Pay For Play Cheerleaders 2.

Nancy started to pull her white vest together. “I guess I better go now.” “Oh, please! Not yet!” Mr. Milton begged. “Well, my friend Chrissie is waiting for me in the cab.” “But just a few more minutes,” he said. “No, I better –” “I’ll give you some more money.” “Well, how much have I made so far, sir?” “Over a thousand dollars.” Nancy was astounded. “Well, if you wanna give me a bunch more, I suppose I could stay for a while.” “Done,” he replied. “Sit down in that big chair by the door.” “Okay.” Nancy sat down in the chair, deep leather, a big black chair. Mr. Milton went to her. He dropped to his knees in front of the chair. He pushed Nancy’s legs apart holding her knees. He reached up and unbuttoned her cheerleading skirt in the back. Nancy lifted up. He pulled the zipper down. He slid the skirt under her and took it down. Mr. Milton reached up, took off her white vest. Nancy’s tits sat atop the bra like two skinned cantaloupes. He threw the vest to the floor with the cum-drenched cheerleading skirt. Nancy sat plushly in the chair. Mr. Milton kissed along her thighs, his tongue licking the marble smoothness. He thumbed her panties, pulled at the elastic waistband. “I wanna take your panties down, okay?” “Well, all right. Take ’em down then. You’re already pullin’ on ’em,” Nancy said, looking down at him, enjoying the passion etched on his rugged, manly face. She lifted her slick ass off the chair. He pulled her bloomers down, slid them along her legs to her ankles. Nancy lifted her tennis shoes off the floor, and Mr. Milton took the white tights off, dangled them lovingly in his hand. Quickly he brought them to his mouth and tongued on the inside of the crotch. “Whew! Jeez, oh wow!” Nancy exclaimed. “Should you be lickin’ my panties like that, Mr. Milton?” “Yes.” “Wow!” He slid between her legs. His hand held her panties. He licked along her thighs, his tongue squiggling up toward the bushy nest of teenaged paradise that beckoned him. His tongue slid into her pussy. “Oh, jeeeeeeeeez!” Nancy whimpered, sliding down on the chair, her legs wobbling apart, a huge opening for Mr. Milton’s bent-over body. He had his face fastened to her cunt. He kissed, licked and sucked. Nancy squirmed above him, whimpering, whining, enjoying another new thrill. “Sir, sir! Sir, you’re doin’ that! Jeez, you’re down there suckin’ my honey!” “Mmmm, mmmm! Yes, yes — suckin’ your honey!” Mr. Milton sputtered. “That feels good, sir! Jeeeeez, that feels good!” He stuck his hands under her teen-queen ass, cupped her asscheeks and lifted. He munched greedily on her pussy. Nancy slid farther down in the chair, her ass hanging off the edge, her supple body glimmering as she lay back, chin tucked in, eyes and mouth open in explicit rapture. She watched Mr. Milton suck on her sweet snatch. His long, wet tongue slavered on the muffin softness, the brown fuzzy cunny, sloshing, licking like a dog going at a bowl of red meat. Nancy shimmered with goose bumps. He clutched her cheesecake ass, cupping the slick cheeks with curved palms, long smooth fingers. She lay supine and beautiful, clad only in her blue kneesocks and her blue-and-white tennis shoes with pink shoelaces. Mr. Milton’s tongue slobbered salaciously at Nancy’s delicious pussy, and the tingles of ecstasy shivered the pretty girl, made her jiggle. She clutched her tits and played with the big orbs. Mr. Milton’s tongue zeroed in on her clit, found it, nipped the button, and a shudder flushed through Nancy. “Ahhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooh!” she sighed, rolling her hips, pushing her pussy into the man’s face. His tongue nibbled her clit, then he sucked the quivering tip into his mouth and nibbled gently with his teeth. “Ah! Oooophh! Jeez!” Nancy howled with delight. A sluicing slush of pleasure slivered through her. She came. That wonderful, slow ripple of climax sent a river of hot tickles flooding through her. “Oh, ooooopphhhh!” she sobbed, rubbing her titties, swirling her hips. The good-feel showered through her. “Ah — gaaaaawwwwdddd!” she screamed. Mr. Milton devoured her clitty, and Nancy gave one final tremor, then, fell back panting on the couch. Mr. Milton licked slowly now, sucking lovingly, until the darling girl had stopped shaking and lay catching her breath. He lifted up, still on his knees, and moved between her legs to her wide V. He fisted his cock and pointed the dripping pricktip at Nancy’s cunt. “Listen, you’re not gonna put that big peter in me, are you?” Nancy panted. “I want to.” “No!” “I wanna fuck you, Nancy.” “What!” “I wanna fuck you!” “I never been fucked, Mr. Milton!” “Well, don’t you wanna try fucking?” He stroked his prick, then leaned over and kissed her tits, rubbing the spurting head of his cock on her thigh. Nancy could see how hot he was as he lifted back up again. Passion masked his face. “Are you gonna give me more money if I let you fuck me, sir?” “Yes, of course I am!” “Well, just for a minute then, okay?” He moved in, plugged the tip of his prick into her slushy pussy. “Oooh-uuuhhhh!” Nancy babbled. The heat of the throbbing fuckstick felt good in her tight cunt. He began a slow pump. His cockhead slicked in and out between her cuntlips. “Now we’re fuckin’,” Mr. Milton gasped. “Yes!” Nancy huffed. “Fucking to paradise.” “Yes, fucking!” Nancy whispered, watching the slow glide of his cum-soaked prick. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Nancy?” “Yes, Mr. Milton!” He pushed in a couple more inches of cock. “Oh, shit! Shit!” Nancy howled. Then came a knock on the door. They did a quick freeze fuck. “Who is it?” Mr. Milton called. “It’s Chris, Nancy’s friend. Is she there?” “Yes!” Mr. Milton gasped. “Well, can I see her?” Nancy reached over and turned the doorknob. Chris walked in looking pretty, sexy and hot in her blue-and-white cheerleading uniform. Then she saw Nancy and Mr. Milton fucking. “Gawd!” she shrieked. “You guys are … you guys are …” “Fucking!” Nancy exclaimed. “No shit! Jeez!” Mr. Milton pumped his ass. Chris watched. Nancy felt marvelous with that big prick stuck in her cunt. Mr. Milton smiled. “Take some pictures of us, Chris. There’s the camera.” “Gee, should I? Huh, Nancy?” “Sure, I guess, if that’s what Mr. Milton wants.” Chris got the camera and focused it in on the fucking duo. She snapped off a picture, then moved closer, took two more, moved back, got one of Nancy’s face, then a close-up of his cock and her cunt, finishing the roll of film with several wide-angle shots of the loving fuckers. She set the camera down, unhooked the back, slid the film out, hid it in her hand. She closed the camera, then went to her purse and dropped in the roll of film. She turned and watched Mr. Milton fuck Nancy. She stood near the chair looking down at them. “Come closer and pull your skirt up, Chris,” Mr. Milton begged. “Huh?” “I’ll kiss your panties.” “Jeez!” Chris looked at Nancy. “Go ahead, let him. He’ll pay you, won’t you, Mr. Milton?” “Yes, I’ll pay you, Chris!” Chris moved in close to him and lifted her skirt. He sloshed his tongue into the crotch of her white bloomers, licking and flapping. “Take your panties down and I’ll lick you.” “Should I?” “Sure,” Nancy replied. Chris pulled her panties down, lifted her skirt again, and Mr. Milton ducked out to the side, leaning as he fucked Nancy, and slashed his tongue wildly at Chrissie’s little pussy. Chris sighed. “He’s lickin’ your cookie, Chris?” “And he’s fuckin’ yours!” “Oh, yeah! Fuck my cookie, Mr. Milton!” “Eat my cookie, Mr. Milton!” Chris echoed. Nancy felt his prick bulge in her pussy. He came, shooting a hot load into her. Nancy got dizzy. She felt another climax grip her. The whole scene thrilled Nancy. Seeing Mr. Milton lap at Chrissie’s cunt, watching his cock fuck in and out of her pussy, seeing the look on Chris’s face, made her flutter with excitement. As Mr. Milton poured his load into her cunt, Nancy shuddered joyously with her orgasm, loving the way it lifted her above everything, out-of-the-world. “Oh, jeez!” Nancy cried. Chris looked down and saw how Nancy’s face was twisted with pleasure. She rolled her hips, hands on her waist, skirt up, pushing her pussy at Mr. Milton’s flagging tongue. He reached around Chris with one arm and clasped her little round ass. He stuck a finger up her asshole. “Ahff!” Chris yelped. “He’s got a finger up my butt!” She came. “Oh, hey! Ahhhhh!” Chris yipped, lifting her chin and swirling her hips salaciously. Nancy knew one thing. She had made a lot of money, and as she trembled down from the height of her climax, she sighed deeply with pleasure.

Chapter 5

“Well, how much did you get?” Chris whispered as the girls rode home in the cab. “I haven’t even counted it, but it’s way over a thousand dollars. Can you believe it?” Nancy answered. “Yeah, you aren’t kiddin’. He gave me a hundred dollars.” “You aren’t gonna tell anyone about this are you, Chris?” “No, no way.” Chris smiled. Nancy got out at her house, a small stucco duplex six blocks from the high school. She went in. Nancy’s mother was home from her waitress job. She lay on the couch in an old robe, asleep, an empty gin bottle on the floor. The TV set was on. Nancy turned it off and went to her room. Nancy counted her money. She was elated. To get so much money for having so much fun was exciting. She smiled to herself, undressed, took a warm bath, then went to bed. All night she dreamed about squirting cocks … Big juicy pricks spurting plush plops, gloppy blobs of cum. Huge pricks shooting streams of thick cream … hot hard-ons throbbing, bulging, the cockheads big as polished apples. The next morning she awakened hot and creamy. Her hand slid between her legs, and she fucked herself with her finger, making herself cum. She took another bath and dressed in tight, faded blue-jeans that clung to her fine body like cellophane. She slipped on a pretty pink sweater, tied her hair in a long ponytail with a pink ribbon. Her hair was parted in the middle and banged out across her forehead. She blushed her cheeks, then added a thick swash of pink lipgloss. Under her attire, she wore pink panties and bra. She added a pair of pink tennies with white laces. The darling schoolgirl looked stunning, adorable … good enough to eat, and she knew it. At school, Nancy found Chris who also had on a light-blue pair of jeans … And if Nancy thought her jeans were tight, Christine’s were so snug it looked like she might have been sucked into them, and the faded denim curved and clung to the precious curves of her juicy ass. Her tight, light-blue sweater pulled in on her titties. Chris with the perfecto ass, and Nancy with the big titties, walked down the hall at Valley High. “Jeez, is that guy gonna see you again?” Chris asked. “Yeah, he said he’d call me.” “He must be real rich.” “He says he is.” “He must be,” Chris said, “to part with all that money.” “I know.” “Doesn’t it excite you … I mean that he’d pay us to play?” “Yeah, exciting!” They passed Mr. Towson, the English teacher, a tall handsome man who had sandy hair, glasses, a very masculine face and body. “You know about him?” Chris whispered, pointing. “No.” “I heard he’s got a cock big as a fence post.” “Oh, come on!” “Well, not that big, but I hear he’s really hung.” “Really? “Let’s tease him,” Chris said, “Turn him on, huh?” “How?” Mr. Towson was just a few steps past them. Chris bent over the water fountain, turned on a pissing spray of water, then looked over her shoulder. “Hi, Mr. Towson!” He stopped, turned and eyed her ass, the pudgy, puffed-up asscheeks gloved salaciously by her tight jeans. “Oh, hello, ladies.” Chris arched out her ass, then bent over and took a drink. She turned back around. “We were wonderin’ what we’re gonna talk about in Lit class today.” “The Elizabethan period,” Mr. Towson replied. “Mmmm.” Chris smiled. “Can you give us some notes before class, sir?” “Uh, yes, of course. Come to my office.” Chris smiled as she tugged at Nancy’s arm. The gorgeous girls followed the handsome English teacher to his office. They went in. The walls of his office were stuffed with books. His desk was piled with papers, lecture notes, books with dog-eared pages. “Oh my, it’s a little messy in here,” he apologized. “We don’t care,” Chris said. “Right, Nancy?” “Naw, we don’t care, sir.” “Well, let me see now,” Mr. Towson said, sweeping his arm across his desk, sending the messy papers and books tumbling to the floor. “Sit down, girls, sit down.” There were no chairs in the cluttered office. Nancy laughed. “Uh, we’ll just stand here by the desk, you sit in your chair.” “Yes, yes, ah, lemme see, oh yes … the Elizabethan period, the reign of Queen Elizabeth. The poetry of the period is what we will be concerned with. The poetry of Donne, John Donne, the themes, the fact that during this period the people believed that each time they had sex, reached a sexual climax, they lost a day of their life, that sex burned up their life … so consequently much of Donne’s poetry deals with this, in his early writings. Much of the poetry was divided between should we have sex and should we not have sex.” Chrissie moved closer to him. He was paging through a fat book of English poetry. Her shoulder touched his. Her sweet perfume wafted over him. Nancy moved in on the other side and got close, letting the point of one of her big tits punch into his bicep. “Ah, ammmm, yes. Well, an interesting period in English literature indeed … Andrew Marvell’s poem about his lady’s girdle is most unusual, how he wished he could enfold his sweetheart as tightly as her ribbonish decoration.” “Gee,” Chris whispered. “Wrote about her girdle, huh?” Nancy said. Mr. Towson wiggled in his chair. Nancy looked at his crotch. So did Chris. They saw there the lifting of an incredible erection. How could the poor man help but get hot? Trying to do his job, educate the youth of America, school them in the liberal arts, and to have two darling girls, beautiful students, pressing into him like bookends, sent a shiver of thrilling excitement through him. “Ah, yes, to her girdle. Well, it’s a beautiful poem.” “We’ll be sure to read it,” Chris said. “Yes, I shall lecture about Marvell at length.” Nancy looked up at Chris. Chris looked down at Mr. Towson’s erection, now ballooning up as a bulging curl against the crotch of his gray slacks. His prick was so hard, so big, that there could be no way anyone could not focus on the throbbing lift. Nancy saw Chris push closer, rub her fluffy tits against his arm. Nancy did the same with her huge tits. They both watched as his cock thumped in delighted response. “Ah, yes, will that be all, ladies?” “What’s that in your pants, sir?” Chris cooed. “Ah, well! My, my!” he said, looking down. “Uh, ahem, a most embarrassing occurrence.” “Yeah, what’s that?” Nancy asked. “You’re all hot and stiff, Mr. Towson!” Chris exclaimed. “He really is!” Nancy chirped. “Ah … well …” “You got a hard-on, sir?” Chris asked sexily. “I apologize, girls. A most distressing circumstance … I –” “Why don’t you show it to us?” Chris said. “Yeah, we’d like to see it, Mr. Towson. Your boner there.” “Now, now, a little decorum here, girls.” “Let us see it?” “That would be impossible, out of line.” “Why?” Chris asked, her hand going to his thigh, her fingers playing there. “Well, ah … you are students. You’re too young for –” Chris smiled. “I’m eighteen, so I’m old enough for anything.” “Still, I …” Chrissie’s hand went to his crotch. She rubbed her palm along the curling stalk of his immense erection. “Whew!” she whispered, then found his fly and struggled with the zipper. “Now, please, young lady …” But Chris had his zipper down, unbuckled his belt, opened the slacks, but when she reached in to get his cock, she couldn’t get it out. It was too big! “Holy shit!” she whispered hotly. “I can’t pull it out!” “If you insist, I’ll have to take my pants down,” Mr. Towson said. He lifted up, and Chris pulled his slacks down. He wore no shorts. “Oh, shit!” Chris barked. “My gawwwwwd!” Nancy screamed. Mr. Towson’s enormous prick flopped out, wobbled like a fat hose. His balls hung from the edge of the chair like two hard baseballs. His prick was thick, like a wrist, very long. The cockhead looked like a spit-shined apple. The stalk shimmered like polished marble. “Sir! That’s … that’s …” Nancy muttered. “Huge!” Chris interjected. Chrissie shivered a hand up and down his bristling prickstalk. “How big is it?” she asked. “I dunno,” Mr. Towson said, but of course he did. Nancy grabbed his cock. Her red fingernails curled around the fat stalk. “Shit! It’s really hard!” Chris saw a ruler on the desk. She lifted it and placed it along Mr. Towson’s prick. The big cock towered past the end of the ruler. “Oh, shit!” Chrissie gasped. “It’s bigger’n the damn ruler … it’s over twelve inches!” “Way over!” Nancy muttered, shuddering with excitement. “Here, I’ll flip the ruler up again … see, it’s like fourteen fuckin’ inches!” Chris gasped. The huge, fat prick spewed out a gob of cum. A hot shot of bubbly cream spit high into the air between the two lovely schoolgirls. “Wow, shit!” Chris purred. The hunk of cum caught the edge of the desk and dripped in a long slick string to the floor. Chris tossed the ruler on the desk and clutched Mr. Towson’s prick with both hands. Nancy got both her hands on it too. “Jeez, we got a real handful,” Chris said. “Now, girls,” Mr. Towson warned. “This is very irrational behavior.” Chris leaned over and planted a juicy kiss on the tip of his kissable cock. “Oh, oh! Oh … now! Now!” he moaned. Chrissie’s tongue licked over his big cockhead, mixing her saliva with his simmering cum. “Shit!” Nancy said, watching, feeling gooshy and hot. Mr. Towson trembled. Nancy leaned over and kissed him, gave him a sweet kiss on his lips, her hand cupping his chin. His tongue slicked into her mouth. She sucked on it. Chris sucked the top of his prick. Nancy broke the kiss, then leaned over and watched Chris. Chris pumped with a two-handed grip, jerking the huge prickstalk. Chris pulled off his spurting prick, her pink lips soaked with thick cum. Now both girls knelt beside Mr. Towson. Nancy licked one side of his fat prickstalk and Chris slurped the other. Hot goops of jizz spit into the air. A goop came down and hit Chris on her forehead. Nancy slicked her tongue fast up and down. Cum flew. A hot blop came down on top of her head. “Cripes!” Chris exclaimed. “His dick is squirtin’ all over us!” “I know, I know!” Nancy gulped. “Girls, this lewd display, this foul oral business must stop!” Mr. Towson howled. His whole body trembled. He reached down and cupped each girl’s plum-tight ass. The girls stood up now, almost as if they had rehearsed it. Mr. Towson rubbed their asscheeks. “My, my what pulchritude,” he whined. “What delightful rumps, girls. You must not wag them in front of me so bodaciously.” Chris bent over and licked a goop of cum from his prick-tip. Nancy followed her, caught a squirting hunk of goo right on the lips. Cum dripped down her chin. Chrissie reached down and got hold of his prick with both hands and started flogging, pumping, whacking his hard-on faster and faster. Nancy couldn’t stand the heat. Her hand slid to the crotch of her jeans and she did a fast hand-shuffle on her pussy. The sight of Chrissie’s hands clutching the big super-prick — her pink fingernails blurring, the bubbling red cockhead, the hot jack-stroke — made Nancy shudder all over with a delicious tingle. Chrissie pounded the huge cock. She hammered up and down. Her face was intent upon her chore, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Mr. Towson’s hands gripped their butts. “You must stop this strumpet activity, girls!” he huffed, his big balls jiggling on the edge of the chair, his cock oozing cum as Chris whipped it. He came. His hands squeezed the girls’ asses. He stiffened. His prick pulsed, the big cockhead bulged. A stream of thick cream spewed straight up. Chris beat his meat until the top half of his prick was like a spurting, wiggling hose. She let go of his prick. The big thick stalk throbbed, then the head of his cock pissed a long spray of cream. “Cripes, shit!” Chris cried. “Looka that! He’s shootin’ all over! Holy … sheeeit!” Nancy rubbed the crotch of her jeans and watched the gigantic prick erupt. “Yeah, squirtin’ all over the desk and stuff!” she whimpered as the sweet simmer of satisfaction slicked through her. A burning hot climax stiffened her, pulled her forward at the waist. She looked down at the goop spurting from Mr. Towson’s cock, then she held her mouth open, and took a splash on the tongue. “Oh, ohhhhhh, girls!” Mr. Towson yelped. “Shit! Shitttt!” Nancy sighed. “Cripes!” Chris gasped, her eyes bugging at the spitting prick. Mr. Towson fell back spent on the chair, huffing, puffing, little gobs of cum squishing out of the tip of his prick, dribbling down the slick stalk. His hands still clutched the girls’ asses. “He musta shot a quart of that stuff,” Chris said. “I know, I know,” Nancy said, leaning on the desk with one hand, recovering her balance. “I’m so hot,” Chris said. “Please, girls!” Mr. Towson choked. “I wanna cum,” Chris whispered. “Take your jeans down, girls,” Mr. Towson suggested. The lovely lassies were quick to obey their teacher, both doffing their blues, pushing them down their gorgeous legs until they gathered around their ankles. Nancy’s little nylon panties, snazzy and snatchy, were snuggled tightly into her crotch. Chrissie’s bright-blue panties curved high on her amazing ass, leaving juicy slices of chunky asscheeks rippling below. They carved into her crotch in a dark-shaded V. “I’d like to take your panties down, girls, since you insist on this wicked plan of yours to seduce me.” “What us?” Chris said, laughing.

Chapter 6

Mr. Towson sat in the chair, his pants still around his ankles, his big cock hanging like a ring of bologna on the edge of the cushion. His eyes took in the girls’ lovely allure, their sweet, radiant teen beauty, Nancy’s fabulous tits — the way her luscious tits heaved against the sweater like two ripe grapefruits. Mr. Towson glared at these big tits with mouth-watering passion. He glanced from girl to girl, at Chrissie’s beautiful ass, her asscheeks, the roll, the curve, the sculptured perfection; and her tits that pushed at her tight light-blue sweater as if they were scoops of ice cream. “Should we let Mr. Towson take our pants down, Nancy?” Chris cooed. “Yeah, if he’ll let us play with that big bull cock again!” “You girls are such teasers,” Mr. Towson moaned. He fell to his knees in front of the chair. He wiggled toward Nancy. His hands slid along her thighs, then fanned behind her, clutched at her ass, felt it, then cupped her asscheeks. He muffled his face into the crotch of her pink panties and licked voraciously. “Ah! Oooooh! Ooooh!” Nancy moaned. Then he tugged at her panties, pulled them down, sliding the slick nylon over the marbled smoothness of her hips, pushing them down to her knees. He kissed her cunt, a sweet pussy that looked like a hot buttered biscuit. His tongue slithered into the gooey softness. He wiggled his big, wet tongue up and down Nancy’s cunt-slit. “Shit!” she howled. “Shitttt, he’s lickin’ — he’s lickin’ my pussy!” A shivering tingle sizzled through her. But Mr. Towson stopped. He wiggled to Chris. He licked his tongue up her thighs, leaving big gobs of spit, then his wide-open mouth enveloped the crotch of her blue panties, sucking, licking. “Cripes!” Chris screamed. Mr. Towson took her panties down, pulled them in a blue roll to the tops of her knees. He spun her around, his hands feeling her hips, then he clutched her ass, cupped her hot asscheeks, spread them and stuck his face into her furry, fuzzy asscrack. His tongue slobbered wildly up and down Chrissie’s asscrack. “Oooohhhheeeee! Ahhhh!” Chris cried. “Oooh, my butt! He’s lickin’ my butt!” Indeed he was. His long, spearing tongue lathered up and down her damp asscrack and sent zingers of tickling sweetness through her. She shuddered, bent over, putting her hands on her knees, just below her panties, then moved each foot so the jeans were stretched. She got her legs as far apart as she could and wiggled her blue-ribbon butt at Mr. Towson. He spiked his tongue into her asshole. “Oh, fuck!” Chrissie yelped. “Ooooh, shit! He’s on my shithole!” His tongue was rimming her with professional perfection, as if she’d sat down on a high-speed drill. The tingle vibrated through her and sent the pretty schoolgirl into a realm of pure pleasure. “Wow!” Nancy gasped. “Jeez!” Chris cried. “I … oh … shit, my asshole! I never felt anything like this. Shit!” “Feel good?” Nancy asked, her finger in her cunt. “Yeahhhh, shit yes!” Chris sighed. Mr. Towson clutched and pinched Chrissie’s ass, and his tongue danced with a furious frenzy on her bugger hole. “Ass-licker!” Chris shouted. “Dirty ass-licker!” “Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” Mr. Towson mumbled, his tongue writhing twirling on her shitter. “Big ass-licker!” Mr. Towson slid his arm between Chrissie’s thighs, his tongue still sizzling her asshole; he pushed through and his hand came out the other side. He crooked his thumb and stuck it in Chrissie’s cunt, then thumbed in and out. “Ooooh! Aaaah!” Chris whimpered. “He’s fuckin’ me now with his thumb!” Mr. Towson gave the girl a thrill she would never forget. She became so hot and passionate, so excited, she tingled into a brilliant climax that gripped her, shivered her, stunned her, giving her an eternity of pleasure. “Ahhhh!” she sighed. “Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Sheeeez!” Her orgasm gripped her, shuddered her. She loved the fine feeling buzzing through her. She stumbled forward and fell against the desk, but Mr. Towson had her cunt buttonholed with his thumb and he kept finger-fucking her. He got his face back in her asscrack, and he tongued her asshole. Chrissie clutched the edge of the desk, quivering like an arrow that had just hit the target. “Oh, shit!” she yelled. “Oh, cripes! That feeeeels soooo good!” Her hands let go of the desk and she shuddered to the floor on her knees, still shaking and trembling. Mr. Towson puffed away and got on his knees behind her. He pressed Chris to all fours as she kept cumming. He put one hand on the top of her ass and pushed down, then he thrust his cock into her cunt from behind. “Eeeeoowwwww!” Chris screeched. “No! Shit! No!” But Mr. Towson had four inches of his slick, thick prick in her teen-queen cunt. He rocked in and out, plunging his hard cockhead back and forth, sawing sweet short strokes into Chrissie’s sucking-tight pussy. “Oh, shit! No!” Chris sobbed, crawling forward on her knees. But Mr. Towson grabbed her ponytail and held it like a leather rein as he slammed into her cunt from behind, his stomach clapping against the curves of her ass. His cockhead slithered in on a thick foamy lather, sliding in and out of Chrissie’s cunt. “He’s fuckin’ me, Nancy!” Chris yelled. “I know it! Jeez, I know it!” “I’m fuckin’ you, little darling!” Mr. Towson gasped. “You are eighteen, aren’t you?” “Oh, gawwwd, shit!” Chris babbled. Slam, bam, fuck-damn, Mr. Towson fucked in a rocking motion on his knees, one hand on her ass, one hand gripping her ponytail, pulling her face upward, chin pointed, mouth open, her body rocking with his, her marvelous ass arched and jiggling in rippling shimmers as Mr. Towson hammered in and out. “Oh, honey!” he gasped, fucking good now, harder, faster, shoving two more inches of cock into Chrissie’s cunt. “Oh, no!” Chris sobbed. “Oh, shit! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me with that bull dick!” “Yeah, fuck her with that bull dick!” Nancy screamed. Nancy fucked her pussy with her finger, bent over at the waist, watching the teacher fuck Chrissie. Mr. Towson humped harder, jiggled Chrissie’s whole body by yanking on her ponytail. She wiggled and writhed in front of him, face upturned, mouth open, panting, yipping. “You bastard!” she shouted. “I didn’t say you could fuck me like this!” “But I am!” “Oh, shit! Go on then, fuck me, Mister Teacher. Fuck me with that big cock! Put more of it in me!” He did. “Oooowwwww!” Chris shrieked. He fucked faster. Chris was in a dizzy tizzy. She swirled her fine ass back at the pumping teacher who kept slicking his cock to her like a greased hunk of sausage. “Big dick! Big dick!” Chris mumbled. “He’s really screwin’ you, Chrissie!” Nancy exclaimed. “Screw me … screeeeewwww –” Then Chris came. Nancy tingled with pleasure. Chrissie shook wildly. Mr. Towson fucked faster. His cock bulged and he sprayed a hot load into her cunt. “Aw, shit … Aw, fuck … All that stuff is shootin’ in my cookie!” Chrissie cried. Nancy stumbled toward Mr. Towson. His handsome face was masked with pleasure as he shot his wad into Chrissie. Nancy pushed her pussy into the teacher’s face. Mr. Towson lapped eagerly at her squishing pussy. Big long slaps of his pink tongue lobbered Nancy’s cunt. Nancy kept cumming. Chrissie kept cumming. And Mr. Towson blew off his load.

Chapter 7

It was early morning at school. A cold wave had blown through River City and a chill was still in the schoolhouse as the big furnaces creaked, rumbled, with their first start-up action of the autumn. Nancy stood in the girls room applying a thick red slash of lipstick to her juicy young lips. She coated her glimmering red lips with a shiny, shimmery look, extra sweet and kissable. Her cheeks were rosy red, and she wore a light-blue sweater, tight and clingy so her titties bulged out and bounced in front like softballs. The little jeans skirt was denim blue and the hem rode high on her pretty, smooth thighs. Her legs were still tanned, and her feet were in white tennies with blue anklets. The jeans skirt wrapped around her fine hips and her plump tight ass like a wet towel. She fixed her bangs so they were straight on her forehead, then she tied up her ponytail with a white ribbon. Thus fixed up, Nancy headed out to class. She walked down the hall. Mr. Dixon, the history teacher, was coming around the corner. He looked handsome and manly to Nancy. He wore a blue tweed sports coat, gray slacks, blue shirt and a dark-blue tie. “Well, good morning,” he said, appraising the youthful beauty of the darling girl. “Hi,” Nancy said. “Little chilly this morning.” “Sure is.” “I know how we could warm up, Nancy.” “How?” “We’ll just slip into the men’s faculty toilet, find an empty stall, and –” “Gee,” Nancy said. “The toilet?” “No one will find us. Everyone will be at their first class. You can cut, and since I don’t have one, we should be fine.” “I better not,” Nancy teased. Mr. Dixon reached in his pocket and pulled out several folded twenty-dollar bills. “How ’bout this? Will you, for this?” He handed the money to Nancy. She took it, put it in her white purse. “Well, okay then.” Nancy and Mr. Dixon sneaked into the faculty men’s room. It was a little bit chillier in the cement darkness of the facility. Mr. Dixon turned on a light, a dull yellow light. The tiled floor sparkled, and the bittersweet smell of industrial cleaner clung to the air. Mr. Dixon led Nancy to a toilet stall. They went in, and he locked the stall door. Nancy looked up at him, her pretty face was as fresh as the early morning. The deep-rose blush on her cheek was enhanced with her own natural blush at the chilliness of the men’s room. Her glistening red lips were slightly open, looking wet, luscious. Mr. Dixon took her into his arms and kissed her. Her fine body, clad in the light-blue sweater, the darker blue jeans skirt, her tennies and sox, a darling teen taste of ecstasy. The teacher’s cock leaped to a hard-on faster than if it had been plugged into a wall socket. Nancy felt the length of his thrumming cockstalk against her. Mr. Dixon gripped behind her and clutched his hands into the rippling luxury of her fine, tight ass. Nancy didn’t know why, but she liked the way older men held her. She loved his manly hands on her ass. Her heart thumped. Her pussy gooshed. She was no longer chilly. She rolled her hips against Mr. Dixon. They broke their kiss and he gulped. “You’re lips are delicious.” “Taste like cheery cherries?” Nancy whispered. “Yes,” he said, bringing his hands around between them, pushing her a few inches away, cupping her titties. “And these big tits of yours. They are so … they … they feel so good, too.” “Good,” Nancy cooed. “You are so good!” he gasped, his hands all over her, roaming like vibrators, feeling her hips, her ass again, back to her titties, her thin waist, her thighs, and finally one hand slipped under the jeans skirt, pushed forward and rubbed the hot little muffin between her legs. “This feels good too!” he whispered. Nancy liked the feel of his big, masculine hand down on her cunt, fucking her pussy. “Mmmmm, yeah!” she purred. Then she reached between them. Her little hand found his erection. She grasped it and squeezed. “This feels good too, sir. You’re big peter.” “Oh, darling!” he sighed, then kissed her again. Their lips felt wet and warm in the chill of the men’s room, and with the wintergreen smell, the pungent odor, the sweet smell of the early morning wafted in the air as they clung together, rubbing each other’s hot spot. Mr. Dixon, with trembling hands, managed to slide Nancy’s skirt up to her hips. He slid his hand back down into the crotch of her sopping pink panties. His hand rubbed gently, lovingly, on the squishy nylon. Their lips mashed together, their tongues slapped. Nancy unzipped his fly, got inside, curled her fingers around the hot, stiff stalk of his erection, then pulled his big nine-inch cock out. She gripped his throbbing cock in an overhand clasp, pushing down on the bending prickstick. Mr. Dixon dipped into her panties. His fingers slid into the gooey sweetness of her muffin-hot pussy. He slicked a finger into the slit. Nancy pumped in a slow herky-jerky on his prick. They broke their kiss. “Ohhh! Ahhh! Honey!” he panted, his free hand dipping into Nancy’s panties from behind, feeling the smooth curves of her ass. They were clutched in passionate love there in the toilet stall, melting the chill of the cool morning with their heated breaths. Mr. Dixon’s cock thumped in Nancy’s hand. Her pussy gooshed, quivered, spritzed as his finger fucked lovingly in and out, his knuckles bulging the crotch of her pink panties. Nancy jerked on his prick. His cockhead bubbled, then oozed on her panties. “Should I beat ya off?” Nancy whispered. “Yeah, please!” Mr. Dixon gasped. He broke from her, pulled down his pants and shorts and stood against the door of the stall. Nancy’s skirt was so tight that it stayed above her hips by itself. She moved to the side of the teacher, reached over and got an underhanded grip on his stiff prick and pumped slowly. “Baby!” he panted. “You’re squirtin’!” Nancy whispered as a big chunk of cream flew from the cockhead and splashed to the tile. “You’re wonderful!” he gasped, reaching down, again dipping into her panties, finger-fucking her. They masturbated each other, the sound of slurping cum filling the toilet stall. “I wanna fuck you!” Mr. Dixon gulped. “Do you?” “Yes, and eat your cunt!” “Jeez!” He pushed her back. Nancy moved to the toilet stool. He took her panties down, pulled them off, sat her down. Her plump ass warmed up the black toilet seat. He knelt between her legs on the floor. He moved in, his hands gripping her inner thighs, and then he kissed her on each dimpled knee. He licked upward, then stuck his tongue into her pussy. “Ah! Ooooh!” Nancy mewled. She leaned back, arching against the toilet tank. He lapped at her pussy, his tongue stroking and flapping. “Shit, sir!” Nancy barked, looking down and watching. She pushed her hips off the toilet, mashed her muffin cunt into his face. He sucked her pussy, munched on her juicy cunt. “Pussy-sucker!” Nancy screamed. “Mmmmm … Mmmm!” he mumbled, gobbling at her cunt. “Oh, shit, sir! Eat it like that! Suck on my cunt – just like that!” Nancy cried, feeling so good. She shivered with the tingle of climax. He sucked and chewed. She shuddered. She came. She wanted to scream with joy. The feeling was so delicious. Mr. Dixon sucked wildly as he nibbled her clit. Nancy humped her ass off the toilet seat, rolled her hips, then pushed her pussy at his mouth. She finally settled back on the toilet. Mr. Dixon smiled. “Let’s fuck. You wanna fuck?” “Yeah, I wanna fuck! Let’s fuck!” Nancy panted, catching her breath. “You get up, I’ll sit down, and you straddle me. You fuck me,” he said. He sat down on the toilet. Nancy pulled her skirt higher. He slipped her sweater up, cupped into her pink bra and pulled out her big sweet tits and set them atop her bra. Mr. Dixon spread his legs. Nancy moved in. He sat straight-backed on the edge of the toilet seat. He put his face into her fluffy tits, sucked one ripe nipple. His hands clutched her darling ass. “Now, sit down on me!” “How?” Nancy asked. “I’ll put my legs a little closer together, here, you put one leg over there, the other over here. Good! That’s the way!” “Gawd, your prick is on my tummy.” “Well, just scoot up a little — that’s it!” Mr. Dixon held his rigid cock. Nancy moved down on it, standing over him, straddling his legs, her skirt up, her tits sticking out like hubcaps. He screwed his hard prick into her cunt. “Ohhhh, jeez! It’s so hot in there!” Nancy sighed. “I know. Feels so damn good, doesn’t it?” “Yes, yes!” she cooed. “Now fuck me!” “Just fuck around on top of you, move my ass in and out like this?” “Oh, yessss, Nancy! Yes, darling!” “Oh, sir! We’re fuckin’ in this smelly toilet!” “Fuck me, Nancy! Fuck me!” Sweet Nancy humped his cock, pumping in and out with her lovely ass, fucking up and down, swirling around and around, her blue skirt up, her sweater up, her tits pointed and proud, jiggling salaciously as she screwed Mr. Dixon’s nine-inch pipe of prick. He had his hands on her fine hips. He looked up into her pretty face. He sighed deeply. “You fuck so good, Nancy.” “It feels so good, fuckin’!” she answered. “You’re a good fucker, Nancy.” “Am I, sir?” “Yes.” “I wanna fuck good.” “You do … you do! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!” “Like this, fuck you like this, standin’ over you, pushin’ in and out on your peter. See the way it slicks in and out of my cunt. It’s all slushy and stuff, sir!” “Real creamy cum.” “A cummy cock, sir. A big cummy cock in my creamy cunt!” Nancy blubbered. “Oh, darling, darling!” he gasped. “I love when you talk to me like that.” “I know.” “Say more.” “Big old slick dick slidin’ and slushin’ — shootin’ and squirtin’ in my sopping cunt!” “You fucker, you sweet fucker!” Mr. Dixon cried. “You’re the fucker, sir. You got me locked in this toilet, and we’re fuckin’.” “Fuck me, Nancy! Don’t stop! Keep doin’ it like that!” She had a hot pump-hump going now, and his cock made slurping noises as she fucked up and down on his long cockstalk. He put his hands behind her and clutched her ass. “You’re so beautiful,” he blurted. “You’re so naughty,” she answered. “Am I?” “Yes, sir. You shouldn’t have me in this smelly toilet fuckin’ my cunt like this.” “Talk! Keep talkin’, Nancy!” “Fuck, fuck, fuck, sir! That’s what you want to hear, isn’t it?” “Yes!” “I’m gonna cum, sir. I’m gonna get that feelin’!” Nancy writhed. “Oh, darling!” “Oh, fuck! Here it comes, sir … here it cummmmms!” “Get it, doll-baby!” “Sir! Shit! Oh, oh — ohhhhh!” Nancy cried. “Keep cummin’, honey!” “Fuccckkk!” she gasped. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, humped harder, rode with the grand feeling that shivered through her body. He cupped her ass. His prick bloated. His body shimmered. He blasted his wad up into her cunt, a gusher of hot cream that simmered in her pussy, sent a ripple of heat through her on top of her climax. “Ah, awwww, shit!” she cried. “Honey!” Nancy undulated by the sheer force and grip of her own orgasm, her body shuddering, her hips pumping as she fucked down on his spewing prick. “Ohhhh! Awwwww — ooooh!” she blabbered hotly, passionately. “You sweet little fucker!” Mr. Dixon panted, still cumming. “Oh, sir! Sir!” she gasped, loving every second of the thrilling climax that consumed her, the way his prick shot hot jizz into her cunt, the way the feeling vibrated her from toe to head. Then she sighed. “Oh, baby!” he blurted. Nancy toppled onto him, pulling her cunt off his spurting cock. She sat down, her arms around his neck, his spewing cock caught in the crack of her ass. She leaned down and kissed his masculine mouth. “Oh, that was good!” she whispered, licking his ear. “Mmmmmm, so good!” Mr. Dixon agreed. “I’d like to fuck you as much as I can, Nancy,” he said. “Do you?” “Yeah, everyday, okay?” “Gee, sir. Fuck every damn day. Sure. Sure, if you really wanna!” “I do.” “Well, I guess, maybe …” Then Nancy caught herself. She shouldn’t give in so easily. She should make him pant, sweat, pay for her. “I dunno, sir. I don’t think we should fuck every –” “I’ll give you money.” “Well, maybe,” Nancy whispered, nibbling his earlobe.

Chapter 8

Nancy was in her cheerleading uniform for a big game. She looked luscious in the dark-blue skirt, the white pleats, her white vest full of her teener tits. Her tanned legs looked delicious, encased in the blue-knee sox, the blue-and-white tennies. She had her hair in double ponytails, parted in the middle, bangs on her forehead. She met Chrissie after class. “You ready to go turn ’em on again?” Chrissie asked. “Sure.” “Let’s really be sexy today, okay?” “You wanna?” “Yeah, I wanna get nasty today. I’m horny and hot. How ’bout you?” Chris asked. “Seems like whenever I get my uniform on I get hot,” Nancy answered. “I know, I know,” Chris said. They walked to the football stadium. Nancy scanned the stands. The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her. She took the field with the girls. The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the left and bumped. Nancy bumped hot and good. Then she went into a long set of high kicks, her tiny blue skirt flying high over her tight, cunny-crunching, sky-blue panties. Her muffin sweetness bulged snugly into the tight pair of blue bloomers. Her blue knee socks flew high as her luscious leg lifted, her crotch a bright slash of blue. She saw Mr. Milton clicking away at her, and she smiled seductively. She saw him with the binoculars, and she could see him move the glasses from Chrissie to her. Nancy bent over, turned around. Her skirt skipped up over her precious rump. Chris bent over salaciously. She put her palms flat on the ground, her legs spread wide in a big V, her kissable ass gloriously gloved by the bright-blue panties, the slick material clutching her asscheeks in cupcake creaminess. The girls wiggled their asses. Nancy loved cheerleading. Her sweet little cunt juiced. A shimmering tingle of excitement sizzled through her. Like Chris, Nancy was bent way over, hands touching the ground, legs set wide apart, her rump arched. She looked back and up at the stands. She saw another man taking pictures of her. She slowly swung her ass to the right, to the left, wiggled her asscheeks, and thrilled to the voyeuristic antics of the man shooting pictures. I’ll bet he’s got a big hard prick in his pants, Nancy thought. Her pussy sizzled. Nancy loved the idea of men watching her cheer, showing off to men with juicy prick hards squirting in their hot shorts. She seared the field with her moves. There was something about being scantily clad, knowing that men were excited over her, that gave her a wonderful rush, a feeling of power, a thrilling excitement. Nancy was so hot by the time she’d finished her cheer before the half that she thought the gooshy goo oozing from her cunt would seep through her blue panties. Chrissie went with one of the other girls to smoke a cigarette. Nancy didn’t want one. She was trembling and too excited. She went to get a Coke. She got a Coke and Mr. Towson walked up. He leaned toward her. “You really got me hot,” he whispered. Nancy smiled up at him. “Meet me.” “Where?” “Anywhere, let’s see, the offices are locked at the school.” “I could meet you in the faculty men’s room, sir.” “Yes, great. I’ll be in there. Perfect. No one will come over there.” He left and walked toward the school house. Nancy sipped her Coke, her body tingling. She waited a minute, then ambled to the school, went in and walked to the men’s room. She knocked. The hallway was empty as she checked to the right, then the left. Mr. Towson opened the door and she followed him to a stall. They went in and he clutched her to him, kissed her ripe, red mouth with open, wet lips. “You were so good out there, so beautiful, so sexy!” he exclaimed, his fingers digging into the firm curves of her ass. “Gee, thanks,” Nancy said, and she felt his huge prick bumping lewdly against her. “I don’t have much time, sir.” He took his pants down, then his shorts. He clutched his mammoth fourteen-inch prick. “Holy shit!” Nancy exclaimed, staring at his handsome hard-on. The tip of his cock bubbled with hot jizz. “I’m gonna take my pants down,” Nancy said. She reached under her skirt and slicked her blue bloomers down past her knees. She held her skirt up and showed Mr. Towson her beautiful brown cunt. “Oh! Oooh, baby!” Mr. Towson whispered, pumping lewdly on his prick. Nancy sat down on the toilet seat. The shiny black seat was cool on her asscheeks. She leaned back, drawing her skirt up on her waist. She let her panties fall to her ankles, lifting one foot out, then she set her legs apart. Her finger went to her crotch and she shoved it in her quivering cunt. “I gotta masturbate, sir!” Nancy gasped, fingering her pussy wildly. “I’m as hot as you are!” “Oh, yeah! Do that! Whew, shit! That looks good, Nancy. Finger yourself! Fuck your pussy, honey!” “Jerk your dick, sir!” “I wanna see your big tits!” Nancy’s free hand fumbled with the buttons on the tight white vest. She pulled it open, cupped into her white bra and pulled her big tits up over the top. “Oh, Nancy! Those are beautiful boobs!” “You like ’em, huh?” she cooed, sliding farther down on the toilet seat, her finger a blur as it fucked her cunt. Mr. Towson moved closer. He set his legs far apart. He bent his knees, humped down and pumped his prick at Nancy’s bobbing tits. His spurting big pricktip dripped creamy cum all over her smooth, round tits. He jerked. His cockhead slapped and slushed on Nancy’s tits. She looked down, watched, fingered her cunt faster. Mr. Towson jerked faster. “Jeez, sir! Masturbate that prick!” “Yeah, and you masturbate that pussy.” “Yeah, yeah, hurry! Let’s cum, sir!” Nancy gasped. “I need to cum!” “You sweet little prick-teaser,” he huffed, standing back now, pumping wildly on his prick, watching Nancy fiddle her pussy. “Oh, wow! Pump that prick, sir! Jerk on that peter like that!” Nancy cried. “Nancy, Nancy!” he whimpered, his hand a fuck-hot flash. “Mr. Towson!” “Baby!” “Sir!” He came. His prick spewed a gooping stream of cream that splashed on Nancy’s titties, her belly, all over her pleats. “Oh, shit. I love it!” Nancy yelped. His cock sprayed. Nancy climaxed. She shivered and shook furiously on the toilet seat. Her whole body quaked. She slid forward, lifted her ass off the black toilet seat, swirled her hips to her fucking hand and came beautifully. “Ah! Ahhhhh, shit!” Nancy cried. Her eyes were wide open, watching Mr. Towson’s erupting prick. Her mouth hung open. Pleasure wrinkles crinkled her sweet forehead. Her cheeks were rosy red, her double ponytails shook as she tossed her head from side to side. “Ohhhh, oh!” she gasped. “Oh, fuck! Ohhhh, sir! Shoot shit! Shoot that … oh here comes more! Oh, shit! I can’t believe — oh, wow!” Nancy babbled as Mr. Towson’s cock kept squirting. “Darling!” he sighed. “We’re cummin’!” Nancy sobbed. “We’re masturbatin’ and we’re feelin’ that feel … ohhhh, oh, shit!”