Victoria Parker - The cousins eat out

"I could lick it and give you a good handjob, though," Tracey said.

He handed her fifty dollars.

"I'll have more for you tomorrow if you'll come to my office late in the afternoon," he said, then took Tracey into his arms, pressed her to him, his cock slapping into the pleats of her cheerleading skirt.

His hands fondled the cheeks of her ass as he kissed her in a feverish passion, his tongue swirling deep into her delicious, sucking mouth.

"You are something special!" he whimpered, breaking the kiss, his hands trembling, his cock throbbing against Tracey.

She clutched the big hard-on, got a grip on the giant stalk and squeezed.

"Wheeeeewwwww!" she gasped.

Mr. Dalton unbuttoned the vest of her outfit, let it flap open, then pulled her sweater up over her tits.

"Oh my!" he gasped. "Such fabulous tits. They don't just point straight out, they lift up!"

Then he dipped his hand clown and rubbed her pussy. Tracey grabbed his cock with both hands, and they kissed again.

"Lemme show you something!" he whispered. "Get up on my desk and lie down on your belly."

Tracey did as he asked. He moved in, pulled her legs into a wide vee off the desk, got between them, and pressed his prick into the crack of her ass.

"I'll give you a weenie-fuck," Mr. Dalton said. "I'll put my cock in your hot, buttered bun."

Tracey swayed gently on the desk, squeezing her asscheeks tight on the throbbing cock. He began a fuck-stroke, moving in and out, his cock sliding back and forth between her asscheeks. He humped good and fast.

"Wow!" Tracey whispered.

"You like when I fuck your ass like this?" he asked.

"Yeah!" she gasped.

"We'll do this for a minute, then you can be real sexy and I'll jack-off at you."

"Ooooooh," Tracey groaned. "Sure! Roll over," he said, pulling back. Tracey rolled over onto her back, wiggled onto the desk, cocked her legs at the knees, spread them wide, and looked up at Mr. Dalton.

"Yeah, like that, baby," he said, grabbing his cock, pumping the big stalk. "Be sexy for me, honey-doll!"

Tracey undulated her hips up off the desk, arching a striking pose, lifting her ass up, and rolling her pussy at him.

He pumped faster.

"Phew, jeez, sir! That looks good!" she cried, eyeing his stroke. "Wow! Go faster!"

"Be sexy then," he said.

"You dirty prick pumper!" she gasped, running her hand down between her legs, smoothing the palm over her pussy, rubbing her crotch.

"Yeah, yeah!" Mr. Dalton whimpered, fucking his fist.

"Whee, you do that so hot and dirty, sir! You're jerking your cock to me, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, shit, sir!" Tracey cried, delighted with his actions. His remarkable cock, his stupendous hard-on. "Jerk on that cock, sir, jerk it!"

He did, and Tracey loved it.

She had her bloomers off now, holding them sexily in one hand, dangling them off the desk, spreading her legs obscenely for Mr. Dalton. Her sweater was up over her huge tits.

"You like to see me do this?" he asked.

"Oh boy! Yeah!"

His jerking made her hot, elated her. It give her a rapturous tingle. He beat his prick, and Tracey humped off the desk. She stuck a finger into her cunt and began fucking herself.

"Yeah, do that!" he urged.

Tracey had a sexy smile on her face, her mouth open, her tongue hot on her cherry-red lips. She rolled her hips off the desk, fucking her finger in the elated heat of passion.

Mr. Dalton pumped hot and hard now. His big prick billowed. It was so thick, so massive, so teeming. Tracey watched as she fingered her cunt.

"Yes, like that, Mr. Dalton! Masturbate that big cock, really go! Lemme see you jack, sir!" He was better than she'd ever seen. He stood at the edge of the desk. Tracey lay on her back, her legs wide, her inverted pleats up on her belly, her bloomers still dangling from one hand.

Then he got it. A riptide of cum shot out of his big prick. A high tide of jism arched up over the desk and began splashing down on Tracey's legs, belly, knees, and pussy. A huge glob of jizz hit her right between the legs. She jerked her finger faster. He pumped his cock harder. They were two lovers lost in the ecstasy of their forbidden but beautiful love.

His hand was all wet with cum. He kept shooting. A happy spill of slopping slush drenched the lovely cheerleader as she lay fingerfucking herself, her eyes hot on the hand-job Mr. Dalton was giving himself.

"Ah, yeah! Shoot-off, sir! That's it, shoot it all off!" Tracey groaned.

"I am!"

"Oh, yeah. Jerk, jerk, jerk, that big cock for me! Jerk off to me!"

A torrent of cum splashed all over her tits as the tinge of satisfaction hit her.

"Oh, goody!" Tracey cried. "Oooooh!" Mr. Dalton pumped his pleasure, and Tracey shuddered in a hot backfire of delight, watching his cock squirt, watching his hand jerk.

Tracey was really hot after her exciting experience with Mr. Dalton, the way he had pumped off his enormous prick just to her, how his cock exploded, the lusty arch of his creamy load as it flew high through the air and showered her.

She went to the bathroom and used paper towels to clean the cum from her body, her skirt and her tits. She tried to get herself back together for the game. She wanted to be good at cheerleading.

Tracey put her hair into double ponytails, and they enhanced the round cameo of her beautiful face. She applied a thick red rouge to her cheeks, and glossed her precious lips with a cherry gloss. She straightened her short skirt, pulled her knee socks tight, and trotted to the football field.

Once she was out, performing with the girls to the heavy, brassy beat of the school band, she thought again about the way Mr. Dalton had whacked off to her.

The passion, the love, the complete captivation.

She bumped her hips to the right and to the left, exaggerating the movement. She spread her legs, set them apart as far as they would go, and did a front-dip, squatting down, knees cocked, skirt up.

She swayed left, swayed right, legs out, knees cocked, her skirt up.

"Wow," she said in a whisper. "I'm gettin' hot."

Indeed she was. Her royal blue bloomers gooshed with the flood of cuntjuice that seeped into the slick satin.

Tracey lifted high, her ass arched. A big, hot view of her ass. Her bloomers. She swayed right and left, wiggling her ass, working it with gusto, relishing the hot stares she was receiving from the boys and men seated in the bleachers.

The band played.

Tracey danced.

Her cunt creamed. She was a sex-starved darling. She wanted to fuck.

"I wanna screw!" she whispered to herself, a smile on her lips for the stands. "I wanna lay it down! I wanna make it! I wanna fuck! I wanna see someone jack-off!"

It thrilled her to show off like this. She loved seeing the reaction of the men and boys. She moved two wide steps forward, two back, put her hands on her hips, and did a set of high kicks, giving the bleachers a hot look at the squishy pull of her bloomers.

"Mmmmm, wow, look at 'em look at me," she whispered, still smiling, kicking her legs up higher than any of the other girls, so that a man in the top row, with a camera and telescopic lens, could take a juicy picture of her crotch.

She saw him up there, focusing on her, his camera pointing at her. Her legs kicked. He clicked.

"He's gonna jerk himself while he looks at those pictures. I just know he will," Tracey said to herself.

She came down, bent over, put her knowing hands on her knees, and swished them back and forth. Her huge tits splashed full and hot, pushing like two balloons of water against bet vest.

Tracey had her neck craned up, her face forward, and she moved her ass around and around. She looked straight up at the man with the camera. Her cunt quivered. She wanted to play with a good hard prick. She was one girl who appreciated a man who could sit and take pictures of her so blatantly. She rewarded him for his admiration. She put on an explosive show each time the thrilling high school cheerleaders took to the field to boogie with the band.