Chapter 2
Tammy went to the girls room downstairs and washed her face, patted it dry and then applied some blush, adding a deep red to her lovely cheeks. She painted her lush lips with a pink gloss, fixed her ponytail, and she patted away the damp spots where cum had been clinging to her cheerleading uniform.
Pamela walked in.
"God, where you been? We only got a half hour until game time."
"I was with Mr. Campbell," Tammy said.
"Oh, yeah? You let him look up your skirt like I told you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah, then what?"
"He kept me after class . . . and gave me an A."
"See, I told you it was easy."
"He did more than that, too."
"What?"
"He fingered me."
"Huh? Come on . . . he finger-fucked you?"
"Yes!"
"Aw, he didn't."
"Yes, he did . . . and he made me jack him off, too."
"Oh, God! Really? Come on, let's go in the toilet stall over there. Tell me what happened."
"Teacher taught me a lot," Tammy said.
"The dirty old man. I told you he was horny."
The lovely cheerleaders went in a toilet stall and locked the door. Pam sat down on the shiny black toilet seat. She slid her white panties down around her knees, pulled her tiny cheerleading skirt up around her waist. Then she slid down on the edge of the toilet.
"Tell me. Tell me everything that happened, and let's masturbate," Pam said.
She put her hand between her legs, slowly slicking her finger up and down the slit of her cunt, which was covered with fuzzy brown fuzz, and her pussy became juicy, wet, hot.
"Well, he stuck his hand in my panties, see . . . they're all wet and gooshy," Tammy said, pulling up her skirt. "Look, they're soaking wet."
"Oh, shit! Tell me . . . what'd he do?"
"He stuck his hand in there and started fingerin'me and made me cum."
Pam fucked her pussy with her finger. "Oh, no! Did you like it? Did it feel good?"
"Yeah . . . really good."
"Then what?"
"He diddled me, and he talked real dirty, talked about fingerin' me."
"Oh, shit. I love it. Then what?"
"He had his hand in my panties, like this," Tammy said, and slipped her hand down into her tight, white panties. She diddled her pussy.
Pam looked beautiful spread out on the toilet, her legs wide apart, her panties a stretch of shiny white just above her dimpled knees. Her little blue skirt was gathered high on her waist.
Her hand jerked between her legs as she pulled and pushed her finger into her juicy cunt.
"Then what?" Pam panted.
"He had such a big boner."
"Oh, God . . . really? How big?"
"Real big. It was stickin' out, pushin' out his pants."
"He had a big fuckin' hard-on, huh?" Pam gasped, her mouth open, a sweet circle, a small O.
"Yeah, and he finger-fucked me and made me wiggle all over."
"Did you cum?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, shit, Tammy, how'd it feel?"
"Goooood . . . real good."
"Then what?"
"He took his hand and grabbed mine and put it on his hard-on."
"You felt it?"
"Yeah, and he took his pants and shorts down and made me hold it."
"Oh, jeez! How'd it feel?"
"Juicy, hard, big ... it was throbbin'."
Pam lifted her ass off the toilet seat and jerked wildly at her pussy, pleasing herself, loving the feeling that buzzed through her.
Tammy leaned against the door of the toilet stall, her skirt held up with one hand and her other hand deep in her panties, down in the gooshy stickiness of her young cunt, where she fingered wildly as she told her story.
"And he made me kneel in front of him and hold his cock, made me pump on it."
"Oh, no!"
"And he was all hot and bothered."
"Ooooh!"
"His prick started squirtin' stickum."
"Oh, God, no!" Pam fucked her finger furiously in and out of her spritzing pussy.
"He told me to pump him faster, harder . . . and so I did."
"You were jackin' him off, huh?"
"Yeah. He made me say it . . . 'I'm jackin' you off, Sir,' I said to him. And he said: 'Yes, good ... do it, honey, faster.' He called me honey."
"Oh, shit . . . shit, shit, shit . . . you fucked him with your hand. The horny bastard. He was so hot, wasn't he? See, I told you, all the teachers, the older men, they get so goddamn hot about us girls, don't they?"
"Yeah, he was good and hot."
"And he started gettin' hotter too, I'll bet?"
"He started squirtin' all over me," Tammy said, feeling the divine ripple of climax flickering through her gorgeous goddess body.
"He came!"
"Yeah, he shot off," Tammy whimpered, cumming with beautiful vibrance, shuddering, shaking against the door of the toilet.
Pam lifted high off the toilet seat.
"Ah, shit!" she cried loudly. "Ah, shit! I'm gettin'it, Tammy! I'm cummin'!"
The two lovely teenaged cheerleaders came there in the toilet stall, both stunningly beautiful in their sexy little uniforms, their fingers busy playing a heavenly tune on their sweet, young cunts.
When the girls had finished their orgasms, they went back to the wash basins and mirrors to fix their faces, get themselves pretty for the game.
"Well, I told you, we can get anything we want from these teachers," Pam said.
"I think you're right," Tammy said, realizing that Pam was right.
"I like to turn 'em on, too. I like to see 'em get hot, don't you?"
"Well, I . . . "
"Sure you do. You like to get 'em steamin', get 'em on a big hard."
"Yeah, I do," Pam admitted.
"We can get anything. We'll have to go for A's in all our classes."
"I'll bet we can get more than A's," Pam whispered.
"Like what?"
"I'll bet they'd give us money to do things with 'em . . . don't you think?"
Tammy had never entertained such a thought. "Oh, God . . . really, you think they'd pay?"
"Damn right," Pam said confidently.
Tammy saw her friend's wicked little smile ... a soft tug of her lips at the corners.