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    [AB-5557] Pay For Play Cheerleaders by Victoria Parker

    [AB-5557] Pay For Play Cheerleaders by Victoria Parker


    Chapter 1


    It was Nancy Peterson's first appearance as a Valley High cheerleader.
    The stands rumbled with a full house of cheering fans. Nancy performed
    high kicks. Her dark-blue skirt featured inverted pleats and swirled
    sexily on her fine, tanned legs.

    She wore a tight white vest that had blue stripes down the arms, an
    inch-wide white stripe across the chest, and it pulled tightly against
    her big teenette tits, two whoppers that bobbled like ripe grapefruits.
    Nancy knew her titties were attractive to men. She realized early on,
    when her tits bloomed that she was blessed with a real set of suckies.

    She kicked high. Her skirt flew up, giving the fans a good look at her
    shiny, slick, white bloomers that tugged in at the muffy crunch of her
    cunt.

    Nancy's succulent-looking tits wobbled and splashed up and down as she
    kicked her right leg, kicked her left leg, then twirled her blue and
    white pompoms with outstretched arms.

    Her dark-brown hair, done in a sweep on the sides, a slick pull on the
    top, tied into a long ponytail in the back with a white ribbon, swished
    behind her like a whip. Her tossed bangs were cut straight across her
    forehead and enhanced the beautiful, angelic cut of her lovely face.

    There was no question about it ... she could have placed high in the
    finalists of the Miss Teenage America contest.

    The band blared.

    The crowd watched.

    Nancy bumped her curvy, luscious hips to the left, to the right, not an
    inch of fat on her sleek body. She turned around, her back to the
    stands, with the other six cheerleaders. They all bent over in unison,
    blue and white tennis shoes flat on the field, legs spread, and wiggled
    their fine asses.

    Nancy's little skirt pulled up over her tight bloomers. She pointed her
    darling ass at the bleachers, her asscheeks sliced high with the elastic
    cut of her bloomers which left a juicy slice of shimmering white skin
    jiggling.

    Nancy rolled her hips, bumped her ass, and the swirl of her round rump
    was a joyous sight to the boys and men in the stands.

    Nancy squatted down lewdly with the gorgeous girls, bumping her ass,
    hands on her knees, skirt flying, head turned back, chin on her
    shoulder, and a delicious new thrill zinged through her incredible body.

    She got hot.

    She saw the stares of the men in the crowd, how they gawked longingly at
    her fine frame. She loved the way they stared at her.

    She turned, in time with the other girls, and faced the stands. She
    kicked her leg high, showed her crotch, then danced hop-scotch to the
    right, then to the left, bent over, wiggled her upper body, rolled her
    head, ponytail circling.

    Her pants got wet.

    Good grief! Nancy thought. I'm gooshin' my bloomers!

    A seeping hot spritz slicked against the shiny white tights.

    The band brought the pep song to an abrupt end, and Nancy rushed to the
    sidelines with the other girls, still tingling and buzzing with this new
    rush of excitement.

    Chrissie Madison, one of the cheerleaders, leaned over toward Nancy.
    "Jeez, those guys up there were really givin' you some hot looks."

    "I know," Nancy whispered back.

    "Well, give 'em a good show."

    "Huh?" Nancy gave Chris a puzzled look.

    "Hey, half the people in the bleachers don't give a shit about football,
    touchdowns, first downs, all that dumb shit. They're here to see us
    wiggle our ass and bounce our tits."

    "Really?"

    "You're damn right. See that guy up there -- no, don't look now, dummy
    -- the one on the last row next to the press booth ... the one with the
    binoculars and camera?"

    Nancy waited a moment, then turned and saw the man. "Yeah, I see him."

    "He hasn't missed a game since I've been a cheerleader. He's a rich
    bachelor. I checked him out. He's constantly checking out my body."

    And a good body it was. Chris was lithe, thin, and she had a fabulous
    All-American face, flat tummy, bouncy titties, rich, supple hips, and
    brown hair that she wore in double ponytails.

    "Wow! Just comes to see you, huh?" Nancy asked.

    "You got it."

    A time out was called.

    The band blared.

    The girls ran onto the field. Nancy was in line, and the girls put their
    feet far apart, hands on knees, squatted down, moved from left to right
    in time with the music.

    Nancy looked up at the man Chris had pointed out. He peered through his
    binoculars. She thought maybe he was looking at her too, because she
    noticed he moved the glasses to the left, then back to the right.

    Now she burned. Her panties slushed. Her pussy squished and oozed,
    making the crotch sticky and gooey.

    Golly, I hope it doesn't run down my leg, she thought.

    She stood up, kicked high. Her crotch was drenched, soaked, wringing
    wet, little gooshes of cuntjuice dribbled and seeped through. A drop of
    cum trailed down her thigh.

    Nancy kicked higher.

    The men and boys in the bleachers watched with hot, fuck-smut eyes.

    The band finished.

    Nancy went back to the sidelines and managed to wipe the sopping drop of
    cuntjuice off her thigh on the inside of her skirt.

    "Didja see him lookin?" Chris whispered.

    "Yeah."

    "See what I mean?"

    "Uh-huh."

    "See, half those guys came to see us."

    "Whew, wow!" Nancy said.

    "I love it, don't you?" Chris smiled.

    "Yeahhhhh!" Nancy hissed hotly.

    After the game, as the girls were putting their gear in little
    blue-and-white canvas bags, a man came up to Nancy.

    "Can I take a picture of you?"

    Nancy turned around. The man was tall, in his forties, very handsome. He
    had a very expensive camera.

    "Sure, I guess," Nancy replied.

    He quickly snapped a photo.

    She turned fully to him, and he flashed off another.

    "Thanks a lot," he said, smiling admiringly at her luscious body, her
    pretty face, then he turned to walk away.

    "Golly!" Nancy exclaimed.

    "See, see what I mean?" Chris asked.

    "Yeah."

    "Guys come and get all hot watchin' us. Some of 'em take pictures and
    stuff."

    "Wow, it's far out!" Nancy replied.

    "It's really great bein' a cheerleader, huh?"

    Nancy affirmed with a nod of her head that it indeed was great to be a
    cheerleader.

    The two darling girls walked toward the school house to put their pom
    poms away.

    "Did you get hot out there tonight?" Chris asked.

    "Yeah," Nancy admitted.

    "Let's go to the girls room and finger-fuck, wanna?"

    "Well, ah ... I ... sure, I guess."

    But before the darling schoolgirl cheerleaders could make it to the
    schoolhouse, a big blue Chrysler pulled up beside them on the road.

    It was the man who had taken Nancy's picture. The handsome, older man.
    He beckoned the girls over.

    "Hi," he said, with a friendly smile.

    Nancy looked at Chris. Chris smiled and nodded her head.

    "See what I mean," Chris whispered.

    "Nancy, come here a minute, will you?"

    "Should I?" Nancy whispered.

    "Sure, see what he wants," Chrissie replied.

    Nancy walked to the car. The handsome man looked at her pretty face.

    "I'd like to take some more pictures of you, Nancy," he said.

    "Howdja know my name?"

    "I heard your friend call you Nancy when I took the picture of you."

    "Oh."

    "Look, I'll pay you five hundred dollars if you'll meet me at my motel
    and let me take some pictures of you."

    "Wha ... Ah ... jeez, I ..."

    "Here, see." He opened his wallet which was stuffed with money.

    "Well, I dunno. Lemme talk to Chris. We were gonna go get a pizza."

    Nancy went back to Chris. "He wants to take pictures of me. He offered
    me five hundred dollars."

    "Ooooh, boy!" Chris whistled. "You're gonna let him, huh?"

    "Should I?"

    "Sure, I would!"

    Nancy thought about it. Chris was older. She knew so much about life,
    and Nancy wanted to impress upon her that she wasn't a stuffy, average
    girl.

    "Okay," Nancy said, then walked back to the car.

    "Well?" The man smiled.

    "Sure," Nancy said.

    "I'm staying at the Holiday Inn. Why don't you just get in and go with
    me?"

    "Maybe I better meet you there."

    "Okay, here's money for a cab." He handed her twenty dollars.

    He drove off.

    "Jeez, he gave me twenty for a cab to meet him at the Holiday Inn!"
    Nancy exclaimed.

    "Well, we better go to the toilet and get fixed up, so you look real hot
    and sexy when you go to see him," Chris said.

    "Will you go with me? Kinda stay in the cab and wait for me while I'm in
    his room? I mean, you know, in case he's a bad guy or somethin'."

    "Sure," Chris replied.


    Chapter 2


    The girls went to the restroom and dipped into their purses for make-up.

    "Jeez, five hunnert dollars!" Chrissie whispered.

    "I wonder what kinda pictures he wants?" Nancy asked.

    "Sexy ones I'll bet. That's a lot of money, Nancy."

    "I know."

    "Here, I got some bubble-gum pink blush. Try it."

    "Oh, good! I got some real neat pink lipgloss."

    Nancy blushed her cheek with the pretty pink, layering it on her
    farm-fresh face. She applied a thick, pink gloss to her juicy, pouty
    lips.

    "We'll call a cab from the hall phone," Chris said.

    When the cab came, they were waiting in front of the school. They got in
    and rode to the Holiday Inn. Nancy gave the driver the room number, and
    he pulled the cab around in the back of the motel to a layer of rooms
    overlooking the river.

    Nancy gave the driver the twenty dollars and instructed him to wait with
    Chris.

    "Well, sure," he said, happy to have a fare and a pretty cheerleader
    sitting in the back of his cab.

    Nancy walked up the stairs to the second floor, found the room, and
    knocked.

    The man opened the door. He wore swim trunks. He had obviously just
    taken a dip in the pool. His hair was still damp. His body was firm,
    tanned, his stomach hard and muscular.

    "Hi!"

    "Hi," Nancy cooed, then walked in.

    "I'm so happy you came," he said, picking up his camera.

    He checked the camera, loaded a new pack of film into the back, then
    pulled a wad of bills from his wallet. He counted out five hundred
    dollars and handed it to Nancy.

    She had never seen so much money, and a zip of excitement zinged through
    her as she counted the fifty-dollar bills and put them in her purse.

    "Why don't you stand there by the dresser and I'll take a couple
    pictures?" he suggested.

    He flashed off three pictures of Nancy standing in her sweet
    blue-and-white cheerleading uniform, her big titties pushing succulently
    against the tight white vest.

    "Now, why don't you pose in some of those sexy ways you did on the
    field?"

    "Like when we did cheers and stuff?" Nancy asked.

    "Yeah."

    "Well, like this I guess, when I put my legs far apart, squat down like
    this, put my hands on my knees?"

    "Yes."

    "And then I turn around with my back to you," Nancy said.

    She turned, held the same pose, and the little blue-and-white pleats
    pulled high on her ass, showing off her tight white panties. Sweet
    slices of her rippling ass juiced below the stretched elastic lines of
    her panties.

    "Oh my, Nancy!" the man huffed, shooting several pictures. "Now turn
    around and hold your skirt up."

    "Well, ah, okay."

    Nancy turned around and lifted the pleats, held them high and let him
    take several pictures of her bloomers, so slick, so white, so tight at
    the cunny V between her legs.

    "You are so pretty, so fine!" he gasped.

    "Gee, thanks, sir."

    "Why don't you roll your hips like you do when you cheer?"

    "Okay."

    Nancy rolled and slithered her hips in a glorious bump and grind as the
    hot man took pictures. She saw the bulge in his swimsuit, a huge
    erection there, a bending, curving protrusion, like he had a big
    cucumber in his swim trunks.

    "Take your pants down." He trembled.

    "You didn't say anything about takin' my pants down, sir."

    "Just take 'em down for a moment ... please?"

    "Well, gee ... you never said --"

    "Look, I'll give you more money, okay?"

    "Well, ah ... you wanna see me take 'em down, huh?"

    "Yes," he huffed hotly.

    "How much more money?"

    "A hundred dollars."

    "Well, okay then. I'll pull my pants down for you," Nancy said.

    She thumbed the elastic top, peeled the tight bloomers down her thighs
    and showed the man her pussy.

    "Ohhh-oh, oh, Nancy!" He gulped, looking at the thick fuzz, the brown
    patch of cunny hair between her legs.

    Nancy was real hot now, seeing the big hard-on he had, doing such sexy
    things, and her cunt spritzed and gushed. She stood sexily, holding up
    her skirt, her panties on her thighs, her pussy revealed to the flashing
    camera.

    "Unbutton your top."

    "You gonna give me more money for that?"

    "Yeah, another hundred dollars."

    Nancy slowly unbuttoned the white vest, pulled it apart and showed him
    her white bra, a bra filled with the juicy overload of her big teen
    titties.

    Once again Nancy lifted her skirt and stood like a teen goddess, her
    vest open, bra bulging, skirt flagged up, panties on her creamy thighs.

    The flash unit sparkled.

    The man's prick thumped in his swimsuit.

    "I dunno if I should be posing like this," Nancy said.

    The man unloaded the film, then stuck in a new roll. "Would you take 'em
    out?"

    "Huh?"

    "You know, your tits."

    "Well, jeez --"

    "Just slip 'em up over the top of your bra."

    "Well, I suppose, but that's all."

    Nancy pulled out her titties and set them up like juicy mangos on top of
    her bra, her big round teen tits jutting proudly, her nipples erect.

    "Oh, honey!" the man panted, then flicked off several shots. "Why don't
    you turn around and do that squatting pose?"

    "Like this?" Nancy asked, turning, bending over, setting her feet apart,
    rolling her ass, putting her hands on her knees.

    "Oh yes, like that!"

    He flashed more pictures.

    "My goodness, what a fabulous ass you have!"

    Her dumpling asscheeks, plump and round, smooth as polished marble,
    glistened and rippled as Nancy swirled her schoolgirl hips, shaking her
    ass in sexy semi-circles.

    The man put the camera down.

    Nancy was as hot as a furnace fire.

    He walked over, turned her around, took her in his strong arms, and
    kissed her wildly. Their lips met in a passionate French kiss. He tasted
    the bubble-gum sweetness of her mouth. His tongue snaked into her
    bubbling juices. Her tongue slapped at his. His hands went behind her.
    He fanned them onto her chubbette asscheeks, his fingers pressing,
    pinching, grabbing chunky handfuls.

    Nancy felt the hardness of his erection. His cockstalk pulsed against
    her.

    His hands kept playing with her ass. His cock thumped like a balloon
    overloaded with water.

    He broke their kiss and stuck his hand between them. His finger slid
    into her cunt.

    "Oooooh! Sheeeez! No, no!" Nancy gulped.

    But that finger felt good, felt real good in her pussy.

    He fucked her with his finger, his other hand on her ass.

    Nancy pushed her hot hips at him, rubbing against his big hard-on. She
    had always fantasized about pushing her pussy against a man.

    As she slowly rotated her hips, an ultra-undulation, she could feel the
    man's erection pulsing against her belly.

    Nancy knew one thing. He had a whopper hard-on!

    She had never had a man finger-fuck her, and the way his long, thin
    finger hooked into her pussy thrilled her, gave her a new sizzle she had
    never before experienced. This sensation was even better than her own
    finger, she thought.

    The man's wet, sluicing tongue slicked over her lips, down her sweet
    chin, her neck, and now he was bent over at the waist. He pulled away
    from her, his hand deep-sea diving in her panties which Nancy had pulled
    back up when he had started kissing her.

    His tongue sloshed against her honeydew tits. He licked the round
    juicers, opened his mouth in a provocative pucker and sealed his mouth
    on one of her nipples.

    "Jeeeezzzzuzzzz!" Nancy sighed. "You're suckin' my boobies!"

    She watched him, her chin tucked in, head down, eyes fastened on the
    sight of his mouth devouring her tit.

    His hand behind her slid lovingly over and over the curvy hump of her
    round rump, clasping her plump asscheeks. He slid a finger up and down
    the hot crack of her ass.

    "Oh, shit!" Nancy huffed.

    He slithered his finger up and down her asscrack. It felt like a feather
    dusting her valley. She tingled.

    "Mmmm!" he mumbled.

    His finger fucked a sure slide-stroke in her slushy pussy. His mouth
    sucked on one tit, then the other, slurping them, nibbling each
    delicious nipple.

    Then the finger fluttering between the crack of her ass found the target
    and zoomed in as the man scored a bull's-eye.

    A finger up Nancy's ass!

    "Oh! Ah! Oooofffff!" she gulped.

    His fingers fucked together, diddling her asshole and her cunthole.

    "Aw, you're ... you ... your finger's up my butt, mister!" Nancy howled.

    Her hands hung at her sides, her arms limp.

    The man's mouth slurped her big titties. His fingers danced in and out
    of her pleasure pots.

    The slow simmering of ecstasy became a raging explosion, and this was
    followed by a gentle, ecstatic ripple that flooded over her juicy young
    body like a warm shower.

    Nancy shook uncontrollably as she came. Her body jangled through a most
    incredible feeling, a delicious sizzle that she wished would never stop.
    She stiffened. She was convulsed forward at the waist.

    The man's hand jiggled wildly in her panties, both in front and behind.

    "Ohhhhh, shit!" Nancy screamed.

    Her eyes closed, her face impassioned with delight. Her pink cheeks
    glowed. Her pink lips hung open.

    A gasp of breath caught in her throat.

    "Ahhh!" she sighed.

    The tingling climax coursed through her until she shook wildly.

    "Ahhhhhhhhh -- oooooooh, jeeeeeeez!"

    Her face was uplifted, her mouth wide open.

    "Shit!" she cried. "Oh, shit!"

    The man finally let her go. He pulled her close and held her trembling,
    sobbing body close to his.

    "Like that?" he whispered.

    "You weren't supposed to do that stuff, sir!" Nancy gasped.

    "But I'm paying you very well, am I not?"

    Nancy thought about it. Yes, yes, yes! She had never had so much money;
    she liked the idea she could get money because a man was hot for her,
    liked her, admired her. And a plan was formulating in her pretty head, a
    plan that would ultimately outline her escape from River City, from her
    drunken, abusive mother.

    "Yes," she whispered, "you paid me very well."

    "And I'm not done. I'm going to give you more before you leave. I'm a
    rich man, Nancy. I can make you very happy if you let me."

    "Do you live in River City, Sir?"

    "No, I live in Las Vegas, but I travel a lot."

    "That where you work?"

    "I don't work, Nancy. I made five million dollars in the stock market
    over the last three years. It's been a hot market, and I was a hot
    player. I invested my life savings, three hundred thousand dollars, in
    an airlines when it was three dollars a share. I sold my shares at
    twelve for a million-two profit."

    "Jeez!" Nancy said admiringly. "And so you just travel around, sir?"

    "Yes."

    "Doin' what, watchin' cheerleaders?"

    "Sometimes ... looking for the sexiest, prettiest girls, women, I can
    find. Just spending my time right now relaxing, seeing the country,
    looking at pretty girls, looking for the right one. The perfect woman."

    "Jeez, and you picked me this time?"

    "Yes."

    "But I'm just a girl."

    "You're a woman to me -- a beautiful young lady, very sexy, very
    attractive, very well stacked."

    His hand was at her crotch, rubbing on the V of her panties.

    "Mmm, well gosh! Gee, thanks!"

    "Now, I'm gonna take my cock out, and I want you to play with it for me,
    okay?"

    "Jeez, I don't think you should take it out, Sir!"

    "I want to. I want you to play with it."

    "I -- I never done that."

    He backed up, took his swimsuit down. His prick snapped up and slapped
    his belly, then the stalk wobbled, shook, bulged, and spit out a goop of
    cum, a hot-snot shot of thick cream that flew through the air, then
    splattered on Nancy's naked belly.

    "Oh, jeesssuz!" Nancy hissed, looking at his big, fat nine-inch prick.
    The bulging red cockhead was soaked with bubbling jizz.

    Nancy looked down at the goopy wad of gooey cream seeping down her
    belly. She reached down and caught the load before it soaked into her
    cheerleading skirt.

    Nancy eyed his monster prick. The stalk trembled, wobbled, throbbed. A
    big string of cum dripped down off the tip like a spaghetti noodle,
    hanging in a thin dangle.

    He grasped his cock and slowly pumped.

    Nancy had never seen a prick before in her young life, and she was
    fascinated by the spitting erection that pointed at her like a cannon.
    And, oh, how the sight of that prodigious prick thrilled the young
    darling.

    And the way the man masturbated on the long boner gave Nancy a tremble,
    as if she were a harp string and someone had plucked it violently.

    "Golly!" she whined. "Jeepers shit!"

    Another wad of cum gushed from his pricktip, shot high in the air and
    nailed Nancy on the navel.

    "Whoo! Shhheeeez!" she mumbled.

    "I want you to play with my cock," the man gasped.


    Chapter 3


    "What's your name?" Nancy gulped, still staring at his immense prick.

    "John Milton." He smiled, slowly jerking on his thick prick. "I'm
    reincarnated, looking for Paradise Lost."

    "Huh?" The darling cheerleader didn't have the slightest clue what John
    Milton was talking about.

    "You are paradise, Nancy," he whispered.

    "Gosh," Nancy said, looking at his steaming cock.

    "So give me paradise, play with my prick."

    "You gonna pay me?"

    "Of course. I would be a damnable lout if I didn't pay you, and pay you
    well."

    "Well, okay then. I'll play with your boner, Mr. Milton."

    He moved to her.

    "It's soooo gooey though!" Nancy said, looking down at the frothing
    cockhead.

    "Yes, yes, juicy ... Full of love for you, Nancy."

    "Should I just hold ... hold your cock, sir?"

    She reached down and pulled both hands along the sides of the stalk,
    moving them up and down, then curling her red-nailed fingers around his
    porky prick.

    "Ah, yeahhh!" Mr. Milton sighed.

    "And just kinda squeeze on it like this, sir?"

    "Yes, yes, squeeze on it like that, Nancy! That's the way, girl!"

    "Jeez, it's shootin' out more of that cream stuff, sir!"

    "Push in and out on it!" he huffed.

    "Like this?" Nancy asked, getting an overhanded grip on his throbbing
    fuckstalk, hammering her hands up and down, pumping as if she were
    churning butter.

    "Yes, like that, sweet darling!"

    "It's shootin' at me!" Nancy cooed, bent over at the waist now in front
    of Mr. Milton, her ass up, arched, her cheerleading skirt skipping high
    above her panties. Her big titties hung like balloons full of water from
    her bra.

    His prick bubbled, spit, fizzed, and squished juicy hunks of cum. A hot
    gob hit her tit above the nipple, dripped down and finally hung like
    snot from the tip.

    She pounded harder on his prick.

    "Do it, Nancy! That's the way, darling!" Mr. Milton babbled. "Do it like
    that! Pump my prick! Good, honey, real good!"

    "I'm masturbatin' your boner, sir ... And it's so big in my hands! So
    warm, hot and stuff, you know. And it's squishin' squishin' all that
    cream!"

    "Faster, Nancy! Jerk it faster!"

    "Like this then, jerk up and down and stuff!" she gasped, her eyes on
    his frizzing prick.

    "Yes, like that, darling Nancy ... Fuck me with your fists! Gimme a good
    fist-fuck!"

    "You gonna get that feelin' like I got a few minutes ago?" Nancy asked.

    "Yes, yes ... pump me!"

    "I'm doin' the best I know how. I never masturbated a prick before."

    "You're doin' it! You're masturbatin' my prick better than anyone's ever
    masturbated it, Nancy! Don't stop!"

    "Just jerk on it real fast and stuff?"

    "Yessssss!"

    "Oh, shit! You're shootin' sir!"

    He came. His prick unleashed a furious load of cream that jetted out of
    his cock-slit and drenched Nancy's skirt, her belly, her tits. Half the
    huge, gushing explosion hit the front of her blue cheerleading skirt,
    all over her inverted white pleats.

    "Oh, gosh! Jeez!" Nancy gulped, pumping as fast as she could on his
    spurting prickstick.

    "Ohhhhhh, honey!" he moaned. "Oh, Nannnnnceceeeee!"

    "You feelin' it?"

    "Yes, yes ... ohhhhhh, yes, baby!"

    When he finally stopped cumming, Nancy's hands were dripping with cream.
    She pulled them away from his slick prick and looked at them.

    "Whoooooo, jeeeez!" she murmured.

    Mr. Milton backed up, caught his balance on the chest of drawers, then
    trembled and sighed. "Oh, Nancy. I knew when I saw you, the minute I
    laid eyes on you, that you were an exceptional young lady."

    "Well, you shot that stuff all over my skirt too," Nancy said, looking
    down at her creamy pleats.

    "Oh, I love you!"


    Chapter 4


    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!"


    Chapter 9


    "Ohhhh!" Nancy sighed, slumping down on the toilet seat. "Wow!"

    Mr. Towson leaned back against the stall door, huffing, puffing, his
    cock drooling.

    "Jeez, sir! Look, you drenched me with that thick stuff!"

    He paused, his hand still clutching his cream-slick prick, the big
    sausage-like stalk.

    "All over my belly, my titties, and my skirt. Lucky it's on the inside
    of my skirt," Nancy said.

    She reached over and rolled down a bunch of toilet paper, wadded it up
    and swabbed at the hot, steamy goo on her tummy. She dabbed at the goop
    clinging to her big tits. She wiped away the wad that stuck on her
    skirt.

    "I gotta get back and do my routines," she said.

    "I wish you didn't have to," Mr. Towson said.

    "But I gotta," Nancy replied, rising from the toilet seat and glancing
    at Mr. Towson's dripping prick, the fat stalk sudsy, still half hard.

    "You're gonna give the whole bleachers a hard-on."

    Nancy smiled. She pulled up her blue bloomers, then straightened her
    skirt.

    Mr. Towson sat down on the toilet. He was still playing with his prick.

    Nancy turned and watched for a moment, a sweet tickle went through her.
    She wanted to stay, to watch him jerk off to her again, but she
    unlatched the door.

    "I'm gonna stay here and jack off to you," Mr. Towson said. "Can you
    come back after the game?"

    "I dun-no. We'll see," she said.

    "I'll wait."

    Nancy left the toilet stall, then went to the mirror to put on fresh
    lipstick, some blush, and to make sure her ponytails were tied tight.

    She returned to the field just as the girls were running on for a cheer.
    She took her place beside Chris.

    The cheerleaders bounced sexily, wiggling and bumping.

    "Where were you?" Chris asked.

    "With Mr. Towson in the teachers' toilet."

    "No shit?"

    "Yeah."

    "What'd you do?"

    "Guess."

    Chris smiled.

    "He's still there waiting," Nancy said. "Playin' with that big boner of
    his."

    The girls bent over and wobbled their fine asses. They turned and faced
    the crowd, legs apart, swinging back and forth.

    After the game, Chris and Nancy walked back toward the school house.

    Mr. Milton pulled up beside them. The girls went over to his big car.

    "Hello, girls!"

    "Hi, Mr. Milton."

    "Look, I wanted to see you, but I have to leave town for the night. I'll
    be back tomorrow, Saturday. Can you come to the motel and see me?"

    Nancy looked at Chris. "Wanna?"

    "Sure."

    "How 'bout buying some sexy clothes, some sexy underwear, get some real
    alluring garments," he said, handing Nancy several hundred-dollar bills.
    "Meet me at around three, okay -- tomorrow?"

    Nancy took the money. "We'll see you then, sir."

    He drove away.

    "Shit, how much money did he give you?" Chris asked.

    "Three hundred dollars."

    "Jeez, and he wants us to spend it on sexy clothes to turn him on.
    That's great, huh?"

    "Yeah," Nancy said. "We'll have to go to the mall tonight."

    "Jeez, I love bein' a cheerleader," Chrissie said.

    "Yeah, me too. I really love the way men pay attention."

    "Should we go see Mr. Towson? He might still be waiting in the men's
    room," Chris said.

    "Oh, yeah, let's! I'd love seein' his big prick again. Can you believe
    how big that is?"

    "He oughta be in the circus or somethin', showin' that huge dick off,
    huh?"

    Nancy agreed.

    The girls walked sexily to the school house, went in and took the stairs
    down a flight to the basement area. They found the men's room and went
    in.

    Nancy walked up to the stall door. "Are you still in there, Mr. Towson?"

    "Yes!" he panted.

    The door swung open.

    Mr. Towson let them in, then shuffled back and sat down on the toilet
    seat. Nancy locked the stall door. Mr. Towson had a thick, massive
    hard-on.

    "I'm so glad you girls came."

    "Boy, you got a big boner on again, Mr. Towson," Chris said.

    "You girls make it that way," he said.

    "How 'bout this?" Chrissie cooed.

    She lifted her tiny cheerleading skirt, pulling the blue-and-white
    pleats up over her bright-blue bloomers. She held the hem high, and let
    Mr. Towson have a good hot look at her crunchy cunt all muffined out
    against the tight thin rayon.

    "Oh, oh, jeez!" he huffed hotly.

    "Like this, sir?" Chris purred.

    "Yes, yes!" he panted.

    Nancy took the cue and pulled her skirt up too, letting the teacher see
    her bloomers.

    Mr. Towson pounded his prick furiously.

    "Oh, girls!" he sighed. "You're so fuckin' pretty!"

    "We know," Chris said, "so just go ahead and pump that giant big dick to
    us, we wanna see you really jerk your prick for us, sir. We wanna see
    you really go."

    Mr. Towson thumped his cock harder, faster, the fat, tall stalk
    whipping, wobbling and spurting.

    Nancy loved seeing the man masturbating, and her pussy got all gooshy
    and quivery. She slid a hand into her panties and diddled her cunt.

    "Oh, yeah, I like it when you dig in your panties like that and play
    with yourself," Mr. Towson said.

    Chrissie laughed. "Okay, we'll play with our cunnies, and you go like
    sixty on your peter, sir ... really pump that prick for us, jerk off to
    us. We wanna see you shoot off, shoot all that gook, okay?"

    What man wouldn't go like sixty on his prick if he had two beautiful
    young prick-teases urging him on?

    And Mr. Towson did go like sixty. He sat on the edge of the shiny black
    toilet seat, back humped, hand hammering his cock with a furious
    jack-jive.

    "Oh, shit!" he cried.

    "Like this, Mr. Towson? Us diggin' in our panties like this, playin'
    with our pussies?"

    "Yes, yes!" he panted, pounding his prick with a blurring hand.

    "Wow, look at him go!" Chris gulped, "He's really beatin' his meat!"

    "Really beatin' that cock!" Nancy agreed, her pussy all wet and juicy.

    "Keep goin' sir! Keep jerkin' that dick!" Chris cried.

    "I am, I am! I'm jerkin' my dick to you girls!"

    "Okay, we're gonna take our panties down and let you see our cunts,
    wanna see us do that?"

    "Oh, please!"

    Chris pulled her blue bloomers down. Nancy followed, both girls pushing
    their blue panties down their thighs, rolling them to their knees.

    "Oh, yes, your cunts!" Towson sobbed, jackhammering his cock, his hand
    glued to his stalk with all the spitty cum cream that jizzed from his
    frothing cocktop.

    "Whew, sheez! Looka that cock spit!" Chris called, fingering her pussy.

    "Yeah, shoot off! Cum for us, sir!" Nancy howled.

    He pounded harder, faster, then stiffened on the toilet seat.

    "Okay, okay! Ooooohhkay -- ohhhh! Shit! Shit!" he yelped as he came.

    His prick spewed out a spiraling load of cream that shot high in the
    air, splashed out in goops at the darling girls. Big blobs of cream
    splashed on the tiled floor near their blue-and-white tennies.

    "I'm gonna cum too!" Nancy shivered, and her body convulsed in a
    climactic shudder. A tickle of exquisite ecstasy slivered through her.

    "Me too!" Chris yelped.

    She came as she slid down against the door of the toilet stall, pushing
    out her pussy, legs spread, her panties a tight blue swash at her knees.

    "Oh, ohhhh! Ahhhhh!" Nancy whimpered.

    "Yes, yes, cummin'!" Chris yelled.

    Mr. Towson just kept jerking and cumming. An incredible stream of thick
    cream steamed from his gleaming cockhead.

    "Gawd, he just keeps shootin' all that pooh stuff! Ewwwww, gosh! Oh
    shit, that makes me so hot!" Chrissie cried, her eyes wide as she
    watched the volcanic eruption.

    "Yeah, all that pooh!" Nancy cried. "Shoot pooh, sir! Shoot pooh!"

    Chrissie reached out and caught a big blob on her hand, snatched it in
    mid-air. "Icky pooh! Shoot icky pooh, mister!"

    "Oh, you girls!" the handsome teacher huffed. "Oh, girls, you are
    wonderful darlings!"

    Nancy took her hand out of her panties, which dripped with her own
    juices. She wrapped her fingers around Mr. Towson's prick.

    "Lemme jerk it!" she demanded.

    She hammered with him. He had the bottom half of his cockstalk. Nancy
    took the top half. They pumped together. More cum swished out. A glob
    hit Chrissie's teenybopper tennies.

    "Shit, he's shootin' icky pooh on my tennies!" she cried.

    "I'm pumpin' him!" Nancy gasped.

    "Do it real fast, Nancy!" Chris whispered.

    Mr. Towson leaned over and plastered his tongue to Nancy's bloomers,
    licking the crotch. His cock was thick, hard, spurting, and he let go of
    it. Nancy grabbed his prickstick with both hands and drubbed up and down
    wildly as his cockhead spewed thick juice.

    "Gosh, looka that pooh stuff shoot out!" Chris screamed.

    The floor was slick with cum.

    Nancy took her bloomers down. She came over to Mr. Towson.

    "Lemme on! I'll get on and fuck him!"

    Nancy grabbed his prick and straddled him. He pushed his spurting prick
    into her pussy.

    "Ah, oooh! Shit!" Nancy sighed, riding high on top of him, standing with
    her knees bent, her ass humping.

    "Oh, yeah, fuck him!" Chris cried. "Fuck him Nance!"

    "Fuck me, fuck me, Nancy!" Mr. Towson whimpered.

    Nancy bounced up and down, undulated her fine hips, pushed her pussy
    down on his big prick, screwed around and around, taking four fat inches
    of hot cock into her sweet cunt.

    "He's still shootin' pooh!" Nancy whispered.

    "Shootin' it in you?" Chrissie said.

    "Yeah! "

    "So, keep fuckin' him! It looks good the way you two are fuckin' like
    that!" Chris yelped, taking her blue bloomers down and stepping gingerly
    out of them.

    Chris walked to the side of the toilet. She pulled up her cheerleading
    skirt and put her hands on her hips. She bumped her pussy at Mr. Towson.
    He craned his neck and mashed his mouth against her soft cunt.

    Chris looked Nancy in the eyes, which were blazing with passion. Nancy's
    big titties wobbled in her tight cheerleading vest as she humped up and
    down on Mr. Towson's towering prick.

    "Ooooh!" Chris sighed. "He's snackin' on my snatchie!"

    "Yeah, looks too good for words!" Nancy said.

    "Shit, eat my snatchie!" Chris puffed.

    Mr. Towson's tongue lapped like a dog at her yummy cunny. He slurped at
    her marvelous teen-queen cunt, licked loudly, sucked voraciously.

    "Crrrriippes!" Chrissie huffed hotly. "Eat my pussy, Mr. Towson! Eat on
    my pussy! It's so hot from being out on the field showin' off my
    bloomers, lettin' everyone see my ass!"

    Mr. Towson sucked and slurped. One arm curled around Chris. His hand
    gripped her dumpling ass. The ripples of her slick asscheeks tingled his
    fingers. He tickled her asscrack, his finger dancing up and down, up and
    down. A shiver of lust thrilled through Chris as he hooked a finger into
    her asshole.

    "Yowie!" Chris cried. "Ah, ah!"

    His finger fucked slowly, darting in and out of the tight-sucking hole
    of her shitter.

    "He's got his finger up my pooper!" Chris shuddered.

    Nancy leaned to the left as she fucked the teacher's prick. "Yeah, I can
    see him doin' that to your butt!"

    "Oh, boy! It feels good!" Chris sighed, rolling her hips, in time with
    the dancing finger up her asshole. She pushed her pussy against the
    teacher's open mouth.

    He made sloppy, slurpy noises as he sucked and licked her shiny slit,
    slicking and sliding his tongue up and down, then twirling it on
    Chrissie's clit.

    "Wheeeee!" Chris sighed.

    "I'm really screwin' on his peter!" Nancy gasped. "Look how that big
    dick slides in and out of my pussy, Chris!"

    "I know," Chris huffed, her eyes glued to the friction of Mr. Towson's
    thick prick punching Nancy's pussy.

    Chris writhed. "Here, lemme turn around, sir."

    She pulled away from Mr. Towson's lapping tongue, kept her skirt high,
    turned around, put one hand flat on the wall of the toilet stall, and
    bent over slightly so her back was arched and her ass lifted to the
    gaping teacher.

    Mr. Towson wagged his tongue, the tip dripping with spit. He wobbled it
    at Chrissie's ass, slicked his big tongue up and down her asscrack.

    "Oooeee, shit! Cripes! Oh, cripes!" Chris howled joyously. "Lick it,
    lick it, lick it!"

    "Fuck it, fuck me, fuck my cunt!" Nancy panted.

    "Yeah, fuck and suck!" Chris exclaimed.

    Mr. Towson sent his tongue soaring into her asshole. Chris shuddered
    with delight. He rimmed her asshole. She quivered, then stuck her finger
    in her pussy and started fucking herself.

    Mr. Towson drilled his tongue like a twirling bit at her asshole.

    "Oh, my pooper! He's ... he's twiddlin' his tongue on my shithole,
    Nance!"

    "Yeah, I see! Shit!"

    The heat of passion filled the toilet stall. The walls steamed with the
    ecstasy radiating from Nancy slugging up and down as she screwed Mr.
    Towson's prick, from Chris, her hand diddling, and from Mr. Towson, his
    tongue twirling.

    "You never had it so good," Nancy said arrogantly. "Never had it so
    good, sir!"


    Chapter 10


    Chris and Nancy left the toilet and went to the mall. They spent a
    hundred and fifty of the three hundred dollars given them by Mr. Milton
    and pocketed the rest.

    They took their bundle of delicate delights and went to Chrissie's house
    to spend the night, then meet Mr. Milton the next day.

    "Shouldn't you call your mother?" Chris asked.

    "Naw, she'll get uptight about me not coming home, but she'll drink
    herself into a stupor and fall asleep. In the morning, she won't
    remember anything."

    Chris shrugged.

    They went to Chrissie's room. Her parents had gone out for the evening.
    Her older sister Janet was out on a date, and her two brothers were in
    their rooms.

    The girls took off their cheerleading duds and took a shower, each
    taking turns in the bathroom. Then they inspected their purchases at the
    mall.

    Nancy had bought a tight, black, wool miniskirt, a white camisole that
    tucked in to the skirt. She had also purchased a black, demi-cup bra
    that strapped tightly around in back. It was cut low and pulled her
    titties tightly together in a bulging cleavage. The bra was underwired
    and made her big tits stick out like two juicy melons. She also bought a
    black garter belt, that fit her tummy tightly, with straps that
    stretched down across her ass, the spandex pull cutting into her
    luscious asscheeks. Her nylons were seamed in the back, black around the
    top, lighter sheerness down the legs.

    She had the lingerie on, looking at herself in the mirror.

    "Looks good," Chris said.

    "I've never worn anything like this before," young Nancy said, turning,
    looking at the way the pink panties she had just pulled on cut hotly
    across her ass, how they pulled in at her crotch in a soft nylon muffin.

    Chris fit herself into a strapless pink stretch bustier with a gentle
    hug knit that shaped her beautifully and enhanced her supple body. It
    was lightly boned, and had adjustable garters that she strapped to a
    pair of white nylons. The pink corset glittered sexily, the pink garters
    pulled tight and she hooked them into the nylons. To this ensemble,
    Chris added a pair of white panties.

    "I think I'll wear pink panties with this black," Nancy said, pulling on
    a sweet pair of nylon delights.

    "Let's both wear black heels," Chris said.

    They put them on.

    Chris smiled. "Boy, we're big-time hot, huh?"

    "Yeah!"

    "We oughta go turn my brothers on."

    "Wow, that'd be fun! You do it with your brothers?" Nancy asked.

    "You kiddin'? No way. But I love to tease 'em and see 'em get boners."

    "Should we?"

    "Yeah, come on!"

    Chris led Nancy to her brothers' room. They were both All-American lads
    with blond crewcuts and lean scrawny bodies. They were sitting on the
    floor, playing a game of Monopoly.

    The darling girls walked in on the boys, wearing their sexy lingerie,
    looking sweet, beautiful and sexy.

    "Hi, guys," Chris said.

    They looked up ... then gasped.

    "Nancy, this is Bobby and Travis."

    "Hi," Nancy said, putting her hands on her hips. "What'cha guys doin'?"

    "Wow!" Travis said, looking at his sister and Nancy.

    The young beauties stood over the Monopoly board, in their heels, their
    sexy lingerie and all their glorious teen-queen charms on display for
    the young boys.

    "We'll play with you," Chris said. "We'll play strip Monopoly."

    The boys quickly agreed, and Chris and Nancy joined them around the
    board, kneeling. Chrissie cheated and the boys were quickly undressed,
    nude, their pricks hard and throbbing.

    "Say, you guys are all turned on, huh?" Chrissie smiled, eyeing her
    brothers' erections. Bobby had a six-inch hard-on and Travis had five
    rigid inches.

    "Yes!" Travis chirped.

    Chris and Nancy stood up.

    "Well, you better stand up and we'll have a look at those boners. And
    I'll roll the dice. If you lose, you have to pump those pricks for us,
    okay, you guys?" Chris said.

    They agreed.

    She rolled the dice and of course the boys lost.

    "Okay, let's see you do it," Chris said.

    The boys grabbed their cocks and started jerking, but Nancy decided to
    have some fun of her own. She moved in on the boys and got a grip on
    their cocks. She squeezed on the firm, throbbing hard-ons, and pumped
    her hands as she stood in front of them.

    "You like that, guys?" Chrissie asked, all hot and excited watching
    Nancy play with her brothers' brick-hard pricks.

    "Yes!" Bobby gulped, his hard cock bubbling, gooping with teen cream at
    the stiff tip.

    Nancy rolled her palms over their frothing cockheads, gathered some goop
    on her hands, then slicked back down on the stalks of their dicks,
    drawing her hand in a loose grip-back and forth-back and forth, slowly.

    "Feel her panties down there, Bobby," Chris said.

    "Like this?" he gasped, sending his eager young hand into the soft
    muffin crotch of Nancy's pussy-pink panties.

    He rubbed and rubbed. Nancy liked the feel of his hot hand fucking her
    jizzing pussy.

    "I wanna feel your panties," Travis said to Chrissie.

    "No."

    "Why?"

    "'Cause you're my brother, that's why."

    "Oh, let him feel," Nancy said. "It won't hurt nothin'."

    "I better not," Chris whispered.

    "Aw, go on!"

    "Well, all right then, Travis. You can feel my pants, but just for a
    minute ... here, I'll take your hand and put it down there. Yes, yes,
    right there, Travis ... then you rub, like Bobby's doin' to Nancy."

    "Whoooo!" Travis sighed, sucking in his breath in a hot gulp.

    Chrissie's white panties hugged her pussy, and her cunt was soft but
    firm on Travis' itching fingertips. He felt a mossy loveliness there,
    and he rubbed harder, faster, and Chrissie's cunny spritzed and her
    pussy juice seeped through the, thin nylon to Travis' fingers.

    "Here, you put your hand in my panties, Bobby," Nancy said, still
    pulling on both boys' cocks.

    Bobby dipped into her panties, his hand engrossed into the thick carpet
    of brown cunt hair. His fingers slipped automatically into her
    cunt-slit.

    "Mmmmmm, finger me, Bobby!" Nancy whispered. "Finger me!"

    "Like this?" he said, his finger slicking in and out.

    "Yeah, down there in my pants, finger me."

    "I wanna be down there in your panties, Chrissie!" Travis gulped.

    "No."

    "Please!"

    "No."

    The young boy was on fire for Chris. He pulled out of Nancy's
    prick-grip. He jerked his lovely sister to him, embraced her, pulled her
    tight against his nude body and his bending young cock, then he kissed
    her savagely. His hands went behind her and he dug his fingers into her
    plush ass.

    She broke away. "Don't, Travis!"

    He stuck his hand in her panties.

    "No-oooohhh!" she sighed as Travis slipped a hot finger into her pussy
    and started finger-fucking her, his hand deep in her panties, his
    knuckles jiggling out the crotch. His free hand kept fanning her pantied
    ass.

    "Take your hand out of there right now, Travis!" Chrissie huffed.

    "Aw, let him play in your pants, Chris ... that looks good." Nancy
    smiled.

    "Play with my peter like Nancy's doin' to Bobby!" Travis begged.

    "No! Absolutely not!"

    "Please, Chrissie!" he begged.

    "Do it, Chris!" Nancy urged.

    "No."

    "Aw, just for a minute," Travis pleaded.

    "Okay, then, Travis. Here," Chrissie said.

    She slipped her hand between them and gripped his hard, hot cock. She
    squeezed his bubbling prick, jerked on the stalk, looking down, then up
    to see Travis' reaction, her head bobbing as she watched her own hand
    job, then his passionate face.

    Travis' prick squirted a spatter of cum into Chrissie's hand.

    "Okay, that's enough," she said, letting go of his hot-thumping cock.

    His finger still fucked her cunt.

    "Take your hand out of my pants now, too!" Chris scolded, pulling on his
    arm.

    Nancy smiled. "Wanna fuck me, Bobby?"

    "I-I don't know how," the boy panted.

    Nancy let go of his prick. She pulled her panties down her thighs. She
    took his gooping six-inch prick and inserted the bristling stalk into
    her slushy snatch.

    "Oooohhh! Ahhhaa!" the boy moaned delightedly.

    "Now, just hump in and out," Nancy said, placing her hands on his hips,
    pushing and pulling on him, showing the young lad how to fuck her.

    "Ohhhh! Oh, that's good!" he gulped, his hands roaming behind Nancy,
    cupping her fine, curvy, amazing ass.

    Travis watched. "I wanna do that to you, Chris!"

    "Uh-uh, no way, kid," Chris replied.

    "Well, just lemme feel your butt at least. I think you got the best butt
    in the whole world, Sis."

    "Okay, you can feel my butt then."

    Chris and Travis stood next to the fucking Bobby and Nancy, facing them,
    and Travis got behind her, cupping her asscheeks and peeking over her
    shoulder as he watched Nancy fuck Bobby.

    "That's right, Bobby, like that!" Nancy said. "Just hump in and out!"

    She had her chin tucked, looking down, watching the slide of the lad's
    prick into her pussy, her hands still clasped to his thin, wiry hips.
    His ass pumped, and his prick punched. His little balls swung back and
    forth in a hot, swinging sack. He reached up and cupped Nancy's big
    teenette titties.

    Travis underhanded Chrissie's ass, her fine pastry-soft, marble-slick,
    deluxe butt. His prick slapped at her asscheeks.

    "Don't hit me with your boner back there!"

    Chris admonished. "Just feel, that's all you can do!"

    Now Bobby moved one hand behind Nancy and cupped her ass. His other hand
    jiggled her tits out of the bra. She looked gorgeous in her black bra,
    her tits hot and heavy. Her pink panties were a tight pull of nylon just
    above her knees, and her garter belt was tight, the straps slashing into
    her milky thighs. Her nylons, her black, shiny high heels-all of this a
    sight, a moment of delicious excitement for Bobby.

    "You like that?" Chrissie asked. "You like fuckin' Nancy, Bobby?"

    "Yes!"

    Chris was hot. Her pussy juiced. Travis kept feeling her ass. He stuck
    his cock in her asscrack.

    "Stop that, Travis! Take your peter outta there!" Chris cried.

    "I love your ass, Chrissie!" Travis panted in her ear.

    "Well ... But don't put your ... oh! Oh, shit! Travis!

    He had his cock up her ass!

    "Stop! Ohhh, stop!" Chrissie cried.

    Travis humped in and out, fucking his hard little prick into the
    delicious luxury of Chrissie's shitter.

    "Uh-uh-uhhh!" she panted. "I said ... stop!"

    But he kept fucking.

    "Oh, shit! He's fuckin' my asshole, Nancy!" Chris yelled.

    "I -- I can see," Nancy said, looking over and watching the passionate
    expression on Chrissie's face.

    Chris watched Bobby fuck Nancy.

    Travis humped in and out. His cock slicked a fast fuck up Chrissie's
    ass.

    "Shit, he's cornholin' me!" Chris huffed.

    "Fuck me, Bobby!" Nancy purred sexily. "Fuck me!"

    "Oh, Chrissie!" Travis whispered in Chris' ear. "I love your ass! I love
    you!"

    "You're gonna get it, you little bastard!" Chrissie growled, sliding her
    hands down on her knees and waving her magnificent teen ass at Travis.

    "I always wanted to do this. Ever since I can remember, I wanted to put
    my peter up your butt," Travis whispered.

    "You're gonna be sorry, you bad little bastard!" Chris snapped, whirling
    her ass at his punching prick.

    Bobby reached out and quickly shoved a finger into Chrissie's purring
    pussy.

    "Aw, shit! Stop that, Bobby! He's got his finger in my cunt, Nancy!"

    "I know, and he's fuckin' me!" Nancy replied.

    Chris writhed. "You shouldn't be fingerfuckin' me, Bobby! Ah! Ahhhh,
    shit, my butt! My butt! Oh shit, Travis! Fuck my butt! Come on damnit!
    Fuck my butt!"

    Chris burned hot. The finger in her cunt, the whole scene before her,
    the hot cock-rod up her ass, made her tingle, go weak with desire, with
    ecstasy.

    "Come on, come on! Fuck my shitter, you nasty brat!" Chris yelled.

    "Oh, Chrissie!" Travis choked, humping wildly behind her.

    "Fuck fuck fuck!" Nancy cried, her voice low, sultry.

    Travis blew his load in Chrissie's asshole.

    "Ah!" she yelped. "Oh, shit! Cripes! He's shootin' a hot load up my
    pooper!"

    Bobby came. His cock exploded in Nancy's pussy. A hot gush of cream
    poured in. Nancy felt the splashing spray as she shivered and came.

    "You bad little butt-fucker!" Chrissie huffed, her body shuddering.

    Bobby shivered with delight as he climaxed, his cock spewing a hot jizz
    splash into Nancy, his finger vibrating like a dildo in Chris' pussy.

    Nancy had her arms hooked around Bobby's neck. She held on as he fucked
    her and as she came. But she was so hot, so excited, so trembly that she
    melted to her knees, and Bobby's prick slipped out, still spurting cum.
    She fell to the floor, slumped down on the Monopoly board.

    Bobby fisted his cock and shoved it into Chrissie's pussy.

    "Don't you dare!" Chrissie cried, but his prick was in her cunt, still
    hard, still hot, still spurting. Bobby humped hard.

    "Bobby! Stop that! Stop fuckin' me!" Chris yelled.

    He didn't listen to her pleas. He worked hard. And behind Chris, Travis
    popped her pooper with his pulsing prickstick.

    Travis pulled his cock out and got down on the floor with Nancy. He
    mounted her. She took his spewing prick and shoved it into her pussy.
    They were fucking right on Park Place.

    Then Bobby and Chris were on the floor next to Travis and Nancy.

    Bobby mounted Chris.

    "Don't! I'm not gonna let you do it! You're not gonna fuck me!" Chris
    screamed.

    But he was already on top of her, his cock in her cunt.

    Monopoly money flew, the board moved under Nancy's ass. Chris spread her
    legs. The girls, in their sexy lingerie attire, all spread out for the
    young lads, looked delicious.

    Chris pumped up and down, her big, juicy ass splashing on the carpet.
    Nancy humped up and down on the board.

    "Okay, then!" Chris gulped. "Fuck me! This is the first and last time,
    but go ahead, Bobby. Fuck me! Fuck me, you brat!"

    "Yeah, fuck fuck fuck!" Nancy whispered.


    Chapter 11


    The next day Chris and Nancy took a taxi to meet Mr. Milton at the
    motel. They knocked, and the handsome man let them in. He was attired in
    a dressing robe, a maroon shortie. He was nude underneath.

    The girls had their cheerleading bags with them, and they carried all
    their purchases in the bags. Mr. Milton welcomed them, then took out a
    stack of hundred-dollar bills. He handed ten to each girl.

    "Now, you can go into the other room, change into something sexy. I'll
    wait out here in the living room. Come out when you are ready, and we'll
    take some pictures. Remember, girls, I want you to look as sexy as you
    know how."

    The girls took their bags in the bedroom and closed the door.

    "Jeez, he gave us each a thousand dollars! I can't believe it!" Chris
    whispered.

    "Listen, he gets real hot," Nancy said. "We can make a lot more too. If
    he wants to do more than just take pictures, we say that's all we wanna
    do, that the thousand was for that, and he'll give us more.

    "No kiddin'?"

    "Yeah, last time he gave me close to two thousand dollars."

    "No, no shit!" Chrissie gulped. "We're gonna be rich!"

    The girls were already out of their jeans and tank tops, and were
    deciding which outfit to wear first for Mr. Milton.

    "I'm gonna wear all pink, that tight pink waist-cincher. Tie me in, will
    you?" Chrissie said.

    Nancy got behind her and pulled the nylon-spandex cincher around
    Chrissie's belly and pulled tight. It was boned in the front, and had
    white ribbons on the top.

    "I'm gonna wear those tight white panties 'cause they pull in so snug on
    my snatch," Nancy said, pulling on a pair of thin bikini panties.

    Chrissie adjusted the satin merrywidow, adjusting the bra-cups with a
    lacy pink drawstring that she tied in a bow and let hang down the front.

    "I'll put on this bustier, the black one with the built-in underwire
    fitted with that special U. I like that, it's all lace, and it has those
    real long black garter straps, and that U pulls in real sexy on my
    titties, don't you think?"

    "Yeah, you look hot. I'll snap the hooks in back for you, make it real
    tight so your boobies sit way up there."

    Chris did the back of Nancy's merrywidow. Then Chris slipped into the
    black panties to go with her pink cincher. The girls added nylons and
    black heels. They appraised their magnificent young bodies in the
    mirror.

    "Your ass looks great stickin' out there," Nancy said.

    "Good as your boobs, huh?"

    "Yeah," Nancy smiled, "good as my tits."

    The girls entered the other room.

    Mr. Milton gasped at their remarkable loveliness. "Oh, yes, girls!
    That's marvelous! You are the epitome of my search for the perfect
    woman."

    He snapped off a bunch of pictures.

    "Should we be sexy?" Nancy asked.

    "Yes, be sexy, girls."

    Nancy pulled her white panties down and showed Mr. Milton her fuzzy
    brown pussy. Chrissie followed, doffing her pink panties, jerking them
    down, as Nancy did, to her knees.

    "How 'bout this, sir? You can see our pussies," Nancy said.

    The girls stood near the bar, leaning on it and pushing out their hips.
    Nancy undulated lewdly. Chrissie did the same. Mr. Milton shot off a
    constant flash of pictures.

    "Yes, yes," he mumbled. "That's wonderful, girls!"

    Nancy's black merrywidow glistened, her tits bulging like two big balls
    in the U-shaped bra top. Her little white pants were a tight pull
    between her thighs. Chrissie's pink cincher sparkled, her pink panties
    tight at her knees.

    The girls gawked at Mr. Milton's prick as it snapped out from between
    the folds of his robe. The big juicy nine-inch cock wobbled and
    throbbed.

    Nancy saw how hot he was, and she wanted to get him frying. She pulled
    her tits up over the top of the black merrywidow. Chris turned and
    showed him her splendid ass, the eggshell-slick curves.

    "Oh, girls!" Mr. Milton gasped.

    His eyes glanced from Chrissie's divine ass to Nancy's scrumptious tits.
    His cock throbbed, thumped, wobbled, the head bloating. A thick goop of
    cum spewed out at the girls. The wad of goo landed in front of Chrissie
    on the thick blue carpet.

    Chris looked over her shoulder, shuddering at the sight of Mr. Milton's
    spurting prick. She waved her delightful ass at the admiring man.

    Nancy slid farther down on the bar, pushed her hips out daringly,
    rolled, then undulated her teen pussy.

    Mr. Milton took more pictures.

    Chris' legs were wide apart, her heels on the floor, her calves taut,
    her ass a magnificent looking piece of art.

    Mr. Milton took a full roll of photos. He set the camera on the coffee
    table. He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling, his prick
    oozing pre-cum.

    "I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered.

    "Well, you didn't say nothing 'bout that, sir," Nancy teased.

    "Yeah, you said just pictures," Chris huffed.

    "But -- but, girls. I'll give you more money," he said, going to his
    wallet, taking out some more hundreds and placing them on the bar by the
    girls.

    "I suppose you can then, Mr. Milton," Nancy said. "Okay, Chris? Wanna
    let him play with your pussy?"

    "I guess."

    Mr. Milton's arms reached out, and his trembling fingers plunged into
    the splendor of the girls' young cunts. He rubbed, tickled, then slid
    his finger up and down their slick slits, finally screwing a thumb into
    each girl's pussy.

    "I'm gonna finger-fuck you, girls," he murmured.

    "Well, all right then," Nancy said. "Go ahead, finger us."

    She set her legs farther apart, then pushed her hips out and undulated
    her tight young cunt on his punching thumb. Chris did the same. Nancy
    reached for his cock and got a good grip on his hard stalk.

    "I'll squeeze your peter for you too, sir."

    Mr. Milton changed strokes, underhanding a middle finger into each
    slick, sweet snatch, fingering the girls with a sure, slow slide.

    "Mmmmm!" he moaned, his fingers slushing in their juicy young cunts.

    Both girls leaned back against the bar, legs apart, rolling their hips
    in a suggestive cheerleader bump -- the same salacious swirl they
    performed on the field in their little uniforms. But they were in
    glossy, tight, sexy lingerie now, and their pretty faces were painted
    with passion.

    Chrissie watched Mr. Milton's finger fuck in and out of her pussy, and
    she tingled with the shivering excitement that the friction produced --
    a steady goosebump vibration.

    Nancy pulled and pushed on his big prick.

    "Yeah, yeah!" he mumbled.

    "Boy, his prick is hard," Nancy said. "Jeez!"

    Chris reached down and wrapped her darling fingers on his pulsing
    prickstick.

    "Cripes, yeah! It's like a hunk of iron!"

    They squeezed his enormous nine-inch prick. His cockhead fizzled,
    foamed, spit a goop of cum that landed on Chrissie's creamy thigh, just
    above her nylon top, next to her pink, glittering garter strap.

    "Whoooo!" Chris sighed, a rush of hot breath steaming from her pretty
    red mouth.

    Mr. Milton's fingers sluiced into the sticky goodness of the girls'
    gummy-tight cunts. Slick, slick, slick ... his fucking finger made sweet
    noises, made their cunts respond to him.

    He leaned in and kissed Nancy, his hot, manly lips pressing on her pink
    mouth. His tongue entered her mouth. She nibbled it gently, teasingly.
    She squeezed tighter on his prick as he sawed his finger in and out of
    her pussy.

    Then he broke the kiss and leaned over to Chrissie. Their wet mouths met
    in a fucking French kiss. His hand diddled her cunt.

    "Let's fuck, girls!" Mr. Milton blurted. "Let's fuck!"

    "Golly, sir," Nancy said, her hand creamy with Mr. Milton's cum as she
    slicked his prick. "You didn't say you wanted to fuck us. Did he,
    Chrissie?"

    "Uh-uh, you didn't say nothin' 'bout fuckin', Mr. Milton."

    "You just wanted pictures, and look ... now we're playin' with your
    peter and stuff," Nancy said.

    "Yeah, and you got your finger in our little puffies," Chris whispered
    lewdly.

    "Look, girls," Mr. Milton panted hoarsely. "I wanna fuck and suck. I'll
    give you more money, don't worry. I'm a rich man. I'll give you more."

    "You promise?" Nancy cooed.

    "Yes, yes!"

    "Well, okay then. You can fuck us. Okay, Chrissie?"

    "Yeah, I guess. You can fuck us, Mr. Milton."

    The handsome man shuddered with excitement. His cock billowed. His face
    was flushed. His finger fucked furiously in and out of the girls' cunts.

    He dropped to his knees. His hands went behind Chris. He cupped her
    teen-dream ass. He muffed his face into her pussy and licked his tongue
    up and down the delicious slit.

    "Awwwww, shit!" Chrissie cried. "He's lickin' my caboose!"

    "I know! Wow!" Nancy gasped.

    Then he was on Nancy, his mouth sucking like a vacuum cleaner.

    "Wheeew!" she hissed. "Whoo, come on! Hey, you're suckin' like a cow or
    somethin' on my pussy!"

    Then Mr. Milton got up.

    "I want you on your hands and knees on the carpet, Nancy."

    She obeyed and positioned herself beautifully on all fours. Her tits
    swung low, her garter straps cut a black swath on her ass and thighs.

    "Then, Chrissie, I want you to stand up, over Nancy, straddle her with
    your back to me. Yes, like that. So you're both facing the other way.
    Now bend over a little, Chrissie, put your hands on your knees. That's
    it, arch your ass."

    Mr. Milton had the girls stacked just right.

    He dropped to his knees behind Nancy. "I'm gonna stick my cock through
    your legs, and you get it, Nancy, and you put it in your pussy."

    "Okay."

    He shoved the big cockstalk between her thighs. Nancy underhanded his
    throbbing prick and plugged the bristling head into her scorching
    snatch.

    "Ahhhh! Oooooh!" she sighed.

    Mr. Milton began a slow fuck stroke, rocking back and forth on his knees
    behind her. Then he leaned forward and stuck his tongue up Chrissie's
    ass.

    "Oh, shit!" Chris yelped. "He's tongue-fuckin' my ass, Nancy!"

    "And fuckin' me!" Nancy howled.

    Mr. Milton was a delighted man. He cupped Chrissie's ass, spread her
    asscheeks, slivered his long tongue at her asshole.

    "Gawwww, shit!" Chris moaned.

    Mr. Milton drilled Chrissie's asshole. He fucked his big spurting prick
    at Nancy's sucking pussy. She waved her ass at him, looked down, tucked
    her chin in tightly, peered back and saw the glide of his slick prick.

    He was a fortunate man as he rocked in and out, punching his prick in
    Nancy's cunt, as he sent his tongue quivering at Chrissie's beautiful
    butt.

    And he knew then that he was lucky to be so filthy rich. No matter what
    anyone said, money, could buy anything. He knew this now, because he was
    a lucky man living out a fantasy that he had always envisioned.

    Chris screamed. "Shit! They all wanna lick my ass!"

    "They all wanna fuck me and feel my tits!" Nancy exclaimed.

    Mr. Milton rocked harder. His cock sawed a slushy slick slide. His
    tongue twirled on Chrissie's shitter. She stuck a finger in her cunt and
    twittered her clit.

    "Mmmmm! Mmmm, girls!" Mr. Milton mumbled.

    "Fuck me, mister!" Nancy huffed.

    "Eat my cunt!" Chris whispered.

    "All cum ... All cum together," Mr. Milton mumbled.

    Chrissie diddled her clit faster. Nancy undulated her ass at Mr.
    Milton's punching prick. His tongue slopped at Chrissie's asshole.

    Nancy came first. A hot vibration simmered her. She shook. She stopped
    waving her ass. Mr. Milton pumped. His sweet prick thrilled her.

    He came.

    A hot load of goopy stuff slushed into Nancy's pussy.

    "Ahhhh, shit!" she cried.

    "My butt! My butt!" Chrissie called, her finger a blur on her clit.

    They came. They climaxed. They experienced that wonderful tingle of
    satisfaction.

    Mr. Milton fucked fast, hard. His tongue swiped Chrissie's asshole.
    Nancy shuddered violently.

    "Ahhhh! Mmmmm!" Mr. Milton mumbled, his mouth a hot suction cup on
    Chris' ass.

    "Oh, sir! Fuck! Fuck!" Nancy cried.


    Chapter 12


    The lovely girls took a cab back to Chrissie's. They snuck upstairs and
    counted their money. Mr. Milton had given them each two thousand
    dollars.

    "Cripes! I can't believe I got so much money!" Chrissie said.

    "He wants to see us again, and he asked me if I'd travel with him this
    summer," Nancy said.

    "I know. You gonna?"

    "Jeez. Maybe. It might be real fun and stuff. I could tell my mom that
    I'm on a school trip or somethin'."

    "Sure. Let's take a shower and watch some TV," Chris suggested.

    The girls showered, then went into Chrissie's room. The house was
    silent. Her folks were out. Her brothers were at a movie.

    They were nude.

    Chris went to a dresser drawer, opened it, rumbled around in the back,
    and produced a big two-headed dildo - a long hard, slick rubber dildo
    with a wire in the middle to make it hard and a big bulbous cockhead on
    each end.

    "I always wanted to do somethin' with this dildo, you and me," Chris
    said.

    "Yeah?" Nancy whispered.

    "Yeah. Like fuck each other with it, wanna?"

    "Sure."

    "See, what I do is put this end in my pussy, and you come over and stand
    right here ... like that, yeah ... And then you plug the other end in
    yours ... then we start fuckin'!"

    "Jeez," Nancy said, looking down, seeing the big dildo looking like an
    arm between them.

    "We just fuck like we were men ... we hump in and out ... yeah, you got
    it ... like that. I fuck you, you fuck me, and we fuck each other. Feel
    good?"

    "Yeah, it really does!" Nancy whimpered. "I always wanted to feel your
    big tits, Nancy," Chris said.

    "So feel 'em, okay?"

    Chris cupped Nancy's tits.

    "And I always wanted to see how this ass felt that men love so much,"
    Nancy said, her hands getting behind Chris, her fingers pinching into
    Chrissie's dream butt.

    "We're fuckin'!" Chrissie whispered.

    "Yeah, fuckin'!" Nancy said.

    "Oh, shit, this feels good!" Chris howled.

    "I know. Feels fuckin' good!" Nancy smiled sexily, pumping the dildo
    into Chrissie's cunt.

    "Just think of all the guys out there who would love to be doin' this to
    us, Nancy."

    "I know, I know. They'd love to fuck our pussies like this."

    "They sure would."

    "But we're not gonna let 'em, are we?"

    "No!" Chrissie replied.

    "We're gonna make 'em pay."

    "Damn right!"

    "'Cause we're worth it."

    "You got that right," Chrissie said.

    "Because we're good lookin', we're young, and we got great bodies."

    "And you got that right, too!"

    "So, we're fuckin' ... And we know all the boys, all the men out there,
    would love to be slickin' dick to us like this. "

    Chrissie pumped harder, kept rubbing Nancy's tits.

    "Yeah! Boys wanna fuck us! Older men wanna fuck us! They all wanna fuck
    us!"

    "We'll maybe we'll let them if they want it bad enough," Nancy said.

    "Yeah, we'll let 'em fuck us, but they gotta wanna fuck us real bad,
    huh?"

    "Yeah!"

    They fucked hard, fast, the two lovely girls in a hot embrace.

    "I'm gonna cum!" Nancy shrieked.

    "Yeah! Me too! Let's cummm -- ahhhhh! Oh cripes!" Chrissie yelled.

    "Listen, if you ever wanna fuck me again with this dildo," Nancy said.
    "It's gonna cost you, Chrissie."


    The End

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