Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

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!"

"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?"