Chapter 7
Shannon was coming home late on a Friday afternoon from school, just after a football game at which she had been cheerleading.
She wore her uniform—a very short dark-green skirt with three white inverted pleats in the front and in the back; green knee socks with white stripes running around the middle; a tight white short-sleeved sweater with vertical green braid on the sleeves and vertical stripes from the shoulder to the waist on the sides. On the front of the sweater, which bulged with her big tits, was a little green bulldog with a football helmet on. Her sandy-blonde hair was tied in a ponytail with a green ribbon in the back.
She looked juicy, luscious, stunning as she passed Mr. Martin's house.
He was mowing his lawn, and he looked up.
"Hi, Shannon."
"Hello, Mr. Martin."
"Had a game today, huh?"
"Yes, sir."
"You look darling in your uniform."
"Gee, thanks."
"I wonder if we could take some nice pictures of you in it?"
"I guess, I dunno. I'd have to ask Mom."
"Why don't you do that? I could come over as soon as she gets home."
"Tonight?"
"Yes, sure. And I have a nephew meeting me tonight. A nice young boy. He could come along, and maybe you'd like to meet him."
"Well, I'll ask Mom, okay?"
"Have her call me when she gets in, will you?"
He had moved over closer to Shannon and stood a few feet away. Shannon could see how his cock was rising in his red jogging shorts.
"Sure, I'll have her call you. You gonna pay us again?" Shannon inquired, looking down, gazing at his prick, now on a full hard, spiking out his shorts like a big banana.
Mr. Martin looked into her beautiful young face, the deep pink blush on her cheeks, her thick, red lips.
"You got a big boner on again too, huh." Shannon whispered, nodding at his shorts.
"That's what you do to me, Shannon. Just being around you gets me hot."
"Mmmmm, jeez, well ... " Shannon muttered, "I guess that's nice."
"Why don't you come in, and I'll fix us an iced tea."
"You know what Mom said," Shannon countered.
"Would she have to know?"
"I dunno. Come in and just have an iced tea?"
"Sure, come in and we'll talk for a few minutes, okay?"
"Well, all right, but I gotta get home before Mom does."
Mr. Martin led Shannon into his sprawling ranch-style home. Shannon was glad she lived in such a nice neighborhood, and she hoped she and her mother would be able to continue affording the luxury. It had been so difficult since her dad flew the coop.
Mr. Martin showed Shannon around. His house was expensively furnished. He took her into his large office where he had computers, stock quote machines, and a UPI news wire. The machines were clacking and spitting out information.
"Jeez!" Shannon said.
"This is where I do all my stock market business."
"Do you make a lot?" Shannon asked.
"I do quite well, but it took me many years to learn the game, Shannon."
"Gee, it looks interesting," Shannon cooed. "And you can make money just stayin' at home and stuff?"
"Yes, the best way, at least in my opinion. No office hassles, no commuting, no people to deal with. It's totally an individual's game—if you know how to play it."
"Mmmm," Shannon mumbled.
Mr. Martin sat down. He took out a big checkbook. He scribbled in it, then handed a check to Shannon. She looked at it with excitement.
"Five hundred dollars ... ah, what's this for, Mr. Martin?"
"For you."
"Uh-huh, I see that ... but what do I have to do?"
"I thought we could have a little fun before your mom comes home."
"And I get to keep this?"
"Yes. You see, Shannon, I'm a rich man. I have more than enough money to live well, to have anything I want and then some. What I want right now is you."
"Golly, uh ... sure, okay, sir."
"Should we have that iced tea first?"
"Okay."
He led Shannon to his sparkling new kitchen, then fixed them both a large iced tea. They sipped slowly. His cock was back on a full hard.
"You're big again down there," Shannon whispered.
"I know."
Mr. Martin stood up. Shannon sat at the kitchen table. He stripped down his shorts. His huge cock sprang up in a wild, suggestive wobble.
"Ooooshhheeeez!" Shannon hissed.
He leaned over and kissed Shannon's perfect lips.
"It's sooo big and thick and stuff," Shannon said after the kiss, her gaze on his big prick. Mr. Martin stood in front of her.
The long cock stalk thumped, throbbed, wiggled and wagged. A bubble of pre-cum formed on the cocktip. Shannon watched in rapt amazement, her heart tom-tomming, a sweet tingle surging through her.
Mr. Martin pulled Shannon from the chair. They kissed.
His prick slapped at her little cheerleading skirt, squishing jizz on the pleats. His hands lifted the skirt in the back, and he cupped her fine ass, feeling the slickness of her white briefs.
Shannon felt his hard, manly body bristling against her, felt the throbbing beat of his big prick, liked the pinching, cupping, probing of his hands on her ass.
"You're incredible," Mr. Martin whispered, still holding her close, petting her ponytail now with one hand, while his other hand clutched at her ass cheeks.
"Thanks," Shannon mumbled.
He backed off, lifted her skirt up, revealed her white panties. He held the green skirt up, the inverted white pleats high, his eyes glaring at her muffin pussy that pushed out in a crunching candy-bar mound between her legs.
"Hold your skirt up for me," Mr. Martin whispered.
Shannon held it up.
He slid his hand between her legs and rubbed the slick bloomers, felt her soft cunt mound. His cock bulged and spit a gunk of pre-cum at Shannon.
"Ohhh, ooossshh!" Shannon blurted.
"Baby!" he panted.
Shannon grabbed his prick. Her little hand wrapped around his cock in a tight grip.
"Whoofff, shhheez!" she burbled, squeezing the man's cock lance.
"Honey!" Mr. Martin gulped.
"Are we gonna fuck again?" Shannon asked, her voice soft, as if it were honey pouring out.
"Huh? Yeah! I wanna fuck your big boobies," Mr. Martin panted.
"My boobies?"
"Yes!"
"Jeez, I never heard of nothin' like that, sir."
"I want to fuck 'em!"
Shannon squeezed harder on his cock. The big red cockhead bubbled, frothed, and more pre-cum spilled out.
"Sit down," Mr. Martin commanded.
"On the chair here?"
"Yes," he said, "and take your sweater off."
Shannon sat down and pulled her white sweater over her head. She tossed it onto the kitchen table. Her big teenette tits were cupped tightly by a white bra.
"Take them out," Mr. Martin urged.
"My boobs?"
"Yes."
Shannon lifted her gorgeous tits up over the top of her bra so that they sat like ripe cantaloupes.
Mr. Martin moved in. He fisted his cock and rubbed the creaming prick tip on Shannon's erect little nipples.
Shannon gulped, looking down, watching his big prick dribble on her tits.
Mr. Martin rubbed his fizzing cock tip all over Shannon's pretty tits. Shannon sat with her chin tucked against her collarbone, watching, her mouth only an inch or two away from the man's hot prick. She flicked out her tongue and licked.
"Yeah," Mr. Martin whispered.
Shannon squeezed her tits together, burying the prick head between the two big bra-stuffers. Mr. Martin pumped slowly, punching his prick into the girl's big round tits.
"Those are beautiful tits," he sighed.
"You like 'em, don'tcha?" Shannon purred.
"You bet!"
"You're fuckin' my boobies."
"You got that right, honey."
Her tits were like two ripe grapefruits, that round, that big and firm.
"I never had my boobies fucked before, Mr. Martin."
"Now you are."
"Jeez!"
"I want you to pull your little skirt up and finger-fuck your pussy for me."
"Oooh, yeah, I'd like to," Shannon said, lifting her green cheerleading skirt with the white pleats.
She tugged her white panties down and slugged a finger into her pussy.
Mr. Martin backed up now, withdrew his cock from Shannon's tits. He gripped the prick stalk and started jerking. He stood over her watching her diddle-fuck her pussy.
"Jeez, you gonna jerk off and masturbate and stuff?" she asked, looking with wide eyes at his hand action.
"Uh-huh."
"Golly, phewwww!" Shannon mumbled, watching his prick-pumping intently.
"And you keep finger-fucking," Mr. Martin instructed.
"I am."
"That looks good, too."
Indeed. Shannon looked darling, sexy, salacious, stunning, sitting out on the edge of the chair, her legs apart, her panties a stretch of white at her knees, her green knee socks, her white tennies, and her little skirt up in slick pleats on her waist. Her big boomer tits still sat up over the white bra, still dripping with Mr. Martin's slimy pre-cum.
"Finger it, Shannon!" he whispered.
"Jeez, sir ... gosh!"
"That's right, that looks good," he said, pumping harder and faster on his prick.
"I'm fingerin' and you're jerkin', Mr. Martin."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yeahhh," Shannon sighed.
"Should we cum, Shannon?"
"Yes."
"I'll shoot all over your face and titties."
"Oooh, nooo!"
But he was already spraying cum. A huge load of cock cream spewed high across in an arc, splattering on Shannon's pretty face, dripping onto her big tits.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
"Baby ... honeeeeeee!" Mr. Martin panted.
Shannon twittered her clit and felt the first tremor of her climax.
She stiffened on the chair as the feeling surged through her.
Mr. Martin hammered his cock with savage strokes, his cock spitting huge hunks of thick jizz at Shannon's face and tits until her sweet pink cheeks dripped with his cum-load. Her tits were soaked with creamy cum.
She shivered into her climax.
"Ah ... shootin' all over me ... "
"I know, darling," he panted.