Chapter 4
Pam and Tammy were sitting at the Pizza Heaven. They had just finished a medium pizza and were sipping Cokes.
"See, I told you. We can get anything we want at that high school," Pam said.
"God, we've got almost two hundred dollars here from Mr. Donne."
"He was really hot for us, wasn't he?"
"Yeah, he really was," Tammy smiled, thinking about the panting, gulping, heated passion
Mr. Donne had showed them.
"We'll just share all the money we make, and when we've got enough, we'll split for Los Angeles. Okay?"
"Sure, I'm game," Tammy said.
"We'll have to have enough money to pay for tickets, and then have enough to last us for a while until we find a school. We gotta get A's here to transfer."
"What kind of school, another high school?"
"Maybe a drama school . . . but somewhere I can learn to act. I wanna be an actress," Pam said.
Tammy had never thought about that... about what she would want to be, but the vision Pam had of a life as an actress intrigued her, and she decided that was what she wanted too.
"I just don't think it's gonna be that tough pulling all this off," Pam said confidently, her succulent lips puckered around a soggy straw, sucking lewdly, the thin straw between her fingers-a pinch of thumb and forefinger gliding up and down the straw.
"And the money we make on our own?" Tammy asked, thinking maybe there might be times when Pam wasn't around and she could earn some cash.
"We keep it ourselves."
They agreed and left Pizza Heaven, two sweetheart lovelies with a plan to conquer the world.
Tammy had only one class left on the following Friday afternoon before a football game. She went to her locker and got her cheerleading uniform, then went to the girls' room and changed. Today the girls had decided to wear the yellow sweaters with blue stripes down the shoulders and sleeves, the Navy-blue skirts with inverted yellow pleats, the bright, shiny, yellow bloomers, dark-blue knee socks, and yellow tennis shoes.
She slipped into the uniform and fixed her hair, pulling it back on the sides, flipping it into double ponytails, clipping them tight with rubber bands. Her bangs were soft on her forehead.
She glossed her lips with a deep apple-red, rouged her cheeks with a burnt-orange blush, and applied a touch of metallic to the center of the bottom lip, giving her thick lips a "pouty" look.
She went to her final class before the game ... history. She sat in the front row and listened to Mr. Plato lecture about Greek mythology.
Tammy watched the teacher. He was in his late forties, tall, ruggedly handsome, and looked somewhat like John Lennon might have looked at that age. Mr. Plato wore tinted glasses.
"Bacchus was the god of wine, revelry. They used to have festivals, dancing, drinking, and women did erotic dances."
Tammy knew Mr. Plato loved her ass. She could tell. She'd walked to the door after class, turned and caught him leaning back in his chair at the desk, his eyes fuck-hot on her exquisite, suckette ass.
She wondered if she could get an A from Mr. Plato. Maybe even get some money from him. She sat prettily, sexily in her cheerleading uniform, the blue pleats high on her tanned thighs. Her gorgeous legs were delicious-looking.
Tammy saw Mr. Plato scan her legs with his gaze as he lectured his class. She liked the power she felt, that she was manipulating her teacher.
When the bell rang and as the class filed out, Tammy lingered a minute, then gathered her books. She walked slowly to the door, her body rippling in her tight cheerleading uniform, her sweet tits sticking out against the yellow sweater.
Mr. Plato gawked at her, his eyes riveted to her ass as Tammy got to the door. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder, saw him staring at her ass.
She smiled and said: "I was wondering, Sir. Could I do something extra for an A in history?"
Mr. Plato heard in the sound of her voice a proposition. He was aware. He'd had high school girls come on to him before. He was no dummy.
"Well, Tammy, what do you mean by something extra?"
"Somethin' I could do to get a better grade, Sir."
"What did you have in mind?"
Tammy didn't know exactly how to handle the situation. "Well, I could let you finger me, and I could do you, too."
A shiver of excitement tingled through the handsome teacher. His body felt alive.
"Oh, you sweet lass," he said. "You divine darling. Of course, you can do something extra for an A. Of course you can, my precious pet. Come over here."
Tammy closed the door, made sure it was locked, and walked to the teacher's desk. She stood in front of Mr. Plato. He sat in his swivel chair, looking up at her radiant beauty.
"And I assume that by doing me, you mean masturbation," he whispered.
"Yeah," Tammy said. "I'll jerk you off."
"And I want you to do that to me, Tammy . . . oh, yes, I want you to jack me off. But first, darling, you must let me fondle your ass. You must let me caress your beautiful butt."
Tammy had never had anyone talk to her Hke this. She felt a ripple of erotic excitement buzz through her.
"My butt, Sir? You wanna feel my butt?" she whispered.
"Oh, yes!"
He reached up, twirled her around, and plunged his hands into the blue-and-yellow pleats of her little cheerleading skirt, his fingers fanning over the pliant curves of her marvelous ass.
He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, felt the smooth, bright yellow bloomers as he lifted her skirt high above her ass.
"You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen, Miss Bixley," he whispered.
"Thank you, Sir."
"It's fabulous, darling. It's a sweetheart ass that needs to be worshiped," Mr. Plato said, his hands squeezing, gliding, pinching, feeling all over Tammy's ass.
"I've seen you lookin' at it, Sir," Tammy said.
"Yes, I have, sweet darling."
"I've seen you really stare it down, Mr. Plato."
"Yes, I have. Your ass is a work of art, Miss Bixley. I love your ass."
His hands peeled her yellow bloomers down on her thighs. Her curved, round ass was exposed to him, the sleek, slick asscheeks, the cute crack.
"Oh shit," he mumbled. "Oh, Tammy! Your ass. Your adorable ass, darling!"
"When you get done playin' with it, I'll jerk you off," Tammy said, looking back over her shoulder.
Mr. Plato pulled her down into the chair with him so she sat on his lap. He kissed her hotly, their lips mashing together. His hands slid down onto her thighs, pried them open, and rubbed at her pussy. He slicked his other hand under her skirt, snaked it along the crack of her ass, and plugged another finger up her shithole. He started finger-fucking her pussy and her asshole at the same time.
Tammy was swooning with pleasure. She felt the throb of his cock against her legs and ass as she sat on his lap.
Mr. Plato had Tammy hot. She loved the way he worked his fingers, so slow, so nice, fucking her cunt and her asshole. She also loved the feel of his cock sticking up against his slacks and mashed into her ass flesh.
He reached under her.
"Slide . . . just lift up a little," he whispered.
Tammy lifted off him a little as he requested. Mr. Plato took his prick out. The long, shimmering fuck-stalk snapped up between Tammy's thighs. She sat back down on his lap. She looked down to see the man's cock sticking up at her, the cockhead shaped like an apple; all red, swollen and foaming out thick bubbles of pre-cum. Mr. Plato's cock was thick, and it was long. She marveled at how all her teachers had such big pricks and how they got so hot and hard over her.
His prick stuck up above her thighs a good five inches. She watched the pre-cum foam out and slide down the long cocklance like beer fizz, running onto her thighs. She squeezed those golden thighs together and felt the heat and throb of his cock against her smooth skin.
"Pull up your sweater for me," Mr. Plato whispered.
Tammy was trembling from the erotic thrill that twinkled all through her body. She pulled her sweater up, revealing a tight yellow bra.
Her yellow panties had fallen to her ankles, and they now drooped from one ankle, just hanging there. Her cheerleading skirt was bunched up on her waist, and Mr. Plato shivered with excitement. He reached up, cupped her tits out of her bra and sat them up over the top.
"Such nice round titties," Mr. Plato said, his lingers fucking the lovely schoolgirl in her ass and in her cunt. His prick pulsed, throbbed lewdly between her thighs. "You can jerk me off now."
He craned his head out and sucked a tit into his mouth, tongued the nipple, bit lightly, then sucked some more. He did the same with the other tit, and all the time his fingers kept fucking.
Tammy grabbed the top half of his prick. She gasped, feeling the burning prick in her little hand, feeling the incredible hardness, stiff as a pipe. She watched more pre-cum drool from the pricktip.
He continued sucking on her tits and fucking her with his fingers. Tammy sat prettily on his lap, enjoying the slick slide of his finger in her cunt, and at the same time she got a good jerk going on his cock.
Mr. Plato came off her tits and relaxed as best he could in the chair.
"Oh, you gorgeous little bitch," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You're really jerkin' me, aren't you, Miss Bixley?"
"Yeah, and you're really fingerin' me, aren't you, Mr. Plato?"
"Oh, damn right! Do you like it?"
"Yes I do, Sir. Do you like it when I jerk your boner like this?"
"Oh, my dear! Yes! Oh, yes, I love it when you jerk my boner, love it so much . . . just as I love you."
"Ooooh, Sir," Tammy gasped. She'd never heard anyone say they loved her before in her life.
Her little hand pumped lewdly on the huge, thick prick, and gooshy pre-cum caked up around the rim of her thumb and forefinger. She hammered faster, harder on his prick.
The dewy spritz that spit from the cockhead ran down onto Tammy's hand, and she slicked the thick cream all over the throbbing cock as it stuck up between her thighs. She spread her legs to make it easier for Mr. Plato to finger-fuck her.
She sat sideways on his lap, looking sweetly demure, her hand pounding up and down on his prick. She loved his expert fingering, the way he just tickled her asshole, the way his other finger slushed in and out of her teen queen cunt.
"You're so goddamn beautiful," Mr. Plato whined deliriously.
She looked at her teacher, and she saw the passion etched upon his handsome face, the crinkles in his forehead, his mouth open. His breath was coming in short, jerky gulps.
Tammy pounded faster on his cock.
"It's splashing stuff out, Sir," she whispered.
"Milk it, honey, just pump on my prick, milk all the cream out," Mr. Plato panted.
"Jerk it faster, Sir?"
"Yeah, faster, baby!"
"Like this?" she said, and her hand became a blur.
She fucked his cock with her fist. He diddled her cunt and asshole. They were lost in the beautiful, erotic action of their passionate love-making.
He came off. His prick unleashed a thick torrent of cum that squirted high in the air. Tammy felt his prickstalk bulge and pulse in her hand.
"Oh, Sir! It's shootin'! It's really shootin' now!"
"I'm cummin', baby!"
"Oh, Mr. Plato . . . oh wow . . . it's just gooshin' out!"
Big splashes of cum spit out and splattered back down all over her lovely thighs. Jism smacked onto her belly just above where Mr. Plato fingered her cunt. More cum shot high in the air, landed on the inverted pleats of her cheerleading skirt.
Tammy pumped wildly on the climaxing cock, and then she felt her own orgasm-a sweet rippling tingle started slowly and then shook her all over. Her body stiffened. Her hand kept jerking. The pleasure swept over her.
"Oh, Sir!" she sobbed. "It feels soooo good!"
"Darling, darling, sweetheart!" Mr. Plato murmured, completely lost in his exciting climax.
When she had finished jerking all his cock cream out, when she had finished cumming, Tammy tried to catch her breath. She looked down and saw the puddle of cum all over her legs, all over her flat belly.
She slid off him. She kept her skirt up high over her little blonde cunt.
"I'm wet all over, Sir," she said, looking down at her thighs.
"Yes, yes, I can see."
Cum dripped down her thighs to her knee socks. Then she looked over and saw him sitting there, his big prick sticking out of the fly of his slacks.
"Oh, Sir! That thing is huge," Tammy said, her voice a low whisper.
"Eleven inches," he said proudly.
His prick was still hard, all gooey with cum. He was leaning back in his chair.
She stood elegantly beautiful in front of him, holding her skirt up. Her yellow bloomers were still hooked around one ankle. Her tight yellow sweater was pulled up over her bra and her tits still sat like expensive pearls over the bra.
Tammy's beautiful face was flushed. Her cheeks were bright red. Her lips were still lipsticked red. Her double ponytail, two blonde falls bobbed at the sides of her head, made her look childlike. Cum slithered down her thighs, over her knees, down onto her dark-blue knee socks. A big gob of cock cream ran down her belly and trickled into the blonde hair on her cunt.
"I can't let my skirt down. It'll get all gooey," Tammy said.
Mr. Plato got out of the chair. He fell to his knees before the teen goddess. He took his hankie from his pocket, and he tenderly, lovingly patted away the squishy splats of his fuck-cream.
Tammy stood above him, her skirt held high, peeking down over the hem, watching her teacher wipe up his cum-load. He craned in and kissed her cunt, licked up and down very slowly.
"Oooo, mmmm," he mumbled. "Your sweet pussy is delicious, Tammy."
"You're gonna have to pay me somethin' to kiss it, Sir," Tammy whispered, remembering how Tammy had worked the money game with Mr. Donne.
"Huh?" Mr. Plato said, stopping, looking up at Tammy. "Pay you?"
"Yes . . . to kiss it."
"Oh, yes, of course, darling.! want to pay you. How much?"
"I don't know, Sir . . . maybe uh, well. . ."
Mr. Plato got his wallet out. He reached inside and took out three twenty-dollar bills. He handed them up to Tammy.
"You darling minx," he murmured, then he spun Tammy around, clutched his hands to the round curves of her asscheeks and ran his tongue all over her fine young ass.
His tongue found the furry valley of her ass crack and he licked lickety-split up and down.
"Sir, what are you doin'?"
"I'm honoring your magnificent ass, Tammy. It's the most beautiful ass in the whole world, and I'm licking it."
"Oh, jeez, Sir, ah, ah, ah, whew . . . " Tammy babbled, never having felt such pleasure as the feeling now radiating through her body.
Mr. Plato wagged his tongue wildly up and down her ass crack. Then he kissed her asshole, ran his tongue around the tight bud.
"Sir!" Tammy gasped loudly. "You're ticklin' my asshole with your tongue. Oh, Sir . . . that's really dirty."
"I'd eat your shit," Mr. Plato said, his tongue flapping all over Tammy's little asshole.
She stood with her skirt up, feeling the delightful eroticism of his act. "Oh, God, you'd what, Sir?"
"I'd eat your shit, Tammy."
"Oh, you're kissin' my butthole, Sir."
"I know. Do you like.it?"
"Yeah, yeah . . . wow!"
"Tell me what I'm doin' to you," Mr. Plato urged, spreading Tammy's asscheeks so he could better diddle his tongue on her asshole.
"You're lickin' my butt, Sir."
"Mmmmm, nunmm! Delicious!" the teacher babbled.
"Shit, Sir ... oh shit, you better stop," Tammy moaned with glee. She was feeling weak all over.
"Stick your finger in your pussy and finger-fuck yourself," Mr. Plato whispered, then he fucked his tongue up into Tammy's asshole.
"Ooowhooff!" Tammy cried, fucking a finger into her dripping pussy. She fucked herself with a fast jerk-stroke.
Mr. Plato fucked her asshole with his lewd tongue. Tammy fucked her cunt with her tickling fingers. She thought she was on a cloud somewhere. She was light-headed. Her climax started at the center of her beautiful body and spread slowly to all parts.
She shuddered all over.
"Oh, Mr. Plato!" she whimpered.
He licked and tongue-fucked Tammy's asshole, heightening the thrill of her orgasm. She finally stumbled away from the teacher, fell against the desk, huffing, puffing, still holding up her little cheerleading skirt.
"Oh, God, Sir ... "
He was still on his knees. His cock was like a hammer handle sticking out of his fly.
"Now you kiss me down there," he said.
"Should I?" Tammy said, still clutching the sixty dollars.
"I'd really like to fuck you, Tammy. That's what I'd really like to do, darling."
"I've never done that, Sir," Tammy blushed.
"Then you should . . . you should do it with me."
"Let you put that big squirty thing in my cookie?"
"Yeah!"
"I better not, Sir. We said just kissing."
"Okay, but tomorrow I'll bring a hundred dollars for you, if you'll let me fuck you. Think about it, will you, Tammy?"
"Yes," she said, He crawled to his chair and sat down. He took his slacks and shorts off and sat only in his shirt and tie. His eleven-inch prick stuck up high and hard.
"You still owe kissin' me," he said.
Tammy came over and knelt between his spread legs. She marveled at his hairy balls, big lemon-size balls that hung over the edge of the chair. Tammy inspected his huge prick. She shuddered at the shimmering length.
She put her hands on his thighs, bent down and puckered her red lips on the tip of his prick.
"Ah, my sweet darling, kiss my cock," Mr. Plato whined.
Tammy kissed all over the pricktip. Her lips were open, juicy, soft, warm. The pleasure of her kissing sent Mr. Plato into a swooning groan of glee.
She kissed and kissed, then ran her tongue over the gooey cocktip. She swirled her tongue all around his cockhead, almost as if she were working on a chocolate swirl from the Dairy Queen.
"You sweet little fucker! Do you know how good that makes me feel, you kissin' and lickin' my cock like that?"
"Does it feel real good, Sir?" Tammy whispered, glancing up at him.
Their fuck-hot eyes met. She saw the love, the passion he felt for her on his face. She bent back down and sucked the head of his prick into her warm mouth.
Tammy looked marvelous on her knees between her teacher's legs. She was bent over, her head bobbing slowly and her lips were around the top of Mr. Plato's huge prick. She looked cute in her cheerleading uniform. Her ponytails bobbled as she sucked his prick.
"Suck me, Tammy!" Mr. Plato puffed.
She grasped his prick midway down, began pumping it as she sucked.
"I'm gonna cum!" Plato yelped.
Tammy felt the spray of cock cream in her mouth. His thick cum-load almost choked her. She raised up off his prick, but kept pumping the cockshaft. Cum oozed from her mouth, down over her lips, onto her chin.
She jerked furiously on his big prick, got hold of it with both hands and pounded wildly. Mr. Plato groaned loudly as he shot his cum-load. Cream jetted out of his prick. Tammy pumped harder, faster. The jizz just kept shooting, hitting her on the face, all over her yellow sweater, her tits, her bra.
"I love you!" Mr. Plato yelped. "I wanna fuck you!"
"Maybe I'll let you, if you pay me a hundred dollars like you said," Tammy whispered, pushing, pulling with both hands, milking his big horse-prick.
He fell back limply in the chair. Tammy stood up, took his hankie and wiped away the streaks of cum from her tits, her sweater, and patted her mouth dry. She put her tits back in the bra, pulled her sweater down, then straightened her little skirt, reached down and pulled up her bloomers, wiggling into them.
"I have to go cheerlead," she said, walking toward the door.
Mr. Plato sat in his chair, still puffing, breathing in short gasps. His cock, all slick with cream, was bending downward in a thick baloney-type curl.
"God, you look good," he whispered.
Tammy smiled broadly. She saw him staring intently at her curvy ass. She swung her purse over her shoulder, then reached behind her and lifted the little cheerieading skirt, pulled the pleats up over her tight, shiny yellow bloomers. She bent over at the waist so her ass stuck out, lewdly beautiful.
"Oh, shit, Tammy," the teacher mumbled. "So goddamn gorgeous, that ass . . . that goddess ass."
Tammy was thrilled. She liked that reference. She wiggled her ass cutely at Mr. Plato.
"Are you coming to the game, Sir?" she whispered.
"I wouldn't miss seeing you do all those sexy moves of yours out there on the field, you're so beautifully bodacious."
"Bodacious? What's that, Sir," Tammy said, rolling her ass in sweet semi-circles, the yellow bloomers tight on her round ass.
"Blatantly sexy . . . and you are that, my darling, you are sexy," Mr. Plato said. His hand stroked his limp prick.
"You've been at all the games, haven't you?" she said.
"Uh, huh ... just to see you . . . you give me a big hard-on when I watch."
"Ooooh, that's naughty, Sir," Tammy said.
She put her hands on her knees like one of her cheerieading routines required, then she rolled her magnificent ass.
Mr. Plato pumped his hardening cock. "Yeah, you'll make me shoot off in my shorts, honey."
"In the bleachers?"
"Yes."
"Oh, God, Sir. I gotta go. Come to the game, and I'll be especially sexy for you," Tammy purred.
She lowered her skirt, opened the door, and walked out.
"What a beautiful darling," Mr. Plato panted, pounding on his big prick.