Victoria Parker - The majorette loved spreading

Denise Darlington shuddered with excitement.

She stood on the edge of the football field waiting, ripples of fear flooding through her.

The beautiful young girl was ready to take the field as the featured baton twirler with the band. The gorgeous freshman was the first of her age to ever win the spot as top twirler. She had blown every other girl away at the auditions.

She stood beautifully in her white boots, her legs tanned, slim, the skin flawless. Her pretty, bright-red uniform hugged her delicious body, the slick material gloving her luscious teen curves, emphasizing the curves of her hips, the molding of her tight ass.

Her waist was trim, her tummy tight, flat. The red uniform pulled in and slashed around her chest, cut low, strapless, and her tits pushed at the top of the uniform like two juicy peaches.

Her long brown hair hung in a long fall on her shoulders, cascading out from under her white majorette hat.

Denise's bangs were visible on her forehead under the shiny black brim.

She stood ready, although her entrance was several minutes into the number the band played. She was a few feet in front of some men who were standing at a fence near the field.

"That little girl's got a fabulous ass," a man behind her said.

"The best I've ever seen," another man said.

They sounded like older men, Denise thought. But their admiring comments stung her with a hot needle that shot an injection of pleasure into her.

"Man that is really a fine ass!"

"She's good lookin' too."

"Look at that ass though."

"I'd kill for it!"

The banter about young Denise burned her ears. She never had heard such talk. It made her hot and gave her an exhilarated feeling, a buzz of sweet ecstasy, a shivering slice of pleasure. She loved the way they talked about her ass. She knew she had a good one. Men stared at it all the time.

Denise knew also that she was pretty, but the conversation behind her was a new, exciting experience.

She bent over slightly at the waist, holding her baton like a barbell, placing it on her thighs down by her knees, bent over slightly, arching her magnificent ass at the drooling men.

"Oh, shit, look at that," one man said.

"Fuck, she's too much. She makes me hard!"

"God, me too!" the other man panted. Denise was so damn hot her pussy gooshed in her uniform. The juices flowed. She came.

She was squizzling. The darling Darlington girl was cumming-squizzling, as she called it – right there on the football field, sexily bent over, showing her young girl ass to the men behind her.

Denise let the beautiful feeling shoot through her fine body.

Then Denise turned and looked over her shoulder and saw the two men. They were handsome businessmen, obviously friends, both a little drunk, both gawking hotly at her amazing ass.

One of the men snapped a picture of Denise – her ass, the way she was posed, the intense look on her face, her brown eyes sparkling in the lights.

It was about time to go on the field, touching her white boots, her divine ass stuck up.

She wiggled to the left and to the right as if she were stretching her muscles. Her ass swung slowly.

"I'd eat a mile of her shit just to get to where it came from," one the men said.

Denise had been born with superior hearing. That's how she picked up the lewd comments of the handsome businessmen leering over the fence at her.

"Young girls get mature fast these days."

"She's a sweet package."

"I'd like to doggie-fuck her all the way to Memphis."

"I'll bet she'd be a hot little fuck." Denise turned sideways, waiting for her cue.

"And look at those tits. Shit!"

"Nice, huh? Real round and juicy."

"Oh, if I were only a teenager again. I'd be after that little honey like a panting dog."

Denise was excited by what they said. She wondered if men always talked like that about young girls. She guessed they did. Her chest heaved. She stood at attention.

She marched onto the field and performed brilliantly, full of confidence after hearing the men pant after her with their lewd, but strangely thrilling comments.

She looked wonderful in the lights, her tight red uniform sparkling, her fine body moving, wiggling, jumping, bumping, her baton like a knife spinning through the air, then falling like a piece of fire into her curling fingers. She twirled the baton between her legs, behind her back and over her head.

She received a satisfying round of applause from the stands as she marched off the field with the band. She watched the rest of the game with her uniform on, standing on the sidelines, down at one end with the band, who kept up the school spirit by playing the school fight song.

After the game Denise went with the band to change. She had her own little dressing room with the girls. She slid into a tight jeans skirt. The faded blue mini wrapped her hips like a wet rag. She pulled on a tight pink sweater. Her beautiful tits bulged against the thin cotton.

She slipped into short pink heels, fixed her long, sandy hair in a bobbing ponytail, and went with her friend Marlene James to the school dance in the gym.

Branson High always had a dance for the students after a home game. One of the locally popular DJ's was spinning records when Denise and Marlene went in.

They walked up to the punch table. Mrs. Reardon, the retiring principal, was chatting with a handsome man. Denise recognized him immediately as one of the men talking naughty about her at the game.

Mrs. Reardon turned and saw Denise. "Oh, Denise, you were very good tonight. Very good. I'll miss your performances."

"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Reardon. This is your last week, isn't it?"

"Yes. Oh, this is Mr. Park. Dick Park's father. He's in the PTA and agreed to serve as a PTA chaperone tonight."

"Hello, Denise." Mr. Park smiled. "Mrs. Reardon is right, you were great tonight."

Denise smiled and nodded.

"This is my friend, Marlene," she said. Mr. Park's son Dick was the quarterback on the football team. He was handsome, and now Denise knew where he got his good looks. Mr. Park was tall, had brown hair, was thin, and manly handsome.

More chatting followed, then Marlene spotted her boyfriend Derek and she went to dance with him. Denise suddenly found herself alone with Mr. Park.

Mrs. Reardon had wandered off, chattering and making an annoyance of herself.

Mr. Park said, "Nice dance."

"So you're Dick's father," Denise said. He nodded. "You were quite good tonight."

Denise smiled, then blushed.

They stood for a moment in silence.

"We seem to be the only ones not dancing," Mr. Park said. "Should we?"

It was not uncommon for the chaperones to sometimes dance with, the students, mostly in a playful way. Still, Denise thought it strange but exciting that he would ask her.

She found herself in his arms, dancing to a slow, lilting love ballad.

Denise was a little frightened. After all, he was a grown man, a handsome man with a thin, tall frame.

They danced slowly and Mr. Park moved her to the side, off in a corner where it was darker. He pulled her closer and Denise felt something against her. She backed up quickly, looked down, and saw a thumping erection wobbling and throbbing around in Mr. Park's slacks.

She stared at it, then glanced up at Mr. Park's face. Then she looked back down. A small grin toyed at her lips. Her pretty face was intense.

Mr. Park pulled her closer again. Denise felt his hard prick slap against her belly.

She trembled, all over. She'd never experienced anything so thrilling. Mr. Park was as hot as hell. His prick throbbed against Denise. She was breathless. Her cunt gooshed in her panties. He held her tighter.