Chapter 10
Pam and Tammy were getting ready to keep the appointment with Mr. Preston ... let him take pictures of them. They were deciding what to wear.
"Should we wear the Madonna outfits, the merry widows, leave our blouses open?" Tammy asked.
"Listen, you know what I think? I think we should wear our new cheer leading uniforms. Men like girls in their cheerleading uniforms.
We'll look real sexy . . . and he said he wanted you to wear something sexy, huh?" "Yeah, but cheerleading ..." "He'll love it, believe me. I know what men want, what they like. We can always tell him we'll dress up in lingerie and stuff if he wants to take pictures again sometime." "Well, okay," Tammy said. The girls met later that Saturday evening at the schoolhouse. They went to their lockers and changed into their cheerleading uniforms. They were brand new, and very exciting.
They had tiny yellow skirts that zipped up two inches in the back, then buttoned. The skirts were no more than fifteen inches long and had cute blue, inverted pleats. They put on their tight royal-blue sweaters that had a yellow stripe across the front. Then they slipped on their royal-blue knee socks and yellow tennis shoes. Tammy pulled her long blonde hair back from her bangs and fixed a ponytail, which she tied with a yellow ribbon. Pam had her hair parted in the middle, then she let it flow to her shoulders.
Tammy applied a wine blush to her cheeks, candy-red lipstick to her juicy, thick lips, and just a hint of eye shadow. Pam used a burnt-orange blush on her cheeks and a pink lip gloss.
They walked from the school to Mr. Preston's house and knocked on the door. The teacher admitted them, his eyes gazing hungrily at their immaculate beauty.
"Come in, come in, girls," he said. "Let's take some nice pictures."
The girls went in and Mr. Preston got his camera out. They stood in the middle of the room, and the teacher shot a couple of pictures of them in their darling cheerleading uniforms. "Now, let me get some of Tammy alone, then I'll take some of you, Pam," he said. "Okay," Tammy answered. "Why don't you pull your skirt up?" "Like this?" Tammy asked, lifting the hem of the tiny yellow skirt, showing her teacher her tight, slick, royal-blue bloomers.
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, flashing off a series of pictures of her standing there with her skirt up, revealing her lush body.
Tammy looked delicious standing there with her skirt up, showing her tights, the way they crunched at her crotch, her tanned, tapered legs. She smiled coyly as Mr. Preston took pictures of her.
"Look, he's gettin' stiff," Pam said, pointing to the spike pushing out Mr. Preston's gray slacks.
Tammy looked. She saw his hard prick pressing out against the slacks.
"Pull your pants down, and I'll bet Mr. Preston will go wild, huh, Sir?"
"Oh, yes!" he gulped.
"Should I?" Tammy whispered.
"Yes!" he panted.
"Yeah, show him your cookie, Tammy," Pam said.
Tammy reached in and hooked her thumbs in her blue bloomers and tugged down on the front of them. She peeled them down on her delightful thighs and showed the teacher her sweet blonde pussy.
"Oh, God," Mr. Preston murmured, clicking away with his camera.
Pam walked over to the teacher. She unzipped his fly and withdrew his stiff seven-inch prick.
"Look at this thing. It's hard as a brick," she said.
Tammy looked again. Her pussy juiced. She stood before the teacher, her sweet inverted pleats up around her waist, her blue bloomers a tasty slash on her thighs.
"Turn around ... I wanna take some pictures of your goddam ass," the man huffed.
Pam squeezed his cock.
Tammy turned around and showed off her ass, the erotic curves, the smooth baby cheeks, the chubbette loveliness.
"Oh, my!" the teacher gasped.
Pam pulled on his prick, began a slow pump-stroke. His cock squirted out a gob of pre-cum.
"Oh, shit! He's so hot he's dripping," Pam smiled.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder and saw the glistening head of Mr. Preston's prick, saw a string of pre-cum hanging from the tip.
Pam pumped slowly, and he took pictures of
Tammy's gorgeous ass.
"Don't forget to pay us a hundred dollars each when we get done," Pam said.
"Oh, I won't," he said quickly. "Tammy, sit on the couch, slide down and take your amazing bloomers off."
Tammy went to the couch. She doffed her bloomers, then sat down. She hiked up her tiny skirt, slid down to the edge of the couch and lewdly spread her legs, letting the teacher shoot pictures of her precious blonde pussy.
Pam kept playing with Mr. Preston's throbbing, hot cock. She ran her fingers over the goo-slick cockhead. She tickled the cocktip. She grasped the stalk of his prick and squeezed, teasing, torturing her teacher.
He took several pictures of Tammy in her seductive pose. Then, on her own, Tammy got up. She got down on the floor on her hands and knees, hiked her skirt, showed her ass-and the man came.
"Ohs shit! He's shootin' to you, Tammy!" Pam yelepd.
He came and still managed to flash pictures of the lewd pose sweet Tammy was assuming.
His cock shot off like a freshly opened champagne bottle. A huge gush of thick cum spurted from his cocktip and splashed all over Tammy's beautiful, arched ass.
He kept shooting pictures, getting shots of his jizz splattering on her ass.
"Oh, wow! He's really shootin'!" Pam cried.
"All over my ass," Tammy said.
Pam jerked furiously on Mr. Preston's cum-squirting prick, milking his load. Her hand did a magic jerk dance ... an underhanded slick and glide, faster, faster, faster, until the teacher shot his whole load of cum.
Then she let go of his prick. Tammy got up. Both girls looked at the man's dripping hard-on. Mr. Preston relaxed, in the tingle of his climax, then finally reloaded the camera.
His prick started to soften, droop as it stuck out of the fly of his slacks.
"Bet I can get him hard again," Pam said and she sat down on the couch.
She pulled her tiny yellow skirt up and showed off her incredibly tight blue bloomers. She spread her legs and lewdly rubbed the muffin mound at her crotch. She slid down on the edge of the couch. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue on her lower lip. Her double ponytails enhanced her teen beauty.
She stuck her tongue out and wagged it salaciously at Mr. Preston. He took a picture of her. Tammy stood beside the teacher and watched.
Pam slowly pulled her panties down and showed her beautiful pussy, a fuzzy delight.
"Like that?" she cooed. "Like taking pictures of my cookie, Sir?"
"Uh-huh," he muttered passionately. And he flashed off three more shots.
Pam pulled her sweater up. She showed him her white bra, then reached in the cups and lifted out her teen queen tits, so round, firm, big for her age.
She massaged her lovely tits, squeezed them with both hands, fondled them. Then she stuck one hand between her legs and ran her fingers through the thick, brown fuzz, while she played with her tits with her other hand.
Mr. Preston snapped more pictures. His cock stiffened again, stuck out from his pants like a hammer handle. Tammy was tempted to grab it and jerk it like Pam did, but she waited. She wanted to see what the impudent Pam was going to do next.
Pam slid a finger in her own pussy and began finger-fucking herself.
"Oh, wow!" the teacher blurted. "That looks so damn good!"
"I knew you'd like it-and you're all hard again, see?" Pam purred.
Tammy went over and sat down with Pam.
She lifted her cheerleading skirt, then her sweater. She assumed the same kind of pose Pam had.
"Oh, shit!" the man howled.
Both girls on the couch, both lovely darlings finger-fucking their cunts, showing him their tits -so beautifully obscene that Mr. Preston's cock throbbed and wobbled uncontrollably.
"You older men like young girls, don't you?" Pam whispered.
"Yes-yes, indeed!"
"You like to whack-off to us, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well, do it then. Let's see you jack off."
Mr. Preston took a few more pictures, then put the camera down. He unbuckled his slacks, took them down with his shorts, let them fall to his ankles and stood over the girls on the couch.
He clutched his cock and started pounding.
"Whew, look at that Tammy," Pam said.
"Yeah, he's beatin' off to us," Tammy whispered, fucking her finger deeper into her pussy.
"You darling girls," Mr. Preston muttered. "You're so pretty, so sexy."
Indeed, they were. They looked succulently sweet with their cheerleading attire all disheveled. Their fingers fucked faster in their cunts.
Mr. Preston pumped his prick and looked them over, drinking in their beauty, worshiping them, admiring them, loving them more than he ever thought possible.
"I love you both," he blurted.
"Well, then . . . jerk your prick to us!" Pam yelped.
He did. Faster, faster, faster he pounded his hard prick, humped over, his legs apart. He was only a yard away from them. Tammy noticed the cum squirt from the cocktip, splash on Pam's thigh.
"Shit, he's squirtin' on me," Pam said.
"You're gonna have to pay us more if you're gonna shoot jizz on us," Tammy said.
"Okay, yes," he puffed hotly.
"Oooo, I like that," Tammy panted. "Look at him go! He's really beatin' it . . . really jerkin' his prick"
"Yeah, looks great," Pam said.
"Shit, Sir ... do it as fast as you can!" Tammy shouted.
"Yeah . . . shit . . . pump that prick ... we like to see you jerk off, Sir . . . jerk off to us . . . fuck your fist to me and Tammy."
"lam, lam!"
His hand became a blur.
"Isn't it great? I love men to jack off to me," Pam gulped, her finger fucking faster and faster in her pussy.
"Me, too. I want men to jerk off to me," Tammy yipped, fucking her finger in and out of her cunt.
"Ah, whoof!" Mr. Preston shouted. "I'm gonna shoot!"
"Shoot on us!" Pam hollered.
He unleashed another creamy load. The jizz flew from his cocktip in a thick jet. The cock cream splashed on the girls' legs, bellies, their thighs. A big gob of cum hit Tammy's jerking hand. More cock cream splashed out. A hot splash of cum hit Pam's face.
"Oh, shit ... on my face . . . you dirty man!"
"Girls, girls, girls!" the man panted, his cock gushing jism, his hand pumping.