Victoria Parker - Pay for play cheerleaders

"I'm so hot," Chris said.

"Please, girls!" Mr. Towson choked.

"I wanna cum," Chris whispered.

"Take your jeans down, girls," Mr. Towson suggested.

The lovely lassies were quick to obey their teacher, both doffing their blues, pushing them down their gorgeous legs until they gathered around their ankles. Nancy's little nylon panties, snazzy and snatchy, were snuggled tightly into her crotch. Chrissie's bright-blue panties curved high on her amazing ass, leaving juicy slices of chunky asscheeks rippling below. They carved into her crotch in a dark-shaded V.

"I'd like to take your panties down, girls, since you insist on this wicked plan of yours to seduce me."

"What us?" Chris said, laughing.

Mr. Towson sat in the chair, his pants still around his ankles, his big cock hanging like a ring of bologna on the edge of the cushion. His eyes took in the girls' lovely allure, their sweet, radiant teen beauty, Nancy's fabulous tits – the way her luscious tits heaved against the sweater like two ripe grapefruits.

Mr. Towson glared at these big tits with mouth-watering passion. He glanced from girl to girl, at Chrissie's beautiful ass, her asscheeks, the roll, the curve, the sculptured perfection; and her tits that pushed at her tight light-blue sweater as if they were scoops of ice cream.

"Should we let Mr. Towson take our pants down, Nancy?" Chris cooed.

"Yeah, if he'll let us play with that big bull cock again!"

"You girls are such teasers," Mr. Towson moaned.

He fell to his knees in front of the chair. He wiggled toward Nancy. His hands slid along her thighs, then fanned behind her, clutched at her ass, felt it, then cupped her asscheeks. He muffled his face into the crotch of her pink panties and licked voraciously.

"Ah! Oooooh! Ooooh!" Nancy moaned.

Then he tugged at her panties, pulled them down, sliding the slick nylon over the marbled smoothness of her hips, pushing them down to her knees. He kissed her cunt, a sweet pussy that looked like a hot buttered biscuit. His tongue slithered into the gooey softness. He wiggled his big, wet tongue up and down Nancy's cunt-slit.

"Shit!" she howled. "Shitttt, he's lickin' – he's lickin' my pussy!"

A shivering tingle sizzled through her.

But Mr. Towson stopped. He wiggled to Chris. He licked his tongue up her thighs, leaving big gobs of spit, then his wide-open mouth enveloped the crotch of her blue panties, sucking, licking.

"Cripes!" Chris screamed.

Mr. Towson took her panties down, pulled them in a blue roll to the tops of her knees. He spun her around, his hands feeling her hips, then he clutched her ass, cupped her hot asscheeks, spread them and stuck his face into her furry, fuzzy asscrack. His tongue slobbered wildly up and down Chrissie's asscrack.

"Oooohhhheeeee! Ahhhh!" Chris cried. "Oooh, my butt! He's lickin' my butt!"

Indeed he was. His long, spearing tongue lathered up and down her damp asscrack and sent zingers of tickling sweetness through her. She shuddered, bent over, putting her hands on her knees, just below her panties, then moved each foot so the jeans were stretched. She got her legs as far apart as she could and wiggled her blue-ribbon butt at Mr. Towson. He spiked his tongue into her asshole.

"Oh, fuck!" Chrissie yelped. "Ooooh, shit! He's on my shithole!"

His tongue was rimming her with professional perfection, as if she'd sat down on a high-speed drill. The tingle vibrated through her and sent the pretty schoolgirl into a realm of pure pleasure.

"Wow!" Nancy gasped.

"Jeez!" Chris cried. "I… oh… shit, my asshole! I never felt anything like this. Shit!"

"Feel good?" Nancy asked, her finger in her cunt.

"Yeahhhh, shit yes!" Chris sighed.

Mr. Towson clutched and pinched Chrissie's ass, and his tongue danced with a furious frenzy on her bugger hole.

"Ass-licker!" Chris shouted. "Dirty ass-licker!"

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Mr. Towson mumbled, his tongue writhing twirling on her shitter.

"Big ass-licker!"

Mr. Towson slid his arm between Chrissie's thighs, his tongue still sizzling her asshole; he pushed through and his hand came out the other side. He crooked his thumb and stuck it in Chrissie's cunt, then thumbed in and out.

"Ooooh! Aaaah!" Chris whimpered. "He's fuckin' me now with his thumb!"

Mr. Towson gave the girl a thrill she would never forget. She became so hot and passionate, so excited, she tingled into a brilliant climax that gripped her, shivered her, stunned her, giving her an eternity of pleasure.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Sheeeez!"

Her orgasm gripped her, shuddered her. She loved the fine feeling buzzing through her. She stumbled forward and fell against the desk, but Mr. Towson had her cunt buttonholed with his thumb and he kept finger-fucking her. He got his face back in her asscrack, and he tongued her asshole.

Chrissie clutched the edge of the desk, quivering like an arrow that had just hit the target.

"Oh, shit!" she yelled. "Oh, cripes! That feeeeels soooo good!"

Her hands let go of the desk and she shuddered to the floor on her knees, still shaking and trembling.

Mr. Towson puffed away and got on his knees behind her. He pressed Chris to all fours as she kept cumming. He put one hand on the top of her ass and pushed down, then he thrust his cock into her cunt from behind.

"Eeeeoowwwww!" Chris screeched. "No! Shit! No!"

But Mr. Towson had four inches of his slick, thick prick in her teen-queen cunt. He rocked in and out, plunging his hard cockhead back and forth, sawing sweet short strokes into Chrissie's sucking-tight pussy.

"Oh, shit! No!" Chris sobbed, crawling forward on her knees.

But Mr. Towson grabbed her ponytail and held it like a leather rein as he slammed into her cunt from behind, his stomach clapping against the curves of her ass. His cockhead slithered in on a thick foamy lather, sliding in and out of Chrissie's cunt.

"He's fuckin' me, Nancy!" Chris yelled.

"I know it! Jeez, I know it!"

"I'm fuckin' you, little darling!" Mr. Towson gasped. "You are eighteen, aren't you?"

"Oh, gawwwd, shit!" Chris babbled.

Slam, bam, fuck-damn, Mr. Towson fucked in a rocking motion on his knees, one hand on her ass, one hand gripping her ponytail, pulling her face upward, chin pointed, mouth open, her body rocking with his, her marvelous ass arched and jiggling in rippling shimmers as Mr. Towson hammered in and out.

"Oh, honey!" he gasped, fucking good now, harder, faster, shoving two more inches of cock into Chrissie's cunt.

"Oh, no!" Chris sobbed. "Oh, shit! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck me with that bull dick!"

"Yeah, fuck her with that bull dick!" Nancy screamed.

Nancy fucked her pussy with her finger, bent over at the waist, watching the teacher fuck Chrissie.

Mr. Towson humped harder, jiggled Chrissie's whole body by yanking on her ponytail. She wiggled and writhed in front of him, face upturned, mouth open, panting, yipping.

"You bastard!" she shouted. "I didn't say you could fuck me like this!"

"But I am!"

"Oh, shit! Go on then, fuck me, Mister Teacher. Fuck me with that big cock! Put more of it in me!"

He did.

"Oooowwwww!" Chris shrieked.

He fucked faster.

Chris was in a dizzy tizzy. She swirled her fine ass back at the pumping teacher who kept slicking his cock to her like a greased hunk of sausage.

"Big dick! Big dick!" Chris mumbled.

"He's really screwin' you, Chrissie!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Screw me… screeeeewwww…"

Then Chris came.

Nancy tingled with pleasure.

Chrissie shook wildly.

Mr. Towson fucked faster. His cock bulged and he sprayed a hot load into her cunt.

"Aw, shit… Aw, fuck… All that stuff is shootin' in my cookie!" Chrissie cried.