Victoria Parker - No cherry cheerleader

The sweater pulled in against her growing tits, and they were juicy and ripe as they pushed back at the tight material, sticking out like two big oranges, hard, round, juicy.

The tiny black skirt flared out in inverted orange pleats high on her gorgeous thighs. She had on black knee socks and orange tennis shoes. Her hair was done in pigtails, parted in the middle, her bangs on her forehead.

Kelly was stunning, and she looked great to the men in the stands. She could see their hot stares, and she liked the attention, which made her hot down in her bright orange bloomers.

She knew that she was going to love being a cheerleader and that she would have many exciting experiences associated with it. She looked wonderful swinging her hips next to Pam out on the field.

Pam and Kelly left the game when it was over. They decided to get together later that evening over at Pam's house.

"I'll have the place to myself, and we can use my mom's dildo and fuck each other. We can see some porno videos on the VCR, too."

"Jeez, okay," little Kelly said.

She went home and found her mother and Mr. Karl Carson there. They had just pulled in as Kelly walked up to the house. They all went in and Angie fixed Mr. Carson a drink.

Kelly went into the kitchen, said she was going up stairs the back way, but stayed in the kitchen and peeked through the door at her mom and Mr. Carson.

He looked about fifty. He was tall, had sandy hair, and wore glasses.

Angie, Kelly's mother, sat at the bar in a tight black skirt, pink blouse, heels, and black hose.

"Well, you know I could use the promotion," Kelly heard her mother say. "Not only for the prestige, but for the raise in salary. It costs a lot of money to raise a teenaged girl, send her to a fine school, all that."

"Well, I'm certainly considering it," Mr. Carson said.

"Okay, good." Angie smiled. "I'll go take a quick shower and dress. Have a couple drinks."

Mr. Carson nodded, and Angie went upstairs. The shower went on and Kelly walked into the living room. Kelly walked to the bar. "Hi, Mr. Carson, how you doin' tonight?"

He gazed at her youthful beauty, her curves bulging all over the uniform. "Fine, fine. How are you Kelly? Did you have a game today?"

"Yes," she said.

"You look real good," he said.

"Aw, it's just my uniform, sir."

"I'll bet you're a good cheerleader," he said.

Kelly could see how hot he was for her. His passion was reflected in his eyes, his intense face.

"You gonna give Mom the promotion?"

Kelly asked.

"I've been thinking about it," he said. Kelly lifted her little black skirt and showed him her bright orange bloomers.

"You can feel if you wanna, Mr. Carson," she whispered.

He was astounded, delighted. His cock throbbed, really throbbed to a stiff hard-on. It knifed up in the crotch of his trousers. He reached out and slid his fingers into the crotch of the orange pants, tenderly feeling, as though he were caressing a bar of gold.

Kelly looked down at his slow-moving hand.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead, feel me there if you wanna. Yeahhhh, like that!" Kelly said softly.

He rubbed her pussy. She eyed the bulge in his slacks. His fingers scratched her cunt, sucking and sliding on the crotch of her tight silk bloomers.

"I can pull 'em down if you want me to," Kelly said.

"Lemme do it!" he gasped, and slid from the stool at the bar. He leaned against it, thumbed Kelly's pants and tugged them down on her thighs to reveal her sweet pussy.

He stood back and admired the delicious looking nymphette's golden charms, the curls that surrounded her beautiful young pussy, her sleek legs, the thighs perfectly pure and white.

Kelly's lips were glistening. Her pretty, young face radiated enchantment, and her brown eyes had a hint of challenge in them.

"My, God, you're beautiful!" Mr. Carson gasped.

Kelly kept staring at the bulge in his slacks.

"You got a big hard-on, sir," she whispered.

He was so excited he thought his heart would give out and that he'd die on the spot. He slid his hands around Kelly and cupped her ass in a hot but tender clutch.

"Oh, God, what an ass! What a beautiful little ass!" he panted.

The asscheeks, so smooth to his manly touch sent shimmers of desire through Mr. Carson, the likes of which he hadn't felt in years.

He kissed her lips, pulling her close, his fingers pinching into the cheeks of her ass, his cock thumping wildly in his pants.

"You can feel my pussy if you wanna, sir," Kelly whispered. "But you better hurry before Mom comes down."

He slid a hand around and dipped down between them, his fingers threading into the fuzzy wonders of Kelly's little schoolgirl, cheerleader cunt.

Kelly reached over and rubbed on his hard-on.

He broke their kiss, panting, hot as fire. His finger slid into her pussy.

Kelly took his cock out. The prickshaft was at least three inches thick. The head was purple and creamy, like a big beet. Kelly gripped the snub-nosed prick in her little hand. He had about seven inches of quivering cock-meat.

The hot hardness felt good to Kelly. She liked the feel of his thick prick in her grip.

She pumped.

He finger-fucked her.

"You gonna give Mommy that promotion, sir?" Kelly asked.

"I-I…"

"I'll suck your prick if you'll do it. If you give her the promotion and the raise, I'll suck you off."

"Jeez!" he gasped.

How could he refuse.

"Of course, of course," he said. "I'll be happy to give her the raise."

Kelly bent over. His hand slipped off her pussy. She ducked down on his prick, kissed the tip with her pink lips, held the cock-shaft down at the base, then tried to suck the big cock-head into her little mouth.

She finally got it all in her mouth. He had jaw-breaker prick. She sealed her sweet lips around the top of his cock, plunging her pink mouth down onto the meaty prick.

Mr. Carson was lost in sweet ecstasy. He thought he must be dreaming. It was too much – a darling young cheerleader sucking on his thick prick.

"Ohhhhh, darling!" he moaned. "Suck me, little darling, please keep sucking like that!"

Kelly glanced up, then bobbed down again, up and down, up and down, up and down she went on his hard cock, her little lips like a suction cup.

"I wanna fuck you!" he panted.

Kelly slid her mouth off his prick. "I dunno, do we have time?"

"Let's try."

"Jeez, fuck?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, but hurry, sir."

He took her orange bloomers off, lifting her up so that she straddled him on the barstool, her legs dangling over the sides of his. His prick stuck up between her thighs. He fisted it and held the cock-shaft. Kelly placed her hands on his shoulders, lifted up, then came down on it.

"It's so darn big and stuff!" she whispered. "I dunno if it'll go in!"

But it did. The thick prick almost split her open. Her little pussy-lips were stretched around the meaty cock-shaft.

Kelly looked precious sitting on top of the older man. He held her tiny cheerleading skirt up on her waist as Kelly bounced up and down slowly on his slick prick.

"Oh! This is wonderful!" Mr. Carson gasped.

Kelly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then fucked in little swirls up and down on his prick.

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, Kelly!" Mr. Carson panted.

"I guess I am," she whispered. "I love it! Fuck, fuck! Fuck me!"

"That's what I'm doin, sir. I'm fuckin' on you."

"Faster, harder!" he moaned. Kelly bounced up and down wildly on his prick, dancing with hot fuck-strokes, her little ass slapping on his thighs when she came down from a high bump.

His big prick bulged in her cunt.

Kelly fucked faster.

He bucked up off the stool, fucking his cock up into her sucking cunt. Kelly felt so damn good she wanted to scream.