Remember when teen-aged girls were innocent and naive? Look around you today and observe the changes taking place in our youth.
You will see young girls hitchhiking and accepting rides from anyone who will stop, young couples openly petting in parks, and groups of youngsters smoking marijuana and taking other drugs on school campuses. There is almost a total lack of sexual morality among teenagers today.
Vickie Halt is a prime example of this new, free-swinging generation. However, she has been initiated into this swinging lifestyle by the very men who should be setting good examples for her -- her high school teachers. These teachers taught more than math or religion to this young lady and she was eager to learn.
CHEERLEADER FULL OF SPUNK is a story of what goes on in the hallways and classrooms of our schools. Perhaps this girl would have remained innocent if adults had not seduced her into another way of life. Maybe young people of today would be different if the adults of today practiced the morals they preached.
The Publisher
Chapter One
The day sweet young Vickie Holt saw Father Murphy fucking Sister Mary Helen on top of a desk at St. Mary's High School, her life changed.
Vickie had been at cheerleading practice in the gym adjoining the school, and she'd gone back to collect her books from her locker. Then, walking down the hall to take the flight of stairs down to the basement area, she heard the passionate panting, the delicious whimpers and moans coming from classroom. She stopped, listened at the door, then pulled it open an inch and peeked in.
There was Father Murphy, his black trousers down around his ankles, his jockey shorts around his knees, up on top of Sister Mary Helen, who lay beneath him, her black habit up around her waist in layers. They were locked in a hot fuck.
Vickie was shocked. The closest she had come to sex in her whole life was masturbation, and she did this, finger-fucked herself, at least twice a day.
She was a darling young Catholic student, dressed primly in her blue pleated skirt uniform, a white sweater, maroon knee socks, and blue and white saddle shoes. Vickie had a round face, ocean-blue eyes, very lush young lips, and she wore her sandy-blonde hair with bangs straight across her forehead, parted in the middle, and pulled to two sweet ponytails bobbed with red ribbons that hung from the sides of her head over her ears.
She was without a doubt the most beautiful young girl at St. Mary's High School. She was small, but compact, but with a body that had been shaped with the hint of perfection a narrow waist, flat tummy, ripe young hips, tapering, smooth plush legs, two teenage tits that pushed against the white sweater like scoops of vanilla ice cream.
She watched intently as Father Murphy's ass bounced up and down. The spectacle was the most exciting thing she'd ever seen. Sister Mary Helen's legs were spread wide and she humped off the desk in wild thumps as the priest plunged his hard prick deep into the nun's pussy.
Vickie had to stifle a gasp when she saw the length of Father Murphy's cock and the way the long shaft slicked up and down as he pumped.
"Oh, Father!" the nun whispered. "I've been waiting for a week to fuck you again!"
"My sweet, Sister Mary," the priest murmured. "I've waited to fuck you too..."
The nun wore low black heels and she raised her legs and criss-crossed them around the humping priest. He snuggled an arm under the sister, then wiggled his hand and cupped her ass. His other arm was under the woman's neck, and the priest then kissed her passionately as they fucked.
Sister Mary Helen was in her early thirties. She had a striking, patrician face with a pure virginity about it. No one had ever seen her body, until now. Vickie noticed the woman had nice legs, finely tapered to lush thighs, a very well-formed hip-structure and a wild ass that rotated and undulated on the table as the priest fucked her.
They broke their kiss, panting, gasping, lost in the heated pleasure of their forbidden act.
"Fucking, oh fucking, Father, feels so good!" Sister Mary Helen gulped.
"My cock feels so good in your pussy, Sister!" Father Murphy yelped.
"So hot, big, and I can feel the beating and throbbing!" the sister moaned as she rolled her hips up to the rapid-fire strokes being punched at her by Father Murphy.
His cock looked about a foot long to Vickie, but then she had no reference. She found herself breathing hard as she peeked in at the panting fuckers.
Vickie looked up and down the hall. It was after five o'clock and all was silent. The students had left at three o'clock. Her pussy itched and became wet as she watched. She laid her books on the floor and slid a hand under her little blue schoolgirl skirt and rubbed at the crotch of her panties. They became all sticky and gummy as her fingers probed the hot softness.
Father Murphy's thrusts became, faster and harder, and Vickie could hear the lovely slap of bodies, flesh on flesh, see the slick, shiny glide of the father's prick plunging in and out of Sister Mary Helen's cunt.
Vickie stuck her hand deep in her panties, her finger groping through the wiry, blonde curls at her crotch. She shoved a finger in her cunt, and jiggled in and out. A rush of hot air jetted from her mouth.
God, this is unbelievable, she thought.
"Fuck me, Father!" the nun groaned.
"I'm... uh, ah, uh, uh," Father Murphy moaned. "I'm cumining!"
"Me... oh me too!" Sister Mary gasped. Their fucking became wild, hot, and the sweet sloshy sound of prick and pussy filled the air. Sister Mary thrust her hips off the desk and held them high as the priest fucked her with quick jabs, hot spurts of hard cock hammering her cunt.
"Now!" Sister Mary yelled. "Oh, God, now... oh, Holy Mother... now, Father! Fuck me now!"
"Here cums my cream!" Father whimpered. The sister moaned loudly as Father Murphy poured a hot load of jizz into her black, bushy pussy. The sister's head was jerked up off the table, her neck craned as she was gripped by the violent shudder of climax.
Vickie fucked her cunt with a fervid jiggle. Her finger stabbed her pussy in a hot blur, and she came. A sweet, delicious tingle ribboned through her whole body as she finger-fucked her pussy, her knuckles bulging out her pink panties, her little skirt up around her waist, held there by her free hand. Her knees were bent, and she rolled her lithe, young hips, pushed her cunt to her finger as she climaxed.
Her pussy was so wet, so slurpy-sweet, and the feeling that radiated through her was so wonderful, Vickie damn near fainted there in the hallway as she came off watching the nun and the priest gasp and huff into the final stage of their fucking orgasm.
Vickie kept her finger hot as she came with them. A long tender shiver of delight kept sailing through her fine body.
It was a classic sight. On the outside, St. Mary's High School stood solid of old red brick stone, pure, on the inside in the hallway the most beautiful teenager was fucking herself with her finger as she watched the headmaster of the school and one of the nuns fuck in such a wild passion that she thought they might fall off the table.
The priest's hairy ass pumped high one last time and he plunged downward, and then lay in a heaving heap of trembling flesh on top of the panting nun. They lay like this for a moment, then the priest rolled off of her. Vickie quickly removed her hand from her panties, picked up her books and wafted quietly down the hall and out into the cool fall evening.
Chapter Two
Church was required every morning before school at St. Mary's and the students had to make one confession every week. There were three priests, Father Murphy, the headmaster, who was nearing fifty, his hair salt-and-pepper gray, lean and tall, the leader. Then there was Father Michaels. He was next in line of command. He was forty and had a ruddy complexion. Father Flynn was the youngest at thirty-three, and he was new to St. Mary's.
It was Father Michaels who heard confessions. Vickie had been confessing and asking for absolution for all her masturbating, but this day as she entered the confession booth, she was confused about sex because of the experience she had witnessed on the desk in the classroom.
The priest did the obligatory litany then asked for the confession.
Vickie hesitated, then said, "I played with myself again."
"Tell me about it," Father Michaels said.
"I masturbated."
"How?"
"With my finger. I put it... I played with my privates."
"Did you enjoy that, child?"
"Yes, yes, very much."
"Tell me what YOU did."
Vickie was getting so hot just talking about it like this with the father, with a man. "I put my finger in my hole."
"Then what?"
"I fucked myself!" the poor girl blurted, running her hand down over her blue, pleated skirt and palming her pussy.
"My, my, that's certainly sinful," the priest whispered. "Do you do that often?"
"Oh, yes. Whenever I can I know it's wrong, forgive me, Father. Please forgive me."
Vickie had her skirt up around her bright white panties, and she slid down on the edge of the seat in the confessional.
"How many times a day do you masturbate, child?"
"God, forgive me," Vickie panted. Her hand leaped into her panties and she shoved a finger up her cunt. "Ah, oooh! Two, three times... ah, phew... sometimes more! Forgive me, Father?"
On the other side of the screen, Father Michaels was sitting in a hot sweat, little beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead, and his prick had thumped to a big, lewd erection. He stroked it quietly, slowly, softly as he listened to the young girl confess her sin.
"Why do you masturbate if you know it's a sin, dear?" he whispered.
Vickie's finger flubbed her pussy. Her fist bulged out her panties. She spread her legs and fucked herself wildly.
"I... I... I just like doing it. I love masturbating... oh, forgive me, Father!"
Father Michaels unzipped the fly on his black clerical slacks and withdrew his steaming cock. The head was like a big red, rubber ball, the stalk thick, and it stood a shimmering nine inches. He fisted the staff and squeezed. A thimble of cream spat from the top. He pumped quickly.
Vickie thumped her pussy with her finger. Her breath came in quick jerks. She was so hot. She couldn't forget the sight of Father Murphy and Sister Mary fucking, and the image of them made her so passionate, so full of delight.
"You must stop masturbating, child," Father said as he whacked his cock furiously.
"I know, sir!" Vickie whispered, but her finger slicked and clicked in her cunt, and a sweet squishy sound filled the booth.
Father Michaels' cock shot off a top load, thin cream that spilled over his knuckles, and he beat his prick even faster now, the juice his hand sliding along the stalk of his cock. The friction produced big blobs of white bubbles, caking cream, lathering slosh, as he whacked away in the confessional.
Vickie had had an idea that perhaps the priest was jacking off when she confessed. She'd thought this for several months now, but of course she had no way to check it out.
Now, slid down on the soft seat of the confessional, her finger in her cunt, feeling the wonderful shiver of delightful ecstasy shimmering through her whole body, she knew she loved sex, she loved masturbating. The paradox, the problem of liking it so much, juxtaposed to the belief of the church that it was wrong, had her confused.
She fiddled her finger faster into her juicing pussy.
"You must stop masturbating," the priest repeated.
"I can't I just can't!" Vickie panted. "Please forgive me, Father... tell me I'm forgiven."
"Well, of course, I'd have to talk with God about that, my dear, but it sounds as though you are reluctant to give up the feeling you get when you masturbate, when you play with yourself."
The priest fucked his fist wildly on his huge cock, whacked the thick stem as he talked to the teenager in the booth next to him. It was a ritual with Father Michaels. One of the pleasures of being a Catholic priest was hearing the confessions of the sweet, young, beautiful students.
"Oh, yes, the feeling, Father, the feeling I get when I do it!"
"And what do you think about when you masturbate?" he asked, his hand like an automatic jumper on his cock.
"I... I think... well, Father, oh Father, I know it's so wrong, but I think of men and their things."
"Their cocks?"
"Oh, yes, their cocks and pricks."
The door to Vickie's half of the confessional opened and closed, and Father Michaels stood in front of the masturbating darling, his foaming cock in his hand.
"Is this what you think of, my dear?"
Vickie eyed the priest's hard cock, the white cream dripping from the bulging red head, the thick white lather all along the stalk, as if someone had shot shaving cream on it.
"Yes!" she panted. "That, that's what I think about!"
Father Michaels dropped to his knees. His cock stuck out from his fly, long, hard, squirting. He gingerly fingered Vickie's crotch where her fist pushed out the panties, drew his fingers over her jerking motion. Then he tugged at the top of the panties and slowly pulled them down her luscious teenage thighs, down over her bent knees, down around her saddle shoes and took them off.
Her dark-blonde pussy looked scrumptious. Her crotch was fuzzy with blonde, wiry curls. The priest stared at the delicate delight as he stroked his massive prick.
He waddled in on his knees between Vickie's gorgeous legs, his cock slurping and drooling. He pointed the head at her virgin pussy and mashed it lightly up against her wet slit.
"Oh, Father!" she gulped. "Oh, should we be doing this? Isn't this a sin, sir?"
The priest shoved and slid the head of his prick into her young pussy.
Vickie, who had never felt the heat, the hot glide and slide of a cock in her cunt, damn near fainted from the delicious feeling she had as the man began a slow push and pull, just slipping her the top two or three inches of his big cock.
"Oh, God, Father!" Vickie gasped. She stared down at the big pulsing stalk fucking her. "Father, you really shouldn't put that big prick in me, should you? I mean really, should you?"
"Don't you want forgiveness, my child?" he mumbled.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Then this is the way, this is the way for you to get absolution."
"Your cock in my cunt?"
"Uh-huh," the priest grunted as he humped his ass faster now, sending his long cock deeper into the adorable young girl's cunt. He sawed at her pussy with precision strokes and Vickie watched with awe the way the fat cock penetrated her soft wetness.
Never, in all her young years had the beautiful schoolgirl been so excited, so thrilled. Never had she felt so absolutely wonderful, as she did at that very moment with the big prick punching her pussy.
She slid down farther on the confessional bench, spread her legs wider and continued watching the slick glide of the hot cock. She was so confused. This was so wrong, she knew it, but she liked what was happening to her, loved the sweeping tingle that jiggled her entire body.
Just this fast, young Vickie, who had never even touched a cock, never even seen one, had a fat throbbing slab of prick inside her pussy. It delighted and frightened her at the same time.
She looked up from the slippery, juicy, creamy slide of the cock in her cunt to the priest's face. Sweat poured from his brow. His eyes were blurry, glazed, and his mouth hung open as though he were about to blow a bubble. His breath came in gasping rasps. He slugged his cock harder into her sweet pussy.
If he's fucking me, and he's a priest, it must be okay, Vickie thought. She pushed her lithe hips at the poking prick.
"I've never fucked before, Father," she blurted.
"Well, this is the essence of religion, my dear, this is the ultimate communion, just like this. Look down there, my child, see how my cock is slicking in and out of your pussy. Look, don't you like the sight?"
"Oh, oh, shit!" Vickie cried.
She was so hot she thought she might lose her mind. Never had she felt this way... wonderful, dazed, ecstatic.
"You love me fucking you, don't you, dear I do! I love you fucking me, Father!" Vickie cried.
Now he was a humping madman. His cock blasted in and out of Vickie's cunt like an oiled piston. Big globs of white cum lathered the thick stalk as the man fucked his prick faster, harder, faster, harder, and hotter into her pussy. Vickie came. It was so much better than when she'd masturbated. A fast rippling tide, a wave of pleasure, washed over her. She jerked forward.
"Father," she huffed.
His cock bulged inside her young pussy and gushed out a thick, hot stream of juice.
"Ah, yes!" he sighed.
Vickie felt the surging rush of cum splash into her.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, as she shuddered, shook, threw her head back, her ponytails flopping at the sides of her sweet, lovely face. She opened her mouth wide and fucked her fabulous little ass off the cushioned seat, fucked into the hot humping of Father Michaels.
"Phew, golly!" she moaned. "Oh, sweet Mother!"
"Yes, cum, darling, cum!" the priest panted. "Feel good, darling child, shiver all over as I fill you with divine love!"
"Fill me, Father! Fill me up!" Vickie yelped. She'd lost all control as she hit the top of her climax.
"Yeah, fuck me, Father," she screamed in the soundproof booth.
Vickie's head banged against the back of the confessional. She gasped for breath. The climactic feeling of joy made her shake and tremble. The feel of the fat cock erupting in her cunt delighted her.
"Ooooh!" the priest babbled as he shot off his load, and came with her.
The two of them, Vickie in ha little blue pleated skirt, hiked up around her flat tummy, her knee socks, her white sweater, her saddle shoes, the sweet lovely young face impassioned with pure pleasure, and the priest on his knees, his cock bursting out of his fly, jiggling in and out of the girl's cunt, cumming together in the confessional, reaching the apex of life.
"Right here!" the priest yelped. "It's divine!"
"Oh, Father... it's... yes... divine!"
Chapter Three
Vickie went home after school that day and lay in her room thinking about the exciting experience in the confessional at church, and she trembled each time she thought of the father's prick fucking her.
She lived with her mom and dad in a middle class house near, the school in the suburbs of Cliff City. This was her first year at St. Mary's, and it was just in the summer, after her graduation from junior high, that she'd filled out to such a heavenly looking young girl, her body so enticing, supple, but so taut and firm, and her face, a flawless image of youthful beauty.
The next morning she donned her uniform and walked to school. She was joined going up the steps by Kristi Sears, an impetuous, brazen little teenager who was taller than Vickie, her face chipped to a square chin, her brown hair parted in the middle, swept back on the sides and pulled into a long fall on her back. It slapped deliciously against her white sweater.
"God, I just love that they finally got some real teachers at this school," Kristi said.
She was referring to the addition of Mr. Graves, a twenty-nine-year-old math teacher, and Mr. Free, an older biology teacher, both having been hired by St. Mary's because of the shortage in nuns. It was no secret that less and less women and men were going into the service of the church, and the Catholic schools had finally had to hire outside help.
"That Mr. Graves -- God, he's cute, huh?" Kristi said.
"He sure is!" Vickie nodded.
"God, it's so much better seeing him in class than those drab old nuns."
The girls went to assembly for roll-call, and then filed out with the rest of the students for the church service which always started the day.
"We have to be in the choir this morning," Kristi said.
"I know," Vickie said, exasperated.
They went to the vestibule and slipped on their crispy, white choir tunics. Then they paraded out to the choir pews and sat down. The three priests came out and performed the mass, offering communion, and Kristi and Vickie knelt together at the rail and took their wafers and wine.
After the service they were both splitting a package of bubble gum in the vestibule. The other girls had left, and they were killing as much time as they could before going back over to the school, since being in choir-duty always permitted them to arrive late for class.
Vickie told Kristi about seeing Father Murphy and the nun fucking. Kristi was astounded.
"You gotta be kidding!" she laughed. "Not really, you mean up on top of a desk? They were fuckin' up there?"
"Uh-huh," Vickie smiled. "It was really something to see."
"God, I'll bet it was... oh, you gotta be shittin'n it... just wouldn't happen."
"It's the truth, I swear."
Father Murphy, the subject of the conversation, appeared in the doorway.
"Shouldn't you girls be running along?" he asked.
He was attired in his long black robe with the gold and red sashes. His huge iron cross dangled from around his neck. His black shoes shone like beacons at the bottom of his flowing garments.
The vestibule was very austere, just a brown wooden pew along one wall, two straight-back wooden chairs, a wooden floor, and a closet in which hung the choir tunics.
The priest eyed the two lovely girls, so pristine and pretty in their white tunics, which flowed over their young, ripe bodies, over their school uniforms, and hemmed out around their knees.
Kristi, who was one of the most popular girls at school, mainly because she was so brave, so impudent, looked at the father, then over to Vickie as if to say, I don't believe this guy was fucking Sister Mary on top of a desk.
"Here, let me help you take off those tunics," Father Murphy said.
The old priest walked to the girls. His hands reached out to Vickie and he ran them over her body lightly as he lifted the hem of the tunic. As he did, he also caught her little blue skirt, and he pulled up, up, and with the tunic came the skirt, over a pretty pair of pink panties that fit the young girl's crotch so snugly, so tightly it seemed obscene.
His knuckles brushed Vickie's cunt as he lifted the skirt and tunic.
A big bulge appeared in his robe. A pointed spike like apparition there for the girls to see. Kristi stared at the big erection, and Vickie felt a hot tingle of joy trigger through her as the priest's knuckles rubbed her pussy.
"I better go to class!" Kristi blurted.
She ripped off her tunic, threw it on a chair and disappeared out of the vestibule.
This was certainly something Vickie hadn't expected. All her talks, all her posturing about how brazen and brave she was, and then here was an opportunity to show her stuff, and she ran like a frightened kitty.
Vickie let the priest rub her pussy for a few fleeting seconds, then he dropped the tunic, let it fall back into place, and he pulled the school girl to him, into his robes and vestments, and kissed her passionately.
She felt the throbbing length of his prick press against her, the very cock she'd seen in Sister Mary's pussy on the table. The older man's tongue snaked into her mouth, and Vickie felt the fleeting touch of his hands roaming down over her back. Then his fingers plunged into the brilliant luxury of her young, sweet ass, a remarkable ass, a sensational ass, curved with perfection, sculpted with tight but soft texture.
The priest's hands clutched her ass through the thin tunic, through her short skirt underneath. Then he broke away from the kiss, panting, choking, and his hand slipped between them.
He rubbed Vickie's pussy, and then thrust his hand up under the tunic, under her skirt. He drew his fingers along the smooth thighs, the soft flesh there, and boldly poked his fingertips against Vickie's panties. He sloshed them against the already-soaked crotch.
"Oh, my darling angel!" the man whispered.
"Father, I don't think we should do this I here, should we?" Vickie gasped.
The priest's hand slid up and plunged down into Vickie's panties. He stuck his finger in her cunt and swung it back and forth in a slow jerk. Vickie's young pussy sucked at the hot finger.
The man took the young girl's hand and placed it on his thumping erection. Vickie felt the immense strength of it through the priest's flowing black robe. She squeezed and toyed with the cock and thrilled to the length of Father Murphy's big lewd cock.
He pushed Vickie back on the lone pew in the vestibule, and the lovely girl sat down there as Father Murphy got down on his knees in front of her. He lifted the tunic up with her skirt, up over Vickie's precious thighs, up over her delightful pink panties, so snug at the touch, all puffed out there by the pussy-fluff.
Quickly the priest loaned in, put his hands on Vickie's thighs, and kissed along the insides of the creamy flesh. He licked longingly at her smooth skin. Then his tongue went flapping at her panties. He sent it lapping at the crotch of her panties, wiggling, and licking wildly on her cunt through the thin pink fabric.
"Father, Father!" Vickie sighed.
She slid down on the pew, a lovely picture of youthful beauty, her maroon knee socks, her blue and white saddle shoes, the tunic and skirt all bunched up around her waist. As she slid to the smacking tongue, the priest tugged at her panties and yanked them down on her thighs, over her knees, down her ankles and off. He spread her legs by pushing them apart with his hands at her knees. Then he moved in, leaned over on all fours, and mashed his face into Vickie's crotch.
"God!" Vickie cried.
The old man's tongue snaked up and down her wet cunt, licking the rubbery softness and sending jolts of feverish delight racing through poor Vickie.
"Oh, golly!" Vickie moaned. "Oh... phewwww!"
Father Murphy bobbed and nodded his head anxiously between the girl's legs, his tongue flying like a flag at her delicious little pussy. The old priest had never been so tuned-on, so excited. He had lost all semblance of discretion or sanity. He munched on Vickie's cunt as though it were a piece of pumpkin pie. He slurped, he chewed, and he nibbled.
Vickie watched in amazement, her chin tucked into her neck as she peered down at the priest in his frock, down on his hands and knees eating at her cunt.
She had fantasized a man doing this to her when she had masturbated, but now, here it was in total reality, and she felt a looping in her stomach, a delightful shiver of pleasure that warmed her and excited her. She ground her fabulous little ass off the pew and pushed her blonde cunt right into the father's face.
His eating had become frantic. He munched loudly, and there were sexy-sweet smacking sounds as he gobbled Vickie's cunt. The young schoolgirl couldn't take much more.
She oozed into the most fabulous feeling she could ever imagine. She was jerked upright on the pew. She shuddered. Her head shivered and shook. Her mouth hung open. Her forehead was creased with wrinkles. She gasped loudly, panted in quick short jerks.
"Damn you, Father! You dirty old man! Eat my pussy! Eat my pussy right here in church!" she screamed.
Vickie fell back on the pew, her body heaving. She was spent with the wonderful climax she'd just had. Father Murphy backed off her soaking cunt. He looked at the wiry curls all spit-twined against her crotch. He frantically pulled up his robe, his tunic, and unzipped his fly. He withdrew his frothing cock. Vickie gasped at the sight of the long shaft, the bloated head, the cum oozing from the tip.
Father got up. He stood in front of the choir girl. She knew what he wanted standing there holding all his clothes up around his waist, his cock shimmering out of his fly, wobbling, quaking. It was longer than Father Michaels'. Vickie stared at the big head. She knew he wanted her to suck his prick, but she'd never done anything like that, yet the sight of the big thick cock almost made her drool.
Father Murphy reached down, took her hand and placed it on his cock. It was a first for Vickie. She'd never felt a prick with her hand.
"Yikes!" she gasped. "Father, it's hot, and look, its squirting stuff out of the end."
"Mmmmm," he mumbled. "Just squeeze and play with my cock."
Vickie grabbed the big prick with both hands and squeezed, pumped in and out, then ducked her head in and kissed the spewing tip, felt the thick cream splatter on her virgin lips, felt the hot throb of the cock in her hands. She licked her little pink tongue over the spitting head, licked off the thick cream. A big chunk clung to her chin.
"Oh, my sweet little angel!" the father muttered. "Wonderful."
Vickie knew this was wrong, but there was something so deliciously exciting about being there in the vestibule with Father Murphy, feeling the wild thumping of his cock on her lips, the squirting jizz that fizzed from the bulbous head.
He stood there, still holding up his robe, his sashes around his neck, all his regalia, and this too, having him dressed this way, thrilled Vickie.
"Oh, it's so wrong, Father!" she whimpered as her sweet little tongue slashed in scooping circles over the glistening cockhead of the big prick.
His answer came in spurts of thick cream that splashed against the young girl's pink lips. A huge load of cum spit from the tip of Father Murphy's beating, throbbing prick.
"Ah, darling, darling!" he groaned. "Oh, my darling girl!"
The juice spilled into Vickie's mouth. She gulped at the head of his cock and sucked the stalk into her mouth. Her head bobbed in and out. Her ponytails, double falls tied at the sides of her face in white ribbons, her hair parted in the middle, her thick sex-queen lips sealed around the ivory-hard staff of the erupting prick, was a sight that was thrilling little Kristi, who had crept back to the doorway of the vestibule and was watching the incredible action taking place inside. She raised her school skirt, dipped her hand inside her white panties and finger-fucked her pussy.
Kristi couldn't believe that Vickie was sucking on Father Murphy's cock like that. She'd never seen anything so dirty, so wild, but it absolutely thrilled her, and she shook and trembled as she stabbed her finger in and out of her pussy. She watched the big gobs of cream spill down Vickie's chin as the priest kept cumming.
"Yes, suck my prick, child!" Father Murphy muttered, still holding up his robe, humping his cock at the young girl who sat on the edge of the pew, holding his cock with both hands, her pretty lips plunging around the slick, thick prick.
Chapter Four
He finally stumbled backward, gasping, panting, his cock still spurting cream that spilled out and splatted to the hardwood floor. He caught his balance, went back to Vickie, pulled her out of the pew and embraced her standing up.
Then they tumbled to the floor, all those tunics, the flowing white and black.
Father Murphy kissed the girl hotly and pulled up her tunic and skin. He spread her legs and mounted her. His cock was still hard, and he stabbed it at her cunt. He missed and the bulb-head mashed up on the girl's belly. He reached down, grabbed the cock, guided the head to her cunt, and then he pushed.
"Ah," he muttered.
"Oh, Father, you've got your prick in me! Are you gonna fuck me on the floor in here?"
"Yes, yes, I am, my dear! I'm going to fuck you on the floor!"
He started slow lush strokes, both with all their clothes on, and young Kristi peering in round the edge of the door, watching the emotional display, ripping into one teenage climax after another as she saw the old man pound up and down on her friend.
"God, Father, this is so good!" Vickie moaned.
Finally, Kristi simply couldn't stand the excitement of watching Father Murphy fuck her friend. She dropped her blue skirt and strode into the room and stood over them. Vickie looked up and saw her.
"Kristi, he's fucking me!" she whimpered. "God, I can see that!" Kristi said.
She pulled up her skirt again to reveal her dripping white panties.
Father Murphy looked up over his shoulder and saw Kristi just as the lovely brown-haired lass dove into her panties with her hand and began fiddling her cunt as she watched the priest hump up and down on Vickie.
"His cock is so big in me!" Vickie panted. "I wanna see him fuck!" Kristi wailed, flailing wildly at her pussy inside her panties.
The man fucked faster. Vickie thumped her dream ass off the hard floor to meet his frantic thrusts. Then she felt the bulge of his huge cock as it ballooned and sprinkled another load of squishy jizz in the teenager's pussy. The fizz was hot and the surge of the cream made Vickie faint as she shivered, puffed, gasped, tried to talk, but was so aroused and inflamed by the fucking she sucked in her breath hotly and came with the man.
"Oh, shit, fuck me, Father!" she finally managed to sob. "Fuck me good!"
Kristi stood over them, involved in her own fluttering climax, and as she came, she blew a big pink bubble with her bubble gum, a round ball that dangled from her mouth as she swung her head from side to side and climaxed beautifully to the two fuckers on the floor.
Father Murphy finally got off Vickie. His robe, tunic, all his regalia dropped into place over his drooling cock.
Vickie lay spent on the floor, still clad in her white choir gown, still with her skirt and the tunic up over her naked pussy.
Father Murphy went to Kristi. He grabbed her elbow and pulled her hand out of her panties and inserted his own. His greedy fingers found her wet cunt. He thumped into the cunt with two fingers.
"Father!" the girl sighed.
The man fingered her wildly, hotly, faster and faster until he had Kristi in a ravishing frenzy and she came again. Then he pulled off his garb, stripped out of his pants and stood naked except for his black shirt, his white clerical collar, black shoes and black socks. His magnificent cock stood a full ten inches from between his legs. Both young students stared at it in amazement.
"I'm going to take your panties down now, Kristi," he said, and then tugged at her white panties as he got down on his knees in front of her. When he had her panties around her knees, he ducked in on her cunt and kissed the fuzzy brown delight.
"Show, off, wow!" Kristi moaned.
"That's what he did to me!" Vickie gasped. "He kissed my pussy, and he licked my cunt."
Father Murphy pushed Kristi back onto the pew where she stumbled and sat down. Vickie got up and sat down beside her. Father knelt before them.
"Pull your little skirts up, dears," he instructed, and then pulled Kristi's panties off all the way.
Both girls sat on the wooden pew, their pleated blue skirts bunched up around their waists, their sweet cunts like two delicious desserts displayed before the drooling man. He licked Kristi's pussy first, and as he did, he slid a finger into Vickie's cunt. Then he was voraciously lapping his tongue and chewing at Kristi's pussy, enough to make the poor girl delirious with joy.
"God, look at that, look at the way he's just eatin' my pussy!" Kristi moaned. "Oh, Father!"
Then she pushed her ass up off the pew, rolled her schoolgirl hips and mashed her cunt tight against the old man's face. The priest chewed furiously on her tender cunt, while he banged a finger into Vickie's pussy at the same time.
Just as Kristi was about to come, the man lifted up, his cock sprang out, he fisted the stalk and guided the head to her pussy. He shoved his cock in her cunt. She gasped with fright.
"Its way too big, sir!" she panted.
"He got it in me," Vickie sighed, watching the priest lunge forward and shove the cock at Kristi.
He was still fiddling her pussy with his finger, and it was just too delightful for Vickie to withhold her climax another moment. She was overwhelmed by the fucking finger, by the sight of the fat prick poking her friend next to her, and she shivered into a rapturous climax just as Kristi came.
"Fuck her cunt, you dirty old man!" Vickie hollered. "Fuck her pussy!"
"Yeah, fuck my pussy!" Kristi screamed.
And the priest fucked her cunt. He slurped his splendid prick in and out of her little pearl of a pussy, shoving the stalk a full seven inches into the wet softness, plying his strokes faster and faster until he shot off a wave of slashing cum that cascaded into Kristi's cunt.
"You'll both have to pray for forgiveness," Father Murphy gasped as he came.
Chapter Five
Vickie had become intrigued with the strange experiences that had entered her life since she'd entered St. Mary's High School, the incident in the confessional with Father Michaels, the wonderful fucking with Father Murphy in the vestibule just off the altar at the church, and as she strolled to class on this new morning, she wondered what else could possibly happen to her.
Kristi caught up with her.
"Listen, I feel real guilty about what we did with Father Murphy."
"He's the father," Vickie said. "Let him feel guilty."
You don't think it was wrong to do what we did?
"Not if he doesn't."
"Well, God, how about Mr. Graves? Why don't we do it with him?"
"I'd sure like to fuck with him," Vickie answered.
"Jesus, don't you just love that word fuck? I mean, I just love the sound of it."
"Do you? Well, why don't we fuck all we can?" Vickie asked.
"God, do you think we should?"
"Oh, come on, don't be so damn dumb, of course we should. I can't think of anything that feels better, can you?"
"Not a thing."
"Well, after the church service this morning, let's fuck Mr. Graves. Wanna?"
"I'll follow you." Kristi said.
Both lovely young girls looked precious in their blue skirts, so short on their luscious thighs, their maroon knee socks, the saddle shoes, and the tight sweaters. Vickie's baseball hard tits pushed at the sweater provocatively, and Kristi, whose body was thinner, and whose form was more lither, had smaller tits, but they also pushed at her sweater, not like baseballs, but more like sweet little lemons.
Both girls went to the church to attend the pre-class service. They were late getting there, and took a back pew.
Allan Oxford, a young student, sat alone in the back. He wore thick glasses and was considered the introvert at St. Mary's High. He wore his brown locks straight across his forehead, his hair in a trim cut around his head. Except for the thick glasses, he could have been considered a cute boy by the girls.
Vickie and Kristi slid into the pew beside him. Father Murphy was saying mass. The boy pulled down the kneeling bench and knelt on it. So did the girls.
Vickie winked at Kristi as they leaned over the back of the pew in front of them, hands folded in prayer. Vickie reached down and caressed the boy's crotch.
Kristi gasped at her brazen impudence. She thought she was the one who was so brave, and here was Vickie stroking the boy's crotch, playing with his cock right in the middle of mass.
The boys at St. Mary's all had to wear white shirts with blue bow-ties and blue slacks. Allan didn't know what to make of the move on his crotch, but he didn't protest and his young prick rose valiantly to the occasion.
Kristi watched as Vickie unzipped Allan's fly and withdrew his prick. It was a nice hard cock. All six inches of it throbbed and bloated in Vickie's soft hand.
Vickie pressed her head down on the pew back ahead of her so that her hands were free. She grasped Allan's hard cock in her hand and pumped on the bulging stalk furiously.
The boy was amazed, shocked, enthralled, and completely captivated. He could do nothing but enjoy the young girl's pumping hand.
Vickie jacked on his cock and Kristi watched as she pretended to pray. Allan had his hands entwined in prayer, kneeling straight, his cock throbbing in Vickie's lewd, pumping hand.
She shook and jigged her hand on it as though she were shaking a bottle of ketchup and before the priest could finish the litany, he came. He blasted out a thick odious load of cum at the pew in front of him.
He gasped and he puffed, but he stifled his moan, as well he should have, because he didn't want to disturb the service. But he loved the way Vickie jacked him off right in the middle of mass like that, and he'd never forget this experience. This was something, even though he didn't realize it at the moment, he'd flash on over and over the rest of his life -- young, pretty, beautiful Vickie jacking him off in church.
Kristi thrust her hand up under her skirt as the poor boy poured out his load onto the floor against the adjoining pew and spewed the thick jizz all over the place. She stuck a finger against her panties and rubbed her pussy.
Vickie then ducked down behind the pew and pulled the spurting prick to her mouth and sucked the head.
"Issh... shhhhewww," the boy mumbled. "Don't moan, dammit," Kristi scolded as she jigged her finger in and out of her pussy. "Just let her suck your prick, you idiot!"
And Vickie did. As the church-goers prayed, as Father Murphy recited the Epistle, she sucked salaciously on Allan's hard little cock, took his spewing cum into her mouth, brought the boy to joyous climax.
Kristi came too. But she was wise enough to stifle the scream, the shout of glee that caught in her throat. She shivered and shuddered there on her knees, looking down at Vickie crouched in between the pews sucking Allan's prick.
Then Father Murphy finished mass with his blessing, and Vickie immediately bobbed up and the three students knelt, their heads bowed, until everyone had filed out.
Chapter Six
"You jacked that boy off in church. That's gross, Vickie!" Kristi said as the girls left the church and went back to the school.
"You loved it," Vickie said.
"Jeez, yeah! It was so lewd!"
"I'm hotter'n hell," Vickie said. "That got me all hot."
"Me too. God, I'm shaking," Kristi whispered.
They headed for Mr. Graves' class.
Both girls sat in the front row, ripe little peaches. Vickie was stunning with her sandy blonde hair swept over to one side, tied there with a bright-white piece of yarn into a sweet ponytail that brushed over on her cheek which was lightly dabbed with a burnt-orange blush. Her lips were glistening with fresh pink lip gloss. She crossed her legs and her blue skirt fell in pretty pleats around her exquisite thighs.
Vickie's sweater pulled in salaciously at her round, firm teen-queen tits.
Kristi had her brown hair parted on the left side and swept over and down around her shoulders. Her brown eyes sparkled, and her thin, tapered legs looked enticing encased in the maroon knee socks and the blue and white saddle shoes. Her little tits were tempting in her white sweater.
The two girls looked good enough to devour and this fact did not go unnoticed by the young Mr. Graves, the new lay teacher they had hired at St. Mary's this year, along with several more.
He was dressed in tan slacks, brown shoes, white shirt, a red and blue striped tie, and he wore a brown herringbone tweed jacket. His blond hair was shaggy and lay neatly over the collar of the shirt. A handsome man indeed, just as Kristi had mentioned.
He lectured on anatomy. Vickie shifted in her desk, raised her leg to cross it, and saw Mr. Graves stare at her pretty legs. She held the pose and let the teacher look right up her thighs to her baby-blue panties. He gulped and went back to the blackboard.
"God, did you let him look up your legs?" Kristi whispered.
"Uh-huh," Vickie sighed. "He loved it."
The bell rang and class was excused.
Mr. Graves stood behind his desk gathering his books.
Vickie slinked up to him.
"I didn't understand the lesson today," she said.
Her body was dangerously close to the teacher. Kristi sneaked in on the other side.
"Me, too," she said, bending over and putting her hand on the desk.
Mr. Graves looked into Vickie's pretty face, the sexy lips, the hint of overbite, her sandy hair, blue eyes, the big tits pushing out her sweater, her little blue skirt, maroon socks, and he trembled with desire for her.
His cock leaped in his slacks, bent against the crotch, and both girls could see the erection straining and throbbing.
"Kristi and I were wondering if we could have an A for this class, sir," Vickie purred.
She moved closer, the hem of her pleats touching his leg.
"An A?"
"Yeah, an A, sir," Kristi cooed. "Well, neither one of you is doing very well..."
"If we let you play in our panties, would you give us an A?" Vickie teased so lewdly, so brazenly, so sweetly.
Mr. Graves was completely overwhelmed by the pretty, sexy students, their sweet perfume, their precious bodies, their angelic faces.
"I would love to play in your panties, girls," he blurted. "Now?"
"If you wanna, sir," Vickie said.
She hiked her school skirt up slowly, the blue pleats bubbling around her waist, and showed off her ice-blue panties which were all muffed out at the crotch by her young cunt.
Kristi raised her skirt too, pulled it out as though lifting a curtain and revealed a pretty pair of sweet, pink panties that snugged in tightly at the crotch, all shaded brown by her teenage pussy.
"Oh, my!" Mr. Graves gulped.
His hands went out. He moved the girls against his desk, their asses on the edge. He flipped his fingers at the crotches of their sexy panties, touching their soft spots.
He rubbed cunt. His prick pounded in his slacks. He had never considered such a wonderful moment possible -- two delicious students, their school skirts high on their waists, letting him play as he wanted. His fingertips became mossy, damp with the goo oozing through the thin nylon.
He dipped his hands into their panties, knuckling out the crotches. His fingers entwined in the hairy patches of fuzz down there. He felt their creamy cunts, his finger sliding up and down the gummy strip.
"Girls!" he whimpered.
Vickie reached over and unzipped his fly, stuck her hand inside and withdrew his prick. She gasped at the length of it. She thought Father Murphy's ten incher was something. Mr. Graves' cock must be a foot long, she thought as she clutched the cockstalk.
"God, oh, jeez!" Kristi cried. "Look at that!"
"Wow, sir, it's big!" Vickie panted, sliding her hand along the stalk, her fingers trailing over the rigid cockmeat.
Mr. Graves finger-fucked them, slicked his fingers in and out of their gooey cunts, loving the feeling he was having. His heart pounded. His breath came in choking gulps and gasps.
Vickie squeezed his cock. Kristi reached for it too, got a hold, and both students fondled, played, pumped and pulled on the big prickstalk.
"Oh girls!" he panted.
"Sir, this is so big, and it's spittin' out juice?" Kristi said.
Vickie loved the man's hand in her panties.
"Do you like playing in our panties, sir?" she asked.
"God, yes! I love it, girls! It makes my cock so hot and hard."
"And spittin'," Kristi said.
"I wanna fuck you!" he blurted.
His hands went wild in their panties.
"If we let you fuck us, would you dismiss us from class for the rest of the semester?" Vickie asked.
"Yeah, yeah!" he panted.
Vickie plumped up on the desk and lay back, thinking how Sister Mary Helen had fucked the father on top of the desk. She wanted to do the same thing.
"You can fuck me on the desk, Mr. Graves," she cooed.
She spread her legs, her skirt way up high, her maroon knee socks enhancing her trim golden legs. Her blue panties were sopping wet.
The teacher dropped his slacks, took off his suit coat, and offed his jockey shorts, and his huge cock wobbled frighteningly.
"I wanna fuck you, girls!" Mr. Graves said. "Gee, he wants to fuck us," Vickie said. "Yeah, should we let him?" Kristi smiled. She liked the power she seemed to have over her teacher.
"You can fuck me right here on this desk, sir," Vickie said.
"Yeah, and I'll watch," Kristi gleefully added.
"Okay!" he said, and then fisted his cock. He moved onto the desk and slammed his hard cock into Vickie's waiting pussy.
He stood. She lay back. They looked good. Kristi got hot watching them. She slapped a hand to Mr. Graves' ass as he humped in and out on Vickie, feeling his hairy asscheeks, sucking down under and feeling his swinging balls. She diddled her other hand between her legs.
Vickie raised up on her elbows. She watched the frothy cock slick in and out.
Mr. Graves hovered over her in a lewd, but beautiful hump-pump.
Kristi stuck a finger up his ass.
"Oowhhooof!" cried the teacher.
"I got my finger in his shitter, Vickie!" Kristi called.
"And his cock is in my cunt!" Vickie returned.
"Girls, girls!" The teacher gulped.
Kristi fingered her teacher's ass. The hot tickle made him drill Vickie harder and faster, sawing his wonderful cock in and out like it was a hot oiled pipe.
"Gee, I can make him really hump!" Kristi cried.
"He's humping good," Vickie whispered, her chin tucked in, raised up on her elbows, her overbite a snapshot of sweet sex.
"She's got somethin' up my ass!" yelped Mr. Graves.
"My finger!" smiled Kristi.
Each time Kristi fucked her finger into his asshole, Mr. Graves lurched forward and slugged his big prick into Vickie's teen-sweet pussy.
"Oh, girls!" he yowled.
Kristi was so delighted by her new find. She was controlling the fuck. She peeked over Mr. Graves' shoulder at Vickie.
"I'm fuckin' his cock into you," she whispered. "My finger... in his shithole."
"Wheew!" Vickie cried.
"Girls... girls!"
Kristi's finger slicked like a worm. Mr. Graves' big cock slithered in and out of Vickie's pussy.
"Know what he's doin'?" Kristi asked.
"No, tell me," Vickie said.
"He's got his arm back here. He's got his hand on my cunt, and he's tryin' to finger me."
"You gonna let him?"
"Yeahhhhh!" Kristi sighed as Mr. Graves underhanded her pussy, hooked into her slit.
She shoved harder up his ass.
His big prick slicked into Vickie's cunt.
"Shit!" Vickie yelled.
The three lovers made it. It was a tingling threesome that climaxed.
Chapter Seven
"I feel like we're just taking over this damn school," Kristi said.
"Yeah, I do too. It feels good to have so much power, to have the priests on their knees for you, doesn't it?" Vickie answered.
"Yeah, it scares me, but it's exciting." The two beautiful schoolgirls were on their way to the big Friday night football game, and they were attired in their cheerleading uniforms, short white linen skirts with pleats and a blue trim at the bottom and white short-sleeved sweaters that pulled tightly over their high popping teen tits. Blue knee socks and blue and white tennis shoes completed the outfit.
They joined the other cheerleaders, Stacy Grant and Lisa Flemming. Stacy was older than Vickie, richly plump, not fat, but ripe, black shagged hair cut close to her head and feathered on her forehead. She had a bright oval face and brown eyes. Her tits were large for her age and pushed like two scrumptious fluffs of vanilla ice cream against her sweater. Lisa had red hair, cut short in curls. She was thin, had an excellent body, and her tiny tits sat up high and proud.
The girls performed their routines with the band on the field, and the boys in the bleachers stared in appreciation. Vickie loved being a cheerleader and took every opportunity to show off her excellent legs and her gorgeous ass, bending over and letting the men in the stands peek at the dark blue tights under her short skin. She was stunning and adorable, as was Kristi.
They all went to the school dance in the gym after the game, and at the punch-table, Kristi said, "These dances are always so boring."
"Well, let's have some fun," Vickie said. "Like what?"
"Like taking Rickie Green and Bruce Lewis over to the church and fucking 'em."
"In the church?" Kristi gasped.
"Sure, no one would catch us in there now. Besides it's always open."
"God, that's so daring, Vickie! I don't know."
Vickie had her blonde hair in bangs on her forehead, then pulled tightly and parted in the middle to two sweet ponytails that bobbed out on the sides of her head. She wore pink lip gloss and her cheeks were blushed with a light red. Kristi wore her long brown hair parted on the side and swept back, flowing down to her shoulders.
Vickie went over to Rickie.
"Hi, wanna dance?"
They went out into the crowd on the floor. Kristi danced with Bruce. Both boys were dressed in their school uniforms, the white shirts, blue bow-ties, and blue slacks.
Vickie danced close with Rickie, pressed her pleated skirt at the boy. He responded immediately. His little cock leaped to a hard erection. Vickie rubbed slowly against it. The lad trembled with the ripe, young cheerleader in his arms.
"Wanna sneak out of here for a few minutes and have some fun?" Vickie whispered.
She led him back to the punch-table and hooked up with Kristi and Bruce. They sneaked out of the gym when the nuns weren't looking and Vickie led the group to the church. They entered the silent, rustic-smelling old building.
"Why are we going to church?" Rickie asked. "It's the only place we can be alone," Vickie answered, and led the boy to a pew.
They sat down. Kristi and Bruce sat down in a pew just behind them.
Then Kristi got cold feet and fled from the church.
"What's wrong?" Bruce asked. "Did I say something or do something?"
"She's just scared," Vickie answered. She slid her hand over to Rickie's crotch and massaged his prick through his slacks. "Come up here and sit with Rickie and me, Bruce."
He sat down on the other side of the lovely cheerleader. Then the three of them sitting in the pew began to play with each other.
Vickie took their pricks out. Rickie's was hard as a bullet, little, maybe five inches, and Bruce's was bigger, fatter, and she fisted both their cocks in her hands and played up and down on the throbbing young stalks.
She slid down on the edge of the pew so her cheerleading skirt skipped back up over her blue tights.
"Go ahead, play with my pussy," she urged the boys.
They both reached between her legs, two hot hands groping, feeling, rubbing the sweetheart's bulging cunt, playing their fingers over her dark blue bloomers, making her pussy wet. Vickie spread her legs so they could have a good go at her pussy, and she played with their pricks, which made the boys hot.
"I don't know if we should do this in church," Rickie said.
"Yes, we should," Vickie said.
A sweeping feeling of joy had gripped her. Her stomach looped. She kit lightheaded with both cocks in her hands and the boys rubbing her cunt. She loved the feeling of the delightful moment.
Bruce's cock splashed out a load of cum so quickly it took Vickie by surprise. Then she felt the thick goo drip down in her hand, saw the wad splat against the front pew, she stabbed faster and harder on the lad's squirting cock. He humped his ass off the pew and moaned loudly.
She had a beat going as she pounded the cocks, and Rickie's hard bullet-cock, a pointed head, expanded at the top. He shoved his hand hotly into her tights and fingered her pussy as he came. A thick stream of cream poured from the hard little cock.
Vickie jacked wildly on the boys pricks. Cum showered the pews.
"Vickie, oh, Vickie!" Rickie groaned.
And just then Mr. Graves walked in the church, strode up to the pew and said sternly, "And what, may I ask, is going on here?"
Both boys jumped up and took off running. Then the teacher smothered a smile as he looked at the stunning cheerleader laid out on the pew, looking so appealing in her little uniform.
"I saw you sneak out with those boys so I followed," he said, sliding into the pew beside her?
He took her in by his arms and pulled her tightly to him, kissed her passionately and thrust his hand deep into her blue bloomers, found her pussy-hole all wet and sticky, then shoved his finger into the softness and began finger fucking her as his tongue snaked into her mouth in a smoldering, blissful, slobbering kiss.
Vickie reached over and found the spike pushing up against his slacks, the big long hard prick, and she ran her palm back and forth along the immense length of the shaft which pounded under her touch.
The teacher dug his hand down in her panties. He slipped two, three fingers into her blonde cunt. Vickie broke away from the kiss gasping, excited as he was.
"Oh, Mr. Graves, you're such a nasty man!"
"And you're a nasty little girl, aren't you?" he whispered.
Vickie unzipped his fly and pulled out his pulsating prick. She fisted the massive stalk, shuddering to the feel of the burning hard cock. "Yes, I am," she whispered. "I'm a nasty little girl!"
Then she ducked down on Mr. Graves' prick and sealed her sweet, pink lips over the tip of it. Her double ponytails, tied with bright red ribbons, swung like pendulums as her head bobbed up and down on the top part of his cock, sucking the stiff rod, her lips puckered prettily around the throbbing stalk.
"Oh, baby!" the teacher gasped. "Baby, baby, baby!"
He managed to keep his hand in her bloomers, fingering her cunt, and lifted his other hand to her head and caressed her blonde ponytails.
Vickie bobbed up.
"Should we fuck sir?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes, my darling, yes! We should fuck!"
"Right here on the pew?"
He took her down, laid her back on the pew so that Vickie was spread back. He took her bloomers down and threw them to the hard floor. Vickie threw one leg up over the back of the pew and placed her foot on the floor. She was all spread out for him, and he mounted her. His foot-long cock spat and spurted juice on her thighs.
"Oh, sir, you're gonna fuck me in this pew, aren't you?"
"Damn right!" He unbuckled his slacks and took them down with his shorts.
He guided his thick cock, flat on top and bottom, wide in the girth, fisted the mammoth prick and delivered the spitting knob to the edge of Vickie's spritzing cunt.
"Whoo," Vickie gulped.
Mr. Graves pushed the apple-shaped head into the delighted cheerleader's slick pussy. He felt the suck of her cunt-lips tighten around the tip. He shoved.
"Phew!" Vickie sighed in a hot rush of air. He humped his ass high above her and slammed down. He pulled up, and then slammed down again. Whack, whack, whack, he pushed his prize prick in and out of Vickie's cunt. She was shaken by the wild jitter that flitted through her, like exclamation points pounded out on a typewriter. A sweet harmony balanced and embraced her as the hard cock fucked her pussy.
She threw her arms around her teacher and lifted her head off the pew. She smooched his lips, kissing, cuddling her tongue against his.
Her leg hung over the top of the back of his pew. Her other leg was spread wide, foot to the floor. She looked absolutely marvelous, her cheerleading skirt up around her waist, her blue I knee socks, the blue and white tennis shoes. Her chest heaved at the tight sweater.
"You're the most beautiful girl in school, Vickie!" Mr. Graves whispered.
"Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you!"
She banged her lovely ass off the pew, threw her hips in a wild frenzy at the bull-cock filling her.
"I've been in love with you since the first day I saw you!" the teacher blurted.
This confession surprised Vickie, but it also thrilled her. She reached down between them, slid her fingers into the wet action so she could feel the hot slide of his lewd, big prick squishing in and out of her teenage cunt.
"Oh, God... you love, me, sir?" she panted.
"Un-huh," he mumbled.
His humping stroke picked up speed now as he fucked up and down like an oil well, a huge cock drilling the fabulous cheerleader. He snuggled one arm under her neck, he thrust the other under her and clasped her ass with his hand. He got a good grip on those fabulous asscheeks, and then stuck a finger up her asshole.
"Whoo, you dirty bastard!" Vickie sobbed, lost in a daze of swooning delight, trembling and shivering with the tingle of the surging cock sticking and poking her pussy.
"You little fucker!" the teacher panted.
"Nail my pussy down, sir! Fuck me!"
Shamelessly, there on the pew in the church, he fucked the young girl. His prick slid in and out of her randy pussy like a stiff piston. Vickie loved the sloppy click-and-slick sound the shaft made as it slurped back and forth in and out of her young cunt.
Vickie threw both legs around the fucking teacher, horse-shoed her knee socks around his thighs and banged her fine ass in sweet pearly thumps off the pew. She took all of the teacher's spitting, fucking cock. He kissed her as they fucked. Their lips met in a wild French-lick, tongues slapping. Passion boiled. The fucking was hot. Vickie steamed. The teacher oozed with excitement. They came. His prick bloated and spewed a long, hot load of cum in her pussy. It was as if someone stuck a shaving can up her cunt and pushed the button. Thick, white cream rained into her cunt.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the bubbly wad of cum fire into her gooey cunt. "Shit, Mr. Graves!"
He shoved his finger farther up her ass and banged his cock hard, filling her pussy with a frying load of cream. Vickie came with him, a wild crisis, a passionate orgasmic satisfaction, a joyful frenzy shuddered through her.
"God dam!" she shouted.
"Oh, how good!" Mr. Graves moaned, collapsing on top of her, panting, gasping.
They lay like this on the pew, entwined, their juices hot and flowing, enjoying the sweet afterglow of their delicious fuck.
It was Kristi who interrupted them.
"I can't believe you're doing it on a pew," she whispered. "We screwed in the vestibule with Father Murphy. He fucked you in there," Vickie said. "Father Murphy!" Mr. Graves said, surprised.
Kristi slid into the pew and stood over the two fuckers.
"Yeah, well I'm ready to screw here too. I saw the two of you fucking. I slipped back in. I've been across the aisle. I'm so damn hot. I need to fuck."
She pulled Mr. Graves off Vickie. She stood there, leaned against the back of the next pew, pulled up her cheerleading skirt, yanked down her panties, took them off, stood back up, hiked the skirt again, and spread her legs.
"Now, fuck me!" she cooed.
The teacher stood up. He humped down, spread his legs, and leveled himself with the girl. She grabbed his limp cock and played the shaft into an erection.
Vickie sat up behind them. She stuck her tongue up Mr. Graves' asshole.
"Jeez!" he whimpered.
Her hot little tongue made his cock as hard as brick.
"You girls are magnificent!" Mr. Graves panted hotly. He pumped and pumped his bulging prick into Kristi's clutching cunt. "I love that tongue up my ass!"
"Just go on and fuck us, sir," Kristi piped. "We love to fuck!"
And there, in between the pews in St. Mary's Church, the teacher fucked his big brick-prick into Kristi's cunt as Vickie twiddled her tongue up his asshole.
All three were panting, whimpering with delirious joy.
Chapter Eight
Vickie and Kristi had been at cheerleading practice and had come back into the school to get their books from their lockers. They met Rickie and Bruce.
Both girls looked delightful in their school uniforms. Vickie had her hair in the familiar double ponytails, and Kristi this day had her hair slicked back tight on her head to a long braided ponytail held every two or three inches by a colorful rubber-band. Their white sweaters were deliciously filled with their teenage tits, their legs golden brown in the maroon knee socks, their thighs luscious below the tiny blue pleated skirts. Both boys had on their uniforms and were happy to meet the girls.
"Can we do something?" Rickie asked sheepishly.
"Now what would you want to do?" Vickie cooed sexily.
"Well, you know... fuck, maybe." As they walked down the hall, Vickie stopped. She bent over the keyhole to a classroom, the room she'd seen Father Murphy up on the desk fucking Sister Mary Helen. They were in there.
She saw Father Murphy kissing Sister Mary. He had her black habit around her waist, and she wore white panties and black stockings that were rolled tightly around her thighs. She had on low-heeled black shoes. The big white windmill hat she wore was tipped back with her head as the priest kissed her and dug his hand into her panties.
"Wanna see something hot?" Vickie asked. Kristi took over the keyhole. She gasped.
"Oh, my God! Father Murphy and Sister Mary Helen!"
The boys then had a look, and the four of them began taking turns peeking through the keyhole, watching as Father Murphy took the nun's panties down, thrust his hands into the thicket of black hair between her legs and fingered her pussy.
"Jeez!" Kristi whispered. "He's feeling her cunt."
The boys both had nice hard-on's. Vickie unzipped Rickie's fly and pulled his prick out. She knelt down there in the hall and kissed the burning head. The boy moaned lowly. Vickie ducked in and out on the five-inch prick and gave it a good suck.
Kristi took the cue and took Bruce's prick out, then pulled it to her skirt and dry fucked on the stiff shaft, rolling her hips lubriciously against his hard cock.
The students were getting hotter and hotter and had stopped watching the scene in the classroom. They were too intent on their own satisfaction. Kristi pulled up her blue skirt and rubbed Bruce's piping prick on her pink panties. The door to the classroom banged open.
"You impudent little students!" barked Father Murphy. "Come in here immediately."
The four students walked into the room. Sister Mary Helen gazed passionately at the young pricks sticking out of their blue slacks.
"Now, look at this, Sister. What should we do with students who are so impudent?"
The nun was excited. Father Murphy's cock bulged against his black pants. Vickie reached out and grasped it. She squeezed the priest's erection, brought him under her power, pulled up her blue skirt and showed him her tight, white panties as she rubbed his rising passion.
Suddenly Sister Mary Helen was on her knees sucking on Bruce's prick, and she had Rickie's in her other hand, pumping on it. Her big white top-hat bobbed in and out as she gobbled the young boy's bristling hard-on.
Vickie unzipped Father Murphy's fly and took out his huge cock. She played her hand along the length of it. He breathed hotly.
"Oh, my dear," he gurgled as he watched the nun suck the boy.
Kristi flipped up her skirt and pulled her pink panties down around her knees and held her skirt up around her waist. Bruce stuck his finger in her pussy.
"Let's all fuck," Vickie said.
"Yes, by all means, let's do!" Father Murphy muttered.
The nun was bobbing her head, the big white nun's hat, back and forth, in and out on the boy's prick. She jacked hotly on the other lad's cock.
Father Murphy took Vickie down to the floor. She lay back in her school uniform. He stripped down his black pants, took off all his clothes except his black top and the white collar, and he lay over her, his cock wiggling like a fish out of water.
Kristi yanked Bruce away from the nun's finger-fuck, pulled him around, grabbed his cock and went down on it. Her teen lips scaled around the hard shaft.
The nun sucked Rickie. She gave him a holy blow-job. The boy couldn't believe what was happening. Sister Mary Helen was actually on her knees before him, on the floor sucking his hard cock.
Father Murphy's cock punched into Vickie. Kristi sucked Rickie. The nun sucked Bruce. Then Sister Mary Helen drew back, took the student's cock out of her mouth and licked her pink tongue off the pulsing head. She lay back on the floor and threw up her black habit, the long dress.
Bruce took her panties down, revealed her massive cunt, all that black hair, and he stood over her in sheer awe. She smiled at him. He dropped to his knees, bent over and lapped his tongue against her pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned.
Bruce tasted his first delicious piece of pussy and he flagged his tongue lewdly at the nun's big pussy. She howled with delirious delight, pushing her chubby hips off the floor to meet the boy's probing tongue.
Then Bruce got upon his knees. The nun's face was flushed red. She panted heavily. She reached for his cock, got the shaft in her hand, and pulled him down on top of her, guiding the head to her tremulous cunt. Bruce pushed in and she sighed breathlessly.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, fuck my pussy!"
Bruce needed no further urging. He pumped furiously on the nun, bouncing up and down, and the slap of their skin made better music than a symphony.
Father Murphy and Vickie lay next to the fucking couple, lost in their own moment of ecstasy. His big cock plundered her schoolgirl cunt. She threw her legs around the priest, pulled him tighter to her and fucked up off the floor to meet his wild thrust.
Kristi took Rickie down on the floor. She got up on her hands and knees in a beautiful pose.
"I want you to lick my asshole!" she gasped. "I really wanna have you do that!"
So Rickie licked between her asscheeks with his tongue, himself on all fours behind her. He slurped his tongue up her tight ass crack, and then twirled it against her asshole.
"Jeez! Yeah!" Kristi yelped. "Oh, yeah, like that!"
And then it was a fucker's paradise in the classroom, the students, the nun, the priest, all enjoying the fruits of forbidden desire, all thrilling to the electric tingle that shivered their bodies in heated frenzy. They moaned, panted, fucked.
Finally, Rickie left off licking Kristi's ass and plunged his cock between her legs and dog fucked her.
The floor was a bed of pure pleasure.
Chapter Nine
Vickie was in her cheerleading uniform. The baby-blue sweater pulled so salaciously around her popping, juice-ripe tits. The sweet white skirt pleated out in a blue hem thrillingly high on her marble-smooth thighs. The maroon knee socks, the white tennis shoes this time accentuated her beautiful legs. Her hair was in lovely double ponytails, bobbing up and tied with two bright white pieces of yarn, slapping down on the sides of her head. Her blue eyes sparkled. Her cheeks glowed burnt-orange with just a hint of blush. Her luscious young lips were colored cherry-red with suckette lipstick, the sexy lips, so succulent and inviting.
She was adorable, beautiful, a magnet, and Mr. Graves was the paperclip. He came around I the corner of the hallway after school, just as Vickie was headed to the pizza parlor to meet the other girls before the game, and he bumped into her.
"Oh, Mr. Graves!" Vickie blurted, and then she felt the out line of his big horse cock press against her tummy. He did not move, but stayed close like that, and his cock thumped with jerking beats as it lifted to an enormous erection that brushed against the girl's little skirt.
"Vickie," he whispered, "I've been thinking about you." His hands roamed over her lush hips, back around and caressed her chubette ass. Vickie shuddered as the riptide of excitement swelled within her. She could smell her teacher's after shave lotion, and the intoxicating aroma weakened her.
The teacher pinched his fingers lewdly into the soft fleshy curve of her ass. He stuck one hand under her skirt and played his fingers over her tight blue bloomers, one finger finding the sweet crack of her ass through the satin material.
"But, in the hall, sir?" Vickie piped.
"No, no, that would never do!" he gulped. "Quick, in here, in the classroom!"
He took Vickie's hand and led her into the room. He closed the door and took her in his arms. His lips greedily found hers, and he kissed her with a tremulous shiver, his tongue licking over her fresh lipstick. His hands once again went to her ass. He fluted his fingers under her skirt and tugged at her tights until he had them down around her thighs. Then his hands clutched hungrily at Vickie's charming ass.
"Oh, honey, your ass... your ass is magnificent!" the teacher panted.
These were very sweet words to the young girl, and she liked the way he said them, with such an intensity, with a trembling passion.
Mr. Graves stuck a finger up her whole.
"Whewww!" Vickie moaned. "Ooof!"
She clutched at Mr. Graves' cock, found his fly, unzipped it, reached in and yanked out his long cock. She gasped at the size of the hard shaft. She unbuckled his slacks and they dropped around his shoes. She pulled down his shorts. All this time he kept a finger in her ass. His cock stood like shining steel. Vickie grasped the shaft, squeezed and watched the big head thump and spit a bubble of cum. The footlong prick delighted her. She was wild with passion. Her heart beat wildly.
Mr. Graves kissed her again, and they stood near the desk in the classroom kissing, holding, fingering. When the kiss was over, Mr. Graves' cock was harder still and big gobs of cum clung to the tip. Vickie dipped over, bent down and licked the head, slithered her tongue over the top and around. She kissed it, and ate off the cream as the man moaned with a delirious delight.
As she sucked his cock, he reached out, got a hand under her skirt, and shoved a finger in her cunt. She fucked in and out as Vickie ducked down on his cock, still bent over from the waist, holding his prick with both hands as she sucked the head.
"You wanna fuck, don't you?" Mr. Graves gasped.
Vickie pulled back off his cock and clasped the shaft in her palm. She rubbed the spitting, thumping head on her rosy cheek and gazed up longingly at her teacher. She manipulated his prick all over her face, and licked the tip.
"Yes, I'm dying to fuck!" she answered.
He pushed her down on the floor. She lay there, a ripe delight. Her pleated skirt rippled over her navy blue tights. Mr. Graves knelt down between her legs and removed her tights and bared her sweet pussy. He bent over and licked the curly hair. His tongue snaked up and down her cunt.
"Oh, yeah!" she mumbled.
His cock wavered, wobbled, and he fisted the throbbing staff. He pointed it at her pussy and shoved the head into the slick softness as he lowered his body over hers.
"We'll have to make it quick, Vickie," he breathed hotly.
"Just fuck me, sir!"
The penetration of the cock into her teenage pussy sent a shiver of satisfaction through her.
She humped her hips off the hardwood floor to meet his thrust. His naked ass bumped up and down. Vickie threw her arms around him and moved her hands down to feel the curve of his ass. His big balls, heavy and hot, slapped against her marvelous ass like two hard lemons. His cock piped in and out of her cunt in long slow strokes. She thumped her asscheeks back and forth off the floor.
He thrust one hand under her so he could feel that fabulous ass, got a finger up her ass and fingered her assbud in time with the slide of his prick. Vickie flopped her legs around him, her knee socks high.
And then they fucked furiously, the teacher and the student in her cheerleading uniform. His cock thrilled her the way it slid so easily, so gracefully in and out other quivering cunt. She felt the burning head like a lit light-bulb inside of her. The expansion of the thick cock filled her pussy.
"You're beautiful!" he huffed. "I love you!"
"Oh, sir! Do you really? Do you love me?"
"Yes! And I love to fuck you! You're the best cunt in the world, Vickie!"
"Goddam, sir, do it then! Fuck my cunt!"
He buttoned her lips with a wild kiss. His pumping stroke became fast, hard, battering as he banged up and down on top of her, his ass high. She took all the big cock, thumping gasped, puffed, huffed, and panted in little girl moans as he filled her full of cream. His cock erupted violently, splashing a thick load into her cunt.
Vickie was shaken and gripped by the tremulous pleasure of her own climax, and she bumped and bounced her little chubby ass off the floor and fucked back at Mr. Graves' huge cock, making it continue to spill out his hot load.
"We must try to fuck every day, darling!" he whimpered, as he collapsed on top of her.
"Yes, sir... every day!" Vickie sobbed.
CHAPTED TEN
The school formal dance excited Vickie. She had never worn a formal before, and she looked darling in her new formal. It was a pure, crisp baby-pink satin formal of a cancan fantasy dress. The star-struck pink hemmed out in satin ruffles just below her knees, and the sequined, lace bustier whipped tightly around her tiny waist, wrapped deliciously tight against her precious baseball tits that gave a hint of bulge at the strapless top. Her bare shoulders and arms, tanned butternut-brown, were a perfect match for the dazzling pink.
Vickie had accepted a double date with Kristi and a boy named Paul. Vickie had been asked by a senior boy at the school, a tall lad named Troy.
Troy had a car and he picked the girls up, then the four of them drove to the school gym, for the dance. Kristi was stunning also. She wore a whispery taffeta formal, all white with sequin trimmed bodice and sparkly lace hem. The hem went all the way to her shoes.
Vickie walked with Troy to the gym. Her pink high heels clicked on the sidewalk. Her hair was long, swept back on the sides, a pink ribbon in the back.
The dance had just started and the band was playing.
Kristi said, "Oh, there's my dad. He's a chaperone tonight."
Mr. Sears walked over. He was forty, tall, lean, and handsome. His sandy hair had no gray at all, and his face was handsomely alluring.
"Hi, everybody," he said.
They exchanged greetings and he went to the punch bar with them.
"I guess I should have the first dance with my daughter," he said, then whisked Kristi out to the dance floor.
They danced and came back. "And now you, Vickie. We'll dance, okay?"
"Well, sure, Mr. Sears," Vickie said, and then walked with him to the floor.
The band struck up a slow ballad. Mr. Sears took Vickie in his arms. Her pink satin formal crushed against his hard, masculine body.
"You look terrific tonight," he commented in a low whisper.
She thought she felt Mr. Sears pull her tighter to his body. In fact she was sure he did, and then she felt the hint of an erection rise against her.
Golly, she thought.
She moved ever so slightly against the thumping prick, rolling her hips like a smoke ring against the handsome man.
"Yes, very good! You look very good!" he said.
Yes, very hard, he's getting very hard, Vickie thought.
A tingle raced through her, because she loved the way men got all hot for her. "I've been noticing you since school started, since you started visiting our house and coming to see Kristi," Mr. Sears whispered.
"You have, sir?"
"Mmmmm," he mumbled, sweeping her off to the side of the gym, over in the dark shadows. His cock throbbed against her formal. They danced slowly. His cock curled and rolled against Vickie. She gushed in her pink panties under the formal. Her pussy pushed on his muscular thigh.
"I want to kiss you so much!" Mr. Sears blurted.
"Oh, sir! I mean, you're Kristi's daddy and stuff!" Vickie whispered, surprised by his outburst.
"I want to, though." He trembled. "Better not. Not here. Maybe at intermission."
"I better not," Vickie teased, but she rolled her hips lightly on his big hard prick.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars, Vickie," he gulped.
"Huh?"
"I'll pay you a hundred dollars."
"Gee!" Vickie gasped. The thought of getting a hundred dollars to kiss the handsome man excited her.
"Well, maybe we could kiss, sir,"
"At intermission. I'll meet you. Where?" he stammered.
"Gee, I dunno. We better not get caught," Vickie said.
"No, that's for sure," he said. "Well, no one will be over in the church tonight, we could meet there."
"The church?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well... yes... I suppose that is a safe place," Mr. Sears whispered. "Okay, I'll meet you in the church at intermission."
"A hundred dollars?" Vickie said, looking up into his handsome face. She saw desire there.
"Yes," he said quickly.
She knew Mr. Sears was wealthy, but a hundred dollars was a lot for a kiss, Vickie thought.
She returned to her date, to Kristi and Paul. She danced with Troy several times, figuring all the time what her excuse would be to get away at intermission and meet Mr. Sears for a kiss.
When the band broke for intermission, Vickie went to Kristi.
"Look, I'm not feelin' well. Kinda dizzy, upset stomach. I'm gonna go to the girls' room, then for a walk outside... just for a few minutes."
"Jeez, I'm sorry," Kristi said.
"Oh, I'll be okay. This happens a lot with me. I know how to handle it, will you tell Troy, explain it, then I'll meet you all back here?"
"Sure."
Vickie went to the bathroom, slipped out, up the back stairs and out of the gym. She walked in the moonlight to the church.
Mr. Sears was already there, standing nervously behind the pews. Vickie walked in. He held out a crisp hundred-dollar bill. She took it, put it in her pink purse, and he took the pretty schoolgirl in his manly arms and kissed her sweet lips.
Vickie pushed her fine hips into the man's hard cock. His tongue wagged in her peppermint mouth. He licked it over her sweet, pink lips, touched his fingers to her pink-blushed checks.
His lips were warm, tender, passionate. One hand slipped down the tight bustier in back, then ruffled into the satin pink formal. He felt her beautiful little ass through the satin, kit her panty outline, garter-straps, cupped the exciting feeling ass.
Mr. Sears pushed his other hand behind Vickie and fanned both on her ass, squeezing, rolling, palming, feeling the magnificent young curve.
They were both trembling. Vickie's panties were sticky, gummy wet at the crotch. Mr. Sears pulled her formal up, gathering it in big pink ruffles.
"Better not," Vickie whispered.
"Oh, let me," he panted, so hot and desirous that his voice shook.
"Huh-uh, you just said a kiss."
"I'll give you another hundred dollars," he gulped, "just let me get in your panties."
"Oooh, wow!" Vickie sighed, mostly to herself.
Why not? She thought. Why not? She liked the thrill and excitement she felt.
"Okay, you can get in my panties then," she whispered.
"Hold your formal up," he said.
Vickie kept the formal up on her waist, revealing to the passionate older man, her white garter-belt, the white straps tightly connected to her nylons, her delicious pink panties, her pink high heels. She was a picture of seductive loveliness, a gem, a pearl, an adorable princess.
Mr. Sears took his wallet out and fished for more money. He gave her five twenties, put them in her purse for her and set the purse on the floor.
He gazed at her lovable charms, saw her sandy cunt puff out the crotch of her panties. He reached out and rubbed.
"Oooh, your pants are all wet, darling!" he mumbled, his hand sliding in and out between her legs, his fingers feeling the puffy magnificence of her teen-queen cunt.
His other hand dipped down into the top of her bustier, pushed it low so her tits popped out.
He caressed them tenderly.
Vickie looked down, watched his hand play on her panties, saw his stone-bone cock spiking his slacks.
"You're all hard and stuff," she cooed, then reached out and gently gave his prick a sweet schoolgirl squeeze.
His hand dipped into her panties, his fingers sucking into the sandy blonde shape of her cunt. It was all gooey, creamy, juicy. He stuck a finger in her pussy, slicking in like her cunt was a hot buttered muffin.
"Oooh, Mr. Sears," Vickie purred.
He looked down into her pink face, her loveliness, then kissed her. She squeezed harder on his prick. They stood at the back of the church in a hot embrace, a lover's swirl of heated passion.
The older man had never been so excited. At that moment, he would have done anything for the pretty girl. His hand jiggled and jimmied in her pants as he finger-fucked her. His eyes stared into hers.
"Take my prick out and play with it!" he whimpered.
"Should I?" Vickie teased.
"Please!"
"Now, sir. You know we shouldn't be goin' this far and stuff, I mean you got your hand in my panties and stuff, and..."
"Take it out, please!"
"But."
"I'll give you more money later," he gulped.
"I suppose I could just feel it for you," Vickie said, unzipping his fly.
She worked her little hand inside and found his turgid erection. The stalk was as thick as a lemon. She had trouble getting the spurting prick out, but finally succeeded in yanking it from its claustrophobic prison.
She looked down and saw a big, fat, snub nosed cock that had to be a good nine inches long. It felt like a big, juicy hunk of meat in her hand. It was hard as rock, and the stalk was smooth and slick.
Vickie underhanded his prick and squeezed then slid her arm in and out so her hand jerked the thick prick.
His finger danced in her pussy.
"Oh, darling!" he cried.
"Jeez, Mr. Sears! And you're Kristi's daddy too!" Vickie admonished.
"And I'm madly in love with you right now!" he panted.
"You are?"
"Yes, darling, yes! Madly in love with you, Vickie!"
"Jeez," she whispered, her hand jerking faster on his cock.
Vickie liked the way his hot finger made her feel, the way he fucked it and screwed it into her cunt.
"I wanna fuck you!" he blurted. "Ooooh, jeez!" Vickie shivered, excited by the word fuck, thrilled by his passionate voice. "Here, now?"
"Yes."
"Fuck?"
"Yes, Vickie. Fuck."
"I don't think we better, Mr. Sears, besides, I gotta get back."
"Oh, please, we can do it fast."
"But jeez, sir, my formal and everything."
"I'll give you more money."
"To fuck?"
"Yes."
"Well... I..."
Vickie squeezed his cock. A spurt of jizz spat from the big cockhead and splashed onto her pink panties.
"Okay," she whispered. "Where? Right here?"
"Ah, uh, well..." he stammered.
"Should we fuck on a pew?" Vickie offered.
"Ah... maybe over on the side over there, along the side of the pews, on the floor... so if someone comes in they won't see us."
"Okay," Vickie agreed.
They walked around the pews, down the aisle at the side and stopped.
"Here," he said. "Let's fuck here."
"On the floor?"
"Yes, sweetheart," he said. "You get down and pull your formal up."
Vickie went down to her knees, then she lay back, hiked her formal, raised her ass, pulled it up in pink satin ruffles above her hips. She lay back, her nylon legs in a V, her garter straps tight and shiny. Her panties were wet and creamy at the crotch.
Mr. Sears dropped his slacks and shorts. His cock wobbled and throbbed. He knelt down. His hands yanked Vickie's panties down. He took them off and laid them on the floor beside her. Vickie's scrumptious pussy looked good.
He leaned down and kissed her cunt. "Ooooh!" Vickie sighed. "Sir!" His tongue slicked her cunt. He planted a big open-mouthed kiss on the quivering pussy, then he sucked the delicious mount.
"Ooooffff!" Vickie whimpered. Then he lifted off. He mounted Vickie. His cock slapped at her thighs. He found her cunt and shoved in.
"Mmmfff!" Vickie grunted. "Ohhh, honey!" he sighed.
He started a slow fuck-pump, his naked ass humping up and down, his fat prick plugging her pussy.
He kissed Vickie. She kissed back. He slid a hand under her ass, between the hardwood floor and her asscheeks. His balls slapped wildly at her fine ass.
"Oh, darling!" he sighed.
"You're fuckin' me, Mr. Sears!"
"Yes, yes!"
"Ooooh, jeez, sir! On the floor and stuff!"
"Yes, yes!"
Vickie loved the feel of his cock in her cunt, and she loved the way he fucked. He was good. He knew how to fuck. His strokes were like precision piston pushes. Vickie cocked her legs, her knees up, wide apart, her pink heels flat on the floor. Mr. Sears pumped up and down. "Oh, Mr. Sears!" Vickie cried. She thumped her ass up and down, bumped and bucked under his marvelous fucking. His fat prick filled her pussy so good that Vickie thought she'd faint.
"Oh, sir!" she gulped. "You're fuckin' me right here next to the pews!"
"I know!"
His fuck-stroke was liquid, professional. He took the young girl to a new towering pleasure.
She wiggled and writhed below him, pumping up to his slashing, sawing prick.
"I love you!" he whispered. "I love fuckin' you like this?"
"You know! Oh, you know we shouldn't be fuckin!" Vickie sobbed.
"Yes, we should! I've wanted to fuck you since the first day I saw you! I've never been more attracted to a female!"
"Oh, sir! Sir! Fuck me then! Go on, fuck me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you good!"
"Fuck me good, Mr. Sears!" Their bodies slammed and slapped at each other. His balls spanked her ass. She wound her legs around him. She looked up into his handsome face. His mouth was open. His eyes were like lasers of love. He fucked faster, harder.
"Oh!" Vickie cried.
"Jeez! Ah-ah... Aahhh!"
"Now we're goin' good, fuckin' good, Vickie!"
"So good!" she babbled. "Fuckin' soooo gooood, mister, mister, Mr. Sears!"
"Fuck hard back to me!" he instructed. She pumped and humped. He humped and pumped. Their fucking made a thud thud thud thud sound on the wooden floor.
His prick billowed and pumped out his load. A slopping, hot-shot of cream gushed into Vickie's sweet little cunt. Her body stiffened under his thunderous thumping, his manly good fucking, and she oozed into an amazing climax, a tingle that shot through her fine young body like a vibrating pleasure-tickler.
"Ooooh, ohhh, shit!" she yelped. "Oh, shit!"
His cock poured cum into her tight biscuit-cunt. Vickie had never been fucked like this. She never knew she could feel so good. He seemed to have a way about fucking, a way of using his body and his cock to make a girl want to scream.
Her formal was sliding on the floor. She was a satin doll, and Mr. Sears humped her along side of the pews, their bodies moving sideways, back and forth as they shuddered and shook with their astounding orgasm.
Vickie finally tickled beautifully through her climax, but Mr. Sears kept up his methodical pumping.
"No, no more fuckin'!" she whispered.
He kept humping.
"Mr. Sears, we gotta stop now! I gotta get back! So do you!"
"I don't wanna stop fuckin' you... ever!"
"That's real sweet, sir. Oh, that's so sweet," Vickie said.
"I don't. I wanna keep fuckin' you."
"But we can't, Mr. Sears. We gotta get back. We'll get in trouble."
She adored the way he made her feel, the way he fucked, and how his big cock pleasured her pussy. He kept a slow, slurpy ride going, his cock still sucking up and down, in and out.
"Okay then!" Vickie gasped. "Okay then... fuck me again. But hurry up, Mr. Sears. Hurry, fuck me!"
He picked up speed again. His ass hammered faster. His cock smashed in and out. His whacking balls went back to work. Vickie squirmed under him, lost in a dizzying trance, a complete void of delight.
"I love you so much!" he cried.
"Oh, Mr. Sears!" Vickie bawled, completely his now.
He hammered her like a machine. It was a hard, jabbing stroke. Vickie tried to keep up, but finally slumped back on the floor, spread her legs out wide in a big V, and let him drill her.
She felt his cock surge.
Another load of cream jetted into her pussy. Streams of cum pissed into her. Goobs of jizz drooled out of her pussy and trickled down her thighs. She lay back and let her climax take over. An ecstatic rapture harmonized her, whizzed through her. She stiffened and tried to lift her head to yell, her mouth was wide open. Mr. Sears sealed it with a hot kiss, and they came together, slamming up and down on the hardwood floor of the school church.
When the flood of passion had subsided, they lay together in a hump of flesh. Vickie wiggled off to the side. She picked her panties up.
"I'm just full of your juice, sir," she whispered, pulling her pants up.
He stood and adjusted his clothes.
"You are a remarkable young lady," Mr. Sears said.
He whipped out his billfold and handed her some cash.
Vickie went to the back of the church and got her purse. She hurried across the schoolyard to the gym. In the moonlight she could count the money Mr. Sears had given her.
"Four... five... jeez, five hundred dollars... just for fuckin'," she whispered.
Chapter Eleven
"Where have you been?" Kristi asked.
"We've been looking for you."
"I went for a walk."
"Do you feel better now?"
Vickie smiled. "Oh, yes. Much better, where are the boys?"
"There, over by the punch bowl."
"They mad at me?"
"I dunno."
"Let's dance with 'em."
Vickie and Kristi went to their dates. Vickie took Troy's hand and led the young black haired youth out onto the dance floor. She pressed her satin formal against him. Cum squished in her panties.
"I'm sorry I was gone so long. I wasn't feelin' so good," Vickie whispered, rolling against the boy.
"You okay now?"
"Fine, just fine," Vickie smiled.
Didn't take long to smooth that over, Vickie thought, impressed with the way she had with men.
They finished the dance and returned to Kristi and Paul. Mr. Sears was back and he stood with them. They all drank punch, and Mr. Sears looked hotly at Vickie.
"I'd like some punch. Troy," Vickie said, as Paul and Kristi went out for a dance.
Now she was alone with Mr. Sears.
"When can I see you again?" he whispered. "Soon, huh?"
Vickie smiled, sexily.
"As soon as possible, okay?"
"You wanna fuck again?" Vickie cooed.
"Oooofff, you make me so damn hot!" he puffed.
"Goooood!" she purred.
"Darling!" he muttered.
"You're gettin' a boner, look." Vickie nodded at his crotch.
"I can't help it," he goggled.
"You're a naughty guy, sir," Vickie teased, looking so pretty in her pink formal.
"And you're a naughty girl," he retorted. "You wanna fuck again, huh?" she whispered.
"You damn right!"
"You gonna pay me five hundred dollars again, Mr. Sears?"
"You damn right!"
"I could sneak back to the church sometime tomorrow night," Vickie whispered.
"Could you?"
"Yes."
"What time?"
"After dark, like when no one's around."
"Say like seven or eight?" he asked.
"Yeah, maybe we better make it even later, they leave it open all night."
"Midnight?"
"Okay, I'll have to sneak away from home, but if you wanna."
"I wanna fuck you, that's all there is to it," he gulped.
"Okay, midnight, tomorrow," Vickie agreed.
Troy walked up.
"Here's your punch," he said. She smiled, took his hand and they strolled off into the dark, neon-lit gym. When the dance ended, Kristi and Vickie went to the girls room.
"Should we let those boys play around?" Kristi asked.
"I dunno, wanna?"
"They wanna go out to the lake and build a bonfire, have some beer. Lots of kids are goin'," Kristi said.
"Sure, if you wanna," Vickie agreed. After the dance, they took Troy's car and drove to the lake and met up with some students. They built a bonfire, and the kids started roasting wienies and marshmallows and drinking beer.
Vickie couldn't get the handsome Mr. Sears out of her mind. She had experienced a lot of sex lately, but the way Mr. Sears had made her feel, the way he had fucked her, had taken her to a new place of pleasure.
She had three beers and stood round by the fire, next to a circle of cars. Troy hung close to her.
"Wanna go for a walk?" he asked.
"Sure," Vickie said.
They left the group of students and walked along the lake shore, near the flapping waves. Vickie took her heels off and walked barefoot on the sandy shore. They could see the glow of the fire, hear the laughter of the students off in the distance.
Troy stopped and took Vickie into his arms. Then he kissed her.
Vickie felt the boy tremble as they kissed, and she moved against him, swayed with the limbs of the trees that were being rustled by a light wind off the lake.
"Gee, that was... was..." Troy finally gulped.
"Was what?" Vickie whispered.
"Nice."
"You liked that kiss, huh?"
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled. They stood, still pressed together, and Vickie felt the outline of his thumping prick pushing at her like a loaded gun.
Vickie puckered her thick, pouty lips and kissed him again. He trembled again.
"I really like you!" he panted. "I can tell!" Vickie cooed. His hand dropped behind her and caressed her fine ass, a quick flourish, then he pulled back.
"Go ahead, you can feel it," Vickie said.
"Oh, can I?"
"If you wanna."
"Oh, I do!"
"Then do it!"
He did it. He cupped her ass, explored the exquisite curve through the slick satin. Vickie reached down and rubbed his hard prick through his tuxedo pants.
"Oh, Vickie!" he whimpered.
"You can pull my formal up if you wanna," she suggested.
He didn't waste time. His hands went down, he bent over, and he lifted the pink hem, flipped the cancan skirt up on her waist.
Vickie unzipped his fly. She took his teen hard prick out. He gasped as her hand grabbed the six-inch cock. He slid a hand down between her legs, felt her squishy pants.
"Like that, Troy?" she whispered.
"Uh-huh!"
"Why don't you pull my panties down and play with my cunt?"
He gulped and worked her pants down on her nylon tops.
"You ever fucked, Troy?"
"No."
"We can do it, if you wanna."
"I do, I do!" he choked.
"We'll have to stand up. I can't get sand all over my formal and stuff."
She pulled his cock to her pussy. He humped down, knees bent. She plugged him into her goopy cunt. He sighed and heaved a hot pant of pleasure. Vickie bumped her hips in and out, fucked on his hard prick. He caught on quickly and started to fuck her back. They stood on the beach, two young lovers on prom night, fucking beautifully in the moonlight.
The waves lapped the sand. The wind whistled in the trees, and Vickie and Troy bumped and pumped at each other slowly, fucking like young lovers should on a prom night.
Vickie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed Troy. He slid his arms around her waist and brought his hands down to the smooth flawless globes of her chunky ass.
Troy screwed at her bumping hips. Vickie felt his prick surge. A hot slush of cream spilled into her already gooey cunt. She let him spit the total eruption, fucking at him as he came.
He moaned lowly. He pumped harder. Vickie came. She wanted to yell with joy, but instead she bit her lips and fucked back to his battering pump stroke with wild, wicked swirls of her hips.
Their good, sweet fucking was now in harmony with the slurping weep of the waves from the lake, big gushing whitecaps that foamed at their feet with a sensual slurping sound, just like the slushing noise of their joyful fucking.
Chapter Twelve
At eleven-thirty the next night, Vickie readied herself to meet Mr. Sears again. She tingled with anticipation. He was going to pay her another five hundred dollars to fuck. The thought of all that money, and the five hundred he'd already given her, excited the darling lass.
She stood in front of her bedroom mirror. "I'm not only takin' over that damn school, but I'm makin' big money, and I'm gonna get an all A transcript from St. Mary's or someone's gonna be sorry."
But Vickie had St. Mary's and all her experiences at the school on the back burner of her young mind. Right now she was interested in one thing Mr. Sears. She didn't know why, but she was attracted to him. And certainly the wonderful way he made her feel had a lot to do with her affinity for the handsome, older man.
Down the street, a few blocks on the other side of the school, Mr. Sears prepared to meet Vickie. He knew he was taking great chances rendezvousing with the lovely girl, but as he combed his hair, he felt a tinge of hot pleasure buzz through him.
"She's the best lookin' thing I've ever seen in my life," he whispered, talking to himself. "And her body, that incredible little body of hers... the way she's so open about sex. I've always wanted to meet a woman like Vickie. Does it matter that she's so young?"
He pulled on an expensive jogging suit, satin, all red uniform, white tennis shoes, and slipped out of his big mansion quietly. Both Kristi and his wife were in bed.
Vickie wanted to look good for Mr. Sears. She slipped into a tight, cunt-sniffing pair of pink, hipster panties. They hugged her hips, crunched her cunt, rode high on her hips, and had tiny ribbon of white lace around the top.
Vickie admired herself in the mirror. She liked the way the pink panties muffined her crotch. She chose a sexy bra, a seamless, front close, under wire bra made of pretty, stretchy pink spandex. It shimmered softly with the bulge of her lip smacking tits.
Then she pulled on a white sweater, a tight short, faded blue jeans skirt, and added pink shoes.
Vickie sneaked through the house, out the back door, and started walking toward the school. She found Mr. Sears waiting for her on the steps of the church.
"I'm so happy you came," he whispered.
Vickie smiled.
He took her little hand in his and squeezed. "I've thought about nothing but you since the last time," he said.
"Yeah?" Vickie said, looking up into his handsome, rugged, manly face.
"Right," he said.
"Did you think about us fuckin' and stuff?" Vickie whispered.
"Yes!" he gulped.
"Wow!" Vickie blurted.
He clasped her close and kissed her. "Not out here, sir," she gulped.
He led her to a clump of bushes around to the side of the church.
They sneaked into the bushes which made kind of a little tent.
"Jeez, in the bushes, Mr. Sears?" Vickie whispered.
"Yes, yes!" he panted.
He pulled her to him, kissing her again, feel big her precious, young body flat against his, feeling the fine lines, running his hands along her hips, down in back where they clutched her gumdrop ass. He pinched his fingers into the jello-soft cheeks.
Vickie felt his cock inflate against her belly. She moved sexily against him.
He broke their kiss.
"I'm wild about you!" he whispered.
"You wanna fuck in these bushes, sir?" Vickie said.
"Yes."
"Jeeeez!" she oozed, liking the roll of his hard cock on her as she moved and swirled against him. "Down on the ground, on all them leaves?" Vickie mumbled.
"Yes."
He took her to the ground.
They were on their knees, kissing. He pushed Vickie back onto the bed of leaves.
"Gosh!" she exclaimed.
He worked her skirt up, caressed her thighs, then bent over and licked his tongue on the crotch of her panties. His long tongue slathered and lapped.
"You better take 'em off if we're gonna fuck, sir. And don't forget, you said you'd pay me another five hundred dollars, too. Okay?"
He lifted off, reached in his pocket and took out a fold of bills. He pressed the money into Vickie's hand. She slid it down into her shoe.
Vickie lifted off the ground so Mr. Sears could take her panties down. He left her jeans skirt up in fluffy ruffles around her waist. She lay back on the leaves, spread her legs and waited.
Mr. Sears stood up, dropped his jogging pants, then ripped down his shorts. He tossed the garments on the ground near them. He was nude except for his jacket. His cock glistened in the dappled moonlight.
He got down on Vickie, hovered over her. She felt his prick throbbing on her thigh. A spit of cum juiced out. Then Mr. Sears fisted his cock and shoved the pig-nosed cockhead into Vickie's pussy.
"Mmmmfffff!" Vickie huffed.
"I'm in there!" he sighed, then started a slow pump-fuck.
"Gee, sir! You're gonna fuck me on the ground!"
"Yeah. I been thinkin' about it!"
"You been thinkin' about me since the night of the prom?"
"Yes, Vickie!"
His cock drilled her pussy. His ass humped up and down.
Vickie writhed on the ground under him, fucking back, teasing him with slow rolls of her hips.
"We fucked good that night, didn't we?" Vickie said.
"Oh, yes! We fucked good, darling!"
"Do you like to fuck me, Mr. Sears?"
"Yes, Vickie, yes!"
"I like to fuck you too, sir."
He humped faster. He fucked harder. His cock slicked in and out of her pussy in a sweet slush-stroke. Vickie had her feet on the ground, knees up, but spread apart widely, and she swung her hips back and forth, in and out, to meet the constant pounding of Mr. Sears' simmering prick.
He slid an arm under her neck, got the other under her waist. Now they were fucking good. Vickie wrapped her arms around his manly shoulders.
"I love you!" he panted.
"Cause I'm a good fucker!" Vickie purred. "I just love you! I love... I just... I never met anyone... I mean..."
"Oh, Mr. Sears, you do love me, don't you?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, shit, yes!"
He hammered up and down on top of her like cardboard flapping in the wind.
"You like to fuck me, that's what you like, Mr. Sears!"
"You damn right, Vickie!"
"And you pay me too?"
"I wanna pay you!"
"Oh, sir!"
"I'd give you anything!" he huffed.
Vickie knew she had him now. She fucked as good as she knew how, bumping wildly on the ground under the pumping man.
"Anything?" she cooed.
"Yes, I wanna marry you."
"But, Mr. Sears, you're Kristi's daddy. You already got a wife."
"I want you."
"Marry me?"
"Marry you and fuck you forever!"
He came.
His cock felt like a thermos jug in Vickie's cunt. She bucked under him. He blew off his load. A river of hot, steaming cum flew into her cunt. Vickie twitched, then felt it, felt that glorious feeling of climax.
"Oh, Mr. Sears!" she screamed. "Oh, sir! On the ground and stuff!"
"Vickie! Vickie!" he gasped, his body slupping up and down.
They climaxed together, a humping mass of delicious love melding together on the ground in the bushes. The moonlight reflected off their fucking bodies.
When the torrents of desire had simmered down, they lay together in sweet repose.
Vickie felt so satisfied. Mr. Sears had made her feel good again. He was still on top of her, his prick still hard in her pussy, still squirting gumdrops of cum.
She moved ever so slightly under him, her bare ass rotating on the grass.
"Wanna fuck some more, Mr. Sears?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"And I you wanna marry me?"
"I love you!"
"You said you'd give me anything?" Vickie purred sexily.
"For what?"
"Marry you. Fuck you."
Vickie swirled her young hips at his thug-like cock, her arms wound around his neck. She craned her sweet head up and looked into his handsome face. He stared back at her lovely youth. They kissed their lips tender, loving, wet and slurpy.
"I know, I know," he said, "but if we could just fuck until you get out of school, then I can get a divorce and marry you."
Vickie thought about the eleven kids in her family. How she'd like to get out of the brawling, bawling mass of humans, find some peace of mind.
"You wanna go steady with me now? Is that it, Mr. Sears? You want me to be your steady fuck?"
Mr. Sears' thick prick slicked and licked a trick in Vickie's pussy. She wiggled up to him, her feet on the ground, legs in a big V. Mr. Sears was saddled up on top of her, a humping, pumping machine.
"Yeah, I want you to be my steady fuck!" he gulped.
"Oooooh, sir!" Vickie cooed. "Gosh... I never had nobody tell me that."
"I want you to be my steady fuck, Vickie."
"Mmmmm!" Vickie mumbled, rotating her ass up off the ground, grinding on Mr. Sears' hot slushing cock.
"My steady fuck," he repeated.
"I can't fuck no-one else?"
"No! No, you can't!"
He humped faster. His balls slapped her ass with sweet smacks. His cock pummeled her I pussy. Vickie bounced now underneath him, her ass thumping the solid ground.
"I better not," Vickie teased.
"Oh, you've got to. You're the most gorgeous... an, the sexiest... I mean, you're everything I've ever wanted... you got all the things I like."
"Like? Like what, sir?"
"Oh, your fine body, your sweet lovely body, your miracle ass... it's just right, just perfect. Your tits, just right. Your face... Oh, Vickie. Vickie!" His ass humped in the moonlight. He had Vickie pinned to the ground. She put pressure on her feet, tried to push up to him, but his battering stroke kept her down.
"I'm gonna cum!" Vickie cried.
"Do it, Vickie! I'll fuck you good while you cum. I'll keep fuckin'!"
She shuddered, writhed on the grass, the ground, and the leaves. Mr. Sears hammered at her. She kept cumming and he kept fucking, his slick tubular pipe.
"Honey!" he whispered.
She was in a dizzy swoon. She loved to come. She couldn't think of anything better than cumming.
"I love it!" she sighed, brilliantly vibrating beneath the lovesick man.
Chapter Thirteen
Mr. Sears had Vickie on her hands and knees now, and she looked delicious to him bent over with her jeans skirt crumpled up on her waist, her sweater up around her shoulders, her tits bulging over the top of her bra, her pretty pink shoes. He took her panties from the ground, hung them on a bush, then brushed the dirt and leaves from her ass.
"You gonna fuck me some more, sir?" she purred, looking back over her shoulder.
"Yeah, from behind."
"Oooooh," Vickie whispered. He wiggled up to her on his knees, humped down and set his cock between her thighs. The big plug pushed into Vickie's cunt.
"Oooooff!" she exclaimed.
"Awwww, honey!" he sighed.
"Whew!" Vickie blurted as Mr. Sears racked back and forth in a fucking hump-pump. "You said you'd do anything, sir," she whispered, "if I'll be your steady fuck?"
"Anything!" he huffed.
"Like what?"
"I'll set up a bank account for you, a savings account. I'll deposit money in it every month, and you can use it anyway you want to."
Vickie undulated, swirled, rotated her lovely young hips, bucked her ass back at his sliding prick.
"A bank account, gee."
"Yes, for you sweetheart?"
"How much?" Vickie asked.
"How about if we start with me putting ten thousand dollars in account for you?"
Vickie almost fainted. She knew Mr. Sears was rich, but ten thousand dollars was a fortune to her. She rolled her hips wickedly.
"Fuck me Mr. Sears!" she screeched.
"Is that a deal?" he huffed.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "I'll be your steady fuck, sir!"
"I'll set up an account for you tomorrow. You call Commercial Bank, check with them. You'll have to sign an account card."
"Oh, you promise, sir?"
"I promise. And YOU?"
"I promise too, Mr. Sears."
"And we'll fuck all the time, Vickie."
"Yeah, fuck all the time, fuck on the ground and stuff like we're doin' now, huh?"
"Fuck all over, everywhere, anytime, okay?"
"Yes, fuck anytime. Like now, like the way you're fuckin' me now."
"You darling bitch," he blurted.
"Mmmmmm!" Vickie murmured.
"Honey, baby!" he cried, bumping faster and faster.
"But I can't marry you," Vickie said. "Not now anyway, but I'll still put money in your account until you do."
"Okay," she sighed, then let him give her a hot, hard fuck there on the ground until they both shivered and simmered in the brilliance of the moonlight, both excited and pleased with their fuck-pact.
The next morning Vickie awoke early. She wondered if Mr. Sears had been telling her the truth about the account at the bank. She couldn't wait to call, but it was too early. She dressed for school in her uniform and walked to the first class of the day.
The deal with Mr. Sears had her excited all morning. She stayed away from Kristi, her other friends, and spurned the advances of Mr. Graves.
At noon she went to a pay phone in the hall and called Commercial Bank, the savings department.
"Hello, this is Vickie Holt. I wanted to check on my account."
"The number?" a voice said.
"It was just opened. I don't know."
"Just a moment."
There was an interminable wait, at least it seemed so to Vickie, before the voice came back on.
"Miss Holt?"
"Your balance is ten thousand dollars. But you have to sign account cards. May I send them to you? Just sign them and send them back and the account will be operable we will send you an account card, passbook, and your number for the many automatic tellers we have around the city. They're available twenty four hours a day for withdrawals."
"Yes, send the cards and stuff," Vickie said. She was trembling when she hung up the phone. Ten thousand dollars! And the thousand dollars Mr. Sears had already given her. Vickie felt rich, important, loved, special.
She finished school and walked home. She looked darling in her blue pleated skirt, white sweater, maroon knee socks, and her blue and white saddle shoes. Her sandy-blonde hair was parted in the middle, pulled to two sweet ponytails that were tied with red ribbons and bobbed at the sides of her head.
A big black Mercedes pulled up beside her. It was Mr. Sears.
The window slicked down.
"No one's looking. Get in," he said. Vickie hurried into the car.
He took her hand, and they drove.
"Did you check your account?" he asked. "Yes, sir."
"Well?"
"Gee, there was ten thousand dollars for me, sir!"
He smiled.
"Thanks, Mr. Sears!"
His hand slid up on her thigh and felt the smooth skin under her school skirt, the blue pleats. He lifted the little hem, flipped it back over Vickie's yellow panties.
"Mmmmmm, looks good!" he said. "Does it, my panties and stuff, sir?"
"Uh-huh."
Vickie saw the bulging erection fighting the crotch of his slacks.
"You're gettin' a boner, sir."
"I know, I know!" he gulped. "We've gotta go somewhere and fuck, okay?"
"Yeah!" Vickie said.
Mr. Sears drove to a bluff overlooking the river. He stopped the car and they got out. He leaned back against the fender of the car and pulled Vickie to him. She pushed in and they kissed. Mr. Sears inched her schoolgirl skirt up from behind and finally cupped the cheeks of her ass with firm hands. The feel of the little globes made his cock throb against Vickie.
Vickie rubbed against him, she moved lightly on the roll of his hard cock.
"We gonna fuck out here on the car, sir?" she whispered.
He picked Vickie up. He turned her around. He sat her up on the fender and took her panties down. Her skirt plopped up behind her. Her pretty legs hung over the fender. Mr. Sears went down on her.
His tongue feathered into Vickie's cunt.
"Ooooooh, lickin'!" Vickie whispered.
"Mmmmmm!" Mr. Sears mumbled.
"Eatin' my cunt!" she babbled, loving the tingle of satisfaction that his tongue sent through her as it whizzed the silt of her delicious pussy. Her legs twitched, her knee socks rubbed on the fender. She leaned back on the hood, pushed her pussy out to the edge, and Mr. Sears gobbled at the tasty muffin.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, ooooh, sucker!" Vickie whimpered.
Vickie shook her head with pleasure. Her ponytails wobbled, the red ribbons jiggled. Her thick lips hung open. She looked down and watched Mr. Sears smooch her cunt.
"You're gonna make me do it!" she whimpered. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Mmmmmmmmm!" he mumbled.
"I'm gonna!" she warned again, then stiffened, almost fell off the fender, shuddered, and let Mr. Sears suck her into paradise.
"You're suckin' me off!" Vickie sighed, then did slide off the fender.
Mr. Sears was up. He dropped his pants and shorts. He fisted his prick and rubbed it all over her juicy pussy. Vickie watched. She saw him manipulate the big head on her cunt lips, then he pushed it in.
"Ahhhhh, ooooooh!" she sighed. "You're in again Mr. Sears!"
"You're my steady fuck," he panted.
"Are we gonna fuck like this every day after school sir?"
"Whenever we can darling."
He pumped her into the fender. Her bare ass was plastered to the car. He pushed hard. Shoved all his prick into her cunt.
"Ah, gosh!" she gulped.
"Feel good, honey?" he sighed.
"You know it does, Mr. Sears! I like the way you fuck me!"
"And I love the way you fuck, darling girl, my sweet little fucker."
"You're the fucker, sir!"
"My sweet steady fuck!"
"That's me sir!"
"Lets get up on the hood and fuck some," he suggested.
"Golly!" Vickie exclaimed. "The hood, right up there in broad daylight, huh?"
"Yeah."
"You're so nasty, Mr. Sears!"
"You're nasty too, darling. Sweet and nasty!"
They got up on the hood. She lay down. He mounted her, and there on the hood of the Mercedes they sealed their love pact one more time.
What Vickie was wondering as she bounced up and down, the bright sun in her face, her ass slapping and slamming the hood of the car, was just how much money the sweet Mr. Sears going to give her.
What she thought was if he didn't give her enough, there were was of really making him pay.
She smiled, wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders and fucked wildly.
"Boy!" she gulped.
"Good, huh?" Mr. Sears whimpered, his naked ass getting a good sunburn.
