Chapter 12
Tammy was looking good in her cheerleading attire. It was a Friday afternoon. She wore her dark-blue pleated skirt, her tight yellow vest, red knee socks and white tennis shoes.
She was on her way to the principal's office. She had received a note during her last class to meet with Mr. Milton right away.
She went in and found the principal at his desk. He stood up as she entered. He was about fifty, tall, thin, his hair slightly graying. He had a strong, square chin, a tanned ruddy complexion.
He beckoned Tammy to sit in front of his desk in a big leather chair. She did, and her skirt skipped up high on her pretty thighs.
"There were some complaints last week that disturbed me, Tammy," he said.
Oh, oh, she thought. It must be about when I wore my white panties because Mr. Plato had taken my bloomers.
"What's that, Sir?" she said.
"That you weren't wearing the proper briefs."
"Well, I . . . "
"That you were wearing just a thin little pair of panties."
"My briefs had split, Sir," Tammy lied.
"Are you sure? You could be expelled for such behavior-I hope you know that."
Tammy was frightened by his stern look; she didn't want to be expelled. Things were going too well for her at Madison High. She reached down and lifted her skirt, pulled it up, and showed Mr. Milton her bright-yellow briefs- so tight and pretty, all crunched up in an inviting muffin mound between her legs, the fuzz of her sweet, young pussy pushing against the shiny yellow.
"See, I have them on, Sir," she said, sitting sexily in the big chair, her legs just slightly parted.
"Ah, yes . . . indeed, you do . . . ah, they're very nice, Tammy."
He stood up. Tammy saw an incredibly big cock-bulge in his tight gray slacks. He looked handsome in his three-piece suit. He came around the desk, his cock thumping bigger in his pants. He stood over the charming schoolgirl, who still held her skirt up, still sat with her legs apart.
"You're very alluring when you cheerlead, Tammy," he whispered.
"You like what I do?" she asked.
"It's enticing, very teasing," he said, his fingers trailing over her golden thighs, doing sweeping strokes along the creamy skin.
Then he sent his hand into the softness of her crotch, rubbed her pussy through the thin yellow bloomers.
Tammy spread her legs farther, let him get a good feel. She liked his hand down there. She looked into his rugged but handsome face, saw the passion burning in his eyes.
The principal's fingers scratched on her pussy, pushed in tighter, rubbed, flubbed, then he flattened his hand and slipped it against her cunt.
His big cock throbbed at his slacks. Tammy noticed a wet spot on the crotch.
"What do you like when I cheerlead, Sir? When my skirt is up like this, when I show my butt?"
"Yes, I love that."
"Do you come to the games and watch me?"
He nodded, his hand rubbing on her cunt. Tammy felt her pussy spritz, and her briefs got all gooey, gummy at the crotch. Mr. Milton could feel the warm seepage against his pawing fingers.
Tammy saw the wet spot getting bigger, spreading on the crotch of his slacks. His big cock thumped against the tight pull. Tammy knew that this man had a big cock by the bend in the erection.
She wondered quickly how she could get something out of his desire for her.
"I probably better go now, Sir," she said.
"Oh, no. Please!" he gasped.
"Well, I could stay for a while . . . if you'll fix my transcript for me . . . make all my grades A's, everything I've ever taken at Madison High."
"That's no problem, my darling," he whispered.
"Should I do some cheers for you, Mr. Milton? Would you like that?"
"That would be marvelous, Tammy."
She stood up. "You can take your pants down and beat your meat if you want to, Sir," she whispered.
Mr. Milton unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and pulled bis pants and shorts down so they were on his ankles. His immense prick wobbled wildly.
Tammy's mouth dropped open. She sucked in a gasp of air.
Mr. Milton's colossal cock was incredible. Long, well-rounded, hard and pulsing. The skin was marble smooth, and there was no sign of veins. His cockhead was round, red as a polished apple, and a big gob of pre-cum dripped from the piss slit.
Tammy knew it was bigger than any prick she'd seen. "How big, Sir?"
"It's almost fifteen inches," he said proudly.
"Phew!" Tammy huffed.
Then she raised her skirt, showed him her yellow briefs. She turned around, bent over and put her hands on her knees and wiggled her fine ass.
"We are the Hawks ... we are the Hawks . .... we're number one!" Tammy chirped as she swayed her hips and rolled her ass, doing a nice cheer for Mr. Milton.
"Oh, darling!" he whispered as he grabbed his cock and began a slow pump-jerk on it. "What a magnificent ass!"
"Does it make you hot, Sir?" Tammy teased, her body rolling and rippling, a supple sexiness that drove her principal mad with hot desire for her.
"Masturbate . . . masturbate . . . pump that prick!" she cooed.
"Oh, Tammy!" Mr. Milton swooned.
Tammy looked back over her shoulder at the passionate principal. She smiled seductively.
"Pump that prick, Sir . . . pump it, Sir . . . all the way!"
"Goddam!" he huffed.
"Jerk that boner, Sir! Jerk it hard!"
"Oh, you little bitch," Mr. Milton choked, and his hand moved faster as he pumped furiously on his mammoth prick.
Tammy turned around and lifted her skirt. She got her panties down in a yellow slash between her knees. She held the skirt up high and showed the principal her plush little pussy.
"Keep jackin' off, Sir . . . keep jerkin' girls like to see you do that."
"Do you?"
"Yes . . . looks good," Tammy said, and she bumped her hips to the right, to the left, rolling them in a showy bump and grind.
"Ah, shit!"
"This is what you like, isn't it, Mr. Milton? You'd like to see all us cheerleaders pull our panties down like this, wouldn't you?"
"Damn right!"
"Pump your prick, Sir . . . like that. Go real fast. Oh, yeah . . . yeah . . . like that, Mr. Milton."
He jacked off to the gloriously beautiful cheerleader. Tammy knew she owned him, and it delighted her that it was so easy for a girl to completely control a man.
She sent her hand down between her legs and rubbed her pussy lightly, watching Mr. Milton whacking off to her, completely amazed by the length of his enormous fucker.
He stood, knees bent slightly, his pants and shorts at his ankles, his hand humming on his stiff prick. Tammy liked it. She loved the way he looked ... a hot scene ... the principal jacking off for her.
The tip of his cock foamed with thick pre-cum. Then, big squirts of jism jetted out, shot at Tammy. He kept squirting out his cum-load, hammering hard on his rigid cockshaft.
Tammy pulled her panties back up. "If my briefs had slipped down so you could see my cookie, I'd have to pull 'em up again real soon, wouldn't I? Or else you'd get mad at me."
"You sweet little whore," the principal groaned.
"But what if my skirt came undone and fell off?" Tammy purred.
Her hand slipped behind her, and she unbuttoned the blue button, unzipped the small zipper. Her skirt fluttered to the floor.
She stood regal in her tight white vest, her lewd little briefs, her red knee socks, and white tennis shoes. She was a dream queen, a delicious cock-teasing youngster.
"God, what would I do, Sir? What would I do if my skirt fell off?"
"You'd just hafta keep cheerin'," he whined, his hand slick with jizz, a white cake of cum forming on the crescent of his forefinger and thumb.
"I guess I would," Tammy said, swinging her hips to the left, then the right, bumping her pussy at Mr. Milton, putting her hands on her knees and swinging her ass around in a sensational circular motion.
"Yes, you'd just keep cheerin'," Mr. Milton panted.
"But all the men would get hard-ons over me, wouldn't they, Sir?"
"Yes, yes," he gulped.
"They'd probably wanna see my cookie again, wouldn't they?"
"Yes."
"And what if my vest came unbuttoned and fell off, too?"
Tammy slowly unbuttoned her tight, white vest, opened it and revealed her flat, tanned tummy, her bulging pink bra full of her round teenette tits.
She took the vest off.
Mr. Milton pounded his prick wildly.
"I bet this would make the guys wanna beat off to me, huh?" Tammy whispered, a sly smile on her face. She was enjoying the control she had over the older man, loving the sight of him jacking his hard prick.
"Yeah!" Mr. Milton affirmed.
"Then I'd just be cheerin' out there, and all the men and boys would be up in the bleachers playin' with their cocks, wouldn't they, Sir?"
"Oh, yes . . . yes, indeed!"
"Bunch of dirty old fuckers up there, whackin' off over me."
"Of course, Tammy," Mr. Milton said. He jerked furiously on his hard horse prick, and Tammy's eyes were wide as she watched his action.
"Then, you know what I'd do, Sir?"
"No, what would you do?"
"I'd turn around, and we'd be yelling: 'Beat 'em back,' but I'd be yelling: 'Beat it off,' because I'd be lookin' back over my shoulder, smiling, and then I'd reach down and pull my bloomers down and let everyone see my butt."
"Ah, sweet, sweet, darling," Mr. Milton said passionately, his voice trembling, his hand doing a lewd herky-jerky on his freak prick.
"And I'd know that the men liked looking at me,-seeing my butt."
"Oh, yes! It's a beautiful ass, Miss Bixley. It's a magnificent butt. It's divine."
"I'd wiggle it, too . . .just to let everyone enjoy it ... . and I'd watch them jacking off. Do you think they would, Sir?"
"All of them. All the men would beat off over you, Tammy."
"Like you're doin', you bad, bad, bad man."
Tammy turned around again. She looked at Mr. Milton's big cock. It thrilled her. She lifted her teen tits out over the top of the pink bra.
"I'd show 'em my titties, too."
"I know you would, and they'd love it, Tammy."
He pumped his prick hotly. His eyes scanned her lush body, her blonde pussy, her tits, her bloomers tight on her thighs. He loved Tammy's beautiful young face, her ponytails.
"Turn around!" he huffed. "Turn around. I wanna cum on your ass!"
"On my butt, Mr. Milton?"
She turned around and bent over. Her curvy ass humped back at Mr. Milton. He staggered toward her, got behind her, pumped his prick, the big cockhead splattering, slapping all over the smooth cheeks of her amazing ass.
Tammy felt the thumping cock hammering on her buns. She could feel the hot spurts of his cum-load.
"Little bitch," Mr. Milton whispered, pumping his cock against Tammy's ass.
"Go ahead, Sir. Keep shootin' off on my butt."
He did.
It was an eruption. The cock cream flew. His cum-load was thick, boiling hot, and it splashed out in gushes.
She wiggled back to him, rolling her fine hips, undulating in a heavenly swirl.
"Ah, fuck-baby!" Mr. Milton blurted.
"Go on, do it!" Tammy cried.
His prick kept gushing cum. The stream of cock cream was thick and hot. Tammy felt the splashes of jism simmer on her ass. He nudged his prick up into the crack of Tammy's ass, and he pumped at her asshole.
More prick cream spurted. Hot, juicy splats of cum splashed all around Tammy's assbud.
"Yeah, yeah!" she said. "Just beat it off . . . beat your boner, Sir. I love it when men beat their boners . . . come on, beat it . . . faster, faster, you can do it faster . . . that's it. . . beat it off . . . beat it off . . . beat it all the way!"
Mr. Milton had never been so excited, never enjoyed anything more in his life than the feeling that consumed him as he climaxed and shot his cum-load on Tammy's ass.
He whipped his big prick at her, paddled her ass furiously. She felt the hot splats of cum pop her ass.
"You darling sweetheart," Mr. Milton moaned.
Tammy liked that. Darling sweetheart, she thought ... of course I am. She wagged her fine ass at his cum-spurting prick, and she felt the squish of the cockhead thump against her butt as Mr. Milton whacked off against her ass.
Big blobs of cum trickled down the crack of her ass, dribbled onto her thighs, then dropped into her briefs, which were tight on her thighs.
"That's the best ass I've ever seen," Mr. Milton panted, his hand paddling her ass as he jerked. "I love your ass, Tammy."
"You better," she said, looking over her shoulder at him, their eyes meeting in a hot stare. "You better love my ass, Mr. Milton, 'cause I'm lettin' you cream all over it."
Tammy still had her hands on her knees, and she was still thrusting her hot ass back to the masturbating principal. He panted wildly. His cock kept cumming. Big shots of cum spurted out, splashed on Tammy's ass, then streamed down onto her thighs, her briefs, her knee socks. Her rear was soaked with jizz.
Mr. Milton stuck his cum-spitting prick between the cheeks of her ass, pushed the cock-head up against Tammy's asshole, and jerked off frantically.
Tammy loved the delightful tickle this action gave her.
Mr. Milton pumped his prick against her ass cheeks. Her butt was soaked with cum. Tammy wiggled sexily, and the principal kept blasting more cum.
Finally he staggered backwards and fell into the leather chair, breathing hard, his cock still in his hand. Tammy turned around. Cum dripped from her ass, trickled down on her thighs and splashed into her bloomers.
"God, Sir, you really squirted," she whispered.
He sat looking at her, her beauty, her charm.
"I'd love to fuck you. Tammy," he said, handing her his hankie. She turned around again, then let him have the hankie back so he could wipe the cock cream from her gorgeous ass.
When he'd finished, Tammy turned around again. "Fuck me? With that big thing?"
"Uh-huh."
"I couldn't, Sir."
"Sure you could ... I gave you all A's."
"I know, but that was for what we just did, Mr. Milton."
"Well, isn't there anything else I could do for you?"
"I'm goin' on a vacation out west soon. I could use some money . . . maybe a loan."
"Well, of course." He reached in his pocket and took his wallet out. He took out six twenty-dollar bills and handed them to Tammy. "This should help."
Tammy took her bloomers down. They were soaking wet with cum. She moved to Mr. Milton. She straddled him, and took his prick in her little hand. She began inspecting his cock, amazed at the length of the cocklance. He got hard again. The cock stuck up like a yardstick.
"This boner is so darn big, Sir," she whispered.
"It's harder than it has ever been in my whole life, Tammy."
"Is it?"
"Oh, yes."
Tammy put both hands on the big horse prick. She stood straddling the principal. His colossal cock stood up so high, she didn'teven have to hump down. It was thumping on her pussy, the big cockhead gooey and slick.
Tammy ran her fingers down the mammoth cockstalk. "I'll bet it's a foot and a half long, Mr. Milton."
"Oh, not quite, honey."
"Would you like me to suck on your boner, Sir?"
"Jeezzuzzzz, yes!"
Tammy moved back between his legs. She bent over at the waist, her ponytails hanging forward. Her puckered, red lips touched the big cockhead.
"Ah!" Mr. Milton sighed.
She kissed his cock lovingly. Then her tongue I fluttered like a hummingbird all over the sticky pricktip. Mr. Milton quivered with delight and joy.
Tammy licked all over the cocktip, then tongued down the side of the cockshaft. She knelt, cupped his baseball-size balls, jiggled them, and pressed her lips to them, kissed his hairy balls hotly, sweetly, then licked them. "Oh, Tammy!"
She ran her tongue back up the cockstalk, and again it went twirling and swirling around the head of his giant prick, sending hot sensations through Mr. Milton's entire body.
"I'm so lucky to have you doing this to me," Mr. Milton said.
"I know," Tammy whispered, and she slipped her pretty lips over the bulging pricktip. Her lips sealed around the cockhead. Her mouth was full of the big cock.
He moaned loudly. His cock pulsed, thumped. Tammy reached out and clasped both hands around Ms cockshaft and pulled it out level to her kneeling position. She sucked sweetly. Then she got up and straddled back over his legs. She sat down on his thighs. His upthrust cock was up to her tits. She bent down a bit, got his cock between her tits, then squeezed them on the massive cockstalk.
She licked down and tongued the tip of his prick as she enclosed the cockrod with her tits. Then she raised up. She stood up. She got a two-handed grip on his cock. She slid toward it. The huge prickhead punched into her little cunt.
"I can only take that much, Sir!" Tammy cried.
"That's enough. Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me, Tammy."
"Want me to?"
"Yes, please . . . please fuck me, Tammy. I'm beggin' you to fuck down on my prick."
She did, swinging her sweet hips in a circular motion. She liked the big cockhead, and about two inches of prick, in her cunt. She fucked down slowly.
She looked at him. His eyes were glazed with joy, with glee, with love for her.
"You like fuckin' me, don't you, Sir?" Tammy whispered hotly.
"I love fuckin' you, Tammy. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"You like fuckin' me better than your wife?"
"Damn right!"
Tammy fucked up and down, her ass looking good, her body thin and shimmering. She was adorable standing over the big-cocked principal in her tennis shoes, red knee socks and pink bra.
She leaned over and kissed him. He loved this. Their lips met in a French kiss. His tongue wiggled into her mouth. She bit on it lightly.
She broke the kiss and stood up straight over him, her legs astride his. She fucked beautifully.
Her cheerleading outfit lay on the floor in colored piles. "Look, my panties ... my briefs, Sir . . . they're just soaked with all that stuff you shot out."
"I know."
"What am I gonna do, Sir? How can I cheerlead in them if they're drippin' with all your jizz?"
"Oh, I don't know ... oh, oh, Tammy!"
"I'll have to wear a little pair of pink panties under my skirt, Sir . . . just the only thing I can do."
"Oh, I know you will have to."
"And when my skirt flies up, everyone will see my panties, see how thin they are."
"Oh, yes!"
"And you'll think that's naughty, and you'll call me to your office to scold me again, won't you?"
"Yes, God, yes!"
Tammy's tantalizing teen-talk, her sexy swaying, her doo-wah-diddy fucking, just copping the top of Mr. Milton's cock in her sucking cunt, made the principal mad with need for her, with pure fuck-lust.
"But all the men at the game will have loved seein' me cheer like that, Sir. I know they like to watch me. All us cheerleaders know how sexy we are, and we know how you older men like to drool over our young butts."
"Yes, yes . . . you're so naughty ... I'd have to scold you."
"But you wouldn't. I'd come to your office, and you'd try to fuck me, and I'd end up on top of you with your big pecker up in my cookie."
"Oh, oh!"
She fucked faster, harder, pushing down, around on his huge cock that looked like a shining rod between them. Tammy kept fucking the head of his prick, managed to get one more inch of the thick cockshaft up in her cunt.
"We like it when you men get turned on to us when we cheerlead, Sir."
"Fuck me!" he cried.
She did. Faster, faster, faster, she fucked. He humped up off the chair, tried to stuff more cockmeat in her cunt. It wouldn't work, but she kept up her tottering fuck.
"I'm gonna cum!" he shouted.
"Goon, then . . . you dirty old man ... go on and cum!"
He did. His cock shot out a wad of cum that splashed up into Tammy's tight cunt.
Tammy loved this part. She loved the hot prick bulging, throbbing in her pussy, cumming off in her. She fucked down on his cock. She looked into his face, saw the lines of passion etched on his forehead, saw how his mouth hung open.
She felt the tingle of her own climax, that beautiful, fabulous ripple of thrilling excitement.
"I'm gonna feel it!" Tammy yelled. "I'm gonna feel it!"
"Yeah, feel it with me!" he huffed.
"And feel, feel, feel. . . good!" Tammy exclaimed.
They did. They both felt better than they had ever felt in their lives. It was a fantastic fuck, a beautiful orgasm, the principal and his pretty student experiencing nature's most precious gift.