Chapter 6
Tammy was preparing for a Friday night football game, slipping into her uniform and thinking about why Mr. Plato, that handsome teacher of hers, had not yet approached her about fucking for one hundred dollars.
She was naked and standing in front of her mirror. She slipped into her dark-blue knee socks, tugged them up to her knees. She put on gold-yellow tennis shoes. She admired herself, saw the way her round, young tits stood so firm and pointed. She saw the flat sweep of her belly, the luscious curves of her hips. She turned and looked back at her bare ass.
"My goddess ass," she whispered, remembering what Mr. Plato had said.
Tammy stepped into, then pulled up her bright-yellow bloomers. She thumbed the elastic, pulled them into her crotch tightly so that they made a sweet muffin of yellow. The bloomers fit her tightly, like a glove. They cut right at the curves of her ass, cradled the lovely asscheeks.
She hooked her tits into a thin yellow bra that pulled them tightly together, lifted them shamelessly. Then she slipped into her cheerleading skirt, a tiny nylon mini. The skirt was dark blue with a yellow stripe on the hem where it stopped high on Tammy's brown, smooth thighs. Then she put on her yellow vest. It buttoned tightly down the middle with blue buttons. Her tits pushed at the skimpy top. The vest came just to the top of her skirt.
Tammy fixed her hair so that it parted in the middle. She combed her bangs straight across her forehead, then pulled the long soft blonde hair back into a ponytail and tied it with a dark-blue ribbon.
She rouged her fresh cheeks with a wine-rose blush, and then she glossed her lips with a cherry-red lipstick.
"Ready," she whispered.
She put on her blue-and-gold school jacket and went downstairs. Her mother was already half drunk in front of the TV set. Tammy slipped through the tiny living room, and walked to the schoolhouse six blocks away.
She was supposed to meet Pam at school, do some stretching exercises before the game.
She opened the schoolhouse door and headed down the empty stairs. School always seemed like a museum when no one was around, Tammy thought. She turned a curve on the stairs and met Mr. Preston, the journalism teacher.
He had a camera with him. He stopped, pointed it at Tammy and took a picture.
"Hey, how about letting me take a couple more? I'll develop them tomorrow and give you copies," Mr. Preston said.
"Sure," Tammy agreed.
She leaned back against the banister, looking adorable, sexy, salacious, beautiful in her yellow-and-blue cheerleading uniform. Mr. Preston snapped a picture of her.
Tammy smiled and he took another.
"Why don't you just kinda put one leg up on that stair?" he said.
Tammy put one leg up on the next step. Her little skirt pulled up high on her thighs. Mr. Preston eagerly took a picture of her.
Then Tammy saw the cock-bulge in his slacks, and she realized what he was doing.
"Now, maybe pull your skirt up a little," Mr. Preston said.
"I know what kind of picture you want, Sir," Tammy said, "and you'd have to pay me for those."
"Oh, sure ... ah, well ..."
He took out his wallet. He reached in and found three twenties. He handed them to Tammy.
Tammy took the money and put it in her little purse.
"Let's go in the boys' room," he said.
"Okay."
Tammy hung her purse on a hook on the wall. She turned, stood near a sink. The room smelled of fresh pine oil. She pulled her skirt up higher on her thighs.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Yes," Mr. Preston panted. "Higher."
She pulled the little blue skirt up over her yellow bloomers. Mr. Preston took a picture, then another. Tammy held her skirt out and up with her hands, showing him her bloomers. He snapped another picture.
Her tight yellow bloomers were scrunched sudculently in at her crotch. She leaned back against the sink basin, still holding her fluffy pleats, the blue ripples, around her waist, letting her teacher shoot pictures of her panties.
Tammy thought how she also needed to manipulate Mr. Preston so he would give her an A in journalism. She thought she might write about all this someday. She smiled seductively as the trembling teaeher shot more pictures of her, inserted a new roll quickly into the camera and focused again on her.
"Why don't you pull your panties down for me, Tammy?" he whispered.
She eyed his cock-bulge, like a curving banana, pressing against his tight brown slacks. She knew he was hot for her. A dark spot spread at his crotch.
"Pull my bloomers down, Sir? Show you everything?"
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Mr. Preston gasped.
"You didn't say anything about pulling my bloomers down, Mr. Preston."
"But ..."
"I'd pull 'em down for you ... if I could have an A in journalism."
"Done!" he said quickly.
Tammy positioned her sweet ass on the white rim of the sink. She held up her skirt with her elbows. She leaned over a bit, and peeled the yellow bloomers slowly down the flat of her stomach, down onto the lushness of her thighs, and showed Mr. Preston her precious blonde pussy.
"Oh, God!" the teacher gulped.
She knew he was hers. She controlled him.
He snapped wildly on the camera, shooting hot pictures of the young cheerleader's cute cunt.
Tammy rolled her wet, pink tongue over her cherry lips, leaving them glistening, glossy, suck-sweet.
"Go in and sit on the toilet," Mr. Preston said, indicating Tammy should retreat to an open toilet stall before them.
She let her skirt drop and walked to the toilet. She hiked her skirt up again, turned around, her ass to the toilet, and sat down on the black seat. Her bloomers were tight in a pull on her thighs.
"Take 'em down some more," Mr. Preston suggested.
Tammy tugged her bloomers down just below her knees. They stretched there in a yellow sash. She leaned back on the toilet, slid out on the seat, her pussy a delicate dessert.
Mr. Preston greedily took pictures of darling Tammy sitting on the toilet. He finally took the camera strap from around his neck, hung the instrument on the hook sticking from the stall door, and turned to Tammy.
"Do you know you're the most beautiful girl in school here?"
"Thank you, Sir."
"You are absolutely lovely, Tammy," he whispered.
His cock throbbed, thumped against his tight slacks. His eyes were wide. He gawked at the beautiful cheerleader on the toilet.
Tammy looked back at the teacher. He had a stocky build, and he wore dark-brown glasses, had dark-brown hair. She figured Mr. Preston to be in his thirties.
Mr. Preston's hand was massaging his crotch, rolling his palm on the bulge of his hard-on. "Did you like taking pictures, Tammy?"
"Yeah, that was fun," Tammy said.
"I'd like to do it again sometime. Would you come over to my house?"
"And take pictures?"
"Yes."
"I guess I could. Are you gonna pay me to model for you?"
"Indeed I will, Tammy," he said quickly.
He slowly unzipped, reached in and yanked out a hard, bristling seven-inch prick. It stuck out from his fly, and the bulging prickhead was all foamy, bubbly with pre-cum.
He jerked slowly on his prick.
"Sir, whatcha doin'? Are you gonna masturbate?"
"Yes, to you, darling . . . you beautiful wonder."
Tammy sat on the toilet seat, her skirt still up, her bloomers down on her knees. Her precious pussy looked good enough to suck on forever.
Mr. Preston pumped his prick and looked at her, drank in her adorable beauty, her glorious young body.
"Oooofff!" he gasped, sucking in his breath.
"God, Sir! You're jerkin' off to me!" Tammy whispered.
Tammy was fascinated by the man's hand, the way he clutched his hard prick, the way he pumped his cock, his thumb extended like he was hitchhiking.
He unbuckled his belt with his free hand, and his slacks fell around his ankles. He stopped jacking his prick, pulled his shorts down and let them fall.
His balls dangled down. Tammy gasped. They were big, round, the sack heavy and full. His cock thrummed, thumped. A gob of pre-cum spit from the piss slit.
Tammy eyed his cock, the smooth marble skin of the cockshaft, the thickness of the stalk. She saw the teacher grab his prick and begin pumping again. He leaned back against the door of the toilet stall, spread his legs, bent his knees, and jerked his cock faster.
This really excited Tammy. She felt a glowing excitement sizzle through her.
Mr. Preston gawked at the cute cheerleader spread out on the toilet seat. He moved over to her, stood above her.
"Can I touch your cunt?"
"I guess," Tammy said.
He reached down and slipped his hand between her legs and flattened his fingers against her teen queen cunt.
"Oh, God," he muttered as he turned just a little sideways, grabbed his prick with his other hand and jerked.
His finger fucked into Tammy's pussy.
Tammy gulped loudly.
She watched him jerk lewdly on his steaming cock. Then she looked down and saw his hand, his finger fucking into her cunt.
Mr. Preston was bent at the knees, humped down so he could finger-fuck her pussy. His other hand continued a precision jerk-stroke.
Tammy reached out and tickled his big balls.
"Oh, yeah, touch my balls, baby," Mr. Preston huffed hotly.
Tammy scratched at his balls, bobbled them on her fingers, tickled the big hairy ball sack. He fucked her pussy with his finger, and he jerked wildly on his prick.
"You like this, Tammy?"
"Yes, you're fingerin' me."
"Yeah, and jerkin' off to you."
"God, I know! You're really jerkin', Sir!"
"Look good to you?"
"Yes, Sir. Yeah, I like it!"
"I like pumpin' my prick for you, Tammy."
"Do it then, Sir, pump it for me."
"I am, and I'll jack off to the pictures I took of you, too."
"Oooo, Sir!"
"Damn right."
Tammy watched him jerk on his cock. She loved the tingle of his finger in her cunt. She squeezed his balls.
"Masturbate to my pictures, Sir?"
"Right."
"Oh, God, Sir!"
"I love this, Tammy."
"Beat it, Mr. Preston! Beat your meat for me! Really beat it!"
"Yes, yes, talk to me like that, Tammy!"
"Pound your prick, Sir. I love seein' you do it," Tammy teased. "Beat it, Sir, beat it . . . beat it all the way!"
He came.
His hand was a blur, but the tip of his prick foamed, frothed and spit out a huge wad of cum against the wall of the toilet stall.
"Ohhhhh!" he hollered.
His finger kept fucking her pussy. She got all turned on seeing him squirt out all that steaming cock cream. She climaxed so quickly it jerked her upright on the toilet, brought her up to a sitting position with her back straight as a board. Her intensity made her hand squeeze Mr. Preston's balls.
"Ah, ooooh!" he yelped, and more jizz shot from his cock.
"Ah, ah, ah . . . whooooof!" Tammy cried.
She fell back against the wall after her super Orgasm.
Mr. Preston began wiping his cummy cock with toilet paper. "You sure you're gonna come over to my house some night and model for me?"
"Yeah," Tammy said, thinking that he'd really have to pay for that.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars," he whispered, putting his soft prick into his pants, zipping up.
"What should I wear?" Tammy asked.
"Leave that to me . ... but I'd like you to come over in something sexy, okay?"
"You know my friend, Pam?" Tammy asked.
Mr. Preston's eyes reflected excitement. "Yes ..."
"She might pose, too . . . if you pay her."
"She's a cheerleader with you . . . and I've seen her around school, too," he said, his excitement growing. "Sure, have her come with you. I'll pay you both. How about tomorrow, Saturday night?"
"Okay," Tammy said.
She left the restroom and hurried to the football field. She was just in time to join Pam and the other cheerleaders in their first routine with the pep band.