Chapter 1
Tammy Bixley wore her cheerleading uniform as she walked down the hall at Madison High School. Madison was a small town in the Midwest. Tammy was in the first term of her second year.
She looked delicious. Her skirt was incredibly short, all blue pleats that swirled sexily on her smooth, tanned thighs.
The pleats curved beautifully on her magnificent young ass, a plush juicy ass that was the cutest ass at Madison High. She wore a white vest that buttoned down the middle, with dark-blue buttons. Her nice round tits pouted proudly against the vest, which bottomed out at the top of her skirt. The skirt was trimmed with gold at the hem. She wore red socks and white tennis shoes.
Tammy had long, blonde hair parted in the middle with cute bangs on her forehead. She wore it in double ponytails tied with white ribbons. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. She had seen how the boys gawked at her ass . . . even her teachers.
She walked with a sweet wiggle, and her luscious hips did a wonderful little swing. Her tits, like two round, ripe tomatoes, pushed against the tight vest. She was a stunning little beauty.
Her girlfriend, Pamela Hanson caught up with her. Pam was a Madison High cheerleader, too. She had short brown hair, full hips, nicely tanned legs. She had a square-cut face, brown eyes, and her tits were fully developed-big, round, lewdly pushing against her cheerleading vest.
"God," Pam said. "You notice how all the boys look at us . . . and the teachers, too?"
"Yeah, I noticed," Tammy said.
- 'They just drool, don't they?"
"I don't know. Do they?"
"Oh, shit, all these teachers are horny old men. Don't you know that?"
"No."
"You can really turn 'em on if you want to . . . and I do it a lot. Mr. Campbell gives me good grades just 'cause I let him look up my skirt in class."
This surprised Tammy. "Really? He gives you good grades?"
"Damn right. He's horny as hell." Tammy thought about this as she went to Mr.
Campbell's class. She had him for first-session history class.
"Yeah, you can get almost anything you want around here if you're smart, Tammy," Pam said.
Tammy went to class and sat down at her desk in the front row. Mr. Campbell, a handsome man of forty-four, who was lean, tall, had brown hair with just a bit of gray at the temples, came into the classroom.
He began to chat informally about Plutarch and the many histories he had written, focusing upon the life of Julius Caesar.
Tammy took a new interest in the way her teacher looked at her, after what Pam had said. Indeed, she saw his eyes linger on her lovely legs, saw him stare at her little skirt riding up on her delicious-looking thighs.
She remembered Pam saying how she got a good grade by letting Mr. Campbell look up her skirt. Tammy didn't really know how to do it-let someone look up her skirt-but she supposed you simply crossed your legs. So she did.
The darling student slowly lifted one leg high, held it for a moment, then crossed her legs. She saw the steamy look Mr. Campbell gave her. She liked his passionate, intense expression.
She blew a big, pink bubble with her bubble gum and looked down at her notebook, pretending to take notes. She gave the teacher a few more good looks at her legs, making sure that she showed him her white panties that scrunched in tightly at her crotch.
After class, Mr. Campbell asked her to stay for a minute. The class filed out, and he said: "You really shouldn't be chewing gum, blowing bubbles in class, Tammy."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," she apologized.
"You're not doing too well in this class, are you, Miss Bixley?"
"No, but I try, Sir. I really do. Is there anything.I can do to get better grades?" she cooed.
"Uh, yes , . . why, yes there is, my dear," he whispered.
"What?"
"You could let me kiss you."
Tammy was surprised by this request. After all, he was her teacher, and she had never heard of high school teachers trading kisses for good grades. She knew that if her grade-average fell any lower she wouldn't be able to cheerlead, and she would go on probation. Her mother would kill her.
She looked into the handsome teacher's brown eyes. They were fuck-hot.
"Well, sure, I guess that would be okay, Sir," she said.
He swept her fine, tight, petite frame into his arms, pulled her tightly to him. He tilted her chin with his fingers and planted a warm, open-mouthed kiss on her luscious pink, pouty lips.
His tongue speared in and out of her mouth. Tammy had only been kissed a couple times by young boys-never like this-and a sweet, exciting buzz rippled through her.
She suddenly felt his cock as it hardened against her little skirt, pushed against her belly. The teacher's hands slid down her back and plunged into the glorious softness of her magnificent teenaged ass.
He clutched and pinched her ass, fanned his hands all over her round asscheeks, pulling her against his hard prick. His mouth was pressed tightly to hers. She kissed him back, and felt his fingers explore the expanse of her ass.
Then, before she could stop him, he had a hand up under her skirt, and his fingers were rubbing into the hot crotch of her tight, white panties. They broke their wild, erotic kiss. "Oh, Sir . . . you . . . you're . . . your hand.."
"It's playing with your pussy," he whispered.
"But, Mister ... I mean . . . Sir . . . you shouldn't ..."
"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want me to do, Tammy," he said, his hand moving in and out, rubbing her young pussy through her panties. "Do you want me to stop?"
She looked into his handsome face. She had never felt this way before. She really liked his hand down there and what it was doing to her, the way it made her feel.
"But, Sir, you're my teacher!" Tammy protested weakly.
"And you're my student," he said, his hand still working magic on her sweet pussy. "And do, don't you think I should teach you about history, the many reflections of Greek culture, the wonder of Aphrodite?"
His hand ducked into her panties, slipped down into the fuzzy thicket of blonde curls surrounding her pussy. It was wet, gooey and gummy.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Now I'm gonna finger you, Tammy. . . finger-fuck you. Have you ever been fingered like this?"
His finger slicked into her cunt and he fucked it in and out with a slow stroke.
"No . . . no," she panted.
Her little cheerleading skirt was lifted up. His hand was in her panties, his knuckles bulging out the crotch, his finger fucking her cunt.
"Want me to stop?" he whispered.
"Oh, golly, Mr. Campbell. I just don't know . . . I mean it. . . "
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
Tammy's sweet, succulent body rippled all over with the erotic ecstasy she felt as her teacher fucked his finger in and out of her wet cunt.
She had, of course, masturbated many times, but this was something different, completely new to her, and she loved it.
"Huh?" he asked, "Feel good?"
"Yes, Sir," she gulped. "Oh, yes . . . oh, oh ... "
The teacher slicked his finger faster and faster into her pussy. It made a sweet sucking sound. He was deep in her pants.
She came.
"Ah!" she gasped loudly. "Ohhhhh, ahhhh, Sir!"
Her body was bent over at the waist. She stiffened, then shuddered into a divine climax. A pleasurable sensation gripped her entire body. Her head swung from side to side. Her ponytails swished on her back.
"Ahhhh, oooof!" she gasped. "Sir! Oh, Sir!"
He fucked his finger expertly into her cunt and watched the darling, erotic expression on her face, the pleasure wrinkles crinkling her forehead, her mouth gaping open.
She continued shaking, cumming.
Then she relaxed and almost fell against him. He kept his hand in her panties, slowly finger-fucking her pussy, and he kissed her hotly.
"Did you like that?" he asked, breaking their kiss.
"Yes, yes," she whispered, leaning her beautiful body against him softly.
Tammy felt the incredible cock-bulge in his slacks. His hard cock curled like a banana against her belly. She looked up into his handsome face.
"Would you like to make me feel good now?" he whispered.
"How, Sir?"
He took her hand and lowered it between them, placed it on his thumping prick.
"Ah!" Tammy gasped, sucking in her breath.
"Squeeze," he murmured.
She grasped the thick stalk through his slacks, felt the dampness there, squeezed. It was the first time in her young life that the beautiful schoolgirl had felt a hard cock. She was enchanted by the feel of the man's throbbing prick.
He reached down, removed his belt buckle, unzipped his slacks. They fell to the floor in a clump around his ankles. He slipped his shorts down. His prick sprang up, slapped back against his belly, wobbled, and spit out a blob of cum on Tammy's cheer leading skirt, a gob of white goo clinging to the blue pleats.
Tammy's eyes were wide in amazement. She trembled. Her mouth hung open. She gaped at the huge cock. The prickhead was beet red and all Spitty with jizz.
Mr. Campbell's prick was a full eight inches, thick and round as a flashlight. His big balls looked like two lemons hanging from between his legs.
He took Tammy's hand and placed it around the pulsing hardness.
"Now, pump on it for me, darling," he whispered. "Just get down on your knees, get a good grip on it and jerk."
Tammy was mesmerized. She did as her teacher instructed, knelt down in front of him on one knee, the other leg extended, foot on floor. Her little blue skirt was high on her lovely thighs. She grasped his prick and started pumping on it slowly.
"Like this, Mr. Campbell?" she said, looking up into his face.
"Oh, yes, yes, sweet darling, just like that . . . jack me off!"
"Jack, Sir?"
"Pump me, masturbate my prick!"
Tammy had never heard such language, and it strangely thrilled her.
She got a nice overhand grip on his prick, pounded in and out, still jerking slowly, feeling the hardness of his magnificent prick. She watched the big cockhead foam, bubble.
A gob of cum spurted out and caught her on the cheek.
"Oooh, Sir! It's squirting out stuff."
"Yes, that's good stuff, Tammy-. . . makes me feel good. You're making me feel so damn good."
She pumped, her hand slicking up and down the massive cock, squeezing the stalk midway down.
"Cup my balls with your other hand, Tammy," he whimpered.
She reached out and jiggled his big balls on the palm of her hand, bobbing them lovingly, thrilling to the feel of his hairy balls.
"Faster . . . fuck my prick faster with your hand," the teacher panted.
Tammy pumped his cock harder, faster.
"Oh, yeah! Goddam, darlin' . . . that's the way . . . do me with your sweet little hand."
She did. Her pink fingernails were curled around his prick, and she jacked furiously on his hardness. She liked what she was doing to him. She looked up and saw the passion etched on his face, and she knew she controlled him. The feeling of power that swept over her was delicious.
"You're jackin' me off, that's what you're doin', Tammy. You know that?"
"I guess."
"Tell me what you're doin'."
"I'm jackin' you off, Sir."
"Yes. Do it, honey, faster!"
Tammy really pumped now. Her stroke was fervid, her hand a beautiful blur. She felt him stiffen. She felt his cock bloat in her hand. The big cockhead bulged and he came.
A torrent of thick cock cream spewed out, a gusher of cum that shot at her face. Big gobs of jizz splashed on her cheeks and splattered on her lips. More cock cream squirted out and showered her forehead, her blonde hair.
"Oh, Tammy!" he yelped.
"Golly, Sir!" she squealed. "Oh! Oh, look at it squirt!'
"My prick's cummin' . . . you're makin'me feel good, Tammy."
"Your prick's squirtin' all over me, Mr. Campbell," she whispered. Her hand continued the wild beating, the hot thrumming.
"Ah, ah . . . oooohhhh, baby!" he sobbed.
Her hand was dripping with cum, her face was soaked with his jism. A strange thrill filled her. She didn't know what to say, but she knew she controlled him, that he was in ecstasy.
He finally stumbled backwards. Tammy let loose of his cummy prick.
He pulled her from the floor, took his hankie and patted away the drooling cum from her beautiful face. Then he kissed her warmly, lovingly, holding her precious body to him.
"You made me feel so good, darling," he whispered.
She knew she had. She also knew that she could get an A from Mr. Campbell anytime she wanted.