Victoria Parker - The cousins eat out

"That was so good!" he gasped, falling back on the seat.

Tracey got up, her mouth dripping, her chin covered with Eugene's cum. She pulled a hanky from her purse and wiped off the dripping jism.

"Boy, Eugene, you've really taught me a lot today, haven't you?"

"And I've spent a lot of money too!" he whispered.

"It was worth it though, huh?"

"Oh, yes!" he groaned. "Oh, yes, Tracey!"

Tracey went out for the cheerleading squad at school and made it easily. She had the looks, and she had all the moves. She was one of six pretty young girls who became cheerleaders, and she was excited about the first game that was scheduled.

She put on her uniform at home, deciding to wear it at school, which was an option given the cheerleaders on the day of a game.

Tracey slipped into the little white skirt that had dark blue pants. She looked in the mirror and was gleefully happy that it was so incredibly short that she could show off her pretty legs. Then she added a long-sleeved blue sweater, and over that she fastened on a sleeveless light-blue vest. Her knee socks were dark blue. Finally, she put on her blue and white tennis shoes.

She looked in the mirror, then remembered that she hadn't put on his bloomers yet. She picked up the slick, bright royal-blue bloomers and wiggled into them, pulled them up in her crotch, made sure they cradled her ass just so, then decided she was ready.

At school, she received hot stares from the boys. She swayed down the hall, her little skirt swirling on her beautiful legs.

In history class, Mr. Dalton, the teacher, really gave her some lewd looks. She snuggled in her desk and let him have a good show of her legs, her knee socks, and once, when she crossed her legs, she saw him glance up her skirt.

Mr. Dalton was tall. He must be six-four, Tracey thought as she watched him lecture. He wore a gray suit, a three-piece outfit that fit him tightly. He looked as though he was about forty-five.

She wondered if she could get an A from him like she did from Mr. Palmer. After class, Tracey lingered as she picked up her books. Mr. Dalton stared at her. She turned and started to leave.

"You look very cute today," he said.

"I thought I looked more than cute," Tracey said.

"Well, you do indeed!"

"I thought I looked sexy!"

"Indeed! Indeed you do, my dear!"

"I saw you look up my skirt, Mr. Dalton."

"Well – ah – er I couldn't help…"

"That's okay. I liked it!"

"You did?"

"I'd like an A in this class, sir," Tracey said.

"You would, huh?"

"Yes… how about this?" she asked, and pulled her skirt up on her waist, letting the wide-eyed teacher look at her bright-blue bloomers.

"Oh, my!" he whispered.

"Like?" she asked, turning completely round.

"Oh, yes! What a perfectly beautiful…"

"Ass?"

"Yes, yes, beautiful, full, round ass!" he gasped.

"So, wanna feel it??"

She went to him, hoisted her skirt again, turned around, and let him run his hand over the sweet, slick curve of her wonderful, tight ass.

"Oh, God!" he whimpered, his fingers searching her slick bloomers. "Oh, my…"

"Feel good, sir?"

"Excellent!" he moaned, his hand cupping her asscheeks.

Tracey held her cheerleading skirt high as Mr. Dalton fumbled his eager hand over the splendid curve of her ravishing ass, feeling her billowing ass cheeks, the tantalizing slope of her ass.

"Are you gonna give me an A, sir?" Mr. Dalton had never been so brazenly spoken to in all his years of teaching. This was such a beautiful, buxom, incredibly sexy young girl – what could he do?

"Yes, yes, an A for you, Tracey, if I can take these panties down! If I can have more than just a feel," he said, surprised at his bargaining position.

"Sure!" she whispered.

He tugged the bloomers over the tingling shiver of Tracey's fine ass. He got them down on her thighs. Her ass stuck out blatantly, balmy, bald, smooth, and perfect. He roamed his hands over her exciting nakedness.

"Oh, my dear, such a dandy ass! Divine!" She liked the touch of his hands as he caressed her, as he cupped her ass cheeks, squeezed, fondled.

"You can kiss it if you wanna, sir!" Tracey whispered.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" he panted, never having even thought about that. Suddenly he was on his naughty knees behind the darling schoolgirl, raining tiny, hot kisses all over her scrumptious ass. His tongue flicked out and he lapped up and down her ass crack.

"Ahhhh, yeah, like that, Mr. Dalton!" Tracey groaned. "That's good!"

His slobbering, wild tongue creased Tracey's crack and sent thrilling feelings of satisfaction shimmering and slivering through her fine young body. She remembered how Eugene, her naughty cousin, had introduced her to ass licking, how she had felt so good in that barn, so she bent over, put her hands on her knees, and waved her exquisite ass at the lapping teacher.

Mr. Dalton felt honored, and was delighted that this gorgeous student was inclined to take such liberties. And she only wants an A, he thought.

He whipped her around. "I wanna see your pussy, Tracey!"

He was staring right between her golden legs.

"Oh," he said. "It's a pretty pussy."

"Is it?" Tracey asked, thrusting her lovely hips outward, pushing her pussy toward his face.

"Yes, it's really a beautiful cunt!" he whimpered, his hands crawling slowly behind her. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, pinching in on the smooth curves.

Tracey held her skirt high, swaying above Mr. Dalton. He moved in on her cunt. He stuck out his tongue and flapped, it into the delicious brown nest.

"Phew! Wow!" Tracey whispered. She lifted her cheerleading skirt higher, pulling it up so she could look down and watch her teacher lick his tongue over and around her twitching pussy.

"Don't forget, you're gonna give me an A, right?" Tracey asked, wobbling her hips in an obscene roll at Mr. Dalton's slapping tongue.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" he mumbled, wiggling his tongue at her cunt.

"I'd let you fuck me if you paid me!" Tracey whispered.

"Huh? Well…" Mr. Dalton stuttered, moving way from her pussy. "Pay you? How much?"

"It'd have to be a lot," Tracey said. "I don't have any money with me. Well, only fifty dollars."

"You can give me that, then you can pay me more later," Tracey said.

"Oh, I really would like to fuck you, darling, sweet dear, my young baby," Mr. Dalton said, fucking his thick, wet tongue into her pussy.

"Well, okay then… let's go it. Let's fuck, sir!"

He stood up. His cock bulged out his pants. He threw off his coat and unbuttoned his vest.

He unloosened his tie, took off his shirt, and pulled down his pants. He didn't wear shorts and his cock shot up like a cannon – a full eleven inches.

"Wow, sir!" Tracey gasped.

"I'm ready!" he panted.

"I can see that," she said, marveling at the length and thickness of his big cock.

Mr. Dalton had a handsome hard-on, a splendid cock that already had heaps of frothing cream bubbling from the head. The cockstalk was smooth, like shiny agate, and thick – round as his wrist. His balls hung between his legs like a couple of lemons. His lean, tall body had been hardened by weight-lifting.

"Jeez, sir. That cock must be the biggest in the world," Tracey said, watching the swelling prick heave and thump. "I know I said we could fuck, but that thing is too big, I think."

"You've never had a big cock, Tracey?" Mr. Dalton asked.

"No, but I fucked myself with a foot-long weenie the other night at the fair – but it was thin, and then I didn't put it all the way in, either."

"A foot-long weenie!" Mr. Dalton exclaimed, his admiration for the brazen schoolgirl leaping to unimaginable heights.

Tracey still stood with her skirt raised, her eyes wide in amazement at Mr. Dalton's huge prick.