Much has been written and said about the process of growing up but very little is really understood. Millions of sermons have been preached from the pulpits of America about the evil, sinful feelings felt by those who are leaving childhood behind and entering adulthood.
But despite all the words which have been written and spoken about growing up, no one has yet come up with a plan for coping with those turbulent feelings racking the bodies and minds of young men and women, which can satisfy everyone.
Julie Fielding, the young woman in this novel, experiences those traumatic emotions and copes with them the best way she can. The decision she makes for her own life may not be acceptable to everybody, but it works for her.
HOT TO TROT SCHOOLGIRL is a fictional story about one girl growing up, a tale which might apply to any young girl in today's society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Julie Fielding sat in the back row of the classroom. She looked fabulous in her sweet school uniform. She did her school proud, filling out the pleated, short gray skirt with her lush curves and lines. Her dark-blue wool sweater wrapped tightly, like gauze, around her obscenely big teenage tits. She also wore dark-blue wool knee socks and blue and white saddle shoes.
She didn't really care for school, and had just transferred to Marlboro High. Her long brown hair was cut straight in bangs across her forehead, then it slicked straight back and was tied into a sweet ponytail by a piece of white yarn.
Her face was beautiful. Cheeks, farm-girl fresh. Round pouting lips, eyes big, brown.
She chewed her bubble gum and took notes from the lecture being delivered by Mr. Hastings, the English teacher. She unconsciously blew a big pink bubble as she scribbled.
"Miss Fielding, you'll see me after class," the teacher snapped.
And so when the bell rang she stayed in her seat.
The teacher, a handsome man of forty, tall, lean, with sandy-blonde hair, came around his desk and stood at the front of Julie.
"I've told you not to chew gum in my class anymore."
"I'm sorry, sir. I forgot," Julie said.
"Well, you'll have to be punished. You simply cannot keep breaking the rules."
Julie shifted in her desk. Her golden, smooth, finely tapered legs were crossed. Her tits looked like hard, ripe grapefruits, pushing against the tight blue sweater.
"Come up here," the teacher commanded.
She got up and walked to the front of the room. Her lush young hips rolled beautifully. She looked gorgeous, and it was no secret to the boys at Marlboro High that she had the finest ass in school, a luscious rump, curved exquisitely.
She stopped at the teacher's desk.
"Turn around," he said.
Julie was in front of the teacher's desk. She turned and faced it. Mr. Hastings was directly behind her. He stared at the way her little gray skirt pulled around her beautiful ass. It was a thrilling sight. She indeed had a gorgeous teenage ass, a delightful, juicy round, perhaps a little plump, but wonderful!
"I'll have to spank you," Mr. Hastings said.
"For chewing gum?" the girl asked incredulously.
"I've warned you."
He slapped her ass.
"Ouch!" Julie gulped.
"Bend over my desk, put your hands on the edge there," the teacher said, a stern look on his face as Julie glanced back at him over her shoulder.
She put her palms on the edge of his desk, set her feet apart, bent over and offered up her delicious ass. Mr. Hastings whacked it again, feeling the warm, smooth softness of the goddess curve.
"This will never do, you'll have to pull your skirt up," Mr. Hastings huffed.
He lifted the gray skirt and yanked it up around the girl's waist.
"Hold it there for me," he commanded harshly.
Julie didn't know what to make of this. "But, sir ... my skirt up?"
He began paddling her pink panties. His blood raced. The pants were filled overflowing with her marvelous teen-ass. The elastic rode high on her ass cheeks, leaving a slash of white skin jiggling beneath.
Mr. Hastings slapped her ass, felt the smooth nylon, pink panties, felt her smooth ass jiggle. His cock, already at stiff attention, bubbled and spat out a gob of cum that splashed into his shorts and dripped down his leg.
His hand roamed her schoolgirl ass for a brief moment, feeling the sweet curve, then he paddled her tenderly, faster at first, then slower, and suddenly his hand was on her panties and fanning her plump ass cheeks in a circular motion.
Julie was completely lost. What's going on? she thought. What's he doing, feeling my ass?
Indeed. He was feeling her ass. And it delighted the teacher.
Julie felt a strange excitement flood her lovely body. A tingle zinged up her spine. Her young brown pussy felt all wet down there.
Mr. Hastings' hand continued the circular motion, the soft caress of her fantastic ass, sliding his fingers over the curve, down to the bottom of the pants, up to the top, then he trailed a finger lightly up and down her ass-crack.
"But, sir..." the girl gulped.
"Yes, you need a good spanking so you won't blow bubbles in my class again."
He slid his hand under her ass, feeling between her thighs, sneaking his fingers through to the other side, flubbing her pussy, then rubbing back and forth between her legs.
Julie was gripped by a new thrill. She trembled all over.
Then Mr. Hastings stuck his hand inside her panties and felt the egg-shell smoothness of her exquisite ass cheeks. He slid a finger up and down the fuzzy crack.
Another shiver of ecstasy raced through the young girl.
He stood close to her. She could hear him panting. She felt his hot breath on her neck. She felt his hand tickling her ass crack.
Suddenly the teacher knelt down behind her and pulled her panties down around her thighs, then mashed his face into the crack of her ass.
"Ooooh, sir! Don't! Don't!" Julie protested, but the man's tongue was already wagging up and down the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmm," the man mumbled. "Mmmmmm," he gurgled, his tongue swiping, spitting, slobbering her ass.
Julie stood there, bent over the desk, weak with the new, delirious feeling shaking through her.
Mr. Hastings then slicked and slapped his tongue wildly, lapping her ass-crack, until he finally sent the wild lapper flipping at her tight little ass-hole.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" the girl moaned. "Don't, sir! Oh, you shouldn't do that! Ahhhh, mmmf!"
But he was doing that. Eating her ass-hole. Slapping the tip of his wet, wild tongue right at her assbud. And the feeling it sent shivering through Julie made her lightheaded, made her feel faint. She had never experienced anything like this before. She was absolutely lost in a swoon of ecstasy.
Her pussy was all itchy and gooey in the crotch of her panties. "I don't know, sir ... should you ... oh, oh, oh ... sir!"
The man knew he had her walking the tightrope. He was no dummy. He was her teacher, after all. He stood up, his cock almost punching a hole in his slacks. He turned the girl around, held her skirt up around her waist and appraised the front of her panties which were all crunched up in a soft mound covering her u fuzzy brown pussy.
She eyed his hard cock. They looked at each other. She saw the passion on his face. He saw the fright and delight on Julie's pretty face.
He reached out and petted her pussy, his fingers light on the smooth soft nylon, just scratching her cunt.
"Ooooh," the girl whispered. "You shouldn't touch me there, sir."
"Yes, yes I should," he said, and punched his fingers harder into her cunt.
"Ooof!" she huffed.
He rubbed her pussy furiously, before she could protest any longer. He felt the cream ooze from her pussy through her panties to his fingertips.
His cock thumped in his slacks, spat more cum, and now a big stain appeared at his crotch. Julie looked at the big damp blotch and a spasm of delight shot through her belly.
The teacher suddenly was in her panties up to his elbow, deep down in there, his hand engrossed in the soft, wiry fuzz of her cunt. He hooked a finger in her pussy slit and toyed the tip up and down her wet fuck-hole. Then he shoved in, stuck a finger in her pussy.
"Ooooh, no sir ... you know you shouldn't do ... oh, oh, oooooh, sir!" she groaned.
Julie couldn't stop him. What he was doing felt too good. Her whole body felt as though she might wilt. Then it happened. His finger fucked faster, and she was flooded with the ripples of sweet climax that bent her over, stiffened her. She looked in the man's eyes and came.
"Mmmmmm, mmm ... ooof! Oh, wow!" she babbled.
Mr. Hastings fingered her cunt faster, slicker, caught her clit and sent her into a tremor of pure delight, sweet pleasure, ultimate satisfaction.
Julie had never experienced anything like it. She gripped the desk with her hands and held on as the man diddled her young pussy.
When she had rocketed through her orgasm, he pulled his hand out of her panties, his fingers all gooey and sticky, and he brought them to his mouth and licked them. This obscene act sent a chill of delgiht shuddering through the young schoolgirl.
Then he took one of her hands, brought it to his crotch and placed it on his immense erection. It was the first time Julie had ever felt a prick, and her heart raced, her blood boiled.
She instinctively wound her fingers around the thick prick, and she held him like that.
"Move your hand, squeeze a little," Mr. Hastings said.
She was amazed at the hardness of his big erection. She did as her teacher requested, she wrapped her fingers around the bulging spike in his slacks and pinched down, feeling the hot throb.
Julie's little pleated skirt was still hung up around her waist, caught on the desk in back of her. Her pink panties were juiced and wet, and the teacher stuck his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. Julie responded with a little girl sigh and squeezed harder on his big prick.
He pulled her to him and kissed her candy-sweet lips wildly, snaking his tongue into her mouth, wagging it around the sweet softness, splattering his spit into her mouth.
His hand dipped again to the top of her panties and he pulled them down slowly, oh, so lowly, until he had them around her thighs.
Julie quickly pulled them back up.
"We shouldn't be doing this, sir," she protested.
He unzipped his fly and reached inside. He withdrew his hot pulsing prick. The shaft was long, at least a full eight inches, his cock head round and sticky with goo.
Julie stared at him, then looked down and gazed at the teacher's prick. She had never seen a cock before. A streak of delight, of fright, of exciting, forbidden desire flushed through her.
Then the man unbuttoned his slacks and took them down with his shorts so the pants and shorts lay on his shoes around his ankles. Julie stared at the way his cock stood out from between his legs, how it wagged from side to side as it thumped. How it spat goo from the tip that dripped and fell to the floor.
Mr. Hastings grasped his cock in his fist and pumped the stalk slowly, pulling the skin backward so his big red cockhead bulged out like a light bulb. He pumped slowly as Julie watched. Her pussy began itching again, and she was fascinated by the way the man played with himself. It thrilled her.
She watched intently as he jacked his prick, pulling and pushing, chopping in and out, an underhanded stroke, his thumb extended, faster and faster.
"God, you look good, darling," he sighed. "You look so ... so ... beautiful!"
Julie blushed, and she felt another pang of excitement sizzle through her body.
"What am I doing, Julie?" he whispered.
"Playing with yourself, sir."
"Jacking my prick to you, dear."
"To me, sir?"
"Yes, because you're so pretty, so fabulously fine."
"Thank you, sir."
"Pull your sweater up, will you?"
"I don't think I should."
"Please, pull it up and let me see your big tits."
"I can't, sir."
"I'll give you a real good grade, Julie."
The young girl watched his pumping hand, saw a gob of cum spit from his cocktip and just miss hitting her thigh. She tingled all over. She slowly lifted her dark-blue sweater, pulled it up over her luscious pink bra overflowing with her big teen tits. She reached into her bra cups, pulled out each big milkshake and set them on top of the pink bra, so her tits looked like two big suckable delights.
"Oh, God!" the man gasped.
"Sir, your thing is squirting all over me!" Julie complained.
Indeed. The man was cumming. His hand blurred on his prick, faster and faster, and he stiffened, whacked wildly on his hard erection as he shot his load, a thick stream of hot cream jetting from the swelling head of his prick. Big gobs splashed on Julie's thighs. She watched the man cum, and it thrilled her more than anything. She shivered all over.
"Sir!" she sighed.
He managed to reach out with his free hand and dip it deep into her panties as he came. He hooked a finger into her cunt. Julie liked the feeling of his finger and the way the teacher made it work in and out of her juicy, hot pussy slit.
He fingered fast and she came again, a beautiful, brilliant climax. Her eyes were fixed on his spewing cock. Her pussy was quivering and shaking with pleasure. She swooned into pure ecstasy. A sweeping, wonderful feeling. A feeling she wanted to have over and over.
Mr. Hastings finally exhausted his load, and he stumbled backwards and fell into a school desk. He sat panting, choking for breath, staring at the young darling who still stood at the desk, trembling from her cum, her panties soaking wet, her tits out over the top of her bra. Her sweet legs dripping with his cream. A big gob dribbled down her thigh, her knee, along her slender calf to her knee sock.
"Honey, darling," the man panted.
No one had ever talked to Julie like this before. She liked those words.
"Come over here, Julie," the teacher instructed.
She walked over to him, her skirt falling around her thighs. She stood in front of the desk. She waited. He slid to the edge, pulled her skirt up and mashed his mouth into the dripping crotch of her pink panties.
"Oh, oooh," she shivered.
He sucked and licked her panties, then pulled them down and set his tongue to wagging. Julie gasped loudly, stood stiff before him. Mr. Hastings reached behind her and clutched her magnificent ass, his fingers punching into her pliant ass flesh. His tongue slobbered lewdly up and down Julie's juicy cunt slit.
He twiddled her good. She felt the ravishing ripples of sweet desire grip her. Instinctively she pushed her hips towards the hungry man. He chomped furiously on her furry soft pussy.
"Oh, sir. Sir! Oh, golly!" Julie muttered.
"I love chomping on your pussy," the man gurgled.
He licked, sucked her cunt all the way into his mouth and chewed the sweet delicacy. Julie shuddered with an intense excitement. His hands gripped her ass tighter.
His cock began rising, throbbing, pulsing to a towering erection. He brought one hand around to his burning cockstalk and fisted it. He pumped as he munched Julie's cunt.
She felt the divine feeling of climax shoot from her toes to her head. She shook all over as she came.
The teacher pulled her down on him, her legs straddling him. She came down and his big erection slapped against her panties. He reached over and pulled the panties to one side of her crotch and inserted the head of his prick in her orgasmic cunt.
"Oh, no! No! Oh, sir!"
"We have to fuck."
"Ahhhhh, oh, sir. It's so ... so ... oh, sir. It's so good."
"I know."
He fucked up to her, just touching her pussy lips with the top of his prick. Then he pushed deeper, gave her three inches and the girl sobbed with delight.
He reached up and grasped her unbelievable tits, he jiggled them, squeezed them, and they felt so big, so soft, yet so firm ... round ... too big for a girl her age.
Julie was still trying to catch her breath from the thrill of his cock in her cunt. She had never been so excited. Her heart pounded. Her blood raced. Her breath came in hot jets of steam.
The teacher's cock spiked up into her little cunt, and the friction and the push, and the pull, tingled her tight little pussy.
His hands on her tits, expertly fondling them, sent a new flame burning through her. She felt her pussy ooze cream on the stalk of his punching prick.
As he fucked her, Mr. Hastings leaned forward and fastened his hot mouth on her little nipples, sucked her tits, slobbered on the wonderful orbs.
Julie sat on top of him, her school skirt up around her waist, her pink panties crunched to one side, his cock in her, her legs straddling him, her ass up a few inches off his thighs as she took his thrusts.
"God damn, honey. You're a sweet little fucker!" Mr. Hastings gulped.
Julie had never heard such words, but they delighted her, and passion boiled through her as his piercing prick plugged deeper up into her splendid pussy hole. She had over half his eight inches in her.
She moved her ass around just a little, trying out her own moves. The teacher humped off the seat of the desk and slugged his expanding cock deeper-a full seven inches up into her cunt.
"Ooof!" she gasped. "Sir, this is something. I mean, really ... I've never felt anything like this."
"Fucking is so wonderful, dear ... fucking, fucking, fucking!"
"Oh yes," she gasped, loving the sound of his words. "Fucking!"
And she loved the sound of the word slipping like sweet, thick honey off her tongue.
"Yeah, fucking," she repeated, bouncing up and down now on his hard, pipe-like prick.
"You little fucker!" the teacher huffed.
Julie bounced up and down, bucked and fucked back at the pearl-smooth prick that was now ballooning in her cunt.
"I'm a little fucker," she repeated.
He humped up higher, drubbed his cock into her muffin-soft cunt. He fucked her with hot, humping strokes that ignited a fire inside the girl's pussy. She had never known such joy.
She had never been fucked before, but she knew now it was about the best thing that had ever happened to her or ever would. She bumped up and down, her ass splaying and splattering on Mr. Hastings' thighs. He humped back to her.
A flowing glow grabbed the young girl. She quivered. A throb of excitement leaped through her as the man's inflamed cock fucked her oozing pussy.
"Such a sweet young fucker!" the man moaned.
"Yes, yes, just a young fucker, sir, and you're fuckin' me!"
This kindled a raging fire within the teacher. He fucked her frying pussy with a slithery slip and slide of his cock.
Julie felt his seething load shower her. A frothing wave of cum spilled into her pussy. Suds of thick bubbling cream filled her cunt.
A stabbing ecstasy ravished her. The man's fervid fucking, the way he humped his prick into her pussy, had her climaxing in a gasping, whimpering orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" the man yipped.
"You should know," Julie moaned. "You should know!"
"Oh, baby!"
"Sir, sir, it's shooting foam into me!"
"Cuming, honey, shooting cum-cream into you."
"Oooooh!"
Her panties were like a wet rag. His prick pushed them aside as he sliced into her.
Julie bounced up high and came down one last time, threw her arms around the man, hung her chin over her shoulder and began shuddering as he humped his squirting cock into her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Julie had on her cheerleading uniform, a short red skirt with white inverted pleats, and a white vest that stopped just at the top of her skirt so that when she stretched her arms it pulled up to reveal her flat belly. The vest was tight, and buttoned down the front with red buttons. Her big, round grapefruit tits pushed at the little body-fitting vest lewdly.
She wore her white wool knee socks and red tennis shoes. She was walking with her friend, Victoria, a dark-haired girl who was also a cheerleader.
Victoria was a gorgeous senior at school. She had her hair long, almost a Farrah Fawcet hairdo. Her square face was enhanced by her straight nose, her perfect cheekbones. She had small tits that pushed against her vest like two sweet lemons.
Her hips were narrow, her body thin, lithe, and her ass a classic dream.
Julie wanted to tell Vicki about her experience with Mr. Hastings, but she didn't know her well enough. They agreed to meet after classes with the rest of the cheerleaders and go to the Pizza Hut. They could talk and gossip before the big game.
Julie went to her photography class and took her seat. She didn't like photojournalism at all. She found the class a drag.
Mr. Benson, the teacher, was a man of thirty-five or so, small, with coal-black hair and a movie star's face. She liked him, but she didn't like his class.
When the bell rang, as she was leaving, he called her name. He had been intrigued by her fabulous body and her pretty face all semester. He smiled as she stopped and returned to his desk.
"You're not doing very well in this class, Miss Fielding," he said. "Well, sir, I..."
"Why don't we take some pictures? Maybe it would help, and I can help you with any problem you might have with the camera. It would certainly help with your grade."
"Well, sir, that's nice, yes ... I'd like some help."
"Here, take some pictures of me. Let's see how you operate the F-stop."
Julie focused and took a picture. Refocusing, she narrowed in on the teacher and flashed off another photo.
"Very good," he said, "that's right. You're doing well.'
She took another picture of him as he leaned against his desk. He had on light-brown slacks and a black sweater with a white shirt under it.
She seemed to notice a slight bulge in the slacks.
"Let me take some pictures of you now," the teacher said.
He took the camera from her and focused on Julie as she stood near his desk. He took a picture.
"Now sit down in a desk there in the front row," he said.
Julie sat down, crossed her legs, and looked stunning in her cheerleading uniform. The little red skirt with inverted white pleats was cut so high on her thighs that a shiver of desire shook the teacher.
He had admired the young girl's beauty and sexiness for so long, and now to have her sitting on the desk in her cheerleading uniform, posing for him, was almost too much for the man. He trembled. His cock pounded to a big erection.
"Yes, like that," he said, and took another picture. "Now, stand up again." Julie stood and put her hands on her hips. "Pull your skirt up a little."
"Sir?"
"Up, pull your skirt up a little. "I shouldn't, sir."
"Yes you should. You want an A in my class don't you?"
"Oh, I'd love that, Mr. Benson."
"Then pull it up a little."
"Like this?" Julie asked as she reached to the sides of her hips and slid her cheerleading skirt up slowly up over a pair of white satin tights.
"Oh, yes, like that."
He shot off a series of photos of Julie standing there so demure, so lewd, looking delicious in her cheerleading uniform, showing off her tight, white, snug-fitting bloomers.
"Sit down again," he instructed.
She sat down with her skirt up. She kind of knew what the man wanted now, so she spread her legs ever so slightly, put her feet on the floor, her knees open, cocked, her crotch white and pussy-filled.
"Good God!" the man panted.
Julie's big tits pushed at the cheerleading vest, so saucy, sexy, tit-filled. Her golden legs looked inviting, her pussy pushed like a muffin at the white crotch of her bloomers.
The teacher eagerly took pictures of her like this, then said: "Take your panties down."
"Oh, no, no, I couldn't," Julie said.
"Please!" he pleaded.
"No, sir ... I ... I mean it's not right."
"I'll pay you."
She was surprised by this. "Pay me?"
He put the camera down, reached into his pocket, got his wallet, peeled out five twenties and pressed them into Julie's hand.
"A hundred dollars to take my pants down, sir?"
"Yes," he stammered.
Julie slowly took hold of her white satin bloomers, tugged the top down toward her thighs and took them down, then she raised herself up off the seat of the desk, slid them over her ass and pulled them into a tight roll on her thighs revealing her incredible young cunt to the gaping teacher.
"Oh, Jesus!" he gasped.
He flashed off picture after picture. Julie shifted in the desk and showed off her cunt to the man. She liked doing it, and the hundred dollars in her hand thrilled her. She had never thought about being paid to show her pussy to a man.
She slid down on the edge of the desk, her chubbette ass almost hanging off the seat, raising her hips. She pushed her cunt out.
Mr. Benson shot off more pictures.
He finally put the camera down, came over to the young girl, bent over, stuck his hand in her pussy hair and kissed her passionately.
His tongue speared into her mouth as the bell rang.
"Oh, God," he panted. "I have another class coming in. Hurry, get ready to leave."
Julie got up and pulled her panties into place, straightening her uniform.
"What are you gonna do with all those pictures, sir?" she asked.
"Jack off to them, darling. I'm gonna pump my prick to them whenever I can."
"Oooooh, sir, that's so ... so dirty!" But it excited Julie, and she left the classroom with her pussy tingling.
She went immediately to the girl's room. She locked herself in a toilet stall. She pulled her tights down, lifted her skirt and sat down on the toilet. She slid to the edge of the shiny black seat. She flubbed a finger into her creaming pussy-slit. She fucked her pussy slowly at first, thinking about the teacher jacking-off to her pictures.
"Oh, yeah," she whispered. "I want him to jack off to my picture. I wish I could watch him."
Her finger diddled faster in her pussy. She felt her sticky juice. Her cunt tingled her all over.
"Yeah," she whispered. I want all the men I can get to jack off to me . . .go on, pound your pricks, pound, fuck your fists, be dirty, masturbate for me, jack off to me, yeah, faster, faster, oooh, pump your prick ... come on, faster, faster, faster ... come on, come on ... yeah, like that ... like ... oh, shit!"
She came.
Her finger jerked wildly. A fucking blur. She stiffened, then lifted off the toilet seat. She screwed her ass and pussy to her humping finger and climaxed beautifully, gasping, panting, tingling all over in the confines of the girls' toilet.
CHAPTER THREE
After the game that night, Julie met Victoria and they went to the Pizza Hut and had a medium slice with colas. They looked adorable in their uniforms.
Julie told Vicki about Mr. Benson and the pictures.
"And he paid you?" she said, a hint of glee in her voice. "Yes, a hundred dollars."
"God, I'd pull my panties down and let him take a picture of my pussy for a hundred dollars," Vicki said.
"Maybe he'd pay both of us," Julie mused. "If he ever asks me again, I'll suggest it, huh?"
"Yeah, do that ... it'd be real awesome."
"So, I'll tell you about Mr. Kirk, the biology teacher. Boy, he's a letch," Vicki said. "Just show him some leg in class and see how hot he gets. I let him see my panties sometimes. I get A's all the time."
* * *
Julie decided to try this strategy the next day in Biology I. She sat in the back row in her pleated gray skirt and dark-blue sweater. She let the skirt ride dangerously high and saw the way Mr. Kirk stared at her.
She adjusted her body several times in her seat, and then brazenly blew a big pink bubble with her bubble gum.
The bell rang. She got up to leave, gathered her books, and as she passed the teacher, he whispered, "Just a moment, Julie."
She stayed until the class had filed out.
"You know you're not supposed to chew gum in class, Julie," he admonished. "Yes, sir, I forgot."
He appraised her fine body. He trembled, all hot and bothered. Julie got excited herself seeing the thump and push of his prick against the leg of his slacks.
"I won't do it again," she said.
"How would you like to get an A in this class, Julie?" the teacher asked.
Julie chewed her bubble gum salaciously. She blew a sweet little bubble, popped it, and said: "I'd like that."
"It's easy to get an A for the term, Julie."
"How?"
"Let me take some Polaroids of you."
Gee, Julie thought, why did they all want to take pictures of her. Was she that pretty? That sexy?
"Sure," she said. "When?"
"Right now," the teacher said, then reached in his desk and produced a new, imagine Polaroid camera.
"Now, sir?"
"Yes, just lean back against the desk there."
Julie leaned back, looking saucy in her super-short gray skirt. Her Navy blue sweater bulged with her billowing teenage tits. Her legs were golden, smooth, slick, the knee socks tight to her saddle shoes.
Mr. Kirk took a picture of her leaning back against the desk. "Now, do something sexy, huh?"
"Gee, how 'bout this?" Julie said, and sat up on the edge of his desk, the little pleats high on her lovely thighs.
"That's nice," the man said, and took another Polaroid. "How about the skirt a little higher. I'd like to see your panties."
Julie uncrossed her legs and slid her skirt up, her legs dangling over the edge of the desk, up so that she showed just a V of her tight white panties.
"Oh, yes, like that," Mr. Kirk gasped and took a photo.
Julie slid back down from the desk, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and the teacher took another picture of her showing off her panties.
She slicked her panties down and revealed the sandy-brown tuft of pussy hair between her legs.
She stood with her panties rolled to just above her knees, her skirt up.
He trembled as he flashed off the rest of the roll and inserted a new film pack. Julie pulled her sweater up over her bra, a white overflowing cleavage bra, and she took her tits out of the cups and sat them on top.
"Oooooh," the man whimpered and shot another picture.
"Is this enough, sir?" Julie asked. She saw the bulge in his gray slacks. He wore a white shirt and black sweater.
"Take your panties off and hold them in your hand."
"Oh, sir ... should I?"
"Yes."
She did. She slicked them down and stepped out of them, held them teasingly in one hand, dangled them, and the man took more pictures of her with her skirt up holding the panties, showing her cunt.
"May I have those panties?" he asked, setting the camera on a desk.
"My panties?"
"Yes, I want them."
"Why, sir?"
"To remind me of you on lonely nights."
"Oooooh," Julie whispered. "No, I mean I can't go around to the rest of my classes without panties."
"I'll give you a hundred dollars."
This amazed Julie. She tossed her sweet-smelling panties to the man. He peeled off two fifties and handed them to her. Then he unzipped his fly and took out his cock.
"Oh, golly!" the girl gasped.
His prick was at least a foot long, big, thick, round, the head like a lemon.
He started to pump his prickshaft. Julie watched in enraptured fascination. He pumped fast.
"Sir, are you going to masturbate to me."
"Yes."
"But I can't stay."
He quickly stopped his wild pumping, reached in his pocket and pulled out a fistful of cash. He handed it to Julie. Then he doffed his slacks and shorts and sat down in a desk. He jacked on his cock hard, and Julie stood in front of him, still holding up her little skirt, still showing off her big tits.
She dipped a finger into her cunt and watched the man's furious beating. He gave himself a prize hand-job as he looked at the beautiful schoolgirl.
A sweet slicking sound filled the room. Big gobs of juice started to spill out of the man's prick. He pumped harder, thumping wildly on his cock.
"Oh, sir. It's shooting stuff out."
"Uh, huh. Shootin' for you."
"Oooh, I like it."
She diddled her pussy faster, and he pumped prick faster. Then he came. A hot stream of cream lifted from the tip of his prick, shot high and splashed to the floor in front of Julie.
"Oh, mmmm, whew, shit, shit, shit!" he groaned as he humped off the edge of the desk seat and whacked his prick with lightning speed.
Julie came, that sweet spasm of delight flooding her body in a heavenly rapture.
Her finger sawed in a blinding blur and his cock kept erupting. She came again. His cock shot forth another hot jetload of cum. Julie felt weak, faint.
The Polaroid pictures lay on the desk next to the jacking man. He had her panties in his other hand, and at the height of his climax he brought them to his mouth and chewed them.
CHAPTER FOUR
Julie and Vicki wore their cheerleading uniforms-red skirts with inverted white pleats, tight white sweaters, white knee socks and red tennis shoes. They had ridden the bus to an away football game, and since it was so far away, they rode with the football team.
They cheered on their team with only a small handful of people helping them. After the game they boarded the bus and waited for the team to shower and dress.
Julie and Vicki sat in the back. The boys came on, and Doug and Bobby sat down with them. It was now after 10 P.M. The bus driver climbed aboard and started the long drive home.
Doug was a senior. He sat down with Juile. Bobby, a junior, sat on the other side, near Vicki. As they rode along, Doug slid his arm around Julie's shoulders and pulled her closer. She felt his hand on her thigh, felt it slip up under her cheerleading skirt. Doug was suddenly rubbing her pussy.
Julie looked over and saw that Vicki had slid down on the edge of the bus seat and was letting Bobby play with her pussy.
Julie slid down too, opening her legs to the probing fingers. She let Doug rub her until her cunt creamed and the oozing goo seeped through to his fingers. Then he slid his hand up and down into her bloomers. He trailed downward until his hand was in her fuzzy cunt hair. He stuck a finger in her wet pussy slit.
Julie gave out a gasp. She lay her hand on his thigh. Doug took her fingers and placed the hand on his crotch, and Julie felt his hard erection.
She unzipped his fly and pulled his prick out. It was hard as steel, six inches long, and so smooth! Her fingers fluted along his cockstalk, then she gripped the throbbing teen prick in her hand and pumped up and down.
Doug's finger diddled her pussy. The boy's heart pounded wildly. Julie looked over to see Vicki let Bobby take her bloomers down. She squeezed harder on Doug's cock.
The boy started pulling her pants down, got them on her thighs and stuck his finger back in her cunt, and this time he fucked her pussy fast, like a buzzsaw.
Julie tried to match his speed and jacked up and down furiously on his high school hard-on. The boy gasped.
"Ah, Julie, Julie! That feels so good!"
"Yeah, yeah," she answered, so hot she thought she might catch fire.
"I like you jackin' me off," he whispered in her ear.
Julie saw Bobby go down on Vicki, saw him kneel down on the floor of the bus and spread Vicki's legs, then dive for her rich young cunt. Julie could hear his slobbering.
Vicki exhaled a loud breath.
"Oooooh," she moaned. "Oh, Julie, he's munchin' me!"
"Yeah, yeah ... he's fuckin' me with his finger."
Then Doug took her pants down. She managed to hold onto his cock, pumping him all the time, and suddenly he came.
A hot shot of cream jetted from his cock. The juice splashed on the seat in front of them. He shook, trembled, and moaned.
"Oh, uh, uh ... Juleeeee!"
Vicki slid farther down on the seat and let Bobby eat her. Julie continued her crackerjack hand-job until she had pumped out all his cum.
Then Doug knelt down on the floor and spread Julie's legs. He muffed in on her cunt. Now both boys were on their knees as the bus buzzed down the highway, both eagerly eating the young cheerleaders' cunts.
Julie loved it. She loved the young lad down there licking her where it felt good, loved that they were doing all this on the bus with other people all around, but none of them seeing them there in the back.
"Oh, Dougie," she whimpered. "Oooooh!"
He sucked her like a vacuum cleaner, then chewed her pussy. She felt an outrageous shudder pass through her, a rapacious fever of prime pleasure that jerked her up off the seat, bent over as the boy sucked.
"I'm cummin', Dougie," she whispered.
The boy licked and sucked faster, arousing more groans of satisfaction in the girl.
When the bus got back to school, the players and the cheerleaders got out. Doug and Bobby walked with Julie and Vicki to a clump of bushes in the playground park out back of school.
Once in the bushes, they all sat down on the ground. Bobby came to Julie, lay her down flat on her back, and kissed her. Doug did the same with Vicki. The girls lay on their backs, side by side.
Bobby pulled up Julie's short, pleated skirt and pulled her bloomers down. He took down his jeans and shorts to his shoes. His cock was hard like an iron bar. Julie felt it snap and wobble against her thighs as he lowered himself over her.
He plunged his prick into her pussy. Julie looked over to see Doug up on Vicki, shoving her his cock, too. This excited her.
His hot cock in her cunt really inflamed Julie. She felt the hard dirt under her ass, but she began squirming, wiggling her ass in the dirt, fucking up to the young boy, who was jigging up and down on top of her as fast as he could.
"Oh, God, they're fuckin' us," Vicki whispered.
"Yeah, here in the bushes."
"On the ground, in the dirt."
"Oh, Bobby, go on, faster, go faster!" Julie yelped.
"Yeah, fuck me fast," Vicki echoed. "Come on, fuck me real fast, Dougie!"
The boys did. They punched and hammered on the girls. Julie liked the quick, lightning, rabbit jabs the boy had going. His cock was like a mechanical fuck machine ... in and out, up and down. Oh, how she loved this!
She threw her legs around the boy, scissoring her white knee socks in a lock and fucking up off the ground to his thumping cock.
Then she felt her climax again, just as
Bobby's cock let loose and sprayed his load into her creamy cunt.
"Ah, ah, jeez!" Julie moaned.
"I'm shootin' off in her!" Dougie yelled.
"Yeah, he's shootin' in me!" Vicki yipped.
Julie was lost in the hot trembling rip that tore through her, the hot bubbling cream filling her pussy, and the tingle of ecstasy that devoured her. She bounced up and down and her ass slammed into the dirt ground, thumping back up to the hammering hard-on. What a fuck! she thought, throwing her arms around the boy.
"What a fuck!" she sobbed. "What a fuck!"
"Yeah," Vicki repeated. "What a fuck!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie was in Mr. Hastings' class. She watched him lecture, remembering the way he had knelt behind her and licked her ass. The thought of it made her shudder with excitement.
After class, as she walked sexily toward the door, he caught her gaze. He motioned with his head and eyes for her to stay after class.
Julie stopped and waited until all the students had filed out, then walked over to the teacher's desk.
His eyes glazed her beauty. She was adorable. Her brown hair had been parted in the middle, in bangs on her forehead. Her big tits jutted daringly against her dark-blue sweater. Her hips were encased with the wrap of her gray, pleated skirt.
The man felt a fire burn within him. His cock surged in his slacks. What a darling! he thought to himself. What a charmer!
Indeed she was. Her pretty face had a smudge of red rouge on each cheek, and her saucy, juicy lips were moist and glistening with a cherry-berry red gloss.
He walked to the door and locked it. He returned to Julie, came up to her from behind, his eyes glued to the splendid curve of her excellent ass.
He cupped his hands and pushed them onto each ass cheek, felt the honey-cake softness. He then brought his hands around in front of her and cupped her gorgeous tits. He pushed in closer and his hard cock slammed into the girl's ass as he humped down behind her.
Julie thrilled to the throb of the prick on her sloping ass. She wiggled just a little, and this sweet move inflamed the man.
He dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt to reveal her panties, white, with little pink stripes, a sweet candy-striped brief with a hint of lycra for shaping around her sweet hips, her pussy, her ass.
The man twisted the girl around and buried his face in the snug crotch of the panties and licked hungrily.
"Sir, are we gonna do some dirty things again?" Julie whispered.
"Oh, yes, yes," the man gasped, his tongue spitting, slobbering on her smooth-as-glass thighs.
He tugged at her panties, took them down to her knees, turned her around again, and shoved his face at her ass. His tongue licked like a wild paintbrush up and down her superb crack.
"You're lickin' my ass again, sir," the girl sighed, feeling a fiery delight sizzle through her.
"Mmmmmm, mmm," the teacher gurgled, slamming and slapping his tongue at her ass-hole.
"Up my shitter, sir," Julie whispered.
Mr. Hastings was so excited by her words, by her marvelous ass, he shook, trembled all over as he snacked at her shithole.
His tongue slitghered like a snake at her assbud. Julie quivered in an overwhelming satisfaction. She liked the man licking at her ass-hole.
The man finally stopped, stood up and faced Julie. His cock bent against his slacks. He took his pants and shorts down, stood with his big, eight-inch cock wobbling and thumping. He sat down in a desk on the front row.
"I'd like you to suck my prick," he whispered.
This was something Julie had never done.
"Suck on your prick, sir?"
"Yes, come over here, kneel down at my side, yes, like that, then put your head over my thigh, and kiss the tip of my prick."
Julie kissed just the top of his cock, leaving a cherry smudge of lip gloss. The man sighed loudly and his cock wavered and throbbed. Julie licked her teenage tongue over his bulbous cockhead.
She finally sucked the top of his bulging cock into her mouth. "Yeah, suck me, suck my prick, Julie," the man groaned, "that's the way to do it, honey, slide your lips up and down like that."
Her red lips sealed around his hard, but smooth cock stalk. Julie liked the feel of his throbbing cock in her juicy mouth. She sucked on his prick as though it might be a delicious popsicle. Her lips fishlocked around his fat fucker, and slid up and down, up and down, as she gulped the top half of his towering prick.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, Julie, suck, suck!" the teacher moaned, fondling her pigtails, petting the top of her head, fingering her caved-in cheeks.
Julie grasped the bottom of his cock, got a good grip at the base. Her head bobbed beautifully. Her lips slicked in a suction slide. Her pigtails wiggled. Her mouth full of cock looked good to the man. He throbbed, he trembled.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. "I'll give you an A in this course if you'll promise to suck me again some time."
"Mmmmm, mmm," Julie mumbled affirmatively.
She was on her knees beside him, her head ducked down on his cock. The teacher reached behind her and roamed his hand over her sweet ass.
"Oooh, your ass ... your ass, baby. It's fantastic! It's so goddamn nice," the man babbled.
It was. Julie knew that by now. And she liked his hand muffing around back there, jiggling her ass cheeks, tickling her ass crack through her panties.
Then he came.
Julie choked on the thick spray of cum that rained into her mouth. She gulped down the first splash and sucked harder on his bulging, throbbing prick. His load sputtered for a moment, just a sprinkle, then a flood of jism frothed into her mouth. Big streams sloshed out the corners of her mouth, dripped down her chin. Her head bobbed faster and faster, her sucking fervid, passionate, almost frenzied.
The man humped off the chair and shoved his cock in her mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh ... ahhhhh," he moaned, letting his cock spit his wild climax into the young girl's sweet red mouth.
Julie finally pulled off his sprinkling prick, her mouth, chin and lips were caked with white ooze. She licked her tongue over her bottom lip. Her trembling fingers went to her chin to feel the dribbling cum.
She still had the teacher's cock grasped in her hand. She pumped, slicked her hand all over his gooey soft prick, slicking and sliding, looking the man in the eyes, her beauty lewd now with the dripping cum on her face.
Mr. Hastings' prick responded by leaping to a big erection. Julie had a good grip, and the foam from his orgasm made his cockstalk all shiny and gooey.
Her hand slid easily.
"I'll give you a hand-job as a bonus, sir," she whispered, her tongue licking her upper Up, finding a gob of cum, slicking it back into her mouth, swallowing it, as her hand danced wildly on the teacher's spitting prick.
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, let's see if he'll pay both of us for pictures," Vicki said.
"Sure, let's do," Julie answered.
They walked to Mr. Benson's classroom. He had just finished a class.
"Well, hello, girls," he smiled.
"Hi, sir," Julie said. "We were wondering if you wanted to pay us to take some pictures?"
"Both of you?"
"Well, yes we thought..."
"Sure, I'd love to," the teacher interrupted.
He pulled out his wallet, checked his cash. "I can pay each of you fifty dollars. Will that be all right?"
They nodded.
He got his camera. Julie and Vicki stood in front of his desk. He took a picture of them. They smiled at the camera.
Then he suggested they pull their skirts up a little. Both girls reached down and lifted their hems, flagging their skirts out and up. Julie showed off a delicious pair of pink panties. Vicki had on a pair of yellow nylon panties that snuggled her cunt tightly.
The teacher shook as he took a picture.
"Yes, girls, like that," he said. "Now, sit down in the desks."
The girls sat in the front row. He had them slide down on the edge of the seats and spread their legs, a lewd pose, their faces glowed with anticipation, no smiles, just lust, passion on their lovely faces.
They sat obscenely, their saddle shoes on the floor, their legs apart, showing their panties to the teacher. He snapped pictures of each alone, then backed up and took both girls at once.
What a lovable, adorable, charming pair of schoolgirls! Vicki's black hair was pulled to one side, tied into an upside-down fishhook ponytail that cascaded out then down on her cheek. Julie had her hair in bangs across her forehead as usual, and a part in the middle and two ponytails bobbing from each side of her head.
They held their skirts up with their hands, their legs spread salaciously. Crotch shots. Julie's sweater ballooned with her big grapefruit-size tits. Vicki's budding tits strained like two scoops of ice cream underneath her.
Julie opened her mouth slightly. Vicki saw her and she did the same. Julie swiped her tongue over her lower lip, which was glistening red.
"Would you pull your panties down, girls?" the teacher panted.
The girls seemed to be happy to do tnis. They lifted their asses up off the seats and stripped their panties down around their knees. Julie's brown, sandy patch of pussy hair looked marvelous. Vicki's thick black cunt muff was like a garden of soft fur.
"Whew, jeez," the teacher breathed hotly.
Julie saw the lewd bulge in his slacks-that big twelve-inch cock of his. Vicki gasped at the sight of the erection bending like a banana in his pocket.
"Ah, girls," the man mumbled, shooting pictures of their scrumptious young pussies.
He asked them to stand up, hold their skirts high, and they did so, their little panties in tight rolls just above their knees. He shot pictures of them like this.
"Do stuff," he gasped.
"What, sir? What should we do?" Vicki asked.
"Something sexy."
Julie looked at Vicki. They had a puzzled look on their faces. Then Vicki reached down and rubbed her hand over her pussy. Julie did the same. The teacher flashed off a series of photos.
"Ah, yes, yes, girls, play with your sweet cunts. Faster faster!"
The girls looked good, diddling their pussies, sawing their wet fingers into their creamy cunt slits. They held their shirts with one hand, finger-fucking with the other hand.
Julie liked doing this. She became all excited about masturbating while the man took pictures. Her pussy itched and quivered with passion.
Mr. Benson was crazy with desire. He never dreamed two beautiful young students would ever stand in front of him holding up their skirts, their panties on their knees, playing with their sweet pussies. He frantically snapped pictures of the precious, incredible moment.
"Oh, yes, girls, play with your pussies like that, you look so divine," the teacher whimpered.
Vicki, her yellow hipster panties tight between her knees, her pleated gray skirt up, sawed her finger into her cunt. Julie did the same.
"Oh, girls," the man babbled. "I'm taking pictures of you ... and since you're my students, since I'm paying you, I'd like you to turn around, put one knee on the desk seat and bend over."
Both girls were eager to please. They turned. Julie put one knee up on the desk seat. Her other leg was straight. She bent over, splaying her exquisite ass for the teacher. It spread nicely, so round, chubby, so curvy.
Vicki did the same, her hips smaller, her ass smaller, but so round, and shaped for carnal lust.
The teacher snapped photos of them in this lewd, beautiful pose.
"iMmmmm, yes, yes," the teacher mumbled. "Oh, yes!"
His cock was about to spike through his slacks, he was so hot. He trembled, shuddered. His prick spat a shot of cum in his shorts.
He set the camera down and came over to the girls. "You're so lovely, my darlings. Just stay like that, pose like that."
They did, still bent over, their asses in the air, their panties a string of yellow and pink on their thighs above the knees.
Julie wiggled her ass slowly.
"Ah, you tart. Look at you, teasing me with your prize ass. You have a prize ass, Miss Fielding. A marvelous ass."
"Thank you, sir."
"And you, Vicki, you have a slick, lovely ass that makes my mouth water." She smiled and moved it slowly around and around, both girls now hot, both enjoying the teasing action they performed for the horny teacher.
He reached out and fanned his hands on their slick, baby-smooth asses. His cock leaped in his slacks. He backed off. He took his cock out, then dropped his pants and shorts, standing nude except for his blue Oxford shirt and tie. He fisted his spitting cock. He rubbed the tip all over Julie's ass.
"Ooooh, sir, that's so dirty!" she gasped.
Then he did the same thing to Vicki, trailing his hot, spurting prick over her ass cheeks. He then wobbled his cockhead at her ass-hole, letting the big bulb throb on her tight assbud.
"Oh, jeez! He's got his cock on my shitter, Julie," Vicki cried.
Julie looked over her shoulder. "I can see what he's doin'. "
"Take pictures of us, Julie," the man said.
Julie got off the desk, dropped her little skirt, pulled her panties back up, and got the camera. She focused in on the panting teacher, his big, foot-long prick throbbing against Vicki's little teen-queen ass. She shot a picture.
The teacher then knelt behind Vicki and stuck his tongue up her ass. The girl sobbed with joy, shaking all over.
Julie liked taking pictures like this. She chewed wildly on her bubble gum and snapped a whole bunch of photos of the man snaking his tongue up and down the crack of Vicki's ass, slobbering her assbud. She knew this was what the man wanted.
Then he got up. He asked Vicki to take the camera. He suggested Julie pull her skirt up again. He knelt in front of her, kissing her pink panties flush on the crotch. Julie blew a pink bubble. The man's cock wavered and wobbled from his crotch.
He got back up, after Vicki had taken photos of him sucking Julie's panties. Vicki went down on him to apply what she had learned about sucking cock from Mr. Hastings. She knelt before the man and blew a fat, big, pink bubble on the tip of his dripping prick.
"okay, okay, yeah, yeah ... oh, shit!" the man moaned.
She let the bubble burst, the gum sticking to the head of the man's prick. Then she chewed and licked the gum off and blew another bubble on his cockhead. This drove the teacher wild.
Vicki snapped pictures and alternately played with her pussy. Julie finally sucked the man's big foot-long cock into her mouth and made love to the head of the monster erection.
"You darling cocksucker," the teacher hissed hotly.
These beautiful words excited Julie. She sucked hungrily on his big prick, her cheeks sucked in, her lips puckered out.
Vicki snapped a picture of her head sliding up and down, Julie was hot. She knelt in front of the man in her school uniform, her head bobbing, her lips sucking, her ponytails on her cheeks, swinging cutely.
The man shot his wad. A huge gob of cream spilled into Julie's hot little mouth. She felt the splash inside her mouth, against her tongue, her throat, and she swallowed the tasty goo, gulping each spurt, choking a bit, but continuing her wild blow job.
Cream spilled from her mouth. Vicki took pictures. She finally put the camera down, stuck her finger in her pussy and masturbated to a climax as the man came in Julie's precious mouth.
Julie finally pulled off his panting, throbbing, spitting cock. Cum gooped from her lips. She looked up at the man's face. He was thrilled beyond words. He simply panted like a dog, his tongue out. Julie loved it.
She sat down in a desk. She hiked her skirt up, took her panties off, dangled them from one hand, stuck her other hand between her legs, slipped a finger in her cunt, fiddled herself.
Her legs were wide apart. She slid down on the edge of the seat. Her cunt was beautiful. Vicki was gasping from her climax. The teacher's cock was half-hard, dripping cum.
"Well, take some pictures of me," Julie said, "go on ... shoot off the camera while I fuck my pussy with my finger. Get some pictures of this so you can jack off to them, sir."
The man's cock snapped to attention. He grabbed the camera. He flashed off a picture, another, another. Julie came quickly, fabulously, humping her ass off the desk, heaving her sweaterful of tits upward.
The man took another picture. Vicki watched intently, then said, "God, you're fuckin' off, Julie!"
"Yeah, I'm fuckin' off, and he's takin' pictures of me doin' it."
The man's cock was so hard now it hurt him. He put the camera down and came over to Julie. He knelt between her legs, bent over and licked at her jerking hand, flicked his gaping tongue off her knuckles. Finally, he tore her hand away from her pussy and muffed his mouth full blast on her pussy softness.
He licked and wagged his tongue at her young cunt and sent the beautiful schoolgirl into a vibrating climax.
"I'm gonna feel real good," Julie moaned. "Oh, shit! Here it cums ... here cums that feeling ... oooooh, Jeeeez!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Julie swayed her excellent ass down the hallway at school, wondering why so many of the teachers wanted to take pictures of her-Mr. Benson, Mr. Kirk-and give her money and A's for doing it. She liked this and just the thought of their hungry looks made her tingle with desire.
She wondered if all schools were like this, so much fun, so many good teachers. She supposed they all had their good points.
Mark Hanover caught up with her. He was the quarterback on the football team, a senior, tall, very handsome with a blonde surfer cut.
"I wondered if I could see you after the game tomorrow night?" he asked.
Julie was thrilled that the good-looking boy was interested in her, and she readily agreed to the date.
He turned and left her at a hall intersection, and she continued on, then ran into Mr. Kirk.
The teacher stopped, looked up and down the hall, saw the way was clear.
"Why don't you stop in my classroom later this afternoon?" he asked.
She'd already been promised an A in his class. What did he want this time? More pictures?
"Did you want some more pictures, sir?" she asked.
"Maybe," he said.
"I'll meet you after class," she answered.
And after class he was waiting for her in his empty classroom. She walked in and closed the door, looking very desirable in her short gray skirt, blue knee socks, blue and white saddle shoes, and that dark-blue sweater so splendid-
'y full of her over-sized teenage tits. What a couple of tits the girl had! And the sweater pulled tightly, almost like a popsicle wrapper against her full tit-globes.
The teacher gawked, then smiled. "I'm glad you came."
"You wanted to pay me to take some pictures, sir?"
She was wondering too, if he wanted to buy her panties again, like the last time.
He pulled the Polaroid out of his desk.
"Yes, I'd like to take some photos, Julie."
He reached in his pocket and produced his wallet. He clipped out several twenty-dollar bills and handed them to Julie. She took her purse off her shoulder and stuffed the stack of bills inside. She was sure the man had given her over a hundred dollars.
She stood waiting. She had her hair fixed a bit differently that day. She had it parted in the middle as usual, but let it fall free-flow off the sides and to her shoulders. This enhanced her gorgeous face, her cheekbones, her pouty round lips, so cherry red.
"Take a seat," the teacher said.
"Would you like me to pull my skirt up and show you my panties, sir?" Julie asked demurely.
"Oh, yes, that would be fine."
Julie lifted the hem of the gray pleats and revealed a very, very tight pair of yellow hipster panties that pulled in at the crotch like they had been glued there. Her sweet, young pussy pushed them out in a delightful mound.
The teacher took a Polaroid.
"I love those yellow panties," he whimpered.
Julie slid her hand down and rubbed lightly over her panties, smoothing them. The teacher took a picture. He put the camera down and fell to his knees between her legs. His hands played on the insides of her thighs, then he mashed his face to the panties and licked the crotch.
"Mr. Kirk!" she exclaimed.
He licked and sucked her panties, then gulped, "May I have them?"
"My panties, sir? Do you want my panties again?"
"Yes, darling, I do."
"Well, I suppose it's okay," Julie said.
He got back up and took a picture of the soaking wet panties sticking to her pussy lips, so wet from his slobbering and snacking.
"Pull them down a little for me," he said.
She did, and showed him her pussy. He took a picture. She stood up, bent over, hiked her skirt up over her hips, held it high and let him see her pantied ass.
"Wanna picture like this?" she asked.
He flashed several, panting, his monster cock hard as a bat handle. The big erection bent against his slacks lewdly.
"Oh my dear, you have the most marvelous ass I've ever seen!" Mr. Kirk cried.
Oh, and indeed she did. So round, so curved, so beautiful, gloved by her yellow panties, and the man drooled. He came to her, knelt down and began removing her panties, tugging them down slowly. He took them off, kissed them all over, and then stuck them in his back pocket.
Julie turned around and the man ducked in on her soft pussy, licking, tonguing.
Just then, the door opened. It was Mr. Hastings.
"I wanted to talk..."
He pulled up quickly, saw the scene there at before him, saw Mr. Kirk sucking Julie's cunt. He got excited. Mr. Kirk didn't stop. He kept at the wild tongue-fuck. Mr. Hastings unzipped his fly, walked over to them. He stood at the side of Julie, took her hand and placed it on his eight-inch prick.
"Oh, sir, sirs, sirs!" she moaned, grasping the hard cock and squeezing hard.
Mr. Kirk backed away from her pussy. He stood up and stripped out of his clothes until he was nude. Mr. Hastings took the cue and he did the same.
Both men stood nude in front of the sweet schoolgirl. She gazed at their hard male bodies, their big pricks thumping, wobbling. Mr. Kirk's was so huge. She reached out and grasped both cocks and got a grip on their prickstalks. She squeezed down, held the men where they lived.
Mr. Hastings reached out and lifted her sweater. He took it off to reveal her bursting yellow bra. Her tits cleaved deliciously. He reached into her bra, brought the big teen tit-melons out and set them up over the top of her bra.
Each man grabbed a tit in utter amazement at the huge roundness. They fondled, bent over and sucked.
Julie slicked her hand on their hot, hard cocks. Then Mr. Hastings reached out and stuck his hand between her legs. He fingered her pussy.
Mr. Kirk reached behind her and stuck a finger up her chubbette ass. All these fingers, this hot action had the three of them gulping for breath, shaking, trembling.
Julie felt the cocks spit and squirt. A big goop of cum caught her on the forearm. It was Mr. Kirk's big horsecock.
"Okay, let's fuck it up a little," Mr. Hastings offered.
Julie was lost in a swoon of desire. She didn't know what happened, but she suddenly found herself stripped of her skirt, her bra and panties, her sweater, kneeling on her hands and knees in just her knee socks and blue and white saddle shoes.
She was straddled over the top of Mr. Kirk. His foot-long, prick slapping back and forth against her thighs. Mr. Hastings was behind her, rubbing the slick, wet, juicing head of his prick all over her wondrous ass.
Mr. Hastings fisted his cock and shoved the top of the throbbing hand into her young pussy. Mr. Hastings aimed at her ass-hole, started jacking himself off as he banged the head of his thick prick at her tight assbud.
Mr. Kirk humped off the floor and drilled his prick up, deeper and deeper into the girl's pussy.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
"Good, isn't it?" Mr. Kirk breathed hotly.
"Oh, sir ... good, so good, so good with pricks all over me."
"How old are you, darling?"
"Old enough to know better."
"Ah, such a sweet, beautiful young thing," he panted.
"Not too young to fuck," she huffed.
"Aw, shit, shit, shit, shit," the teacher babbled, shoving, humping, pumping his prick in and out of her juicy cunt.
Mr. Hastings fucked his hand on his prick, in and out, in and out. His cockhead squirted and mashed and smashed against Julie's ass-hole.
She was floating on a carpet of pleasure. She had never experienced anything like this. Two men at once. Such a big stick of a cock slicking in and out of her cunt, and such a big fat prick slamming her ass-hole.
"Oh, my God!" she puffed. "Oh, teachers, teachers ... my teachers!"
Mr. Kirk kicked his load. A hot spray of squishy cream cascaded into her sucking pussy. Mr. Hastings pumped his prick at her ass-hole.
Julie felt the bubbling cream deluge her pussy. She began bucking and corkscrewing her ass around, in and out, up and down on his big prick, taking about nine inches of the twelve.
"Oh, shit, shit, shit!" Mr. Kirk cried.
Mr. Hastings blasted her ass-hole. He shot a raining splatter of gooey goodness up her tight ass.
Julie, in her knee socks, her wild, wonderful ass swaying, her hair bobbing on her back, her beautiful young face impassioned with creases of pleasure, shook all over.
She came with them. "Fuck me off, fuck me now! she hollered. "Yah, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Julie sat on her bed in her room in a pair of white cotton panties and white bra. She counted the money she'd been earning at high school. She had over five hundred dollars that men had paid her just to take pictures of her.
She screwed the top of the jar back on and slipped her growing treasure under her bed. She was delighted to be making money, and soon she might have enough to get out of her dumpy home town and go to Los Angeles.
She was more than ever convinced that she might have something Hollywood would want.
She was coming into the school through the side door. She walked down the hall and passed the locker room. The coach came out. He was a young man, had a fabulous body, and he looked handsome enough to be in the movies. He had on jogging sweatpants and sweatshirt.
"Hi, Julie," he said.
"Hi, Coach Miller."
"You sure do help the team," the coach said.
"That's good," Julie answered.
The coach took in her fabulous beauty, the way she filled out the cheerleading uniform, and he was overwhelmed.
"Why don't you come in the locker room for a minute, and let's talk?" the coach suggested.
"Sir?"
"Just come on in, okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he said, and took her hand. He led her into the musty, wintergreen smell of the locker room.
Julie had never been in the boy's locker room before. It excited her, the smell, all the football equipment. There were benches in front of the lockers. The floor was cement and had been painted blue, then polished.
Coach sat her down on a bench. He stood in front of her, admiring her short white skirt, the tight red sweater, the whole effect of her uniform.
"I've been watching you at the games, Julie. You're very good."
"Thank you, Coach."
"Yes, you really are ... and very sexy too, I might add."
She couldn't help but blush. "Really, sir?"
"Oh, yes, very sexy. You're quite a turn-on. You know that you're quite beautiful, a lovely young lady?"
"Well, that's nice to hear, thanks, sir."
She saw the rising bulge in his sweatpants. His cock rocked forward, pushing out the gray material, up, up. The big erection bent into the slacks and looked as if the man had an arm in there.
Now his cock was on a full-blast hard-on. The man stood before her. Julie sat on the bench, demure, adorable, her hair parted in the middle, straight bangs across her forehead, the brown locks slicked back against the top of her head, then pulled into a floppy ponytail which was tied with a white ribbon.
The coach bent over and kissed her. His lips were soft, warm. His tongue swept out and licked her lip gloss, tasting the cherry flavor. He shoved his tongue in her mouth. His hands came down and cupped her huge teenage tits, and he squeezed them gently, fondly. Julie felt a stab of excitement.
He stood up, stepped back, and untied the string holding his sweats. They tumbled around his ankles. His cock snapped up straight and slapped his belly, then wobbled menacingly.
"Oh, my goodness, sir!" Julie cried.
Every prick she was seeing seemed to get larger, bigger, longer. The coach's cock was incredible. Beautiful. Handsome. Threatening.
"Big, huh?" he smiled.
"Oh, Coach. It's absolutely huge!"
"A full fifteen inches."
"Oh!" she gasped.
His prick stuck out from between his legs like a plank, flat on top, then rounded, his cockhead as big as a lemon.
Julie couldn't take her eyes off the mammoth cock. The coach moved closer to her. His cock wobbled near her pretty face.
She reached up and grasped the thumping stalk with both hands, pulled down on it, then let go. The huge prick flew upward and smacked the man's belly again.
"Ooooh," she whispered.
She grasped his cockstalk again, held a firm grip on the throbbing hard-on, then moved her hands in and out, pulling on the marble-slick skin. His cockhead bulged red, shiny, and she felt the pulsing beat of his passion.
She kissed the tip of his prick, leaving her cherry-red lips gloss on the big head. The man was in a swoon of desire.
He removed her hands and grabbed his cock and began pumping, beating, chopping on his prickstalk with both hands, slapping the big head against Julie's gaping mouth, her soft red lips.
He jacked off at her mouth. Julie trembled all over with a new thrill, watching the man masturbate, feeling his big cock slap her mouth, then her cheek. He had one hand on his cock-stalk, waving the giant fuckrod at the girl, banging his big squirting prickhead at her face.
"Oh, Julie," he gulped.
He trailed the head of his prick all over her cheek, guiding the tip. He dragged it across her forehead, leaving a slick stream of cum.
Then he flopped it at her bangs, started fucking her forehead, her bangs, the big cock slipping up against her forehead, then wiggling to the top of her head.
"Sir, you're masturbating on my face," Julie whimpered.
She sat prettily and let the coach whack his cock back and forth against her cheeks. Then he stopped stroking the big prick for a moment.
"Pull your sweater up," he said.
She did. She had on a white bra and instinctively she reached around behind her and unsnapped it. Her big round tits swung free. The coach humped down, spread his legs, set his feet part, aimed his cock at her lovely tits and began jacking on them.
"Oh, sir, that prick is really big," Julie whispered.
"I'm gonna fuck your big tits with it," the coach huffed.
And he did. He slid his hot cockhead between her tits. Julie squeezed them together and he started humping.
He got a stroke going. Soon his cock was slapping on top of her soft cleavage. His cockhead, squirting, slid upward, and Julie was able to flick her tongue out and spit-shine the throbbing tip.
"Oh, you divine darling!" the coach sighed.
Big goops of cream spurted from his swelling cockhead. Julie licked at the tasty cream. Her cherry lips were covered with white jizz. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, gaping her lips apart, and getting them sealed over the top.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he gulped. "Suck my big prick for me."
Julie's head wiggled and bobbed, her tongue swashed around and around the tip of his prick. Her pussy itched and she was creaming her red bloomers. She wanted to fuck, but she knew she could never handle this big prick.
"Ah, honey," the coach moaned, then came, letting loose a tubful of bubbling, hot, thick cream that spilled into the girl's mouth, squished down her chin, fell on her red cheerleading sweater. She held the big spike with both hands and lapped up his hot cum.
Filling the young girl's mouth with his cum thrilled the coach. He shook uncontrollably, his body wracked with the spill and feel of his climax. Julie sucked him like a pro until he finally stumbled backwards.
Julie relaxed on the bench, but the coach was suddenly on his hands and knees between her legs, lifting her white skirt up over the red tights. He thumbed the bloomers and pulled them down, took them off. He fastened his face to her cunt.
"Ah, whooo!" Julie blurted.
His tongue snaked up and down her cunt slit. Julie sat with her legs wide apart, her tits dripping with cum, her face dripping with the thick fuck-juice.
Coach wagged his tongue at her pussy, sucked the soft goodness into his mouth, munched, found her clit and wiggled his tongue wildly at it.
"Oh, ah, uh, uh, whewwww!" Julie cried.
"Oh, sir, sir!"
He wouldn't stop. She felt her climax rolling over her. She tightened, stiffened, let the flood of pleasure wash over her body as the coach sucked her cunt like no one ever had before.
The coach pulled her off the bench. He slid her to the cement floor. He continued his lust, his erotic slurping at her pussy.
Julie came again, squirming, wiggling beneath the man, who was on his hands and knees, his face pressed to her quivering cunt.
She rattled and rippled through the orgasm, lost in the heat of passion, drowning in the sweetness of the beautiful feeling.
CHAPTER NINE
"The boys will be coming to dress for the game," the coach said, wiping the pussy juice from his mouth, standing over the beautiful cheerleader, who lay splayed out on the floor of the locker room.
"God, you're so beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled up at him, lying there in the glow of her flushing climax, her pussy dripping, her body relaxed from the divine cum.
The coach's cock began rising again, lifting slowly to an erection as she watched, as he stood over her, looking down at her.
Laughter and yelling came from the hall.
"Here the boys are," the coach said, "quick, go in my office."
Julie jumped up, got her tights from the floor and went into his office. She closed the door.
She heard the boys joking and laughing as they dressed for the football game. She bent over and peered through the keyhole.
"Oooooh," she whimpered.
She saw all the boys nude, slipping out of shorts, slipping into jock straps. She was surprised by Sonny Madison. He was only young, but he had a cock hanging between his legs that looked like a big length of bologna.
All the boys finally filed out, except Gary Wall. He sat on the bench in front of his locker, looking handsome. He had on only a jock strap and his shoulder pads.
Julie was all hot from watching the boys. She opened the door and walked out.
"Julie!" he cried.
"Hi, Gary," she said, and walked over and sat down beside the lad.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Looking for you," she whispered.
She reached over and rubbed her hand over his bulging jock strap. She reached inside and took out his prick. It was a good hard six inches. She grasped the cockstalk and liked the feel of its hardness, the hotness.
"Oh, Julie!" the boy panted.
She lay back on the bench, threw up her skirt and quickly pulled her pants down. She spread her legs over the sides of the bench, her feet on the floor.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
The boy lowered himself over her. His jock strap was pulled down on his thighs. He jammed his cock at her cunt. It slipped in easily.
He banged up and down on her. She fucked up to him, and he rocked and bucked down on her. They were lost in the ecstasy of a teenage fuck.
He came quickly. His cock burned inside her. His load fizzed into her pussy. He humped harder and hotter, he moaned and groaned. Julie came with him.
"Yeah, yeah, shoot your stuff in me!" she cried.
He did. He gave her a month's load of cream. She couldn't hold it all and it seeped from her pussy to the locker-room floor.
She bucked her hips wildly off the wooden bench, fucking that hard teen cock that kept spurting hot splats of jizz into her cunt.
He finally stopped pounding on top of her, rolled off and fell to the floor. He sat there, panting, trying to catch his breath. His cock had not wilted.
Julie sat up on the bench, then got down on her knees beside the handsome young football player. She straddled him, sat on top of his prick and juiced it back into her pussy.
She started rolling her dream ass on his hot hard-on. She was hot. She needed cock. She needed to fuck. And the boy had never been so delighted, so thrilled, so lost in passion.
She hammered him, her tits flopping. He reached up, grabbed them, squeezed, and shot off another load into her sopping pussy.
Julie bucked up and down, her ass making smacking sounds on his thighs as she took his spurting cock in a slick slip and slide. m
"Oh, Julie!" the boy shouted. "I'm shootin' again!"
"Shoot it all. I want all your stuff in me, Gary, let it fizz!"
Still his cock didn't go down. She was amazed. It stayed hard and hot in her soaking pussy. She liked the way he kept it big and stiff.
She began a slow wind of her ass again, that beautiful ass, corkscrewing around and around, fucking down on his hot young prick.
They were a picture of pure teen pleasure, the football player and the cheerleader fucking on the floor of the locker room. Would he be able to cum three times? Julie wondered.
She was on her hands and knees over him, rotating her ass on his cock. She leaned down and kissed him flush on the mouth. He tasted the coach's cum, but didn't know it.
She stuck her tongue in his young mouth and felt his cock surge, bloat and spit another load into her dripping cunt.
"Goddamn!" she cried. "You're goin' off in me again, you're squirting juice in me!"
"Oh, Julie!" the boy gasped, and humped his ass off the cement floor. She worked her ass faster, faster, humped and pumped and found a suck groove that made a tingle rip through her.
Their cock and cunt made a sweet slurping sound as they fucked. He oozed his load up into her cunt, which was full of goo now, goops of cream trickling down her thighs in long, thick streams.
The young boy couldn't believe he'd fucked the beautiful cheerleader. He lay under her, weak, panting, and Julie knew there would be no way he'd play football that night.
CHAPTER TEN
Julie was strolling down through the lower level of the school on a noon break, on her way to the cafeteria. She saw Mr. Hastings coming toward her.
His eyes fucked her sweet body. She wore her hair in a bobbing ponytail, her school uniform filled out with her big tits, swell hips, beautiful legs encased in the blue knee socks. Her tiny pleated gray skirt swirled on her luscious thighs.
Mr. Hastings stopped. He took her hand.
"In here," he whispered, and pulled her into the men's room.
He led her to a toilet stall and locked the door.
"Sir, in here?" she whispered.
"Yes, it's safe while everyone is at the cafeteria. I had to see you. Pull up your skirt. I wanna see your ass."
Julie turned around, her back to the teacher, and lifted the little skirt to give him a full view of her pink panties that fitted her dream ass like a glove.
"Oh, God!" the man whimpered. "What a fabulous ass. You should definitely win an award."
His hands fumbled with her panties. "Can I have your panties, Julie?"
"Are you gonna pay me for them, sir?"
"Yes, yes, absolutely!"
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and gave it to Julie. She stuffed it in her purse and hung her purse on the stall hook.
Mr. Hastings dropped to his knees. He pushed the girl toward the toilet, so she stood with her legs straddling the black, shiny seat. She put her hands on the wall and bent over, a lewd pose that thrilled and delighted Mr. Hastings.
He tugged her panties down, took them off, fondled the pink nylon, kissed the crotch, then let his hands roam the smooth curve of her goddess ass. His fingers touched and tingled around the slopes of each china smooth ass-cheek.
Then he pressed his nose and foul mouth to her ass-crack. He slid his tongue in a wagging, slapping stroke up and down, up and down the furry crevice.
"Sir, sir, you're lickin' my ass again, aren't you?" Julie whispered.
"Mmmmm, mmmm," the man mumbled, whirling and twirling his tongue in a spitty slide all along her ass-crack.
"Oh, sir, that's good, so good!" she cried.
Then he rimmed her assbud in wild flicks and flitters of his gaping tongue.
"My shitter, my shitter!" she cried.
"I'd eat ten miles of your shit just to get to where it came from, Julie," the teacher panted obscenely.
"Oh, so naughty, so dirty, sir! That's dirty
... eat my shit ... would you really."
"Damn right!"
He took his big eight-inch prick out and began jacking off as he licked all over her ass, bit lightly, kissed, slobbered, making love to her ass.
"Fuck my ass with your tongue, sir!" the girl begged, "just fuck me right ... oooooh ... yeah, right there!"
He held her pink panties in one hand, his cock in the other, while his tongue dunked in and out of the delicate plum of her ass.
"Eat my shit!" Julie huffed. "Just eat shit, sir!"
Her words sent shivers through the teacher and he jumped up, pointed his hard cock at her ass, slid it between her chubby ass-cheeks, slammed his cockhead at her ass bud and pushed.
"Whoof!" Julie cried. "Not with your cock, sir!"
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your ass with my cock."
"Oh, no, sir, not with that big cock. Ooooh, it's up my ass!"
Julie rotated her ass in beautiful circles, stood over the toilet seat, her gray skirt layered up on her back, her marvelous ass exposed to his fucking.
"I love your ass, I love your panties," he sighed.
"I know you do, sir," she whispered.
Then he let her have his load up her hot ass-hole. A constant stream of cream jetted into her ass.
The hot shot thrilled her. She slid her hand between her legs and diddled her pussy.
"I'm gonna be walkin' around all day without panties, because you always take them," she babbled.
"Yeah, I got 'em," he panted, filling her with more cream.
"You're gonna play with them, huh?"
"Damn right, Julie."
"Oh, sir, I love this, I love you fucking my pretty ass in this toilet. I love it so much."
She climaxed. Her body was shaken to the core with the beautiful singe of pleasure.
"You can buy my panties again sometime, sir!" she blurted.
"Oh, yes, and I will. I will, my divine dear," the teacher panted, withdrawing his spitting cock.
He spun the girl around, sat her down on the shiny toilet seat. Her skirt lay up around her waist. Her tits looked like two sweet, ripe suckettes pushing against her sweater. He knelt between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and before she had even finished her climax, his tongue was on her pussy.
He slipped her panties in his coat pocket, knelt on his hands and knees on the toilet floor and licked wildly at her cunt.
Julie slid to the edge of the toilet. Her ass spread beautifully on the seat. The teacher went for her cunt like a hungry bear lapping honey. His big, long tongue slapped, slobbered, slicked, spit, simmered, sloshed, splashed her pussy slit in a splendid flutter.
"Oh, jeez, sir!" Julie exclaimed. "You're really lickin' on my pussy, aren't you?"
"Mmmmm, mm mm!"
He slid his hands under her ass, lifted it off the toilet seat, muffed his face against her furry crotch, then licked, sucked, and chewed in a superb gobble, as though he were licking the bowl of a freshly lifted honey cake.
"You like having my school skirt up over my pussy, don't you?" Julie wailed. "You like eating my pussy, you like feeling my ass!"
"Mmmmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," came the hot panting answer.
"You're gonna check out my panties later, too, I'll bet. Jack off in 'em."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he muttered.
Julie's pussy tickled, quivered, quavered for cock. The teacher knew her passions were boiling. He sat her ass back down on the toilet; she was all splayed out. He rose, fisted his cock, and jammed the big hard-on into her cunt.
He started humping, rocking on his knees, back and forth, in and out. His cock cut and sliced into her pussy with slow, sure strokes.
Julie looked down and watched the way his tiger prick pushed and pulled, the way her pussy lips sucked around his throbbing fucker.
She moved her hips a little, encouraging her teacher, hipping and humping up to his hard prick. He went faster. Started jabbing his cock at her.
Julie began fucking her ass off the toilet and caught the rhythm of his stroke. The smell of the men's room, the toilet, the cock in her pussy, the pleasure-look on her teacher's face as he peered into her eyes, all sent Julie into a paroxysm of passion that seethed and tingled her to the quick.
"I'm cummin', sir!" she gasped.
He fucked her faster, harder. Slam, bang, wham, in her cunt.
Julie tingled all over. The surge of slick climax slithered through her.
"Baby, baby, baby," the man gulped, and his sliding cock fluttered inside her and dished out a hot load of suds, thick bubbling goo. Julie felt the juice squirt into her like a slurpy milkshake.
"Aw, shit, sir!" she cried. "Aw, shit, fuck me!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The bell rang and a new day began at Marlboro High School. Julie walked with Vicki to class. They agreed to meet for noon lunch.
Julie went to her photojournalism class with Mr. Benson, and she remembered how he had paid her a hundred dollars to pose for some pictures in her cheerleading uniform.
Her savings stash in her bedroom was piling up, her dream of escaping to Hollywood becoming clearer and more tangible.
After class, Mr. Benson caught her glance. He motioned for Julie to stay. She waited as the class filed out. When they were alone, the teacher closed the door and locked it.
"I wanted you to model for me," he whispered.
"Oh, really," Julie said.
"Yes, here, I'll pay you again." He pulled out his wallet, producing several twenty-dollar bills and handing them to Julie.
She took the money and carefully placed it in her purse. "Sure, I'll model, sir."
"I have some things I'd like you to model," he said, opening his desk drawer and pulling out a package.
He opened it and gave the contents to the young student: A torso-hugging merrywidow by Berlei with lace-embellished strapless bra cups and scalloped lace down the middle. It had adjustable garters, two in the front, two in the back. It was in white nylon-spandex. There was a pair of skimpy, bikini, nylon panties, dark nylons, and a pair of black, shining high-heels. The panties were white.
"I'd like you to put all this on and pose for me," the teacher said.
Julie was surprised and a bit apprehensive. "Change clothes, change into this?"
"Yes."
She said, "If you'll turn your back while I change."
He did. She slipped out of her school uniform and fumbled around with the merrywidow. Having never worn one, she had trouble with the snaps, but finally she got it on, got it in place and it pulled tightly, flattering her juicy young curves. She slipped into the panties which hugged her hips beautifully and bulged at her crotch with her sweet, fluffy pussy. She hooked the white garter straps into the nylons so the straps stretched tightly, cut into the smooth softness of her ass. Then she slipped on the high heels.
She was gorgeous. Sexy. Stunning. Fabulous. Her double ponytails, her hair parted in the middle, her bangs, her big tits pushing out the bra cups of the merrrywidow, her pussy visible through the white panties. She was like a splendid, juicy piece of birthday cake.
"You can turn around now, sir," she said.
He gasped in utter amazement when he turned, gaping at her tantalizing teenage beauty encased in the outfit of a real woman, and indeed, she had all that a real woman could possibly have-more-for her body, sleek in the shiny, white merrywidow bulged with her lush curves, her big tits bulged the bra cups, her pussy mound pushed against her tight panties, her legs enhanced by the sheer nylons.
"Jesus Christ!" Mr. Benson cried.
His hands trembled as he focused the camera on her lewd beauty. Her cherry lips were wet, moist, her cheeks painted with a brushed red, her hair lovely in the two ponytails. Oh, she was a teenage queen-there was no doubt about that!
He flashed a picture of her as she stood, hands on her hips, pussy pushed forward. His mouth watered. Pangs of passion racked his body.
"Spread your legs, stand with them apart, push your hips out a little bit more," the teacher instructed.
Julie did as he asked and he took another picture of her. He never had been this excited before ... never. He loved this young girl. He loved her beauty, her sexiness, her sweet charms.
"Lean against the desk and take your panties down around your thighs," he commanded.
Julie reached down and cupped her tits and pulled them out of her bra, set them over the top of the merrywidow and turned around. The teacher wheezed and took pictures of her pussy and tits, her body encased in the sexy lingerie.
"Get down on the floor," the man said.
Julie got down on her hands and knees, and the teacher took a photo of her like that, her ass so inviting, up, posed, round, a goddess delight.
He put the camera down, fell to his hands and knees behind her, started raining kisses all over the smooth softness of her ass cheeks.
"Oh, sir!" she gasped.
His tongue waddled up and down the crack of her ass. Julie loved it, she loved all the men that licked her ass like this.
"Kiss my ass, sir!" she cooed. "You just go on and kiss my ass!"
"Mmmmm, mmmm, mmm," the man mumbled, his tongue a spicy sliver, a quivering dart that diddled up and down her sugar-sweet ass.
She did this, slowly peeling her white panties down to a roll at the tops of her nylons, showing off her brown patch of cunt hair. She smiled obscenely, her tongue lolling on her lower lip, flitting to the corner of her mouth, and the teacher took another picture.
"My God, you're incredible," he panted.
"Thank you, sir," Julie said, liking the bulge in his slacks, liking his admiration, the flash of the camera, the feeling of turning on the older man.
"Turn around and bend over," he said.
She did and showed him her curvy ass. Her pure, plum butt.
"Oh, shit!" the teacher cried, shooting a picture of teen-ass charms.
"Men like my ass," Julie said, turning her head and looking back over her shoulder, a pouty look on her face.
"Of course they do. It's a work of art," the teacher said, "and I'm taking a picture of it so I'll never forget how lovely it is."
"Will you jack off to that picture, Mr.
Benson, will you look at my ass and play with your prick?"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," he gulped, and flashed off two more pictures, as Julie rotated her ass salaciously.
The man stuck his tongue against her ass-hole, and Julie loved the feeling ... she rotated her ass in sweet circles. He licked and slicked his tongue at her assbud.
Then he backed off, frantically stripped off all his clothes and took his huge, hot, hard prick in his hand. He rubbed the tip of his cock all over Julie's ass, leaving a trail of sticky cream, drawing circle eights on her corkscrewing ass cheeks.
Then he plugged it between her thighs. Julie felt the friction as his big cock rubbed up against her cunt. She reached down and grabbed his cockhead, felt along his cockstalk, guided the trembling erection into her juicy-wet, hot, steaming pussy.
"Uh, oh, phew!" she gasped.
"I'm in there," he said.
"You bet you are," she said.
"Oh, honey!" he panted, and began humping, his hands holding onto her hips, then sliding up under her to cup her big tits as he humped over behind her like a dog.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he said. "Such a beautiful word, say it for me, Julie."
"Fuck," she whispered softly, hotly.
"Again," he panted.
"Fuck," she whispered, drawling the word out lewdly, "fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
"Oh, God!" the man yelped, and humped hard, fast behind her.
Julie felt his big, thick, prick pull, push, hammer in and out of her aching, hungry pussy. His balls swung low. His hands cupped and fondled her tits. His cock banged faster.
The teacher and the student on the floor of the classroom. Could there be anything more beautiful? Could there be anything more exciting, more lovely?
"This is the best thing that's ever happened to me," Mr. Benson yipped.
"Are you gonna want my panties?" Julie panted.
She rotated her ass like a pro, fucking and bucking back at his humping hot hard-on. "You gonna take my panties off and jack off in 'em some night?"
"Oh, yes, God yes!" the man moaned, his breath catching in his throat.
"Fuck ... f-u-c-k!" Julie whispered.
He came. His cock heaved a heavy load into Julie's sucking cunt.
Julie loved the splash and sprinkle of her teacher's load as it squirted into her cunt. She came with him in a blinding flash of passion and desire, her body vibrating with a slurping satisfaction she loved so much, her whole being convulsing in sweet ecstasy.
"I love this feeling!" she shouted. "I love this feeling so much, sir!"
"Feel it, Julie, feel it!"
"Oh, sir! Feels so ... so ... wonderful! I don't want this feeling to ever stop. Fuck ... f-u-c-k!" she cried.
He collapsed on top of her, lay there on the young girl, panting, puffing, huffing. Her body tightened in the afterglow of their exquisite orgasm.
He kissed her tenderly, savoring the sweetness of her juice-lips. He rolled off her. He got up, grabbed the camera. He wanted some shots of her lying on the floor, freshly fucked, looking radiant in her merrywidow, her tits out over her bra, the garters, the nylons, the heels.
"I want some more pictures," he gulped.
"Are you gonna pay me, sir?" Julie whispered.
"Uh, well ... sure," he said, "before you leave."
He took a picture of her on her back on the floor, her cunt squishy and wet, her legs spread lewdly.
She smiled up at him sexily, her tongue on her lower lip. He shot another picture. She got up on her hands and knees. The teacher gasped, took a shot of her marvelous, high school ass, so round, so smooth, so juicy.
Julie looked back over her shoulder at him, and he took another picture. The girl on her hands and knees, in the lingerie, looking fabulous, made the man's heart race and thump.
She stood up. His cock was hard again. He took a photo of her standing, hands on her hips, then put the camera down.
"Come over here," he said.
Julie walked over. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to sit on his prick. She spread her legs and slid in over him, straddled him, her legs over his, her high heels on the floor. His cock snapped at her belly.
"I wanna fuck you, Julie," he whispered, fisted his cock and punched his cockhead at her cunt.
She raised up and came down on his cockshaft, took half of the big erection in her pussy and began bucking in and out, standing, straddling over him.
"Ah, whoo!" he panted.
He grabbed her big tits. The feel of the beautiful orbs in his hands made his cock harder. He spiked up off the desk and pushed more of his big fuckrod into her cunt.
She screwed her ass round and round, hooked her hands behind his neck. She fucked in and out. Her ponytail swished on her back. Her mouth gaped open. Her eyes were glassy.
The teacher was hot as a flamethrower. He spiked harder, higher, pushed his prick in farther.
Julie moaned. She continued screwing her ass, bucking and humping him. The teacher was in a pool of pleasure. He fondled her tits for another minute, then brought his hands down around her and cupped her ass as she fucked it in and out.
"We're fuckin' good," he whispered.
"Oh, yes, sir ... we're fuckin' real good," Julie puffed.
"I love you!" he blurted.
This surprised Julie, and so did the huge load of cum, the hot splash of cream that spurted suddenly into her cunt. She worked harder and faster fucking him now, and she herself caught the edge of pleasure.
She fucked faster and more lewdly, screwing her cute ass around and around, taking all the cock she possibly could as she came, as she felt the steaming splatter of his spurting prick in her pussy.
"I love you, too," Julie murmured, tossing her head back, her mouth open, bucking on top of him as though she were riding a wild bronco.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Julie met Vicki for lunch. She was back in her school uniform after fucking Mr. Benson and lying on the floor on her back, her pussy dripping with cum as he took some more photos of her.
"And he paid you again?" Vicki said.
"Yeah, don't you love it?"
"Yes, but they love your ass and tits. I don't have the tits you have, so they wanna pay you all the time."
"You know he'll pay you, he did that one other time, but I'll tell you who you oughta see."
"Who?"
"The coach."
"Yes, he's so cute ... what about him."
"Well," Julie said. "He's got the biggest prick you could ever imagine."
"No kiddin'. "
"Oh, it's unbelievable."
"You saw it?"
"Yeah, he took me in the locker room."
"Oooooh, that's so lewd," Vicki said. "God, it was great," Julie whispered. "But that cock is so huge. You gotta see it."
"How?"
"Should we go visit him?"
"Maybe after cheerleading practice tomorrow, after he finishes practice."
"Sure, that sounds good. We'll turn him on, and see what happens."
"Sounds exciting," Vicky smiled.
The girls walked cheerfully along the hall, looking juicy-sexy in their blue, tight sweaters, blue knee socks, blue and white saddle shoes, their swirling short, so short schoolgirl skirts with the adorable pleats.
Mr. Kirk turned the corner and headed toward them.
"Hello, girls," he said.
"Hi," they said.
"We're you headed to my class."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm letting class out early today, so why don't both of you come and visit me in my office afterwards on the third floor?"
"Okay," Julie said.
They looked at each other, puzzled, but both could see the gleam in the teacher's eyes and could imagine what he had on his mind.
After class was dismissed, both girls went to the girl's room. Julie tied her long brown hair in a sleek ponytail with a white piece of yarn. Vicki had her hair done in bangs and combed back, held by a barrette, then flopping on her shoulders.
Julie applied a thick, pink lip-gloss. She touched up her cheeks with a hot pink blush, painted her nails pink, applied some perfume, and looked herself over in the mirror. She was y pretty, she had to admit it.
Vicki put on thick red lipstick, red rouge on her cheeks, painted her nails blood-red, then checked herself out on the reflection of the mirror. She too, looked deliciously beautiful.
They hurried to Mr. Kirk's office. They knocked and the teacher let them in.
"Hello, girls," he said, then locked his door.
They stood holding their books. He sat down in his swivel chair behind the desk.
"Come around here," he said.
They walked around the desk and stood facing him. "Perhaps we could take a couple of pictures, girls. How about that?"
Julie was quick to ask: "Are you gonna pay us, sir?"
"Why of course, certainly."
He fumbled into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He fished inside and flipped out a bunch of twenty-dollar bills. He counted out two for Julie and two for Vicki.
"You'd have to pay us more if you wanna buy our panties, sir," Julie whispered.
"How much?" he gulped.
"Oh, I don't know. How much, Vicki? How much should he pay us for our panties?" Julie asked her classmate.
"Uh, well ... another twenty dollars, I guess."
"Yes, another twenty, sir."
The man was rapid in peeling out two more twenties. They each took the sixty dollars and put the bills in their cute purses.
"I hope we can work out some financial arrangement like this on a regular basis, ladies," the teacher commented, leaning back in his chair, his eyes fuck-gazing their luscious, ripe bodies.
He then leaned forward and opened a drawer of his desk and took out a Polaroid. He focused on them and took a picture of them.
"Now, hike up your skirts for me, girls," he said.
They both raised their little gray skirts. He gulped as Julie revealed a thin, delighteful pair of ice-blue panties. Vicki pulled her skirt over a pair of nylon, pussy-packed, pink panties.
"Ah, yes," the teacher murmured.
He flashed off pictures of each girl.
"Why don't you girls play with each other's pussy for me?"
Julie thought about asking for more money, but said, "I don't think we should do that, sir."
"Just touch each other."
"Well, I don't know." Julie looked at Vicki.
Vicki shrugged and stuck out her hand, rubbed her fingers on Julie's pussy. Julie reached to her and slipped her hand on the crotch of her pink panties.
"Oh, yes, touch each other's cunt," Mr. Kirk panted, and excitedly flashed off a series of pictures featuring the two lovely girls holding up their skirts with one hand, while the other hand played at each other's pussy.
The girls stood posed for their teacher. Julie saw his big cock sticking up in his slacks, long, hard, like a thin pipe. Vicki saw his erection too. Both girls kept their hands between their legs, and both adorable students were becoming hot and turned-on.
Mr. Kirk reloaded a new film pack into the camera, then said, "Now, would you take your sweaters off?"
The girls followed instruction. Julie pulled her tight, dark-blue sweater up over her bulging blue bra, the cleavage of her big teen tits deep, lovely, as her tits were pushed together and looked as though they might pop out at any moment.
Vicki's little tits were firmly encased in a shiny pink bra, and the teacher could see her nipples pushing against the soft-satin material.
Mr. Kirk took pictures of them, then asked if they'd take off their pleated gray skirts. The girls unhooked the buttons at the sides and their skirts fell to the floor. They stood lovely, in their panties and bras, knee socks, and saddle shoes.
The camera flashed, recording the beautiful images of Julie and Vicki in panties and bra, their pussy-filled panties looking enticing, inviting, delicious.
"Now, I'll take your panties, girls," he said.
Julie and Vicki slipped out of their panties, then held them out to their teacher. He put the camera down and grabbed their soft undies and fondled them.
A huge cum-stain spread on the crotch of his slacks. His cock looked like it might bust right through and pop out.
Julie and Vicki bared their cunts to the teacher. He snapped pictures of them, then asked them to take off their bras, which they did, and he flashed off more photos of them nude except for their blue knee socks and blue and white saddle shoes.
Julie's pussy was wet. Vicki trembled. The teacher put the camera down in the drawer, scooped up all the pictures and put them in his desk.
He unzipped his fly and withdrew his big, foot-long, weenie-like cock.
"Yikes!" Vicki blurted upon seeing his stiff, long erection. "Golly!"
"Would you like to feel it?" Mr. Kirk asked Vicki.
"Sure, yeah," she trembled. She reached down, bent over just a bit at the waist and clasped her fingers with their bright-red finger nails around his pulsing prick.
"It's so long," she whispered.
"Ah, that feels good, when you squeeze my cock," Mr. Kirk breathed hotly.
Julie watched, finally so excited, she stuck her finger in her cunt. It felt good in there, and she started diddling the creamy slit of her pussy as she watched Vicki play with Mr. Kirk's cock.
Then she had an idea. She bent over also, puckered her lips and placed the pink-glossed wedges over the creamy tip of Mr. Kirk's prick.
"Ah, ooo, whoof, mmmm," he murmured.
Vicki tightened her grip, moved her hand, pulling his cockskin up and down. Julie kissed and licked his bulging cock head.
The girls played expertly with the teacher's hard prick. He loved the feeling they gave him. He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed their probing, squeezing, licking, kissing.
"Oh, girls," Mr. Kirk moaned. "My darling, sweet students."
"Here," Julie said, standing up, taking her lips from his prick, "Let me do this. She straddled the man on the chair, slid in on top of him, her legs over his. She took his big, long cock from Vicki's grip and rubbed his cockhead up and down her juicy cunt-slit.
She stood up, screwed her ass down, held his cock at her pussy, then took it into her. The teacher moaned softly, and Julie did too. She liked the hot, hard prick inside her pussy. It felt so thrilling.
Julie felt Mr. Kirk grab her arm, pull her to the side of the chair. He craned his head out and pushed his mouth to her young pussy. He licked and slithered; his tongue up and down her quivering pussy-slit.
"Oooooh," Vicki whispered.
"He's gonna fuck me and eat you," Julie said.
"Yes, yes, that's what I'm gonna do," Mr. Kirk mumbled, muffing his mouth to Vicki's sweet snatch.
Julie stood over the man, straddling him, rolling her ass round and round, taking his big, slim prickstick deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Oh, he's lickin' my cunt, he's really doin' it to me," Vicki whimpered.
She watched Julie screw down on Mr. Kirk's cock as the teacher ate her pussy. Julie fucked and bucked and watched Mr. Kirk gobble Julie. The threesome fell silent for a moment. All that could be heard was the slick, slurp of his tongue slobbering Vicki's pussy, and the slick click of his prick spiking in and out of Julie's cunt.
Julie screwed harder and faster. She locked her hands behind the teacher's neck, began bucking up and down on his long, hard cock.
Vicki watched her fuck. She felt the tingles sweep through her as Mr. Kirk ate her pussy.
"Ah, uh, uh, oh, awesome!" she called.
"Feel good?" Julie whispered.
"Oh, yes ... yes ... oh yes!" Vicki panted.
Julie bounced high, riding his big cock, looking so lovely in her knee socks and saddle shoes. Her ponytail flopped at her back as she bucked and fucked.
Vicki came. Her body shuddered. Mr. Kirk reached behind her with one hand and cupped her ass, mashed her pussy tighter to his face and went into wild slurping and licking, bringing the girl to the wave of ecstasy she now felt flooding her whole being. Her face registered her pleasure.
Julie knew she was coming. She began fucking her hips in short jerks, harder, faster, faster, then she felt Mr. Kirk's cock bulge in her cunt and pump out his hot load.
"Here's that feeling!" Julie shouted, and she shook with the flame of simmering climax. "He's squirtin' off in my pussy!" she cried.
"Mmmmm, mmmm, bubber, mubber," Mr. Kirk babbled, still gobbling at Vicki's delicious pussy.
Julie was swept into a torrent of overwhelming passion as she came, jerking, shaking, bucking, fucking, humping, pumping, her ponytail swishing now from side to side.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she yelled.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Julie counted the money in her jar, put in all the money Mr. Kirk had given her, and lay back on her bed in her room.
She loved her life, loved her school, and her teachers, but she still wanted to go to Hollywood. She figured that maybe sometime next year she'd have enough money to go and not have to worry about money when she got there.
She propped the pillow under her pretty head. She wore white cotton panties and white bra.
Her hand slid down between her legs. She thought about the coach's big, monster prick.
Her fingers scratched at the crotch of her panties. This felt good. She rubbed, then dipped her hand in her panties, thought more about the coach's big cock, and began finger-fucking her pussy.
* * *
The next day Julie met Vicki. They walked down the hall to cheerleading with their sweet uniforms bouncing and bulging with their precious curves.
After practice, they waited until the team had finished football practice, until they'd left the field. They sat in the bleachers a long time, then headed for the school.
They walked down the hall to the locker room. There were still the voices of the players inside. They waited in a room next door. When everyone had left, they slinked into the locker room. The coach was at his desk. He looked up, surprised to see the two girls, so pretty, so exquisite in their creamy white sweaters, their little red pleated skirts, their white knee socks, their red tennis shoes.
"Hello, girls," he said.
"Hi, Coach," Julie answered.
"And what can I do for my two favorite cheerleaders?" he asked.
"You could show Vicki your prick, sir," Julie said.
The coach smiled. "I could, huh?" he said.
"Yes, sir. She'd like to see it. So would I."
Coach stood up. His sweat pants started bulging as his cock began its long, hard rise. Both girls watched intently as he took down his sweats and stood in his jock strap. His cock already pushed it out lewdly. Then he slipped the strap down, and his huge prick snapped up and wobbled wildly.
"Oh, oh, shit!" Vicki cried. "Oh, wow!"
"Yeah ... ooooh ... jeez!" Julie added.
Both girls stared at his incredible cock. The coach smiled, fisted his prick and waved it, teasing the cheerleaders.
"How big is it?" Vicki whispered.
"He said it's fifteen inches," Julie offered. She grabbed a tape measure from the coach's desk and said: "May I measure your prick, sir?"
"Please do."
"Here, I'll hold it down here," Julie said, holding the tape at the base of his cock. "You hold it out there," she said to Vicki.
Julie strung the tape out along his cockstalk and held it at his big red cockhead.
"Holy cow ... oh hot shit, look at this. It's seventeen inches!"
"Sir, you lied," Julie said.
"I didn't want to frighten you, darling," the coach said.
"Shit, shit!" Vicki babbled, then fell to her knees in front of the coach and began licking his bulbous cockhead.
Julie grabbed his cockstalk in the middle and began jacking the giant erection at Vicki's gaping, wet, red mouth.
"Oh, girls, girls," the coach murmured.
Julie pulled and pushed on the magnificent prick. "We'd sell you our cheerleading bloomers, sir," she whispered.
"You would, huh?"
"Yes, sir."
"What would I do with them?"
"You could play with them, sir," Julie said.
"How much would I pay for them?"
"Oh, anything, sir," Julie said, trembling all over at the rock-hardness of his mammoth prick.
"Sure, I'll buy them," he said.
Julie pulled and pushed harder on his hard cock. Vicki managed to get his big cockhead in her mouth and began sucking it.
"Want them now, sir?" Julie asked, taking her hand from his cock. She backed up a step, pulled up her skirt and took her white bloomers down. She handed them to the coach.
"Thank you," he said. "I'll pay you when I can get to my billfold."
Then Julie dipped to her knees and took over the licking and sucking of his prick. Vicki stood up, took off her bloomers and gave them to the coach. She got back down on her knees.
Both cheerleaders, so pretty, so adorable, on their knees licking and kissing his big cock, sent the coach into delirious ecstasy.
Julie wiggled her tongue along his long cockstalk over the tip, back down again, and so did Vicki. She palmed his balls, jiggled his big tennisball-sized nuts in her hands.
Vicki gulped the head of his cock again. The coach was gripped with a relentless desire for the two cheerleaders. He grabbed his cock and began jacking, jerking wildly at their lovely, sweet lip stick painted mouths.
"Oh, god ... jeez, girls!" he gulped.
They were open-mouthed whores like that on the floor, but such sweet darlings. The school's two most beautiful cheerleaders, the school's reigning teen queens, and they were eagerly gulping at his huge prick.
The coach loved it, and he chopped his cock hard and fast, his big cockhead slipping, slurping, slicking against the girls' mouths.
He came violently. Big spurts of cream jetted from the tip of his prick. Cum rained onto the girl's faces. A big blob of thick cum splashed onto Julie's cheek. Vicki took a spill of cum into her mouth, a gurgling chunk of cream that splashed back against her throat. She swallowed it.
The coach banged the head of his cock at then-soft mouths. The juice poured, spurted, spritzed, hosed out like a steady stream of gushing water, only it was thick, creamy and hot.
"Ah, oh, whoof ... God, girls, so nice, so nice!"
Julie got her hand on his slippery prick and jacked out the rest of his load with him, sending the coach to new heights of pleasure.
He fell back in his chair, his cock slipping from his hand and Julie's hand, and still his big prick spat out cum.
Julie jumped on top of him, pulled up her bright red cheerleading uniform, got both hands on his cock and guided his spitting cockhead to her wet pussy. She pushed it inside.
Vicki stood up and grabbed his cock halfway down the stalk, held him there as Julie rotated her hips and fucked the top of his erection.
It was at this moment Julie knew she had been made to fuck, that fucking was truly the most beautiful thing in the whole world, that fucking was true love, fucking was a deep experience of giving, sharing, excitement, love. She figured she'd go far in Hollywood.
