerin'," he whined, his hand slick with jizz, a white cake of cum forming on the crescent of his forefinger and thumb.
"I guess I would," Tammy said, swinging her hips to the left, then the right, bumping her pussy at Mr. Milton, putting her hands on her knees and swinging her ass around in a sensational circular motion.
"Yes, you'd just keep cheerin'," Mr. Milton panted.
"But all the men would get hard-ons over me, wouldn't they, Sir?"
"Yes, yes," he gulped.
"They'd probably wanna see my cookie again, wouldn't they?"
"Yes."
"And what if my vest came unbuttoned and fell off, too?"
Tammy slowly unbuttoned her tight, white vest, opened it and revealed her flat, tanned tummy, her bulging pink bra full of her round teenette tits.
She took the vest off.
Mr. Milton pounded his prick wildly.
"I bet this would make the guys wanna beat off to me, huh?" Tammy whispered, a sly smile on her face. She was enjoying the control she had over the older man, loving the sight of him jacking his hard prick.
"Yeah!" Mr. Milton affirmed.
"Then I'd just be cheerin' out there, and all the men and boys would be up in the bleachers playin' with their cocks, wouldn't they, Sir?"
"Oh, yes . . . yes, indeed!"
"Bunch of dirty old fuckers up there, whackin' off over me."
"Of course, Tammy," Mr. Milton said. He jerked furiously on his hard horse prick, and Tammy's eyes were wide as she watched his action.
"Then, you know what I'd do, Sir?"
"No, what would you do?"
"I'd turn around, and we'd be yelling: 'Beat 'em back,' but I'd be yelling: 'Beat it off,' because I'd be lookin' back over my shoulder, smiling, and then I'd reach down and pull my bloomers down and let everyone see my butt."
"Ah, sweet, sweet, darling," Mr. Milton said passionately, his voice trembling, his hand doing a lewd herky-jerky on his freak prick.
"And I'd know that the men liked looking at me,-seeing my butt."
"Oh, yes! It's a beautiful ass, Miss Bixley. It's a magnificent butt. It's divine."
"I'd wiggle it, too . . .just to let everyone enjoy it ... . and I'd watch them jacking off. Do you think they would, Sir?"
"All of them. All the men would beat off over you, Tammy."
"Like you're doin', you bad, bad, bad man."
Tammy turned around again. She looked at Mr. Milton's big cock. It thrilled her. She lifted her teen tits out over the top of the pink bra.
"I'd show 'em my titties, too."
"I know you would, and they'd love it, Tammy."
He pumped his prick hotly. His eyes scanned her lush body, her blonde pussy, her tits, her bloomers tight on her thighs. He loved Tammy's beautiful young face, her ponytails.
"Turn around!" he huffed. "Turn around. I wanna cum on your ass!"
"On my butt, Mr. Milton?"
She turned around and bent over. Her curvy ass humped back at Mr. Milton. He staggered toward her, got behind her, pumped his prick, the big cockhead splattering, slapping all over the smooth cheeks of her amazing ass.
Tammy felt the thumping cock hammering on her buns. She could feel the hot spurts of his cum-load.
"Little bitch," Mr. Milton whispered, pumping his cock against Tammy's ass.
"Go ahead, Sir. Keep shootin' off on my butt."
He did.
It was an eruption. The cock cream flew. His cum-load was thick, boiling hot, and it splashed out in gushes.
She wiggled back to him, rolling her fine hips, undulating in a heavenly swirl.
"Ah, fuck-baby!" Mr. Milton blurted.
"Go on, do it!" Tammy cried.
His prick kept gushing cum. The stream of cock cream was thick and hot. Tammy felt the splashes of jism simmer on her ass. He nudged his prick up into the crack of Tammy's ass, and he pumped at her asshole.
More prick cream spurted. Hot, juicy splats of cum splashed all around Tammy's assbud.
"Yeah, yeah!" she said. "Just beat it off . . . beat your boner, Sir. I love it when men beat their boners . . . come on, beat it . . . faster, faster, you can do it faster . . . that's it. . . beat it off . . . beat it off . . . beat it all the way!"
Mr. Milton had never been so excited, never enjoyed anything more in his life than the feeling that consumed him as he climaxed and shot his cum-load on Tammy's ass.
He whipped his big prick at her, paddled her ass furiously. She felt the hot splats of cum pop her ass.
"You darling sweetheart," Mr. Milton moaned.
Tammy liked that. Darling sweetheart, she thought ... of course I am. She wagged her fine ass at his cum-spurting prick, and she felt the squish of the cockhead thump against her butt as Mr. Milton whacked off against her ass.
Big blobs of cum trickled down the crack of her ass, dribbled onto her thighs, then dropped into her briefs, which were tight on her thighs.
"That's the best ass I've ever seen," Mr. Milton panted, his hand paddling her ass as he jerked. "I love your ass, Tammy."
"You better," she said, looking over her shoulder at him, their eyes meeting in a hot stare. "You better love my ass, Mr. Milton, 'cause I'm lettin' you cream all over it."
Tammy still had her hands on her knees, and she was still thrusting her hot ass back to the masturbating principal. He panted wildly. His cock kept cumming. Big shots of cum spurted out, splashed on Tammy's ass, then streamed down onto her thighs, her briefs, her knee socks. Her rear was soaked with jizz.
Mr. Milton stuck his cum-spitting prick between the cheeks of her ass, pushed the cock-head up against Tammy's asshole, and jerked off frantically.
Tammy loved the delightful tickle this action gave her.
Mr. Milton pumped his prick against her ass cheeks. Her butt was soaked with cum. Tammy wiggled sexily, and the principal kept blasting more cum.
Finally he staggered backwards and fell into the leather chair, breathing hard, his cock still in his hand. Tammy turned around. Cum dripped from her ass, trickled down on her thighs and splashed into her bloomers.
"God, Sir, you really squirted," she whispered.
He sat looking at her, her beauty, her charm.
"I'd love to fuck you. Tammy," he said, handing her his hankie. She turned around again, then let him have the hankie back so he could wipe the cock cream from her gorgeous ass.
When he'd finished, Tammy turned around again. "Fuck me? With that big thing?"
"Uh-huh."
"I couldn't, Sir."
"Sure you could ... I gave you all A's."
"I know, but that was for what we just did, Mr. Milton."
"Well, isn't there anything else I could do for you?"
"I'm goin' on a vacation out west soon. I could use some money . . . maybe a loan."
"Well, of course." He reached in his pocket and took his wallet out. He took out six twenty-dollar bills and handed them to Tammy. "This should help."
Tammy took her bloomers down. They were soaking wet with cum. She moved to Mr. Milton. She straddled him, and took his prick in her little hand. She began inspecting his cock, amazed at the length of the cocklance. He got hard again. The cock stuck up like a yardstick.
"This boner is so darn big, Sir," she whispered.
"It's harder than it has ever been in my whole life, Tammy."
"Is it?"
"Oh, yes."
Tammy put both hands on the big horse prick. She stood straddling the principal. His colossal cock stood up so high, she didn'teven have to hump down. It was thumping on her pussy, the big cockhead gooey and slick.
Tammy ran her fingers down the mammoth cockstalk. "I'll bet it's a foot and a half long, Mr. Milton."
"Oh, not quite, honey."
"Would you like me to suck on your boner, Sir?"
"Jeezzuzzzz, yes!"
Tammy moved back between his legs. She bent over at the waist, her ponytails hanging forward. Her puckered, red lips touched the big cockhead.
"Ah!" Mr. Milton sighed.
She kissed his cock lovingly. Then her tongue I fluttered like a hummingbird all over the sticky pricktip. Mr. Milton quivered with delight and joy.
Tammy licked all over the cocktip, then tongued down the side of the cockshaft. She knelt, cupped his baseball-size balls, jiggled them, and pressed her lips to them, kissed his hairy balls hotly, sweetly, then licked them. "Oh, Tammy!"
She ran her tongue back up the cockstalk, and again it went twirling and swirling around the head of his giant prick, sending hot sensations through Mr. Milton's entire body.
"I'm so lucky to have you doing this to me," Mr. Milton said.
"I know," Tammy whispered, and she slipped her pretty lips over the bulging pricktip. Her lips sealed around the cockhead. Her mouth was full of the big cock.
He moaned loudly. His cock pulsed, thumped. Tammy reached out and clasped both hands around Ms cockshaft and pulled it out level to her kneeling position. She sucked sweetly. Then she got up and straddled back over his legs. She sat down on his thighs. His upthrust cock was up to her tits. She bent down a bit, got his cock between her tits, then squeezed them on the massive cockstalk.
She licked down and tongued the tip of his prick as she enclosed the cockrod with her tits. Then she raised up. She stood up. She got a two-handed grip on his cock. She slid toward it. The huge prickhead punched into her little cunt.
"I can only take that much, Sir!" Tammy cried.
"That's enough. Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me, Tammy."
"Want me to?"
"Yes, please . . . please fuck me, Tammy. I'm beggin' you to fuck down on my prick."
She did, swinging her sweet hips in a circular motion. She liked the big cockhead, and about two inches of prick, in her cunt. She fucked down slowly.
She looked at him. His eyes were glazed with joy, with glee, with love for her.
"You like fuckin' me, don't you, Sir?" Tammy whispered hotly.
"I love fuckin' you, Tammy. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"You like fuckin' me better than your wife?"
"Damn right!"
Tammy fucked up and down, her ass looking good, her body thin and shimmering. She was adorable standing over the big-cocked principal in her tennis shoes, red knee socks and pink bra.
She leaned over and kissed him. He loved this. Their lips met in a French kiss. His tongue wiggled into her mouth. She bit on it lightly.
She broke the kiss and stood up straight over him, her legs astride his. She fucked beautifully.
Her cheerleading outfit lay on the floor in colored piles. "Look, my panties ... my briefs, Sir . . . they're just soaked with all that stuff you shot out."
"I know."
"What am I gonna do, Sir? How can I cheerlead in them if they're drippin' with all your jizz?"
"Oh, I don't know ... oh, oh, Tammy!"
"I'll have to wear a little pair of pink panties under my skirt, Sir . . . just the only thing I can do."
"Oh, I know you will have to."
"And when my skirt flies up, everyone will see my panties, see how thin they are."
"Oh, yes!"
"And you'll think that's naughty, and you'll call me to your office to scold me again, won't you?"
"Yes, God, yes!"
Tammy's tantalizing teen-talk, her sexy swaying, her doo-wah-diddy fucking, just copping the top of Mr. Milton's cock in her sucking cunt, made the principal mad with need for her, with pure fuck-lust.
"But all the men at the game will have loved seein' me cheer like that, Sir. I know they like to watch me. All us cheerleaders know how sexy we are, and we know how you older men like to drool over our young butts."
"Yes, yes . . . you're so naughty ... I'd have to scold you."
"But you wouldn't. I'd come to your office, and you'd try to fuck me, and I'd end up on top of you with your big pecker up in my cookie."
"Oh, oh!"
She fucked faster, harder, pushing down, around on his huge cock that looked like a shining rod between them. Tammy kept fucking the head of his prick, managed to get one more inch of the thick cockshaft up in her cunt.
"We like it when you men get turned on to us when we cheerlead, Sir."
"Fuck me!" he cried.
She did. Faster, faster, faster, she fucked. He humped up off the chair, tried to stuff more cockmeat in her cunt. It wouldn't work, but she kept up her tottering fuck.
"I'm gonna cum!" he shouted.
"Goon, then . . . you dirty old man ... go on and cum!"
He did. His cock shot out a wad of cum that splashed up into Tammy's tight cunt.
Tammy loved this part. She loved the hot prick bulging, throbbing in her pussy, cumming off in her. She fucked down on his cock. She looked into his face, saw the lines of passion etched on his forehead, saw how his mouth hung open.
She felt the tingle of her own climax, that beautiful, fabulous ripple of thrilling excitement.
They did. They both felt better than they had ever felt in their lives. It was a fantastic fuck, a beautiful orgasm, the principal and his pretty student experiencing nature's most precious gift.
Chapter Thirteen
Tammy and Pam sat at the Pizza Hut, each having a Coke and a slice of pizza. Tammy had told Pam all about her fuck with Mr. Milton, about Mr. Milton's freak prick.
"God, I gotta see it!" Pam said.
"He'd be happy to show it to you, too," Tammy smiled.
"He'd give me all A's on my transcript, too."
"Sure, then we could split for California. Don't we have enough money now?"
"I got plenty. How about you, Tammy?"
"God, I've got nearly two thousand dollars- and I've got all those new clothes, too."
"Well, why not? We should get out of here as soon as we can," Pam said.
"Isn't it amazing what you can get men to do for you-if you only ask?" Tammy laughed.
"Well, I told you." "Yeah, you did . . . and thanks." They got up and went back for the afternoon classes at Madison High. They were determined that Pam would meet Mr. Milton, and he would fix her transcript, too.
Tammy was attired in a short denim skirt that rode high on her darkly tanned thighs. She had on a tight, pink tank top and sandals.
Pam wore a little black skirt, and she had on a white blouse. The blouse was sheer, revealing her black bra through the material. She wore pink high heels.
Both wore their hair in long ponytails. Pam had on a dark-red lipstick, and Tammy's was glossy pink. They were stunningly beautiful as they walked down the hall, their gorgeous asses wiggling salaciously.
They knew they were cute, pretty-even beautiful-and they liked the attention, the stares of the teenaged boys who gawked as they walked by.
Tammy felt more power, more confidence than she had ever felt in her life, and she knew she would do fine in Los Angeles. She knew there would be lots of men there who would like her, give her the breaks she needed to start a new life away from the boring Midwest, away from her drunken mother. The girls went directly to Mr. Milton's office.
He was surprised to see them, but they could see he was also delighted to have them before him in his office.
Mr. Milton stood up. He wore a dark, three-piece suit with white shirt and red-blue striped tie. He eyed the tantalizing teenaged girls.
"Yes? Can I help you, girls?" he asked.
Tammy walked up closer to the desk. "This is my friend, Pam. She's a cheerleader with me. She needs to get all A's fixed on her transcript, Sir."
"She does, does she?"
"Yeah."
He smiled. "Preparing for the future, are you, girls?"
They nodded.
"Show Pam your big cock, will you, Sir?"
Mr. Milton came around the desk. He unzipped, reached inside, and it seemed like he poked around in there forever. Finally he pulled his cock out. It was beginning a thumping life, throbbing to a thrilling hard-on.
"Yikes!" Pam gasped.
"Isn't that huge?" Tammy said.
"Shit, that's far out . . . really far out of his pants. God, how big is it, Mr. Milton?"
"I guess it's fifteen or sixteen inches."
"Oh, shit!" Pam gulped. Her eyes couldn't leave his prick. She stared shamelessly.
"Pull your skirts up, girls . . . let's do things together," Mr. Milton said.
Tammy and Pam both hiked their little skirts, and Tammy showed her pink panties. Pam showed her tight black panties.
"So nice . . . such sweet, pretty, young things," Mr. Milton whispered.
The girls held their skirts high. Mr. Milton's cock became rigid, and they watched the thumping hard-on throb.
Pam pulled her pretty black panties down, showed him her brown-haired pussy. "I need all A's, Sir," she whispered, running her hand down to her pussy, playing her fingers into the wiry mass of cunt curls.
"You'll certainly get them, too," he said, leering.
"And we'll need some more money for our trip out west . . . we're leaving tonight, aren't we, Pam?" Tammy said.
"Yeah, we're leavin' tonight, Mr. Principal . . . maybe you'd like to buy our bus tickets."
"I'd love to," Mr. Milton said.
The sweet teen queens of Madison High looked at each other and smiled. Tammy winked wickedly at Pam. Both girls knew this was only the beginning of an exciting life that lay ahead for them.
