Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

"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.