Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels more daring and modern that the adults ruling the establishment the young person rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in an open society like ours.
Tammy Olson's story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way: Breaking the moral code she has believed in. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any wanton new experience. Indeed, Tammy makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard.
THE CHEERLEADER'S HOT SPLITS-the story of a young girl's struggle to find herself, and the experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventual happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Tammy Olson lay at the motel swimming in the blazing sun, tanning her gorgeous n queen body. She lay stretched out on a lounger in a bright yellow bikini bottom and a lit yellow bra-top. Her blonde-brown hair was tied in a ponytail with a white rubber band and her long mane flowed out behind the chair. She was reading a story in a confessions magazine she had picked up at the motel bookstore before she came out to the pool.
Tammy was enjoying a vacation with her parents. It was toward the end of summer and school would start when they returned. Tammy looked forward to high school at St. Mary's in Midwest City.
She put the magazine down and stretched, then yawned. She was the only one at the pool as it was late afternoon. As she yawned, she saw a flashbulb pop in the upper part of the motel.
She squinted against the sun and saw the shadow of a man in a second-floor room that overlooked the pool. He was focusing a telephoto lens on her. Another flash brightened his big picture window.
Jeez! she thought. That guy's taking pictures of me!
Indeed the man was. He hesitated at first when he saw her lying so beautifully on the lounger at the pool. What if she jumped up and ran and told someone? This was the question he had asked himself before he had focused in on her, but decided to take a chance. Besides, if she scooted away, he could leave his room. And if anyone did say something to him, he could say he was shooting a cloud formation.
But what he was shooting were sweet, sexy pictures of the golden teenager who looked so lovely and sexy down at the pool.
Tammy was lovely. She had one of those unique, classic faces, the bone structure perfect, as if chiseled by a master. In fact, many people always remarked how much she looked like a young starlet. She did have those remarkable cheekbones, luscious lips, and sweet brown eyes.
She had a fabulous young body that had taken on a rich ripeness during the summer months, her hips plush, supple, her tummy flat and tight, her legs beautifully tapered, and her tits, which had been little bumps, had now developed to a round firmness, like two oranges-soft, full, pointed.
She saw another bright flash.
"God, he's takin' pictures of me," she whispered, and felt a sting of excitement.
She trembled with a new sensation. Instinctively, her legs spread apart, and she lay supine on the lounger.
A quick series of flashes lit up the window. "Mmmmmm, he liked that move."
She cocked one knee up. More pictures. Then she pretended to straighten the towel under her, lifting up and thrusting her young hips off the lounger. The flashing camera went wild.
This is fun! she thought.
Tammy was also getting real hot. She felt a sweet gooshing at the crotch of her bathing suit. She got up, positioned herself on all fours, on her hands and knees, as if to lie down on her belly, her beautiful teen-queen ass arched toward the camera. She stole a look over her shoulder and saw the flash of the camera.
She lay down on her stomach, making sure her fine ass was arched up a little, and Tammy had an ass that couldn't have been more perfect if she had ordered it done by the same sculptor who chiseled her face.
She was steaming hot now, and she rubbed her cunt against the lounger, then she rolled over again, drooped her legs over the side of the chair, her eyes half closed so she could see the man with the camera, how he kept shooting shots of her.
What Tammy was suddenly realizing was that she loved showing off. She tingled all over.
The man, now picking up on the nymphette's brazen show, moved out of his room onto the balcony. He reloaded his camera, then telephotoed in on her and took more pictures.
Tammy saw him out there, tall, handsome, an older man, who looked about forty. He had sandy hair and he was lean and muscular in his swimsuit.
She pretended that her eyes were closed, but she kept one open so she could see him. She stretched again, throwing her arms wide, cocking one leg.
The man took more pictures.
She lounged sexily, giving him little moves. Then she saw him reach down and stroke his crotch.
Golly! she thought. He's all hot like I am!
Whew, this is fun!
She sizzled all over with a buzz of excitement and sexual urging.
He's playin' with himself! she thought. Jeez!
Indeed the man was. He palmed his huge erection as he looked at the gorgeous young girl. He'd never seen such a sexy beauty.
Then some people came out to the pool. A gross-looking family in wild-colored swim attire. Tammy had to refrain from further antics, and the man disappeared back into his room.
But as she lay there, she felt a new flame, an new personality. She had loved turning the man on. She loved getting him all hot, the way he played with himself as he looked at her.
She couldn't stand it.
She went to the bathhouse and looked at herself in a toilet stall. She stood against the door and pulled her bikini down. Her cunt was all wet. She diddled her linger into the juicy warmth, flipped her clit, and within thirty seconds she was shaking and shuddering, tingling all over with the feel of orgasm.
Then she sat down on the toilet seat. She spread her legs. Her yellow bikini pulled tight at her ankles. She stuck a finger in her pussy and fucked herself again, her hips rising up, her ass lifting to her plunging linger, and she came again.
She finally went to her motel room. Her parents had left her a note that they were in the dining room. They left instructions that she was to meet them.
Tammy couldn't get the picture-taking man out of her mind. What would he do with the pictures? He'd probably jack-off to them, she thought. This idea sent a hot tingle bubbling through her fine young body.
She lay down on the bed. The air-conditioner hummed. She was completely nude. She played with her titties, then rubbed her sweet pussy.
"God, I love to masturbate!" she whispered, sticking her finger in her juicing cunt.
She found her clit and tickled it until she burbled all over with another climax.
She got up, took a shower, and slipped into a pair of tight pink panties and a pink bra. She saw her dad's bottle of Jim Beam on the table. She uncapped it and took a slug.
"Ooof!" she choked. "That's strong shit!"
But she liked the hot feeling of the booze going through her, splashing on her empty stomach. She went over to the drapes and peeked out across the way at the room where the man had been taking pictures. He was standing out on the balcony.
She pulled the drapes, then backed up and turned on the light.
She took another slug of Jim Beam and walked to the big glass window. He saw her.
She could tell he saw her, because he straightened up quickly from leaning over the railing on his balcony. She stood in her pink panties and bra.
The man waved his fingers at her in a feeble hello.
She smiled at him and rolled her hips suggestively. He held up one finger as if to say, Wait a minute, and then he disappeared into his room.
Tammy stood waiting for him to come back out. She thought he was going to go in and get his camera, but soon she heard a knock at her door.
"Oh, my gawd!" she whispered. She opened the door just a crack. It was him!
He was handsome, tall, lean, an older man with rugged, muscular features.
"Hello," he said. "Can I come in."
"I-I don't think so," Tammy said. "This is my parents' room!"
"Just for a minute?" he urged.
"Ah, well, let me get something on," she said, leaving the door open and walking to the baggage on the closet shelf.
The man pushed in and closed the door.
Tammy turned to face him.
"You're gorgeous," he said, smiling.
"Ah, well ... I oughta put some clothes on."
"You look great in panties and bra," he said. Then they stood for a moment in silence. "I took some pictures of you at the pool," he said. "You looked so beautiful, so sexy."
"Well ... I...."
"What's your name."
"Tammy Olson."
"I'm Deke Taylor."
The handsome man still had on his swim trunks, and Tammy noticed the curling bulge inside.
"You better go now," she whispered.
"I'm crazy about you. I mean I'm really attracted to you, Tammy. You're so damn beautiful!"
"I hafta go meet my parents in the dining room."
"Okay, but I'm in room 222. If you can get away later tonight, why don't you come by and let me take some more pictures of you?"
The man's cock was as hard as an iron bar now, sticking out at his crotch like a big spike.
"I-I don't know," Tammy said.
Mr. Taylor, trembling, stripped down his trunks. His huge eight-inch prick snapped up and slapped against his belly. He grabbed the stalk and pumped it wildly for a few brief moments.
"And we can masturbate too," he gasped, then pulled up his swimsuit and disappeared.
"Oh my gawd!" Tammy gasped.
She shook all over. She was hot. She'd never been so excited. It had all happened so fast. She lay down on the bed, then got back up and pulled the drapes. She got back on the bed. She slid her hand down into her panties and knuckled out the crotch.
"Oh, jeez ... he had his peter out!" she gasped hotly. "He took his peter out and played with it in front of me! Oh, shit!"
She fingered her pussy.
"Oh, wow, I made him all hard! I made him so hot he took his boner out and fucked it with his hand right in front of me like that! Oh, shit!"
She diddled her cunt fast. She spread her legs. She looked wonderful lying on the bed in her panties and bra, her hand deep in the panties fingering her pussy.
"And he wants me to meet him later and masturbate ... oh my gawd! Oh, oh! Jeeeeeeeezzzzzz!" she sighed heavily, loudly, as she came.
The phone rang.
"Tammy, are you coming down here or not?" her mother asked.
"Yes," she replied, pulling her dripping hand from her panties. ff.
CHAPTER TWO
Tammy donned a tight black jeans skirt, and a pink sweater that wrapped around her tightly, pulling in breathlessly on her round, firm tits. She slipped on a pair of low-heeled pink pumps. She fixed her hair in double ponytails, tied them with pink ribbons, then she blushed her cheeks with an apple-red blush and slashed some juicy, pink lip-gloss on her puckered lips.
She went to the elevator and took it up to the top of the motel to the dining room. The elevator was packed. It jerked as it started. A man who was standing with his wife jostled back and pushed Tammy into the man behind her. Tammy's ass was against his thighs.
The elevator crawled upward.
The man's cock crawled upward.
My gawd! Tammy thought. This man behind me is gettin' a big boner on my butt!
Tammy pressed back harder. The outline of his cock pushed into the curve of her beautiful ass. She could feel him thrust forward. She wiggled slightly. Her pussy gooshed in her panties.
The elevator jerked to a stop. The crowd filed out.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder to see the older man looking very dignified, gray hair, ruddy face, buttoning his suit coat over his erection.
She found her parents and sat down. "Well, that took long enough," her mother said.
"I'm sorry," Tammy apologized. They ordered. But all through dinner Tammy kept thinking about the man in the elevator,' how he had gotten all boned up over her butt. She was itching between her legs. She crossed them, then pulled back a ways from the table.
Suddenly she saw the man again. He was sitting with his wife at a nearby table.
He smiled. He gawked at her legs.
Tammy gazed at him, then at her folks, but her mom and dad were deep in conversation, her father yapping about a real-estate deal he was working on.
Tammy uncrossed her legs slowly. The older man's mouth dropped as he looked up her skirt and saw Tammy's pink panties.
Tammy was real hot now.
She slid down in her chair just a little and her skirt slid up on her thighs. She made sure her folks couldn't see, but that the man could.
He kept staring at her, enjoying the view of her tanned thighs. Tammy crossed her legs again, holding one up high so he could see far up her skirt.
His mouth formed an O as he watched.
She was so turned on.
"Can I leave now," Tammy said, finishing her dinner.
"Where do you have to go."
"I wanna go back and finish a book I was readin'. "
"Okay," her dad said, "we're gonna stay up here and have a few drinks, then we're goin' to the lounge and dance. We won't be in until late."
"Okay," Tammy said, then got up.
She wiggled past the man. He glared at her as she walked past, and as she got to the door, she looked back and saw him admiring her fine ass.
Tammy hurried to her room. She closed the door, locked it. She leaned back against the wall and hiked up her tight skirt into the black ripples above her pink panties, jiggled it up higher, then dipped into her panties and sighed heavily.
"Ahhhhhhh! Oooooohhhh!! !
Her knuckles jiggled the crotch of her tight panties.
"Oh, jeez! That guy on the elevator had a big boner! He had it thumpin' all over my butt. Shit! Oh, shit! And at dinner he kept lookin' up my skirt at my panties. Shit! He had a hard-on too, I could see the way he had his napkin over his lap."
She diddled wildly in her panties.
"Oh, here it cums! Here comes that good feeling! Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" she babbled as the ripples of climaxes spilled through her divine young body.
Calmed down now, Tammy caught her breath and took a long glug from her daddy's Jim Beam. She lay down on the bed and relaxed.
She wondered about that man in room 222.
"Should I go over and let him take pictures of me? No, I better not. He might hurt me or something."
She took another swig of Jim Beam.
"God, this stuff is good," she mumbled, feeling a quick buzz of the high.
She picked up the phone and dialed 222.
"Hello."
"Hi, this is Tammy."
"Are you comin' over?" he asked. "I dunno."
"I want you to."
"Do you."
"Yes!" : "Why?"
"Because you're the prettiest and sexiest girl I've ever seen!"
"You wanna take more pictures of me, huh?"
"Yes."
"I-I better not, sir."
"Look, I won't hurt you or anything."
"Well...."
"Look, I'll give you a hundred dollars if you'll come over and let me take some pictures."
"A hundred dollars!"
"Yes."
"Well, I'll think about it then," Tammy said.
She hung up and took another drink. She felt good now. All jazzed up.
"Gee, a hundred dollars," she said aloud. "I've never had that much money."
She took another drink and went to the mirror. She applied a thick slash of lip-gloss. Her pink lips glistened. She put a fresh blush on her cheeks.
"Oh, what the hell! Why not?"
She left her room and walked to 222. She knocked and the handsome man let her in. He wore only a red robe and slippers.
"I'm so glad you came!" he exclaimed.
Tammy was a little drunk. She felt free and easy. "So, you wanna take some pictures of me for a hundred dollars, huh?"
"Yes," he said, and he had the money ready.
He handed it to Tammy and she put it in her purse. "How should I pose, Mr. Taylor?"
"Pull your skirt up."
"Let you see my panties?"
"Yes!"
"Gee, well ... I never done nothin' like this before, sir."
"Go ahead!" he urged.
"Well, okay," Tammy said, and she pulled her tight black skirt up over her pussy-packed pink panties that were bulged at the crotch by the fuzzy carpet of teen cunny curls between her legs.
"Ah, yes, lovely!" Mr. Taylor sighed, taking a picture.
He took two more pictures, then asked her to turn around.
Tammy held the skirt high and turned. "Oh my!" he gulped. "You have an exquisite ass, my dear! A lovely, lovely ass! Did you know that."
"Thanks, sir."
He shot several pictures of her pink-pantied ass.
"Take your pants down and let me see it," he said. "See my butt."
"Yes!"
"Well, okay," she said, peeling her panties down on her thighs.
"Oh, that's magnificent, my dear!" he whined, shooting more pictures. "Now turn around."
"So you can see my puffy."
He smiled at her sweetness.
"Yes, your puffy!" he exclaimed, holding the camera ready.
Tammy turned and showed him her pussy, the sweet brown muffin of fuzzy curls. He shot a wild set of pictures.
"Sit down in the chair and take your panties off."
"Gee, I dunno, sir. I better not."
"Oh, please!" he pleaded, and his robe fell open. His huge naked cock flopped out. "Ah!" Tammy gasped. "Sir."
"Please!"
"I probably oughta get back. My mom and dad ... well, he really isn't my dad, he's my stepfather ... they...."
"Oh, please, look I'll give you some more money!" Mr. Taylor said.
He stuffed a fistful of bills in her purse.
"Okay, I'll do it then," she said. She stripped her pants off, sat down with her legs wide apart. "You want me to do dirty stuff, huh?"
"Yes."
"like have my legs apart like this, huh?"
"Oh, yes!" he gasped, shooting away with his camera.
Tammy eyed his big prick which was bubbling, foaming and spurting juicy gobs of cum on the carpet.
"Pull your sweater up," Mr. Taylor said.
Tammy lifted her pink sweater over her bra and he took a picture.
"Want me to take my boobs out?" she asked sexily. She was really feeling the whiskey now.
"Yes!" he panted.
Tammy took her juicy titties out and placed them over the top of her lacy bra like two big lemons.
Mr. Taylor shot more pictures, then he put the camera down and stood in front of her. He grabbed his cock and started jerking on the stiff stalk.
"Whew, sir! Wow!" she gasped, her eyes wide, her mouth open, as she sat fascinated by his lewd pumping. She liked the way he hammered his prick.
"You're masturbatin' yourself, mister!"
"Yes, yes!" he panted.
"Should I?" Tammy whispered.
"Yes, masturbate, Tammy!"
She slid her ass to the edge of the chair, her legs spreading farther apart, and she diddled her pussy as she watched him slugging his prick.
"Oh, honey!" he panted.
"Ow, wow, mister! You really pound that boner, don't you?"
"Yes, to you! You made me so hot when you were out there at the pool today."
"Did I?"
"Oh, yes! You looked so damn good all spread out on that chaise lounger!"
Tammy looked scrumptious all splayed out on the chair in front of the man, her legs apart, her hand on her pussy, her skirt up on her waist, her sweater up around her shoulders, her tits over the top of her bra.
She licked her lips and twiddled her clit.
Mr. Taylor jacked his hard dick. Squirts of cum juiced from the pricktip.
"Does that feel good when you play with your peter like that, mister?" Tammy asked.
"Yeah, don't you feel good?"
"Yes!"
They masturbated and watched each other. Tammy was filled with the sweet sensation of sexual excitement. She knew she was going to cum, and she did. A tingling buzz waved through her. She stiffened, thrusting her ass off the chair, and she swirled her pussy at her fucking finger.
She vibrated all over.
Then Mr. Taylor came. His cock shot out a thick, arcing stream of hot lavish cream.
"Oh, jeez, mister!" Tammy cried.
She'd never seen a cock cum before, and the sight of his spraying prick enthralled her.
She came again.
His cock gooped out heaps of juice that streamed through the air and splashed on Tammy's legs. A big hunk of oozing goo hit her thigh and drooled down her leg.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped.
"Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!" the man sighed.
"You're shootin' all that stuff, mister! Wow ... goody goody!" she yelped.
"Oh, baby!" he cried.
"Jeeeeez, looka that stuff shoot!" Tammy whispered, the satisfaction of her climax still jerking through her in a stormy explosion.
She fell back on the chair.
The man stopped pumping his cock. It thumped and wavered, spitting little gobs of goo as he huffed and puffed above her.
"I better go now," Tammy said.
"Lemme feel your pussy first!" he pleaded.
"Uh-uh, no! I better not, sir."
"Please!"
"No, I gotta go now."
"Just let me touch it!"
She wanted to let him, but she was frightened. She'd never had anyone touch her cunt but herself.
"Well...."
"Yeah, let me!" he whispered, moving to the chair.
"Jeez, mister, touch my puffy."
"Yes, but I wouldn't, if you really don't want me to."
His hand trailed up her smooth, lovely thigh, his fingers on the gorgeous skin, tickling her there. Tammy watched, her eyes wide. His hand slid up farther and he tenderly touched her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "Jeez, you're touchin' my puffy, mister."
His fingers threaded into the fuzzy brown muff of fine hair. Her pussy was gooey wet from her rapid finger fucking.
He stuck a finger in her cunt.
"Ah, oh!" Tammy gulped.
He leaned over and kissed her glistening pink lips, wobbling his tongue over the pink lips, while his finger slowly jimmied her cunt.
He broke the tender kiss and dipped to her tits; his tongue swirling around the erect nipples, and then he sucked on the perfect teenette tits as his finger continued fucking her.
He found her clit and twiddled it.
"Ahhoooo! Jeeeez!" Tammy babbled.
She came quickly, shuddering, shaking there in the chair, all radiant and glowing, a teen beauty expressing her desires and sexuality.
"Ah, jeez, sir!" she panted.
"You like that ... sure you do ... you're cummin' right now, aren't you?" Mr. Taylor whispered.
The man's cock had hardened again, and as he stood over her, the big stalk stuck out straight and hard, wavering, throbbing at Tammy.
She instinctively reached up and grabbed the bristling prickstick. She got a good grip on his cock and squeezed.
"It's so big and hard!" she whispered, tingling in the afterflow of her climax.
"Pump on it for me!" he urged.
"Should I? Should I pump your boner, sir?"
"Yeah, do it! Do it, Tammy!"
He still had his hand in her pussy.
The phone rang. Mr. Taylor hesitated, then went to answer it. Tammy quickly slipped her panties on and dashed out the door.
As she walked to her room, she wondered why she had freaked out, why she didn't stay and enjoy more fun with the man, but she had simply freaked out and left.
She got to her room, quickly stripped nude and lay down on the bed. She started finger-fucking her cunt, and she kept fingering it long into the night.
CHAPTER THREE
Tammy started school at St. Mary's after she returned from vacation. St. Mary's required the girls to wear uniforms-little blue skirts with swirling pleats that rode high on the girls' thighs, and the skirt matched with white sweaters. The girls also wore dark-blue kneesocks and blue and white saddle shoes.
Tammy put her uniform on and appraised herself in the mirror. Her sweater was tight enough, she thought, and showed off her nice round titties well. The skirt was tight on her lush teen hips and pulled in gloriously across her marvelous ass.
Her beautiful, tanned legs were very exposed as the skirt hemmed out six inches above her knees. She put her long blonde-brown hair in double ponytails, tied them with white ribbons and took the bus to school.
St. Mary's had both nuns and lay people teaching. Tammy was given her list of classes and her times, and she went to her first class, an English class with Mr. Sanders. She sat down in the front row and watched the tall, handsome teacher saunter in.
Gawd, he's handsome! Tammy thought, looking at Mr. Sanders. He was lean, tall and had sandy, long hair that was shaggy in the back. He wore a tweed, brown sports jacket and black slacks. His blue button-down shirt was crisp and worked well with the coat and a brown tie.
"Good morning, students," he said in a soft, deep, sexy voice.
He looked out at the students, both male and female sitting in their desks. The boys in their white shirts and blue slacks, the girls in their uniforms.
"This is a literature class, and most of you will also be in my composition class," he said. "You will first read Shakespeare's Hamlet. We will study how Hamlet's indecision led to the deaths of so many people. We will see some very fine writing, and we will study why Hamlet suffered from the Elizabethan disease called melancholy."
Mr. Sanders then lectured about Shakespeare, giving a history of the writer's life, his acting, his playwrighting, and how he along with other players opened their own theatre in London.
Tammy sat in her desk, looking adorable, feeling excited by the handsome teacher. He must be about forty, she thought. He had rugged good looks, a good strong physique. She thought about her experience at the motel, how she had showed off for the man with the camera, and she wondered if she could show off in class a little.
She crossed her legs. She swung one leg over the other and wiggled it. She leaned back in the desk so her tits bulged out of her sweater.
She caught Mr. Sanders looking at her with intense eyes. She liked that. She liked older men looking at her. It excited Tammy. She got all itchy between her legs. She uncrossed her legs, made sure she held the top one up for a moment, so she could let the teacher look up her skirt if he wanted to.
He wanted to.
He looked straight up to her pink panties, then shifted his gaze away and continued lecturing.
After class she left the classroom and went to her geography class. It was boring, but she did learn where Chad was and she'd never known that before.
At lunch, she sat alone in the cafeteria and was joined by Chris Severson. Chris was a senior at St. Mary's, a beautiful, brown-haired girl, with tiny tits but an incredible, charming, most magnificent-looking ass.
"Hi," Chris said.
"Hi," Tammy answered.
"You just started here, huh?" Chris asked.
"Yes."
"You should go out for cheerleading. We could use another pretty girl on the squad and we have two openings."
"You think I could make it?"
"Sure, come to the try outs after school today."
Tammy agreed, and the girls finished lunch while they chatted.
"Mr. Sanders is sure good looking isn't he?" Tammy said.
"Oh, yeah, he's really a hunk. So is Mr. Olson. Have you had him yet? He teaches history."
"No."
"Well, you'll like him and it's easy to get good grades from him, all you gotta do is let him look up your skirt a lot in class, give him a good show and he'll give you a good grade."
"Really?" Tammy said.
"Sure, try it," Chris smiled. "I did, and I got an A. Well, come to the tryouts. See you then, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks, Chris. See you then."
Chris walked away, and Tammy noticed the boys in the cafeteria ogling her fine ass as it wiggled under her blue school skirt.
Tammy tried out for the cheerleading squad, and with Chris's help, she made it, and was issued a uniform. The girls had a week to practice, to get their routines together for the first home game.
Tammy went back to her locker to take off her shorts and put back on her uniform and catch the late bus back home. She changed and was walking down the hall. She was met by Mr. Sanders.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"Hello, there. I saw you out my window practicing for cheerleading. You looked quite good. What's your name?"
"Tammy Olson."
"Yes, I saw you in my class this morning," he said, smiling.
"Yes, I enjoyed that class, sir. I want to know all about Shakespeare."
"I'm very happy to know that, my dear."
They stood for a moment looking at each other.
"You are a lovely young lady, Tammy," he blurted.
"Well, thank you, sir." She smiled.
"Why don't you come to my office and I'll give you a good study guide for the course? It will put you ahead a little bit."
"Oh, that would be great, sir! Sure!"
He led her to his office down the hall. Inside, he went to his desk drawer and pulled out a Hamlet study guide, a detailed outline of the play.
"Here, this should help," he said.
Tammy sat in a chair at the edge of his desk, her body snuggled nicely in the black chair, her legs pointing at him, crossed, tanned, looking beautiful.
"I liked very much how you let me see up your skirt in class this morning, Tammy," Mr. Sanders said.
Tammy blushed. "I ... er ... ah...."
"I liked seeing your panties," he whispered.
"Gee ... I...."
"You did let me see them on purpose, didn't you?"
"Well, I ... yeah, I guess I did, sir."
"That was very sweet of you, Tammy. Very, very sweet. And I would love to see your panties again, if you'd honor me with such a show."
"I ... see my panties, sir?"
"Yes, again, like this morning. Maybe even a bit longer this time. Of course it's entirely up to you, I would never suggest something you didn't want to do. Do you want to show me your pants?"
Oh, how she wanted to show him her pants! She was trembling with excitement. Her pussy was wet, and she was vibrating with a new feeling.
"You want me to pull up my skirt, huh?" Tammy whispered.
"Well, yes. I would love it, Tammy, but only if you want to, and I think you want to, don't you?"
"Yes!" she said quickly, then slid down so her ass was on the edge of the chair. She pulled her little blue school skirt up over her tight pink panties.
"Oh, my, my!" Mr. Sanders gulped, eyeing the brown pussy-muffin that bulged out the crotch of her thin, nylon panties.
"like this, sir? Pull my skirt up so you can see my panties?"
"Yes, that's wonderful, Tammy, so very nice!" he complimented her in his rich, deep voice.
She saw the thumping rise of his cock in his pants. It spiked up a big bulge at his crotch. She shuddered when she saw his hard prick throbbing against his slacks.
"You are so beautiful, so very sexy. I mean really, Tammy, for a young girl you ... you have it all ... I mean you're gorgeous!"
"Thank you sir," she smiled sexily, holding up her skirt with both hands, letting him gawk at her pink undies.
"I'd really like to kiss your panties, Tammy ... I mean if you'd let me."
"Kiss my panties, sir? Gee, that would be wild!" Tammy exclaimed.
The darling beauty looked adorable sitting there, holding up her skirt, her legs set wide apart, her pink panties shaded at the crotch by the teenybopper fuck fuzz between her legs. Her juicy round tits pushed provocatively against her tight white sweater.
"Sure, kiss my panties, sir," she whispered.
Mr. Sanders leaned over in his chair, placed his trembling hands on her dimpled knees, then slid them up and down her smooth, tanned thighs.
Tammy saw the desire and love etched on his rugged, handsome face.
Mr. Sanders slid out of his chair to his knees. He was between her legs, pushing them apart. He kissed along her sweet thighs.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled.
His tongue slicked spit up and down the insides of her legs, from the tops of her knee-socks to the edge of her pink panties.
"Golly!" Tammy sighed.
Then he was at her panties. He kissed the thin, nylon crotch tenderly, his lips puckered.
"Oh, wow!" Tammy gulped.
His tongue snaked out, and he lapped and licked.
"Oooof, sir!" she gasped. "You're lickin' my panties there. Right there on my puffy!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" he murmured, his tongue slapping wildly at her crotch.
Tammy was excited. Shivers of desire shivered through her fine, young body. She wiggled a bit in the chair, pulled her skirt up and humped off the chair. Her hands slid down into Mr.
Sanders' hair.
The eager teacher munched the crotch of her pink panties, licking, lapping, chewing.
"Oooh, sir! You're chewin' on my panties there!" Tammy whimpered, loving the feel of his hot, wet mouth between her legs.
"Yeahhh!" he mumbled. "I'd like to take your panties down, Tammy."
"I don't know, sir. You think you should?"
"Yes, do you want me to? I'd love to see your pussy. Do you wanna show it to me?"
"Oooh, jeez!" Tammy babbled, so hot, so ready for his tongue caresses.
"Do you? Do you wanna let me see your cunt?"
"Oh, gosh, yes! Yeah!" Tammy huffed. "I wanna show you my cunt ... if you'll let me see your boner, Mr. Sanders!"
"Okay," he said. "You take your panties down."
"They're so wet and gooshy, sir, 'cause you licked 'em so much," Tammy said as she thumbed her little pink panties, then tugged them slowly, all the time watching Mr. Sanders' face.
He had such an intense, hot look as he stared at her legs and her panties. She took her panties down slowly.
She lifted her fine ass off the chair and slipped her panties down on her thighs and showed the teacher her beautiful pussy, the fuzzy young thatch of cunt hair there, the puffed muffin, her pussy slit all gooey and wet.
"Oh, Tammy!" he sighed.
She took her panties down to her knees and left them there in a pink tight stretch.
"Now, you, sir," she said.
Mr. Sanders stood up. He unbuckled his slacks and let them fall to his ankles. His jockey shorts were bulging with his stiff erection. He stripped his shorts down and his huge prick snapped up and slapped against his hairy belly.
"Ah!" Tammy gasped, sucking in her breath in pure amazement at the length of his cock.
A handsome cock indeed, long and hard, a full ten inches of manly prick, round, thick, shining smooth like marble, and bubbling, foaming at the tip with his love cream.
"Oh, sir!" she stammered. "That boner!"
"You like it, Tammy?"
"Yes!"
"I love your little pussy, too!" he whispered.
He put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down. He kissed her as his hands cupped her lovely tits, squeezing, fondling the juicy orange-like orbs.
Her pink bubble-gum lips slurped on the teacher's greedy mouth, and they kissed in a hot Frenchie as his hands bobbled her tits.
When he broke the kiss, he whispered: "Could I kiss your pussy, darling?"
"Ah, whew! I dunno! Jeez, sir! Kiss my puffy? Wow!" Tammy whimpered, wiggling hotly in the chair.
"Yes, just let me kiss it!"
"Okay, just a little kiss, sir."
He got back down on his knees and he took her pink panties down to her ankles and slid them off. Then he was on her cunt, his mouth wide, kissing, sucking, slurping at her teenaged pussy.
"Oh! Ah! Oooooooooh!" Tammy sobbed, pleasure pulsing through her.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Delicious!" the teacher mumbled.
"Gawwwwd, sir! You're lickin' my puffy! Jeez!"
And indeed he was licking her pussy, lapping her cunt, and giving Tammy a feeling she had never felt before, a delicious satisfaction that she had never thought possible.
"You shouldn't kiss it too much, sir!" she whimpered.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled, his tongue slapping at her hot pussy, his lips sucking like a Hoover on the delicious cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Tammy sighed, and the vibration of sweet climax gripped her.
She stiffened as the sweep of satisfaction convulsed her body. She thrust her hips upward, pushed her cunt against his lapping tongue.
"Oh, gawd, sir! Sir! Oh! Ahhhhhhh!" she yelped.
He sucked her pussy, got the tip of her clit on the tip of his tongue and shimmied it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!" Tammy came again, and an incredible buzz of pleasure filled her as Mr. Sanders fucked her clit with his tongue.
He lifted her fine ass off the chair, cupped it in his hands, his fingers pinching into her ass-cheeks, holding her high, and then he munched and chewed wildly on her cunt.
"My puffy! My puffy!" Tammy cried. "Oh, that feels good, sir! Sooooooo good! Gawd!"
He had her at the top of pleasure and she never wanted to come down. She was splayed on the chair, letting him gobble and slurp her cunt.
Finally he let her down and Tammy lay back heaving, catching her breath.
"Jeez, sir, that was really somethin'! " she whimpered.
"Ever had anyone do that to you before, Tammy?"
"Never, sir!"
"Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes!" she answered quickly.
"Why don't you kiss my prick now?"
"Oooooo, gawd! I dunno! Should I sir?"
"If you want to. I sure want you to," he said.
"Jeez, I never kissed a boner before, and that thing is so big and stiff!"
He stood up in front of her, his huge-giant cock wavering, wobbling. Tammy sat up straight on the edge of the chair.
"I'll just kiss it a little, okay?"
"Yes, just hold it, down here," Mr. Sanders said, taking her hand and placing it on the base of his prickstalk. "That's it, hold it there, and kiss it."
"But it's all gooey and stuff, sir."
"Go ahead!"
Tammy ducked down and puckered her pink lips. She kissed the squirting prick. Her lovely lips swiped over his bulging pricktip, kissing away the thick cream. Her tongue swished out and she wiggled it across the top of his big cock, then she slurped down the side.
"I'll just kiss the tip of it again, just a little kiss," Tammy said.
She puckered her lips and planted a hot teeny-bopper kiss on the head of his big cock.
Mr. Sanders came. His prick bulged in Tammy's hand and heaved out a sizzling hot riptide of hot cream that surged like a ruptured water main, the hot jizz splashing all over Tammy's lovable pink lips, her chin, her red cheeks. She was amazed at the outpouring.
She jerked on his prick and kept her mouth open, letting him deluge her with his load, a gushing, slushing tidal flow of hot cream.
"Uhhhhhhh! Mmmmm!" she mumbled. "Gawd, sir!"
He fucked his ass in and out, his pricktip fucking against her lips, his load still splattering her beautiful face.
"Honey!" he cried. "Honey!"
Tammy pulled back, her face drenched with his cream. But she continued pumping on his cock, watching the spray, fascinated, amazed at the way the big globs of cum shot hotly out of the bulging, swelling prickhead.
"Jeez, sir! You're gooshin' all over me!" she exclaimed, putting one hand to her face, feeling the shower of cream that drooled from her chin.
"I know, I know!" he panted. "Jerk on it! Jerk my prick! Jerk me dry, Tammy!"
She did do that, hammering his cock and pumping out the last goop of cum.
He finally staggered back and fell into his chair.
"Oh, Tammy!" he whimpered. "That was so good, darling! So very good!"
"Jeez, sir. I never seen a boner shoot stuff like that, and it's all over my uniform, all over my face. Look, see there's stuff on my sweater, on my skirt and everything!"
"Don't worry, darling, it will wipe off," he said, dipping to her knees, licking his tongue into her pussy.
"Oh, sir! Don't!" Tammy whimpered.
But his lapping tongue had her. She loved it.
"Oh, jeez! Jeeeeeeez, sir! You gonna lick my puffy again?"
Indeed he was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tammy's mom and stepfather decided to go out for the night. Tammy had just gotten home from school, and she was tired from a long day. She was glad they were gone.
She watched TV, read some magazines and decided to turn in early, to get a good night's sleep so she could be ready to cheerlead at the big game the next day. She wanted to look good.
Tammy was excited about the prospect of showing off her gorgeous, young body in front of the stands, showing all her charms in her sexy little uniform that she thought was very revealing.
She climbed into bed and fell asleep instantly. It wasn't until later when she was awakened by noises. She rolled over and listened.
Tammy heard voices downstairs. Her mother and stepfather, Anne and Dave, must have returned while she was asleep. She had to go to the bathroom, so she got up and walked down the hall, did her business, and on the way back, she decided to peek over the banister into the living room below.
Dave, her stepfather, whom she hated, sat nude except for a white towel over his midsection. He must have just taken a shower, she thought.
Her mother looked super sexy in a tight short skirt and a blouse. She also wore nylons and heels.
She was teasing Dave.
Tammy got hot watching them down there.
Anne stood in front of the couch where Dave sat, swaying drunkenly in and out, her little blue skirt swirling on her hips. Her body shimmering, she bumped and rolled her ass.
Dave watched with his mouth open. "Oh, Anne! You do turn me on so!"
Tammy's mom was forty-one, still thin, still buxom, still very good looking. Dave was tall and thin, in his forties, and very handsome.
Anne slicked her skirt up and let him have a good look at her pink panties, her dark black garter-belt and her nylons. Tammy could see Dave's prick harden and push up the towel.
Tammy had on her pink shortie nightie with bikini bottoms. She slid her hand between her legs and played with her pussy as she watched.
Dave pulled Anne down beside him on the couch, circling her with his arms in a warm embrace. His lips pressed to the candy-red sweetness of her lips in a warm, tender kiss. A sharp tingle of excitement shivered through them.
Dave felt the plushness of her fine body against his. He swished his wet tongue over her lips, then slicked it into the bubbling juices of her scrumptious mouth. They fucked their tongues in a fire-hot French kiss.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled, his prick responding by thumping wildly against the thin towel.
He slid closer and let his hand float down to her lush hip, down her thigh, then back up.
"Oh, Anne, darling!" he whispered. "You make me so hot, so excited! You always have!"
"Good," she purred.
He cupped her tits, fondled the big melons, squeezing, caressing, loving them.
"May I unbutton your blouse and play with your titties, Anne?" he pleaded.
"Yes!" she answered quickly.
His trembling fingers worked at the buttons, and he opened her blouse, pulled it apart, and revealed a shiny pink demi-cup bra with stretch sides and lace cups. It had wide-set straps and was underwired, uplifting her beautiful tits.
"Oh, baby!" he gulped, lifting the big tits from the cups. He set them up over the top of the bra, then leaned in and kissed the shining nipples. His mouth plungered around the tips, then sucked voraciously.
Anne looked down and watched him greedily devour her bulging tits. "Yeah, that's good!"
"I love your tits!" Dave whimpered, his tongue licking, lapping, his mouth a big O as he sucked and kissed her gorgeous tit-globes.
His hand crept along her leg. He raised her skirt, drew his fingers up her nyloned thighs and felt the garter straps of her white waist-cincher.
Finally, he slobbered and slurped one last time on her tits, then lifted off. He pulled her skirt up over her lovely pink panties which were bulged out at the crotch by the rich, thick carpet of cunt curls between her legs.
He slid his hand into the wedge between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the panties. His fingers scratched and rolled on the soft crotch.
"Jeez, Anne!" he whispered.
She dropped her hand to the towel and palmed the spiking erection that shot up and made the towel into a mini-tent. She clutched his cock in a firm squeeze.
"I love you!" he gasped passionately.
"I can tell," she whispered.
"Gawd, these panties are hot!"
"My panties are always hot!" Anne retorted sexily, spreading her legs, planting her high heels firmly on the floor and cocking her knees apart to give him ample room to rub her where she liked it the most.
Dave felt the damp wetness that seeped through the thin, pink nylon. He rubbed harder.
Anne lifted the towel, peeled it back. His prick snapped to attention-hard, big, the tip foaming with jizzy cum. She wrapped her sweet fingers around the bulging shaft and squeezed firmly.
Dave dunked into her panties. "I'm in your pants."
"I know!"
"It's all wet, juicy, warm, down in there, darling."
"Just like you like it," Anne answered.
"You know I do, Anne!"
He slicked a finger into her cunt and started fingering her, his knuckles bulging the crotch of her panties, jiggling the nylon down there.
Anne slowly pumped his prick.
They kissed, their lips meeting in another fuck-hot kiss.
"Baby!" he murmured.
His finger danced in and out as he finger-fucked her sweet pussy. Anne gripped his hard, eight-inch prick, pulled down on the skin so the cockhead loomed big, red, swollen, like a pumpkin head.
"Why don't you get up and take your skirt and blouse off?" Dave suggested.
"Okay," she answered, and they broke their hot embrace so she could stand up and shed her clothes, so she could stand before him regally in her pink bra, her tight white waist-cincher, and her pussy-packed pink panties.
Tammy had her hand in her panties now, and she dipped her finger in her pussy, feeling the wet spritz, the juicy wetness. She found her clit and twiddled the erect love-button.
She liked watching.
Anne stood sexily, moving salaciously.
Dave rubbed his cock.
Tammy came. She had to stifle a scream. Oh, how she loved to cum! The good feeling zinged through her. She vibrated, bent over at the waist. She caught her breath and straddled the banister.
"I'll just fuck the banister," she whispered to herself as she watched the action below. "I'll just rub my puffy on the banister and make myself cum again."
She rode the banister like a hobby horse, fucking back and forth, holding on with both hands, humping it lewdly, fucking her pussy on the hard wood.
"Oh, I love this!" she sighed. "I love to cum! I wanna cum again! I wish Mr. Sanders were here and I could play with his great big boner, watch it cream and spurt!"
She humped the banister and looked down at the action below, watching her mom and her stepfather enjoying the pleasures of their own sexual satisfactions.
Anne stood in front of Dave and slipped off her blouse, then unbuttoned the short blue skirt and let it fall at her feet. She thrilled him as she stood over him, looking regal, beautiful, stunning in her tight pink panties, pink bra, and tight white-cincher. The garter straps were taut and glistening, hooked to the dark tops of her sheer nylons. Her feet were encased in bright white high heels.
Dave's towering erection throbbed and quivered, then spit out a goop of cream in honor of her magnificent elegance.
"Oh, darling," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion and excitement.
Anne stood in front of him, teasing him, exciting him to a shimmering fever. His prick was like an iron bar, slick as marble, throbbing and wavering in lovesick attention to Anne's enigmatic charms, her beauty, the supple sexiness of her enchanting ways.
Dave leaned back on the couch and set his legs apart. Anne came between them. She slid her hands up his thighs, then bent over and kissed the tip of his prick.
"Ooooo, baby!" Dave sighed.
She swished her tongue over his bulging prick-tip, then slicked down the bristling stalk on one side, up the other, over the tip, down again, up again, and then she sealed her bright red lips over his prickstick and started sucking him.
"Oh, sweet darling!" Dave gulped. "Oh, honey!"
She gripped the base of his cock with one hand and her sweet lips plungered around his hard-on. Her lovely head bobbed up and down. Dave simmered with passion as his cock was locked in the warmth of her soft, velvet-vise mouth.
"Oh, suck it, Anne!" he gasped. "Suck my prick, goddammit!"
She dipped to her knees between his legs. Her mouth felt like heaven on his prick, and her red lips sealed in a vacuum-like suck.
Dave reached down and drew circles with his fingers on the sweet, caved-in indentation on her cheeks.
"You beautiful cocksucker!" he sighed. "You do that soooooo damn good, Anne! You suck so good!"
His heart thumped. He tingled all over with a delicious ecstatic vibration.
"You're best, baby! You're the best damn cocksucker in the whole damn world!" he mumbled. "Aren't you?"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" she mumbled, her head still bobbing up and down slowly, her lips gliding the length of his long, stiff erection.
"Suck it all! Swallow it! Choke on it!" he babbled. "Suck my peter-dick, Anne! Suck me off, baby!"
Anne sucked faster. Then she took his hot cock out of her mouth, slicked it along her cheek as her tongue wagged all over the stalk, up and down, over the head. She pumped slowly on the hard-on with her hand and dipped lower so she could tickle his big, dropping balls with her fire-enflamed tongue.
"Ah, oh ... phew, shit!" he sighed. "Yeah, lick my balls, baby!"
She kissed them, sucked them, drove Dave wild with her mouth and tongue as her hand danced up and down on his spit-soaked prick.
Her wet, sloppy tongue slurped deliciously over his balls, tickling Dave to a dizzying passion, while all the time her hand did a slow herky-jerky on his squirting prick.
"You like this?" Anne gasped.
"You know I do!"
"It's squirtin' all over!" she observed, a hot splash of juice spitting, hitting her arm.
She was up on her knees now, attentive to the hand-job she was giving him. She used her free hand to tickle his balls as she jerked faster on his cock.
"Goddamn, Anne! You do that soooooo fuckin' good!" Dave sighed.
"Thank you," she purred, b "Just keep pumpin' me!" he panted.
"I am!" she gasped, her hand blazing now on his cum-soaked prick. "Faster!"
"Yeah, faster and faster and faster and faster and faster!" Anne screamed, her hand blurring in a savage pump.
"Oh, Anne! Baby! Sweetheart! Doll face!" Dave babbled.
"Get it, honey!" she urged. "Come for me!"
"I will-I will!"
"Come on, big daddy! Shoot your wad for me! Come for me!"
His prick foamed and bubbled; gobs of juice spilled over the top down into Anne's jerking hand. She slugged the hard erection as fast as she could pump.
"Honey! Here ... here ... here I cum!" Dave yelped. "Oh! Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"
A torrent of rich, thick cream spurted from the bulging head of his prick, an overload of hot cum that arced high then came splashing down on his thighs and on Anne's hand. A big goop of jizz splattered on her lovely titties. Anne pumped hard and fast, taking him to the edge of pleasure.
"Oh-, honey!" he cried. "Honey, honey, honey!"
Her hand was soaked with cum. Her pumping strokes made slick, thick, slurping sounds as she continued jerking on his huge hard-on, pumping him dry.
"Ah! Oooooh-whewwww!" Dave babbled. "So goooooood, so good, Anne!"
She smiled as she watched the explosive eruption, the spurting, jetting cream pour from his prick. Dave's body had stiffened. He shuddered and shook all over. His face was etched with pleasure wrinkles.
She finally withdrew her dripping hand from his creamy cock. She bent over and kissed the cum-bubbling tip, licking up the thick juice, swiping it, then tasting the warm, salty goo.
"Mmmmmm! Tastes delicious!"
"You're the one who's delicious, baby!" he sighed, falling back on the couch.
Anne stood up. Dave moved to the edge of the couch. He put his hands on her hips and muffed his face into the crotch of her panties, kissing and licking at the soft mound of her V.
Tammy came again, rubbing off on the banister, watching Dave slurp on Anne's pussy.
Dave licked her good. "Let's go upstairs and finish off with a good hot fuck."
"Okay!"
Tammy was tingling with a climax. She didn't want to get off the banister, but she couldn't let them catch her.
She slid off and dashed to her room.
Tammy heard them come upstairs and go to their room. She lay back, slipped her panties down and fingered into her pussy.
"I'm gonna cum all night!" she sighed as she started fingering her sweet cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tammy looked incredible, adorable, exciting, in her darling cheerleading uniform-a tiny black skirt with swirling pleats, a red ring around the hem, a tight black vest that pulled deliciously against her round, teenette tits, with a red stripe down the long sleeves. She also wore red kneesocks and white tennis shoes. Under her skirt, she had pulled on a tight pair of red bloomers, so tight that they rode high on her gorgeous ass and pulled in juicily at her crotch.
She put her hair in double ponytails and tied them with red ribbons. Then she applied a good thick slash of red lipstick, red rouge, and now she looked at herself in the dressing-room mirror.
"Pretty damn impressive!" Chris said, also looking spectacular as she turned in front of the mirror, letting her black, pleated skirt skip high above her bright red panties, bending, looking back over her shoulder at the way the pleats pulled way up and showed her ass, the red bloomers cutting a tight indention between the cheeks of her splendid ass.
"Yeah, we look good, huh?" Tammy said.
Indeed they did. The suggestive young strumpets made male eyes devour them with vulgar glares as they paraded their sweet gorgeous goodies down the hall at St. Mary's High School, on their way to the rec room to kill an hour before the game.
The darling tarts had Cokes, and showed off to the boys in the rec room.
"See how they stare at us?" Chris whispered. "Don't you love it? Let's go walk the hall again and see what happens."
"Okay!" Tammy replied.
They got up and walked down the hall, showing off their fine, tight bodies-Tammy, juicy, lush big tits, supple hips, perfect face, and Chris, thin, no tits, heavenly ass, thin waist, lithe hips, long legs, blonde hair to her shoulders, parted in the middle with bangs on her forehead.
They passed Father Flanagan, the headmaster at St. Mary's.
"Hello, Father," the darling girls chirped.
"Hello, ladies," Father Flanagan said stiffly.
"I'll bet he looks at our asses," Chris whispered to Tammy.
They both caught the good father, who had stopped for a drink at the water fountain, peering up from the arc of water, his eyes hot and burning at their asses.
"See, what'd I tell you!" Chris said. "I bet he'd love to get his nasty old hand up under our skirts."
"You think so, really?" Tammy asked. "Oh, don't be silly, Tammy. He'd give anything to get in our pants." I "Jeez!" Tammy huffed.
They then saw Mr. Sanders, the English teacher, the man who had sprinkled his macho load onto Tammy's beautiful face.
"Why, hello, hello, girls," Mr. Sanders said.
"Hi, sir," they said, voices girlish and sweet.
"Ah, I'm your Hamlet, girls," he said.
"Yeah?" Chris replied.
"Will you be my adored Ophelia?"
Tammy looked back at the father who was just raising from the drinking fountain.
"Ho, ho! I see the King is about. We must deceive him by all means!"
"Jeez!" Tammy laughed.
"Ah, there he goes, waddling down the path, the old fart. Would you young ladies be surprised if I told you that old pervert would love to have his hand up your skirt?"
Tammy and Chris looked at each other and had a good belly laugh.
"Now that the demon is gone, you girls follow me to my office and I'll read that part of Hamlet where the boy himself is petting Ophelia's leg."
Mr. Sanders took off toward his office. The girls followed. He left the door open for them. They walked in and closed it.
"Now, girls, should we let your admiring professor show you how Hamlet played with Ophelia's legs?"
"Sure! Show us!" Chris said.
He backed them up so they leaned on the front of his desk. His hands fanned their thighs as he lifted their little skirts up.
"Oh my, how tempting!" he whispered. "Nice little red pants! Very very nice!"
He slid his hands into the crotch of their red bloomers and rubbed their pussies.
"You are both gorgeous," he sighed, looking at Chrissie's sweet face, her burnt-orange cheeks, her wet pink lips, her blue eyes, her long blonde hair. Her pussy felt so soft and warm. He then looked at Tammy's lovely face, the bright-red lipstick, the red-rouged cheeks, her double ponytails with the red ribbons, the darling bangs on her forehead.
He kissed Tammy, a warm gentle tender kiss, tasting the bubble-gum lushness of her puckering mouth. Then he kissed Chris, his lips trembling on her pink lip-gloss. He slished his tongue .over her lips and shoved it in her mouth, then fucked her tongue for a brief, wonderful moment.
His hands kept up a sliding rub on the girls' cunts. He felt them both cream in their panties, felt the damp goo seeping through to his fingertips.
"Darlings," he whispered, his cock throbbing in his slacks. "I'm gonna get in your nice red pants, okay?"
"Go ahead," Tammy said.
He lifted up their skirts on their waist. They pushed back on the edge of the desk. He dunked into their bloomers, his hand sneaking down their soft, warm, wet girlie cunts.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," Mr. Sanders said, his hand trembling in Tammy's bloomers, down deep in the hot stickiness. He sighed, slicking a finger in each teenybopper pussy.
The darling cheerleaders both pushed their hips out, rubbed their cunts against Mr. Sanders scratching, tickling fingers.
"A little finger-fucking, huh, girls?" Mr. Sanders whispered.
"Yeah, a little finger-fucking," Chris said.
"Jeez!" Tammy wheezed, looking down to see how Mr. Sanders' hand knuckled out her bright red bloomers, the way the crotch of her undies jiggled with the fanning twist of the teacher's tingling finger.
"You girls love to show off, don't you?"
"Yes!" Chris replied.
"I wanna have you show me some of your sexy cheers, show me your most splendid, your most fabulous, your most prize-winning asses, show me your sweet snatches, tease and torment me ... show off for me. Will you?"
"Should we, Tammy?" Chris asked.
"Wanna?" Tammy whispered.
"Sure, as soon as Mr. Sanders finishes finger-fucking our pussies, okay?"
"Yeah," Tammy answered, "as soon as he fingers us real good!"
"like this, girls? Faster and faster, hotter and hotter, is that the way you want your finger-fuck?"
"Yeah, but what are you gonna give us if we show off for you, Mr. Sanders?" Chris said.
"If you do it real good, if you're real sexy and naughty, like I've seen you out on the field sometimes, Christine, then how 'bout not having to come to any of my classes the rest of the year? You both have one class with me."
"Sounds good, huh, Tammy?" Chris asked.
Tammy was amazed that she could get out of class so easily. "Sure, that's great!"
Tammy loved the way Mr. Sanders' hot finger-fucking made her feel.
His arms blurred with speed, his hands bulging their bloomers as his fingers spun on their clits. His action was as fast as a rivet machine.
"Wow!" Chris sighed.
"Yeah, jeez!" Tammy exclaimed.
"You're gonna make me cum, mister!" Chris gasped.
"Me too!" Tammy whimpered, looking down at her hobbling panties, Mr. Sanders' finger deep inside, feeling the roll of his fingertip on her twittering clit.
"Finger us! Fuck us with your fingers!" Chris cried.
He did, and the girls trembled with the flutter of simmering satisfaction that gripped them. Tammy was rattled with the vibration of her climax.
"Jeez, shit!" she yelped.
"Feels great!" Chris hissed.
Tammy shook violently with the force of her rich, full orgasm. Chris got it too, her body jerked over at the waist, her pretty face flushing, biting her lower lip in an ecstatic-looking smile.
After Mr. Sanders had finished fingering the girls, he withdrew his dripping fingers.
Chris reached out and unzipped his fly. "I wanna take your peter out! I wanna see just how hard your prick is!"
She slid her fingers into his fly and pulled his big cock out. Then she unbuckled his slacks, his belt, and pulled his pants down. He wore no shorts.
His huge horse prick bobbled up, wobbled, and spat out a big gunk of thick cream at the girls.
"Whew! That thing is really hard and hot!" Chris gasped, eyeing his thick, slick prick. "Huh, Tammy?"
"Yeah, really big and hard!"
Mr. Sanders smiled. "You are such divine dears. Now let me see how you turn all the boys on."
"You want us to be nasty, huh?" Chris said.
"Naughty, nasty, whatever, my dear. Just do what you'd do to turn all us admiring men on. You must know we are all watching, our hearts thumping, our pricks throbbing, while you perform your sweet routines. Right? You know, don't you?"
"Sure, it's the routine where we bend over, put our hands on our knees," Chris said, turning. "Should we show him, Tammy?"
"Sure!" Tammy agreed.
" 'Course Tammy's just gettin' started, but in all my four years as a cheerleader, this is the one that really gets guys hot, 'cause when we do it and look over our shoulder, I see all the guys in the bleachers gawkin' at me ... at my ass."
Both cheerleaders positioned themselves with their pretty legs set very wide apart. They bent over, put their hands on their knees, and their little black skirts, with the bright red stripes and sexy pleats, pulled up high on their asses, way up over their red bloomers, affording an onlooker a gulping gape at their billowing young asses.
"Oh, yes! Yes indeed!" Mr. Sanders choked. "That certainly is fetching, girls ... and one must admit you possess the juiciest, most bewitching and incredible butts any man could dream of seeing!"
"And then when we kinda move our butts around like this, then that gets a lot of attention," Chris said, swirling her ass.
Tammy joined her, rolling her hips, screwing her fine behind in slow, outlandish undulations, her skirt skipping higher up on her back.
"Oh, my!" Mr. Sanders whispered, heaps of cum foaming on the tip of his swollen prick.
"Look good?" Chrissie cooed lewdly, still swinging her ass, swirling it in slow circles to the delight of her admiring, mouth-watering teacher.
"Oh, sweeter, better, more beautiful than the darling Desdemona looked the moment that Othello smothered her with a pillow. Yes, yes, looks good, Chrissie! Looks good, Tammy! You are cheerleaders extraordinaire, my little hussies!"
Mr. Sanders sang out these praises for the young ladies who continued to roll their hips in salacious circles.
"I am a lucky man indeed!" the professor cried. "To be treated to such a beautiful show by two pretty young maidens such as you."
"I think he-likes us," Chris smiled, looking over at Tammy.
"I think he does too. And he-likes what we're doin' right now, the way we're screwin' our butts around like this."
"Yeah," Chris said, "they all do. I see 'em pantin' up in the stands when I do this routine."
"Why don't you pull those tight little bloomers down?" Mr. Sanders asked. , "Should we?" Chris teased. "I've always wanted to do that out on the field ... or on national television. I mean what if I were a cheerleader for Notre Dame or somethin', and they put the camera on me and I pulled my pants down like this?"
Chris was reaching back, thumbing her red bloomers. She slowly tugged them down over the alabaster smoothness of her ass. The cheeks of her ass were white, ivory white, while her legs were darkly tanned.
Tammy slid her bloomers down too, pushing them into a red slash at her knees and showing Mr. Sanders her teen-queen ass.
"Oh, girls! Marvelous!" the professor cried.
"You like, huh?" Chris whispered hotly. "Seeing our naked butts?"
"A pleasure, a gift from the heavens!" he sighed, stroking his huge prick. "Now I will show you something."
He moved close behind the girls. He dipped to his knees. His hands trembled as he cupped Tammy's round, full, glass-smooth ass-cheeks. He caressed and pinched them. Then he slicked out his tongue and sent it slurping up and down the crack of her beautiful ass.
"Hey! Ooooooh!" Tammy gulped.
"Jeez, he's lickin' your butt!" Chris cried, standing up, her skirt falling, her bloomers still hobbling her knees.
"Oh, hey-mmmmmmm! Ahhhhh! Jeez!" Tammy babbled.
"You never done that to me, Mr. Sanders," Chris said. "You always played with my butt, but you never licked it like that!"
Tammy was still humped over, her hands on her knees, her gorgeous young ass a perfect target for the slashing hot tongue that scooped up and down the delightful crack of her ass, an action that tickled her and made her shudder. "Wow!" she sighed.
Mr. Sanders wiggled and wobbled his tongue up and down, then pushed the dancing tip right into Tammy's ass-hole.
"Ohhhh!" she yelped. "Ohhhh! Eeeek!"
"Shit, he's on your rim!" Chris screamed.
"Oh, my shithole!" Tammy cried. "Oh, wow! Jeeeeeeezz!"
"Does that feel good?" Chris asked.
"Yes, yes!" Tammy gulped quickly.
Mr. Sanders clutched her fine ass-cheeks, spread them, then drove his tongue into her ass-hole.
"Darn!" Tammy huffed, screwing her ass around at the wiggling tongue.
"His prick is spittin' all over the floor, too!" Chrissie observed.
"He's got his tongue up my butt hole!" Tammy whimpered. "He's an ass-licker!" Chris exclaimed. Then Mr. Sanders humped down behind
Tammy, knees bent, his ass pumping slowly as he sawed his prick between her smooth thighs before he slammed it in and out of her sucking sweet pussy. He was able only to plug five inches into Tammy's pussy, and he kept a slick slide going with his slow salacious pumping.
"Holy shit!" Chris cried. "He's really fuckin' you, Tammy!"
"I know, I know!" Tammy whimpered, her hands still on her bent knees, her ass swirling in slow circles back at Mr. Sanders' hot, slick fuck-strokes.
He pressed his hands around her waist, down on her hips and kept pumping. Tammy bent over farther and looked down under, back at the slurping action of his cock connecting with her cunt.
She liked being fucked. There was a heated thrill about having that big, squirty cock inside her pussy, the way he screwed her and the feel of the warm, hot friction.
Mr. Sanders started to fuck harder, pushing Tammy forward. She slid onto the top of his desk. She arched up on her elbows, looked back over her shoulder with a passionate, darling thrill look on her pretty face.
"His fucker's so big in my puffy!" she cried.
"Does it feel good?" Chris whispered.
"Yeah, real good!" Tammy huffed.
"You're a divine fuck, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders sighed.
Tammy felt a swift shudder course through her-the preliminary shiver of a climax. Mr. Sanders felt it too. He increased the rapidity of his slick fucking. Tammy began shuddering, like a cheer that started low, then rose to thunderous decibels.
"Oh, shit!" she yelled.
She lay down on the desk, her cheek flat to the desk-top, and her arms were outstretched in a big V. Mr. Sanders screwed harder, slapping into her ass, their fucking making a sweet smacking sound-his belly and hips against her charming young ass.
"Oh, sheeeeeezzzz!" Tammy whimpered, wiggling on the desk.
She trembled gloriously through her orgasm, loving every thrilling second of the fabulous feeling that gripped her entire body.
Mr. Sanders' cock was still in her when a knock came at the door.
He looked at his watch. "Oh, I forgot! Come in, Pamela!"
Pam Kiley, a senior at St. Mary's, came into the office. She stopped quickly.
"Hey, jeez!" Pam gulped. "I thought you were gonna fuck me today, Mr. Sanders!"
"I will! I will!" the teacher promised.
CHAPTER SIX
Pam was flat-chested, but she had an ass that featured two chubby cheeks resembling soft pillows. She wore her school uniform and had fine, tanned legs.
"Gee, Hi, Chris!" Pam said.
"Hi."
"You been playin' around with Mr. Sanders, too."
"Yeah."
"Jeez, I didn't know."
"The girls were sweet enough to do a cheer for me, and we followed the logical consequences of their daring performance," Mr. Sanders said, smiling.
He was still fucking Tammy after she had cum. His cock bulged and slushed in her young cunt. Tammy was splayed out on the top of the desk, her ass sticking out.
"I know you wanna fuck, Pammy, and I'll fuck you in a few minutes if you'll pull your skirt up for me, if you and Chris will both show off a little."
"That's what he-likes," Chris said.
"I know," Pammy answered, "he-likes it when I pull my skirt up and let him see my panties."
Pam lifted her blue pleats high and revealed an incredibly tight pair of yellow panties, so tight that the scrunch at the crotch left lots of black cunt hairs slithering out the sides.
"Oh, my! Such tight panties!" Mr. Sanders gasped.
The crotch of the yellow undies were shaded by a very thick patch of black hair underneath, a rich copious growth.
Pammy looked stunningly sexy in her blue kneesocks, blue and white saddle shoes, her white sweater, her blue-pleated skirt held high above her bulging yellow panties.
"Jeez, I've never seen anyone fuck before!" Pam exclaimed, her big brown eyes riveted on Mr. Sanders and Tammy, who were at the desk, screwing joyously.
"It should be a beautiful sight," Mr. Sanders said, "because it is a beautiful act."
"Makes me hot!" Chris huffed.
"Me too!" Pammy piped.
Mr. Sanders slapped hard at Tammy, wiggling her body. Her tits were mashed to the desk, her ass arched moon-like as the teacher plugged her from behind.
"Jeez, you guys!" Tammy whimpered.
"You like it?" Pammy asked.
"Yeah, oh yeah! I just keep goin' through that feelin,, that good feelin'! "
"You keep cumin', huh?" Chris asked.
"Uh-huh! The way he keeps slidin' that big fucker in me!"
, Mr. Sanders pressed tightly on her hips, his fingers pinching into her ass, and he drilled her pussy with his fat prick.
"Ah! Whoa!" Tammy cried.
Mr. Sanders' hands slid off Tammy's ass and slid up on the desk where he could get hold of her big ripe tits. He humped over her, bent at the waist, still pumping prick to her pussy.
"Jeez, he's dog-fuckin' her! like a dog!" Chris groaned.
"Yeah, make her bark, Mr. Sanders! Make her bark like a dog!" Pammy chirped.
"I'm dog-fuckin' you, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders puffed, slamming his humping hips at her, shoving more and more cock up into her young cunt.
"Ahhh! Ooooof!" Tammy moaned.
"Oh, jeez! that's wild!" Chris whispered. "like doggies!"
"Make her bark!" Pammy screamed, sending her hand into the rich mossy confines between her legs, rubbing the bulging yellow muffin of her panties.
"Dog-fuckin' you, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders whispered.
"That dog-bone feels good in my pussy!" Tammy wept blissfully.
"Make her bark like a dog!" Pam moaned, rubbing between her legs.
Chris pulled her cheerleading skirt up. Her bloomers had fallen to her ankles. She slid a finger in her cunt-slit and playfully diddled herself as she watched the fuckers on the desk.
"Make her bark!" Pammy yelped.
"Bark for me, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders cried.
"Oh, jeez!" Tammy gulped, her cheeks flat on the desk, her mouth open, pleasure wrinkles creasing her beautiful young face.
"Come on, bark!" he said sternly.
"Woof, woof, woof!" Tammy howled.
"Yeah ... yeah, make her bark!" Pammy whimpered.
"Woof! Woof! Dog-fuck me!" Tammy howled.
Then she got it-the wave of cascading exhilaration, the sweet simmering zing that lathered her body, the goopy hot tingling of climax spreading through her.
"Ah, woooooofffff! Wooof! Ohhhh, fuck!" she hollered.
Mr. Sanders pumped hard as she came.
"Woof. Ahhhhwoooooof! Ohhhh, fuck!"
Tammy wailed, letting the bubbling surge of goodness flood her fine body.
When she had stopped shuddering, Mr. Sanders pulled his cock out. "Now, why don't one of you darlings finish me off with a good jerkin'! "
"I will!" Pammy yipped, dropping her skirt and rushing over to his wobbling, thumping prick. She got a grip on it and started jerking wildly, slapping the cockhead all over Tammy's ass.
"Paint her ass with his cum!" Chris cried, diddling wildly on her clit.
Pammy pulled furiously on the huge, slick prick. She stood beside the professor, her right hand gripped tightly on his fat fuckstalk. She pumped him in a hot, fast jerk.
"Yes, yes!" Mr. Sanders sighed. "Jerk my prick fast like that! Just like that, Pammy!"
"Your peter's so big and hard!" Pammy gasped, her hand blazing in a fast flutter on the teacher's prick.
Mr. Sanders reached down and lifted her school skirt, sliding his hand between her legs and into the pussy bulge in her yellow panties.
"Rub me!" Pammy sighed.
"Jerk me!" Mr. Sanders groaned.
"Go on, get in my panties!"
He did. His hand slid into the unbelievable growth of black hair between her legs, down into the thickness of the entwining curls, and he hooked a finger into her cunt.
"Finger me!" Pammy panted.
"Jerk me!" Mr. Sanders sighed.
Tammy lay on the desk, looking back to see what was happening, very aware that Pammy was pumping the teacher's prick all over her ass, the big cockhead spurting and smacking her ass-cheeks and her ass-crack.
Then he came. Pammy's stroke was good, and his prick spat wildly, shooting out big hunks of hot cream all over Tammy's round, fine ass, spilling big puddles of jizz on her ass-cheeks, her asscrack, thick goops of cum that bubbled, then drooled down her ass onto her thighs.
"Oh, yeah ... paint that ass with cum!" Chris yelled.
"Girls, girls, girls!" Mr. Sanders babbled.
"Don't stop finger-fuckin' me!" Pammy hissed.
After he had sprayed Tammy's ass with cum, drenching her ravishing little rump with cream, Mr. Sanders backed away. Tammy held her cheerleading skirt high as she stood up from the desk.
"Jeez, it's drippin' all over my butt," she said, feeling behind her. "Can I have a hanky?"
Chris got one from Mr. Sanders' slacks and gave it to her. Tammy wiped her ass.
Mr. Sanders had Pammy's skirt high, and his hand was deep in her panties, down in the big thick forest of black cunt-hair. He kept his finger jigging her pussy until she stiffened, shuddered and came.
Chris approached, lifting her cheerleading skirt high.
He slid a finger into her pussy. "I'll finger both of you."
He was deep in Pammy's panties, fingering her black-haired pussy. Chris held her skirt up. for him, her panties lay behind her on the floor where she had stepped out of them.
"Tammy, come here," Mr. Sanders said.
She moved in between the other two girls, in the middle, and stood regally.
"Play with my prick," he said. "Get it hot and rub it all over your pussy."
"Okay," she said, grasping the cum-soaked, limp stalk, pulling on his wilted prick with a sweet, soft stroke.
"Get your skirt up. Rub it on the lips of your cunt," the teacher instructed.
Tammy held her skirt up with one hand and jerked his cock to a bristling hard-on. Then she let go and unbuttoned her cheer leading skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her tennis shoes. She moved in closer, gripping his cock with both hands. She manipulated the cockhead against her pussy, pushed it up and down the snowy white, creamy hot slit.
"Girls! My darlings!" Mr. Sanders whimpered.
"What would you do if we told, sir?" Chris asked. "What if we blew the whistle on you for playin' around with us like this?"
"You wouldn't do that."
"Why?" she cooed, pushing her pussy to his twiddling finger.
"Because you girls know I'm a man who appreciates your beauty, all your sexy moves, because I adore you, because I would do anything for each of you."
"He's right," Pammy said. "He appreciates when I show off. He loves it. He gets all hot."
"That's right. I love you ladies. You're the only girls out of the hundreds at this school who do what you do, who are my sweet nymphets."
"Yeah, and you'd do anything for us?" Chris teased.
"Yes, yes!"
"like?"
"Let's have an ass contest. The girl who turns me on the most over the next week with their beautiful ass, will get my weekly paycheck!"
"How much?" Pammy asked.
"I take home three hundred and six dollars, the winner takes all!"
"It's not fair! I'm not a cheerleader!" Pam whined.
"Well, that's life. You'll have to try harder," Mr. Sanders said, his fingers slicking like small pistons in and out of Chrissie's and Pammy's pussies, his cock hard against Tammy's cunt as she jerked on the stalk and splashed the spurting pumpkin-like head on her slick cunt-slit.
"Shall we do it?" Chris said.
"Yeah, let's have an ass contest!" Tammy said.
"Okay," Pammy agreed.
Tammy put his prick in her little cunt and started bumping off on him. Chris and Pammy pushed out their hips in a slow bump.
They fell silent as they listened to the fingering and the fucking, as they felt the glow of satisfaction slink through them.
When they came, it was as if all four of them had been elevated to a new height of pleasure, something far better than anyone had ever experienced.
Tammy yelped: "This is awesome, so darn awesome! This is too good!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tammy and Chris made it to the game just on time and took the field with the other cheerleaders. The band boomed out, and Chrissie and Tammy bumped their hips to the right, then to the left, in exaggerated swings.
They turned and bent over to the routine they had only minutes before performed for the admiring Mr. Sanders. They put their hands on their knees, bent over, their skirts pulled high over their red bloomers, and they wiggled their precious asses.
Chris and Tammy were next to each other.
"Jeez, I love this," Chris said.
"Me too," Tammy smiled, swinging her ass, showing off.
"Just look back over your shoulder when we're supposed to, but look up into the stands, see how the men love this ... but don't stop smilin'. "
They rolled to the music, then as the girls looked over their shoulders, Tammy stared into the stands and saw the men drooling at her rump. She also saw a series of flashbulbs go off.
"Some guy's takin' pictures of us," Tammy whispered.
"I know. Don't you love it? I'll bet he beats off to 'em, huh?"
"Oh, jeez, you think so?" Tammy smiled.
They finished the cheer and ran to the sidelines. Tammy looked up again. She saw the man with the camera focusing in on her. She bent over to pick up her pom-poms, held the pose, her skirt high on her bloomers, and she let the man get a good hot photo.
She turned around, then she noticed it was the same man who had taken pictures of her at the motel pool last summer, the guy who had her to his room and took all kinds of nasty pictures of her.
And here he was again, shooting away, catching the adorable cheerleader in a variety of sexy poses.
It made Tammy hot to know he was up there taking pictures. Her bloomers were wet. She wanted to stick her hand down there and finger herself, but she knew she couldn't.
Then she saw Mr. Sanders walk into the bleachers and sit down in the third row.
She got down on her knees with the other girls on the sidelines, but then she was on all fours suddenly, her skirt riding way up over her bloomers, showing Mr. Sanders' her lovely ass.
That pose should win me some points, she thought.
The routines went well, and Tammy loved being out in front of so many people, being where she could show off her beauty and sexiness, be there where men appreciated her.
When the game ended, she was walking back to the gym with Chrissie. The man with the camera, Mr. Taylor, stood waiting behind the stands.
"Hello, Tammy," he said. "Who's this handsome dude?" Chris asked. "Hi," Tammy answered. "Didja get some good pictures of us."
"Yes, I did."
"This is my friend Chris," Tammy said.
"Hello, Chris, you and Tammy were both marvelous out on the field today. I'm Mr. Taylor."
"Thanks, sir," Chris said. "You took pictures, huh?"
"Yes, over a hundred."
"Jeez!" Chris exclaimed, then turned to
Tammy. "How do you know Mr. Taylor?"
"He took a bunch of pictures of me at the resort this summer, while I was at the pool. Didn't you, sir?"
"Indeed I did."
"How did you know where to find me?" Tammy asked.
"A long story, but now that I have, could we discuss getting together again, taking some more pictures? I'll be here in Midwest City for a couple days."
"Well, I dunno. Chrissie too?" Tammy said.
"Yes, sure! Indeed! Chrissie too!"
"Hey, Chrissie, wanna?"
"What kinda pictures?" Chris asked.
"Pretty nasty, that's what he-likes, huh, Mr. Taylor?"
"I wouldn't say nasty, my dear. Lovely pictures that glorify your beauty is more like it."
"Well...." Chris muttered.
"I'll pay you both five hundred dollars!" Mr. Taylor said quickly.
"Jeez, I'll do it!" Chris exclaimed.
"Me too, sir!" Tammy added.
"Good. I'm at the Lariat Motel, the big three decker out on the river. When can you come out?"
"We don't have school tomorrow," Chris said.
"We could come out then!" Tammy chimed.
"Very good, tomorrow afternoon. And here, girls," he said, handing them each a stack of twenty-dollar bills, "buy some sexy lingerie, okay? Some nylons, heels, garter-belts."
Chris smiled. "Gee, thanks! Okay! We'll stop at the mall before we come to meet you, sir."
He strode off into the cars in the lot.
"Gosh, shit!" Chris said. "Five hundred dollars to let him take pictures of us?"
"He-likes dirty ones though," Tammy said.
"I don't care. I can be real dirty for five hundred dollars!" Chris smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tammy went home after spending a couple hours with Chrissie at Pizza Town where they flirted with boys and had a pizza and a Coke.
The house was empty when she arrived. She found a note from her parents telling her they were out for the evening.
Tammy was glad she had the house to herself. She was tired. She wanted to watch some TV, then go to bed. She also wanted to think about the contest and what she could do to win the three hundred from Mr. Sanders.
She still had on her cute cheerleading uniform. Suddenly hungry again, she went to the kitchen and eyed a big cucumber in the fridge.
Should I? she thought. A cucumber?
She took the cuke out, feeling the thick smooth skin. She pulled her skirt up with one hand and rubbed the giant cuke against the crotch of her red bloomers.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured. "That feels good!"
She thought about the handsome Mr. Sanders, his muscular body, his giant cock, about the same size as the cucumber she slicked in and out on her pussy.
"Wow!" she sighed, then stopped.
She slid her bloomers down to her ankles and sat down at the dinner table. She took the cuke and slicked it up and down her pussy-slit, then thrust the top part into her pussy.
She gasped.
She took it back out, hopped to the fridge and found some butter. She buttered the cuke all over and sat down again. This time it slipped into her cunt easily.
"Fuck me, Mr. Sanders!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"
She sat on the chair and fucked himself with the big cuke, bringing her lovely young body to a fabulous climax. Then she went upstairs, undressed, had a shower and slipped into fresh pink panties.
She lay down on her bed and thought about all the fun stuff that was happening at school, how much she liked Mr. Sanders.
He was a little goofy, she thought, but she liked his rugged, hot looks. She lay thinking about how she might turn him on with her ass, all the things she could do to get him hot and win the money.
She fell asleep with her finger in her cunt.
* * *
Early into the next morning, Tammy heard her mom, Anne, and her stepfather, Dave, downstairs. She wondered if they might be engaging in more play as they did that other time When she had watched them.
She got out of bed and slipped quietly to the top of the stairs and leaned over the banister.
Dave had a camera. He was stripped down to his shorts and he was taking pictures of her mother.
"Oooooh, wow!" Tammy muttered, sliding her hand into her panties and waiting for something to happen.
Anne wore a tight, short, black skirt that hugged her supple, mature hips like a plastic wrap. Her finely tapered legs were encased in dark, sheer hose, and she had on yellow high heels. These were matched by the yellow sweater that seemed tailored just for her the way it gloved her bodice, sheathing the ripe push of her big tits.
Dave's cock thumped in his shorts. Tammy could see the big boner curling, pushing at the thin cotton, see it throbbing.
"Darling, you look so sexy, so beautiful, so good!" he whispered, shooting a picture of Anne as she stood in front of the couch.
Anne smiled. "Thanks."
"Be a teaser for me, honey," he said. "Show off for me, make me pant for you, do what only you can do to me ... pull your little skirt up and show me your panties."
"Okay," Anne said.
She slid her skirt up, working it higher and higher past her thighs, working it up around her waist to reveal her pussy-packed pink panties, the crotch of which was puffed out and bulging with the tempting forest of rich cunt curls underneath.
Dave took a picture. "That's so nice, honey! Set your legs apart, put your hands on your hips, push 'em out and challenge me ... let me see a look on your face that says: Think you can handle this, big daddy?"
Anne did as he instructed. Her pussy pushed out, a mean, sexy look on her face, her mouth slightly open.
Tammy rubbed her pussy.
She was so hot from watching her mom and step dad taking pictures that she'd never realized that Dave wasn't such a bad guy, the way he liked her mother showing off. Maybe she inherited her love of exhibitionism from her mother.
She pulled her panties down.
She swung a leg over the banister and rode it like a horse, fucking, rubbing, humping her pussy on the railing, pumping her ass up and down, swirling it around and around.
"Feels so good," she whispered, watching the action below and feeling the glow of excitement spread through her.
It was that high-voltage feeling.
"Watchin' people is fun," she whispered. "Seem' 'em do nasty things. I like it!"
She screwed the banister, her ripe young body looking delicious splayed out on the rail.
Dave took a picture of Anne with her skirt above her pink panties, her hands on her hips, looking beautiful, alluring.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered, "you look good that way, with your skirt up."
His cock thrummed in his shorts, and a blotch of thick cream seeped through the cotton from the tip of his spewing erection.
"Sit down on the couch, will you?"
Anne sat down, her legs apart, heels on the floor.
"like this?" she teased, sliding down on the. cushion, looking glorious, looking delicious.
"Yeah!" Dave sighed. He took a picture. "That's real sexy, Anne!"
His prick jumped around in his shorts like a fish out of water, slapping, slurping, swelling.
"Why don't you pull your panties down for me? Lemme see your snatch, okay?" Dave suggested hotly.
"Take 'em down for you, huh?"
"Yes, take your panties down for me, Anne!" he gulped. "Will you, please? Take your pink panties down for me!"
Anne thumbed the pink nylon, peeled the panties away and down on her thighs to reveal her beautiful cunt.
"Aw, shit, baby!" Dave panted.
Dave took a lightning-quick picture of Anne sitting sexily on the edge of the couch, leaning back with one arm stiff, hand on the cushion, her pink panties down just above her knees, her yellow sweater pushed out provocatively by her tits, and her lovely pussy looking inviting, tempting.
"That looks so good, Anne!" Dave whispered. "Now stand up, hold your skirt up, keep your panties right there above your knees.
Yes, that's it!"
Anne stood up, lifting her skirt with her. She pushed her legs apart so the pink panties were a tight roll above her knees. Then she did a slow bump and grind, undulating her beautiful hips, pushing out her pussy, swirling, humping, pumping, as Dave snapped a series of photos.
She brought one hand down, while still holding the skirt up, and sent her fingers into the thick carpet of curls between her legs. She slowly rubbed.
"Oh, honey!" Dave gulped, and took several pictures.
"You love it when I play with my snatch, don't you?" Anne purred.
"More than anything!"
Anne turned around. "How 'bout some ass?"
"Yes, yes!" Dave puffed, shooting pictures of Anne's dreamy ass.
She bent over, put her hands on her knees, waved her ass around in sweet circles, and all the time Dave snapped pictures.
She rode the banister, fucked the rail, humped her fine young ass up and down, around and around, rubbing her squishing cunt on the hard wood.
Mom-likes to show off too, she thought. Just look at her bendin' over ... just like our cheer ... showing him her ass!
"And look at his cock" she whispered. "It's so darn hard in his shorts. And the front of his shorts are all goopy, too!"
Oh, this is good, she thought, watching the action below while fucking the banister, holding on with both hands.
"Oh, jeez!" she gasped. "Look at Dave's prick. It's thumpin' in his shorts. It's gonna pop out any minute! Oh, I wanna have it pop out! I wanna see it so big and hard; so gooey!"
Tammy's pussy was so wet. She came. The ravishing feeling shivered through her as she fucked the banister.
"Oh, shit! "Oooooh, I'm pettin' that feelin' again! I love it!" Tammy babbled.
"Unbutton your sweater," Dave asked Anne.
She turned around and undid the buttons of her sweater to reveal an overflowing pink bra.
"Tamales, lovely boobies!" Dave gasped. "Take them out, will you?"
Anne dipped into the cups of the bra and set her big titties up over the top of the bra, two sweet suckies that made Dave's mouth water.
He took a picture.
"How 'bout if I get down on the floor. You like that, don't you?" Anne teased.
"Yes, on your hands and knees! I'd love that, darling! That would make me deliriously happy!" Dave trembled, his cock popping out of the slit in his shorts, standing there like a hot piece of iron, the prickhead beet red, bulging and bubbling with jizz, spitting goops of cream that squished out and shot into the air like teardrops.
Anne got down on her hands and knees, back sloped, ass arched, her black skirt riding high up over her smooth, alabaster ass. The pink panties were pulled tightly between her spread thighs. Her tits drooped.
Dave snapped off several pictures.
Anne rolled over, lay on her back on the floor, her knees cocked, her high heels flat on the floor, legs apart.
Tammy watched intently, still screwing the banister, still bringing herself off in a slow series of rattling climaxes.
She watched as her mother lay on the floor in a lewd, cock-pleasing pose and as Dave snapped more pictures of her.
She got an idea.
She unhooked herself from the banister and went down the backstairs to the kitchen. She tiptoed to the fridge and found a big cucumber.
Tammy was quiet, slipping back up the stairs to the banister in the hallway. She stood above it, looking down. She dropped her panties and spread her legs apart. She gripped the cuke with both hands.
Slowly, she rubbed the tip on her pussy.
"Mmmmmm!"
She slipped the cuke in.
"Oooooh! Whew!" she sighed, then started a hot fuck.
She bumped her hips, pumped the cuke in a slow fuck, taking half the thick big veggie.
"How good it feels in there!" she whispered.
The friction made a sweet slurping sound.
"Sounds so good!" she whimpered.
Dave looked Anne posing like that-on the floor, panties ringing one ankle, legs apart, lying back as if she were waiting to be royally fucked.
His cock spat.
Throbbed.
He couldn't stand it.
He put the camera down and stripped off his shorts. His cock wobbled, spewed cum, and he stood over Anne, gazing down at her beauty, her allure.
She spread her legs and rolled her hips lazily in a lewd swirl.
Dave grabbed his prick and pumped the brilliant, shining stalk. He was bent at the knees, his ass humped in, and he slugged his prick in a hot pump-jerk. He loved the way Anne looked-her skirt up, her garter belt, her nylons, her yellow heels, her blouse open.
He beat his meat furiously.
"That's it, Big Daddy!" Anne cooed. "Pump that prick for me!"
"I am! I am! I'm pumpin' to you, Anne!"
"Well, pump it to me! Just to me!"
"You like it?"
"I love it! Jerk it! Jerk it, goddamn it!"
"For you, Anne!" Dave cried.
"Put it in my pussy!" Anne growled, her hips still rolling.
Dave fell to his knees between her legs. Still listing his prick, he plugged it in Anne's cunt.
"That's right!" Anne screamed. "Put it in me!"
"Oh, honey! We're fuckin'! " Dave yelped.
"Yeah, we're fuckin'! "
He was humped up on top of her, his ass pumping up and down in slow strokes, his balls slapping her ass. Anne's legs were high in the air in a wide V. Dave was slapping it to her.
"You're such a good fuck, Anne!" he whimpered.
"I know," she said, thrusting her hips up at him, rolling them against his hot fuck-stroke, bumping her ass off the carpet to meet him.
"I'd crawl a mile through the scorching desert just to jerk off in your shadow!" Dave huffed.
"Good, you ought to!" Anne replied.
"Oh, we're fuckin' good, darling!"
"Well, fuck me then! Come on and fuck me on the floor! Nail my pussy!" Anne urged.
Tammy fucked herself with the big cuke, slicking the thick veggie in and out of her pussy, keeping an alert watch on the fuckers below while standing above the railing, looking down.
Dave slammed up and down on Anne.
Anne writhed. "I want you to cum, and when you cum, take your prick out of me and jerk your load all over me, all over my skirt, my garters, everything! And you better cum a lot, too!"
"I will! I will!" Dave sobbed, banging up and down, like a Marine doing push-ups.
"But fuck me good first, Big Daddy! Nail my pussy!"
Dave slid his hand under her undulating ass and slipped a fingertip up her butt.
Anne reached around behind him, drawing tiny circles with her finger on his ass-hole, then she plugged it.
"I like the way you fuck my ass, too!" Anne screamed.
"With my finger ... like that?"
"Yes ... and the way your ass is pumpin' up and down ... looks good!" Anne gasped.
"Isn't fuckin' the best, Anne?" he cried.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Real good!"
She slid her free hand down between them and fiddled with the piston-pumping prick that plugged her precious pussy. She liked the smooth, slick, slurping cock-strokes, the sticky goo surrounding the connection of cock and cunt.
His prick was a bar of slick steel it was so hard, slicking in squirty slushy strokes in and out of Anne's sucking snatch.
"Fuck me, goddamn it!" Anne yelped.
"I love fuckin' you!" Dave whined.
Tammy was fascinated with their dialogue, the hot fucking they were doing, and she was so excited that she had trouble keeping the cucumber in her wobbling hands.
"Well, then-fuck me! Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!" Anne urged.
Dave fucked harder, faster, his ass jackhammering up and down, their bodies slapping against each other, his cock fucking deeper into Anne's pussy.
"Yeah, fuck me like that! Dammit!" Anne groaned. "Fuck my ass off!"
"I am! I'm fuckin' you, Anne! We're fuckin' good! You're such a good piece of ass, honey!" Dave gulped.
Anne screwed her hips off the floor, pumping her pussy at his driving fuck-thrust. "Go on, get yourself a big piece of ass, baby!"
Dave fucked harder. "I wish we had some pictures of us fuckin' like this."
"Oh, me too!" Anne sighed.
"Honey, I'm gonna get it!" Dave cried.
"Come on, Big Daddy! Cum! Get it! Fuck me, goddamn you sonofabitch! You bad, bad, bad sonofabitch!"
"Oh, Anne!"
"Fuck me, goddammit! Come on fuck me!" Anne urged.
"Now-now!" Dave yelled, pulling his cock out of her.
He got to his knees, pumping the stalk like a wild man until he blew off a thick load of cream that spurted in thick gobs all over the writhing Anne.
The cream spat out and splashed down on her thighs, on her garters, her skirt, her tits, and a giant blob of cum hit her on the face.
"Yeah, come like that!" Anne sighed, watching the eruption with a hot smile.
Tammy came too, jerking the cuke in and out of her pussy, then she slipped back to her room. She lay down in bed, pulled up the covers, and thought about some of the poses she would perform tomorrow for Mr. Taylor, some of those were just like her mom's.
CHAPTER NINE
Tammy slept late Saturday morning.
When she awoke, she remembered she had to go to the mall and buy sexy things to wear for Mr. Taylor and his camera. She slipped out of bed and combed her long brown hair, then snuggled into a pair of pretty pink panties and a soft pink bra.
She pulled on a little pink robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the door, and Dave was standing there with a towel tied around his waist. He had just showered.
"Oh, I forgot, it's Saturday. You're home," Tammy said.
"Good morning," Dave turned toward her and the towel slipped and fell to the floor.
Tammy stood in the doorway, her robe open, and Dave gazed at the cuddly crotch of her pink panties, the ripe fullness of her big tits.
Tammy smiled sexily. "Would you crawl a mile in the scorching desert just to jack off in my shadow?"
His cock thumped and lifted slowly. "Huh?"
"You heard me?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"You shouldn't be doin' it on the floor in the livin' room if you don't want me to see you, or hear you," Tammy scolded teasingly.
"Last night?"
"Uh-huh."
"You watched?"
"You bet I did, Big Daddy!"
His cock was a bar of iron now.
"Do I look good?" Tammy purred.
"Yes, yes!"
"So sexy, so beautiful, so good, like you told my mom."
"Yes!"
"Then pump your prick for me. I want you to cum all over me, and you better come a lot too," Tammy said, echoing her mother.
She tugged her at her panties, toyed with the elastic, then pulled them down and showed Dave her pretty pussy.
"Oh, oh!" he mumbled, grabbing his hard prick and pumping the stalk furiously.
"This is what you like, for me to show off?" Tammy smiled. "Isn't it?"
"Yes!"
"Pump your prick for me."
He did, juicing his cock with wild, drubbing strokes. He stood only three feet from her.
"You're beautiful!" he gasped.
"I know it," Tammy huffed.
"I wanna fuck you!"
"I know you do," Tammy cooed. "Wanna get down on the floor and fuck?"
"Yes!"
They both dipped to their knees. Tammy lay back and spread her legs. Dave mounted her and fisted his prick to the target, then slugged the stalk of his cock into her pussy.
"Now, fuck me! Nail my pussy!" Tammy cried.
"Oh, honey!" Dave panted, pumping up and down. He had an arm under her neck, and his other arm was under her waist. Tammy stuck her finger up his ass. Dave slipped his hand under her and nailed her ass-hole.
"Yeah, finger-fuck my ass too!" Tammy said.
"You're so good!" he cried.
"Am I a good piece of ass, Dave?"
"Yes!"
"Am I the best piece of ass, Dave."
"Yes!"
"Better than mom?"
"Yes, yes!" he sobbed, fucking faster and faster on top of her.
"And you better pull out when you can, and cum all over me!"
"I will!" he gasped, thumping up and down, his piston-stroke slicking Tammy's itching young cunt with a fine feeling.
"Yeah, fuck me, dammit!" she cried. "I'm the best fuck you ever had, right?"
"Yes!"
"You bad, bad, bad sonofabitch!"
"Ohhhhh!" he cried, then pulled out and began pumping his cock over her.
"Cum, dammit!" Tammy urged.
He did. Big spurts of goo spewed from his prick.
"That's it! Cum like that! Oh, shit, yeah!" Tammy babbled, loving the sight of his spitting prick. "Yeah, all over me! Cum on me! Cum in my hair, too!"
"Oh, honey, honey, Tammy!" Dave whimpered, jerking his prick, splashing all over her fine body.
"Yeah, keep shootin'! Shoot on my titties too, you bad sonofabitch!"
"Ooooohhhh!" he sighed, finally stopping.
"Now, put it back in and fuck me off," Tammy instructed.
He was over her and in her, fucking her in an instant.
Tammy came quickly, writhing on the bathroom floor.
Dave pulled out and got up. "I-I better leave."
Tammy lay smiling. Then she got up and took a long warm shower. She went back to her room and threw on a pair of jeans and sweater. The phone rang and she went into the hall to answer.
"This is Chris. I can't go today. My mom was in a car accident. I'm at the hospital."
"Oh, darn," Tammy said.
"But you go, and then you can tell me all about it, and you can set it up so I can pose for him later, okay?"
"Okay," Tammy replied.
Tammy walked to the mall and went to the lingerie shop. Tammy was sorry Chris couldn't make it. She wanted to buy lingerie with her, but she proceeded in her young ways to scout the store. She tried on several combinations, and finally used the money Mr. Taylor had given her to purchase a short turtleneck sweater-dress. It hugged her body like cellophane and the hem rimmed tightly just above her knees. She looked good in ink black, she thought.
Then she bought a white strapless bra and a pretty merry-widow that shaped her body tightly.
She appraised himself in the dressing room mirror. A tight pair of pink nylon bikini panties covered her pussy and the bra of the pretty merry-widow had flexible underwire and an inner drawstring so Tammy could pull her tits together in a puffy deliciousness, and set them up high.
Tammy selected shiny black high heels and dark nylons with a dark ring around the top. She thought Mr. Taylor might like this whole effect.
She took a cab and went to his motel. He had the bridal suite on the third floor, a plush two-room affair with bar, couch, TV, thick carpet.
He welcomed Tammy and mixed himself a drink.
"Could I have one too?" Tammy asked.
"Well, I guess so," he said.
She took a whiskey and water, then on Mr. Taylor's suggestion, she went into the bedroom to change into her new attire. She put the tight merry-widow on. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Looks real good," she whispered.
She hooked the dark nylons into the white garters. She slipped her pink panties over the garters and pulled them into place.
She looked ravishing.
She pulled on the black, slinky dress, and went closer to the mirror to fix her beautiful face. She applied a dark shade of blush that worked well with her tanned cheeks, giving them a rosy glow.
Tammy combed her hair and fixed up a fine ponytail, then Tammy added a thick hp-gloss that made her lips as red as cherries.
She walked into the next room.
"Oh, wonderful!" Mr. Taylor smiled. "You look gorgeous, my dear!"
"Thank you. I thought you'd like this dress."
"Let's have a picture of you," he said, snapping a shot.
"You must already have a hundred pictures of me, sir, from the pool, and then there was that night in your room."
"Not like this." He trembled. "You're very pretty today."
"Should I pull my skirt up over my panties?"
"Yes, why don't you do that, darling?"
Tammy stood in the middle of the plush carpet. He was at the bar. She lifted the tight turtleneck sweater up her legs, over the dark tops of the nylons, the shiny white garter straps, and stopped it just above the V in her panties.
"Oh, my! Very nice! Fantastic, sweetheart!" Mr. Taylor said, shooting a picture.
"You got a big boner already, Mr. Taylor."
"I know, darling. That's what you do to me."
"Should I take the skirt off then."
"Yes!"
She pulled it up and over her head, then fluffed her ponytail back, and stood regally beautiful in her white waist-cincher, pink panties, dark nylons, and black high heels.
Mr. Taylor frantically took pictures.
She put her hands on her hips and rolled them for him. "Wanna see some ass?"
"Yes, yes!"
Tammy turned and bent over, putting her hands on her knees and started swinging her fine ass in slow circles. Mr. Taylor shot a series of photos.
"I'll pull my panties down around my knees, and you can get a good picture," Tammy said, shoving her pink panties to her knees. The white garter straps cut into her supple ass, indenting the smooth cheeks.
Mr. Taylor shot more pictures.
"What you gonna do with all these pictures, sir? Beat off to 'em?"
"Yes!"
"Wanna beat off to me right now."
"Oh, yes ... yes!"
Tammy turned around, put her hands on her hips. Her pretty face was highlighted by a light shining from the bar, brightening the red of her cheeks, the thick red lipstick, her sweet bangs.
"There, now you can take a picture of my pussy," she said.
Mr. Taylor took several.
"Gee, you gotta great big boner goin', Mr. Taylor!" Tammy purred.
His gray slacks thumped at the crotch with his huge erection. His cock creamed his shorts. He put the camera on the bar, then quickly unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down. His light-blue shorts were all soaked with cum. His prick pushed out the tight, bulging crotch.
He took the shorts down, then stripped off the rest of his clothes. Tammy gaped at his handsome, hard cock. She liked the thickness, the roundness of it, the slick shape of the throbbing shaft.
Big bubbles of cum squished off the pumpkin-head of his cock. Little goops of jizz flew from the pricktip. Tammy slid her panties down her legs and took them off.
"How's this?" she asked, dangling the pink panties in one hand as if offering them to Mr. Taylor as a prize. She set her black-heeled feet apart, then pushed out her hips, swirling them in a bump and grind.
"Beautiful!" Mr. Taylor cried, grabbing the camera and taking more pictures of her.
Tammy dipped her hands into the cups at the top of the bra.
"Wanna see my tits too, huh?"
She set her beautiful tits up over the top, the nipples like little bullets, the round plumpness juicy-looking.
"Yes, yes, good, good!" Mr. Taylor huffed. "Now why don't you sit down on the couch with your legs apart and do sexy things?"
"Okay," Tammy said.
She walked to the couch and sat down. She set her legs apart, heels flat to the floor, knees cocked; then she leaned back, sprawled suggestively in all her adorable elegance.
"Do sexy stuff."
"Jeez, just kinda wiggle around, huh?" Tammy lifted her splendid young ass off the cushion, swirling her hips in a steamy roll. "like this?"
"That is fabulous, Tammy!"
"And this look on my face, like this? See, like Pam sayin' come on and screw me, huh?" Tammy opened her mouth, her red lips wet, her tongue sliding across her lower Up, her eyes looking sultry.
"Oh, yes, darling!" Mr. Taylor gulped, shooting more pictures. "Why don't you masturbate your pussy for me?"
"like this?" Tammy asked, sliding her hand between her legs and rubbing her puffy pussy, slicking a finger up and down the wet slit. "Should I stick a finger in and fuck myself?"
"Yes, yes! Oh yes! like that, darling!"
She diddled her pussy with a slow-slurping finger. "I'm masturbatin' for you, sir."
"You're wonderful! You like showin' off don't you?"
"Yeah, and you like lookin', don't you?"
"I love lookin' at you Tammy; you're exquisite, my dear. You are lovely, sexy ... you ... you ... oh, darling!"
His cock throbbed and spat juicy gobs of cum.
"Ooooh, your peter's all squirty and stuff, sir!"
"So hard for you."
"I know, I can see!"
Tammy fucked her finger in and out of her pussy, affecting a sexy pout with her lips, a sultry pose that made Mr. Taylor shoot off the rest of the film.
"If you're not gonna beat off, sir, why don't you come over and put that big fucker of yours in my pussy?" Tammy whispered, pushing her hips up off the cushion of the couch.
Mr. Taylor put the camera down and came over to her. He dipped to his knees between her spread legs. He put his hands on her thighs, then pressed in on her, his cock slapping at her pussy.
Tammy reached down, fisted the thick stalk and pulled the pricktip to her pussy. She plugged him in.
"Oh, shit!" Mr. Taylor cried.
He bent over her and kissed her titties as his ass began a slow, sure hump-pump that sent his thick prick sliding and slicking in and out of Tammy's hot cunt.
"Oooooh, wow!" she sighed, letting Mr. Taylor suck her tits and fuck her at the same time.
He finally pulled back as he fucked in and out. Tammy looked down, loved seeing the slurpy slide of his prick.
"Darn, that looks good!" she whispered. "That really looks good, mister!"
"Feels good too!" he gasped.
"I know, I know!" Tammy puffed hotly. "Real good, sir!"
"Oh, Tammy, I'm finally fuckin' you!"
"Yeah, you are. You're really screwin' that big fucker of yours to me!"
"Fuckin' you, Tammy!"
"Yeah, fuckin' me!"
She rolled her hips, pumped her sweet ass off the cushion, screwed back and up to Mr. Taylor's prick.
"Oh, Tammy. I never thought that day at the pool, when I was takin' pictures of you, that I would ever be so lucky as to be fuckin' you like this!"
She smiled. "Well, you are, and don't forget, you were gonna give me five hundred dollars."
"I will! I will!" he fucked faster now, pumping his ass, his big balls swinging, slapping at the couch cushion, his thick prick sloshing in Tammy's cunt with thick slurps, the stalk all creamy and lathered with gooey white cum cream.
"That boner feels good in my pussy," Tammy said. "I love it!"
"Well, fuck me then! Keep fuckin' me like you are-nice and fast like that, sir! That's right! Fuck me like that!"
He cupped her tits and squeezed. He humped and pumped. His prick plugged her pussy.
Tammy fucked back with hot swirls of her teenybopper hips, lifting her ass off the couch, screwing real good.
"You're a great little fuck, Tammy!"
"I know! I'm a good fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Yes, say fuck to me, Tammy, while we fuck!"
"Okay! All right! Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fuck me now! Fuck! Fucker! Fucker, fucker, fucker! You're fuckin' me good now! And later you'll fuck your fist lookin' at my pictures. You bad fucker, you big, bad girl-fucker!"
"Oh ... oh ... Tammy!" Mr. Taylor huffed, pumping her pussy with hard rabbit jabs.
"Yeah, you fucker! You're gonna fuck your fist to my pictures, aren't you."
"Yes I will."
"Jerk off to 'em."
"Yes, yes!"
"Fucker! That's bad, you fucker! Bad unless you do it twice, three times a day. Jerk your boner to me every day, you gonna do that, sir?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes!"
"You better promise you'll beat off to me, ,to my pictures."
"I promise, I promise!"
"Okay then ... fuck me noooooowwww!" she purred. "Yeah, like that, Mr. Taylor! Fast! Hard! Now when you get ready to shoot, you take your boner out and pump off, shoot all over me, all over my merry-widow, my nylons, my pussy, my titties...."
"Oh, oh, oh! Shit!" Mr. Taylor cried, pulling his cock out of her cunt and grabbing it, pumping the stalk wildly, shooting hot bubbling pools of cum at Tammy.
"Yeah!" she yelped. "Oh, yeah! Shoot that stuff on me! Oh, yeah on my tits ... like that! Oh shit! Shoot in my hair too, in my bangs!"
Big bloops of cum splashed on Tammy's big tits, all over her merry-widow. Mr. Taylor beat his cock and waved the spewing stalk all over. A hot gun of goo spurted through the air and hit her bangs.
"Yeah, cum in my hair! Cum on my bangs!" Tammy cried.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Mr. Taylor babbled, ecstasy etched upon his ruggedly handsome face.
"Keep shootin' like that, sir!" Tammy hissed, her mouth open, freakish amazement on her pretty face as she watched his cock throb, then spit more juice.
"Yeah, beat it fast, mister! Beat that prick fast, real fast! Come on, fuck your fist! Keep shootin'! Shoot on my face!"
He pumped furiously, arched his cock and let it spew out a hot load of cum that splashed into Tammy's open mouth. A gob of jizz clung to her upper Up, dripped down, and she swished her tongue up and licked it away.
"Yeah, fucker! That's it! Shoot all over me! Shoot on my pussy!"
Mr. Taylor backed off and spilled the rest of his enormous load all over her sweet pussy, covering the fuzzy mount with white cream.
"Now put your dick back in me and fuck me," Tammy gasped.
He slipped the tip into her pussy.
"Yeah, now fuck me!"
He rocked back and forth and banged his gooey prick in and out of her cunt. Her legs were spread nice and wide, her knees cocked, pointing outward. She fucked her ass up off the couch. He humped faster.
She came.
A slashing simmer of satisfaction took hold of her and rang her bell, making her shake uncontrollably, making the dear, sweet girl vibrate wildly on the couch.
"Ooohhh!" she sighed, her head back, her mouth open. "Ooooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Feeeeeeels good ... feeeeeels good!"
CHAPTER TEN
When they had finished fucking, when Mr. Taylor finally fell limp, huffing and panting, when Tammy lay sprawled out on the couch, thick cum drenching her merry-widow, her nylons, her tits, and the big gob that still clung to her bangs, when they caught their breath, Mr. Taylor made a new suggestion.
"I took the liberty of buying a school uniform for you, Tammy. It's just like yours exactly. I had it made special. I want you to put it on and let me take some more pictures."
"Jeez," said the dazzled schoolgirl. "You want me to pose some more in my uniform?"
"Yes, and I'll pay you more too."
"Sir, are you rich?"
"Very."
"What'cha do, sir?" Tammy asked, finding the uniform on the bar in a gift box. She took it and walked into the bedroom to change.
Mr. Taylor answered her from the other room. "I made it all in oil."
"How?" Tammy yelled back.
"Many years ago I was driving in North Dakota, had the window down and I smelled oil. I stopped, found out who owned the land, gave them twice what it was worth, sat on it, and ten years later I sold it for ten million dollars."
"Jeez!" Tammy whistled.
"I know, sounds too easy, but that's how it happened."
"Jeez, so you're real rich, sir!" Tammy called, slipping off the merry-widow.
She stripped and slipped on her pink panties, pulled them up tight in the crotch. She wiped away some cum from her thighs and tits, but left the cake of goop on her imagine bangs. It looked good there, she thought.
She put on the blue school skirt. Mr. Taylor had had it taken up shorter than her other one. The pleats were high on her thighs. She put on a pink sweater, then slipped on dark-blue knee-socks, and a new pair of blue and white saddle shoes.
Tammy went to the mirror, put on fresh lipstick and rouged her sweet cheeks.
She walked out to the other room. "So, this is what you wanna see? Me in my uniform?"
"Yes, you're beautiful."
"Am I really?"
"Yes, Tammy. You have superb beauty, enigmatic charm."
Mr. Taylor stood back by the bar again, still nude.
"You wanna see me show off? Is that it?"
"Yeah, I wanna see you do real sexy things. Things just you would do to turn a man on. Just pretend you're tryin' to get a man all worked up."
"Gee, I don't think we have to pretend that, do we, sir."
"No." He smiled.
"Well, if I was gonna show off, get a good-lookin' man like you all hot, then I'd do something so I could bend over, like this, see? I'd pretend there was something wrong with my shoe, and I'd bend way over to check it, and see how my skirt pulls up over my pink panties. That'd get 'em hot, huh?"
Mr. Taylor's prick thumped to a throbbing erection.
"Yes, yes, it would get 'em hot."
"They could see my ass, see my panties, huh?"
"Yes, and a fine, beautiful ass it is, my precious darling."
She looked back at him, all bent over, saw his cock rigid and long.
"Yeah, get 'em real hard, like you."
"Yes, like me."
"And I'd get all gooshy in my pants 'cause I'd get all excited about showin' off and making them get a bone on."
"I know!" he puffed, taking pictures.
Tammy stood up. "And I could do other stuff too. like I could be in my desk in school, and I could fix it so when I got up my skirt catches and pulls way up and won't come down till I pull it down."
"Show me," he panted, taking pictures.
"like I'll sit in this chair, then when I'd get up, it would stick on the desk, it would pull up like this when I stand up."
Tammy lifted her skirt.
"Then you could see my panties again, see how tight they are, how my pussy pushes 'em out."
"Yessssss!" he huffed.
"And I could be like at Pizza Heaven after school, sitting in a booth, pulling my skirt up like this, and I'd sit with both feet on the floor, see? And the guy across from me looks right at my panties. Then I would slide my hand down, kind of peel the pants down like this, and I'd show him my pussy."
"Oh, darling!" Mr. Taylor exclaimed. "You are truly wonderful!"
His cockhead foamed as it pulsed wildly, wobbled, jerked, thumped.
"And this guy would be so hard and so hot he'd have to play with his peter while he looked at me. Oooooh, boy!"
Tammy rubbed her pussy quickly, then took her hand away.
Mr. Taylor put in a new roll of film.
"I'll tell you what else I could do," Tammy said, sliding down on the chair, panties down around her knees, her legs apart.
"What?"
"I could take my panties all the way off, just take 'em right off, like this, see? And I could then put them on my finger and hold 'em up, like maybe I'd let the guy have 'em or something."
"Yes, and he'd wanna have 'em too!" Mr. Taylor exclaimed.
"He probably would. He'd probably wanna take my panties home and jerk off in 'em, huh?"
"You know he would!" Mr. Taylor gulped. "I could pull this sweater way up too, and take my boobs out."
"Do it, honey!"
"Okay, see, pull it up and take my boobies out."
"You're wonderful, Tammy!"
He put the camera aside and went to the chair. He crawled between her legs. He threw her skirt up higher and fondled her tits. He leaned in and kissed her juicy mouth. His hand slid between her legs and he fingered her cunt.
Tammy squirmed in his embrace.
He broke their kiss and sat back on his knees. "You look fabulous with your little skirt pulled up like that, Tammy."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you're showin' off your pussy real good now."
"And you got all hard again. See?" She pointed at his thick erection. "I guess, showin' off so good as I'm doin', the guy would probably try to put his hard-on in me, huh?"
"I'll bet."
"I don't know if I'd let him."
"Why, Tammy?" His hands slid up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, his fingertips just barely touching her fuzzy cunt hair.
"I'd make him play with it first, tease him a little."
"You would, huh?" Mr. Taylor stroked his prick with his hand.
"Yeah, make him get his boner real big, as big as he could get it, and all the time I'd be showin' my pussy like this, holding my skirt up, being a naughty little girl."
"Yes, you are naughty, darling!"
"You are too, sir," Tammy shot back. "You're a naughty, naughty, naughty guy."
"I know," he whispered.
"See, what I'd do then is slide up to the edge of the chair like this, and I'd get both hands on his big boner and jerk on it like this!" Tammy gripped his huge prick and pumped in a fluid two-handed stroke.
"Ohhhh, Tammy!"
She jerked him with a slow pump, sending the man to a new crest of pleasure. His prick had swollen into a big, thick, hard hunk of meat. It spit and foamed.
"Tammy, stand up and turn about, bend over the chair, put your hands on the arms," Mr. Taylor said. "Yes, like that! Then pull your skirt way up, yes ... hold it there!"
He moved in on her and stuck his prick into the crack of her ass.
"Sir!" Tammy hollered. "You're not gonna corn-hole me, are you?"
"Beautiful ass!" he gasped, and plugged the tip of his huge prick into her tiny ass-hole.
"Aaaaagggh! Jeez! My butt! You're gonna fuck my butt! Ooooo, shit! Ouch! Oh, please!" Tammy babbled, wiggling, undulating her beautiful butt back at his plunging prick.
"Oh, Tammy, I love your ass!"
"Don't fuck it, sir! Please!"
But he was, his cock sliding slowly into her ass.
"No, no!" she pleaded.
"I just wanted to do it for a moment, darling," he said, then pulled out.
He dropped to his knees and cupped her ass-cheeks. Then he slithered his tongue like a wiggling snake up and down the crack of Tammy's ass.
"Ahhh, yeah! Shit! Yes, I like that! I like ass-lickin', like that!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, baby!" Mr. Taylor mumbled.
"Oh, jeez! Wow!"
His tongue shot into her ass-hole, and he whirled it like the funnel of a tornado.
"Ah, shittttt!" Tammy cried with immense joy. "Do that! Do that with your tongue! Right there! Don't stop!"
She reached down and plugged a finger in her pussy, found her clit, and gave it the business. Mr. Taylor's lewd, long tongue kept swishing at Tammy's butt hole.
"Makin' me crazy!" she yipped, then felt the sizzle of a climax.
A fabulous feeling flooded her. She rippled with pleasure, never wanting it to end, wanting it to last forever.
"Honey!" Mr. Taylor babbled, his tongue working. "You're cummin'! Beautiful!"
Mr. Taylor let her cum and cum, then he turned her around, pulled her down with him on the floor.
Tammy lay back, pulled up her little pleats and spread her legs.
"You gonna fuck me again?"
"Yes," he said, hovering over her, guiding his cock into her pussy.
"Oooooh, there it is again in my puffy.
Whewwww, jeez!" Tammy cooed.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast, Tammy!" he whispered, humping up and down, slamming into her.
"Okay! Fuck me hard and fast then! Yeah, like that! Really go, sir! Yeah, keep on goin'!"
He did.
"Why don't you go away with me, Tammy, we could travel the world in luxury."
"Go away with you? You mean leave home?"
"Yeah."
"Jeez-I don't think so, sir."
"Oh, please!"
"No, but you can come see me anytime you want, Mr. Taylor."
"And we can take pictures and fuck like this?"
"Yeah, I'll kinda be your girl. Okay? I'll be your little fucker."
"Yes, yes!" he puffed, pumping faster. "And you'll let me come see you, fuck and do sexy things?"
"Sure. We can fuck and stuff."
His balls were cracking up against her ass, thick swats that echoed resoundingly. She loved the way he was screwing her. She had her skirt up, legs apart, and she scissored her kneesocks around him.
"Fuck me!" she whispered. "Hump me!"
She felt the first surge of his load splash into her pussy. She fucked up to him, pumping her ass up and down, banging the floor.
"Yeah!" she cried. "Me too!"
And again a wave of pure ecstasy spilled over lovely Tammy as she lay on her back, fucking wildly on the floor.
When they had finished, Mr. Taylor smiled. "You sure you won't go away with me?"
"I can't. School is just starting, sir, and I'm learning so much. So darn much."
