Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

"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' 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.

"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, Chris' 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."