Chapter 5
Tammy and Pam were walking down that hall at school the Monday following the football game at which they did their cheerleading routine, to the delight of the males in the crowd. They had danced, waved their pompoms, waved their asses, wiggled, and done their routines with an exciting teenage verve.
Tammy had paid particular attention to Mr. Plato, who came late to the game after their sex-session in his office. She saw how he gawked at her. He sat up in the back row of the bleachers. Tammy knew he had a big hard-on for her, and she was especially salacious in her interpretations of the cheering routines. She got excited thinking about her teacher in the bleachers, squirting cum in his shorts . . .
The girls looked delicious on Monday. Tammy wore a short Navy-blue skirt with pleats, and the hem swirled sexily above her knees. Her round, orange-sized tits pushed lewdly at a tight pink camisole with spaghetti straps. She had on a pair of little blue pumps with mid-heels. Her tanned legs looked smooth and graceful.
Pam had on a pair of tight jeans and a light-blue sweater. She wore white tennis shoes. She had her hair feathered on the sides.
Tammy had fixed her hair so that it was tight to her head, parted in the middle, a smart wide part, and her bangs flopped cutely on her forehead. She had the rest of her hair twirled into looping braids off the top of her head, hanging from the sides.
"You mean Mr. Plato wants fucking, huh? Give you a hundred dollars?" Pam said.
"Yeah," Tammy answered. "He gets so hot . . . but he's got such a big prick."
"You sure it's eleven inches?"
"Oh, jeez, yes ... or more!"
"God!"
"Have you ever fucked, Pam?"
"Sure . . . lots."
"I haven't," Tammy said.
"Aw, come on."
"No, really."
"Well, fuck him. You'll like fucking."
"Think I should?"
"Absolutely, and see if he wants to give me a hundred bucks for fucking with him, too."
"God, it seems like everyone at this school is doin' some kind of sex thing," Tammy said.
"Yeah, I know . . . what time is it?"
"Just after one."
"Come here with me, I'll show you something."
The lovely young girls walked down the stairs to the home economics department. Pam tiptoed to a classroom. She took Tammy's hand and pulled her to the door.
Tammy saw Miss Shaw, a young student teacher, standing near a desk. She had dark-brown hair that was done in a short ice-skater cut. She wore a brown sweater and a yellow skirt. She had big tits that made her sweater bulge obscenely. Her hips, belly, ass, were all well molded. She had on dark nylons and a pair of dark-brown heels.
She leaned back against the desk.
Mr. Olson, the math teacher, a short man in his thirties, took off his suit coat. He pulled the young student teacher into his arms and kissed her.
"They're gonna fuck," Pam whispered. "They been fuckin' every day at this same time all semester."
Mr. Olson pulled Miss Shaw's skirt up. She wore white panties and a black garter belt. He stuck his hand between her legs and fiddled with her pussy through her tight panties.
"See, I told you," Pam said.
The two teachers kissed hotly. Miss Shaw reached down and squeezed the hard-on in Mr. Olson's slacks. He slid one hand around behind her and fondled her ass.
Miss Shaw unzipped his fly and took out a thug-like prick, short, but thick as a wrist. She pumped her hand on the man's cock.
Mr. Olson, breaking away from the kiss, shoved his hand in her panties. He jerked around in there.
Then Mr. Olson pulled her pants down on her thighs. He humped down, knees bent, and stuck his prick in her cunt. They started fucking, standing up against the desk.
"See?" Pam whispered.
"Let's fuck on the desk," they heard Mr. Olson say.
Then they saw him pull his prick out of Miss Shaw. She slid up, sat on the desk, then lay back, pulled up her skirt and took her panties down. They dangled from her hand as Mr. Olson climbed up, his slacks and shorts down around his ankles. His balls dropped down, and his short plug-prick stuck out like a five-inch piece of steel.
He humped his ass and fucked his cock into Miss Shaw's cunt. She spread her legs wide, wound the nylon loveliness around Mr. Olson. He pumped slowly on top of her. She lay there, her panties dangling from her hand.
Tammy and Pam watched.
"They're really fuckin' now," Pam said.
"Yeah," Tammy whispered.
"They do it every day, too. God, that makes me hot," Pam said.
"Me, too."
The pretty young girls watched their teachers fuck off a wild and hot piece of ass. Miss Shaw began bouncing up and down under the thumping form of Mr. Olson. She wrapped her legs around him even tighter.
"Screw me, damn it!" they heard Miss Shaw urging.
"Oh, honey!" Mr. Olson yipped.
"Come on, fuck me!" Miss Shaw yelled.
"I love fuckin' you!" he huffed.
"Here I cum!" Miss Shaw yelped.
He hammered faster on top of her. They fucked furiously, a sight of beauty and erotic pleasure to the two schoolgirls peeking in through the slightly ajar door.
Mr. Olson fucked harder, faster, slid one hand up under Miss Shaw's sweater while he humped up and down, his hand squeezing the young teacher's huge tits.
"I love these big melons . . . they're like big cantaloupes," Mr. Olson cried.
"I'm cummin'!" Miss Shaw screeched.
"Big woofers, love these jugs," he said, his ass hammering like a jack. "I'm gonna shoot my wad!"
"Shoot it!" Miss Shaw sobbed.
Pam was rubbing the crotch of her jeans.
"I'm so hot, Tammy," she whispered.
"God . . .me, too!"
"They're really fuekin' in there on that desk."
Indeed they were, the two teachers reaching a climax of shuddering pleasure. Miss Shaw bumped and bounced on top of the desk. And, on top of her, Mr. Olson's body looked as though he were doing a series of lightning-fast push-ups.
"They're cummin'," Tammy whispered.
"Come on, let's go down to the bathroom and finger-fuck, okay?" Pam said, retreating from the door.
Tammy followed her to the girls' room. They went in and found an empty toilet stall. Pam locked the door.
"You can sit on the toilet this time," she said to Tammy.
Pam took her jeans down, thumbed a tight pair of white cotton panties, stripped them down on her thighs, and leaned back against the wall of the stall. She stuck a finger in her pussy.
Tammy sat down on the toilet, her skirt up around her waist. She lifted off the shiny, black seat and tugged her panties down until they fluffed in a pile of pink around her little heels.
She looked adorable with her double ponytail, her flushed cheeks, her pink-glossed lips, her mouth open as though she were blowing little smoke rings.
She slid down on the seat, spread her legs. Her blonde pussy was like a juicy cupcake. She slipped a finger in her cunt slit.
"Oh, God, I love masturbatin'," Pam whispered.
"Yeah," Tammy said, fucking her finger wildly in her own pussy.
"God, they fucked, didn't they?"
"Yeah," Tammy said. "They were really screwin' on that desk."
"Shit, I liked the way his ass pumped up and down."
"And Miss Shaw's legs wrapped around him like that."
"Oh, God, Tammy, I'm feeHn' good ..."
"Yeah, me, too."
"I'm so hot."
"Mr. Plato licked my ass," Tammy sobbed.
"What. . . oh, no . . . he what?"
"He licked my asshole. He stuck his tongue up there."
"Oh, shit, the horny old bastard. Oh, fuck! Did you like it?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, God, a tongue up your ass, Tammy. That lewd bastard."
"He said he loved my goddess ass," Tammy said.
"God, and he fucked your butt with his tongue."
"Really licked my ass."
"And he wants to pay you to fuck, too."
"Yeah, money!"
"Oh, shit, Tammy, I'm gonna cum!" Pam sighed, her body shuddering as she leaned against the toilet stall, climaxing.
Tammy watched Pam and humped her ass off the toilet seat, pushed up to her fucking finger, diddled herself in a fast jerk, felt the ripple of divine delight tingle through her, then consume her in a shaking orgasm.
"Ooof! Uh!" Tammy panted.
"I'm cummin', dammit!" Pam cried.
The two lovely schoolgirls came together in the toilet stall, Tammy humped up off the black toilet seat, her legs spread, her panties pulled tight around her ankles, her hand a blur as it danced on her cunt ... and Pam sliding down the wall of the stall, her legs bending at the knees, her hand jerking between her legs.
Pam's eyes were closed, her mouth open, her face a mask of erotic excitement. Tammy's eyes were wide open. Her mouth formed a small O, her forehead wrinkled under her sweet, blonde bangs.
Tammy let the sizzle of her orgasm take her to the height of pleasure. She tingled all over, buzzed, felt good, then fell back on the toilet seat, huffing and puffing, all spread out her skirt up, her panties now a fluffy clump on her ankles, and her face . . . her face flushed with the glow of simmering satisfaction.
Both girls vibrated from their fabulous climaxes.
"God, I love masturbatin'," Pam whispered.
"It feels so good," Tammy puffed.
"Yeahhhh, real good."
"I wonder if men like to masturbate," Tammy said.
"Shit, you know they do."
"You think so?"
Pam smiled and pulled her panties into place. "I'll bet there are men out there right now jerkin' off over both of us."
"Aw, really, Pam?"
"Sure . . . pumpin' their hard pricks."
"Thinkin' of my goddess ass," Tammy whispered, her finger once again fucking in and out of her cunt.
Pam dug down into her panties. Her knuckles bulged out the crotch. "Oh, shit, Tammy . . . you gonna do it again?"
"Uh-huh."
Schoolgirl heaven there in the toilet stall- Pammy and Tammy finger-fucking their cunts, diddling their pussies.
"Ah, I love this!" Pam cried.
"Oh, yeah . . . masturbatin' . . . it's so good."