Chapter 10
When they had finished fucking, when Mr. Taylor finally fell limp, huffing and panting, when Tammy lay sprawled out on the couch, thick cum drenching her merry-widow, her nylons, her tits, and the big gob that still clung to her bangs, when they caught their breath, Mr. Taylor made a new suggestion.
"I took the liberty of buying a school uniform for you, Tammy. It's just like yours exactly. I had it made special. I want you to put it on and let me take some more pictures."
"Jeez," said the dazzled schoolgirl. "You want me to pose some more in my uniform?"
"Yes, and I'll pay you more too."
"Sir, are you rich?"
"Very."
"What'cha do, sir?" Tammy asked, finding the uniform on the bar in a gift box. She took it and walked into the bedroom to change.
Mr. Taylor answered her from the other room. "I made it all in oil."
"How?" Tammy yelled back.
"Many years ago I was driving in North Dakota, had the window down and I smelled oil. I stopped, found out who owned the land, gave them twice what it was worth, sat on it, and ten years later I sold it for ten million dollars."
"Jeez!" Tammy whistled.
"I know, sounds too easy, but that's how it happened."
"Jeez, so you're real rich, sir!" Tammy called, slipping off the merry-widow.
She stripped and slipped on her pink panties, pulled them up tight in the crotch. She wiped away some cum from her thighs and tits, but left the cake of goop on her imagine bangs. It looked good there, she thought.
She put on the blue school skirt. Mr. Taylor had had it taken up shorter than her other one. The pleats were high on her thighs. She put on a pink sweater, then slipped on dark-blue knee-socks, and a new pair of blue and white saddle shoes.
Tammy went to the mirror, put on fresh lipstick and rouged her sweet cheeks.
She walked out to the other room. "So, this is what you wanna see? Me in my uniform?"
"Yes, you're beautiful."
"Am I really?"
"Yes, Tammy. You have superb beauty, enigmatic charm."
Mr. Taylor stood back by the bar again, still nude.
"You wanna see me show off? Is that it?"
"Yeah, I wanna see you do real sexy things. Things just you would do to turn a man on. Just pretend you're tryin' to get a man all worked up."
"Gee, I don't think we have to pretend that, do we, sir."
"No." He smiled.
"Well, if I was gonna show off, get a good-lookin' man like you all hot, then I'd do something so I could bend over, like this, see? I'd pretend there was something wrong with my shoe, and I'd bend way over to check it, and see how my skirt pulls up over my pink panties. That'd get 'em hot, huh?"
Mr. Taylor's prick thumped to a throbbing erection.
"Yes, yes, it would get 'em hot."
"They could see my ass, see my panties, huh?"
"Yes, and a fine, beautiful ass it is, my precious darling."
She looked back at him, all bent over, saw his cock rigid and long.
"Yeah, get 'em real hard, like you."
"Yes, like me."
"And I'd get all gooshy in my pants 'cause I'd get all excited about showin' off and making them get a bone on."
"I know!" he puffed, taking pictures.
Tammy stood up. "And I could do other stuff too. like I could be in my desk in school, and I could fix it so when I got up my skirt catches and pulls way up and won't come down till I pull it down."
"Show me," he panted, taking pictures.
"like I'll sit in this chair, then when I'd get up, it would stick on the desk, it would pull up like this when I stand up."
Tammy lifted her skirt.
"Then you could see my panties again, see how tight they are, how my pussy pushes 'em out."
"Yessssss!" he huffed.
"And I could be like at Pizza Heaven after school, sitting in a booth, pulling my skirt up like this, and I'd sit with both feet on the floor, see? And the guy across from me looks right at my panties. Then I would slide my hand down, kind of peel the pants down like this, and I'd show him my pussy."
"Oh, darling!" Mr. Taylor exclaimed. "You are truly wonderful!"
His cockhead foamed as it pulsed wildly, wobbled, jerked, thumped.
"And this guy would be so hard and so hot he'd have to play with his peter while he looked at me. Oooooh, boy!"
Tammy rubbed her pussy quickly, then took her hand away.
Mr. Taylor put in a new roll of film.
"I'll tell you what else I could do," Tammy said, sliding down on the chair, panties down around her knees, her legs apart.
"What?"
"I could take my panties all the way off, just take 'em right off, like this, see? And I could then put them on my finger and hold 'em up, like maybe I'd let the guy have 'em or something."
"Yes, and he'd wanna have 'em too!" Mr. Taylor exclaimed.
"He probably would. He'd probably wanna take my panties home and jerk off in 'em, huh?"
"You know he would!" Mr. Taylor gulped. "I could pull this sweater way up too, and take my boobs out."
"Do it, honey!"
"Okay, see, pull it up and take my boobies out."
"You're wonderful, Tammy!"
He put the camera aside and went to the chair. He crawled between her legs. He threw her skirt up higher and fondled her tits. He leaned in and kissed her juicy mouth. His hand slid between her legs and he fingered her cunt.
Tammy squirmed in his embrace.
He broke their kiss and sat back on his knees. "You look fabulous with your little skirt pulled up like that, Tammy."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you're showin' off your pussy real good now."
"And you got all hard again. See?" She pointed at his thick erection. "I guess, showin' off so good as I'm doin', the guy would probably try to put his hard-on in me, huh?"
"I'll bet."
"I don't know if I'd let him."
"Why, Tammy?" His hands slid up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, his fingertips just barely touching her fuzzy cunt hair.
"I'd make him play with it first, tease him a little."
"You would, huh?" Mr. Taylor stroked his prick with his hand.
"Yeah, make him get his boner real big, as big as he could get it, and all the time I'd be showin' my pussy like this, holding my skirt up, being a naughty little girl."
"Yes, you are naughty, darling!"
"You are too, sir," Tammy shot back. "You're a naughty, naughty, naughty guy."
"I know," he whispered.
"See, what I'd do then is slide up to the edge of the chair like this, and I'd get both hands on his big boner and jerk on it like this!" Tammy gripped his huge prick and pumped in a fluid two-handed stroke.
"Ohhhh, Tammy!"
She jerked him with a slow pump, sending the man to a new crest of pleasure. His prick had swollen into a big, thick, hard hunk of meat. It spit and foamed.
"Tammy, stand up and turn about, bend over the chair, put your hands on the arms," Mr. Taylor said. "Yes, like that! Then pull your skirt way up, yes ... hold it there!"
He moved in on her and stuck his prick into the crack of her ass.
"Sir!" Tammy hollered. "You're not gonna corn-hole me, are you?"
"Beautiful ass!" he gasped, and plugged the tip of his huge prick into her tiny ass-hole.
"Aaaaagggh! Jeez! My butt! You're gonna fuck my butt! Ooooo, shit! Ouch! Oh, please!" Tammy babbled, wiggling, undulating her beautiful butt back at his plunging prick.
"Oh, Tammy, I love your ass!"
"Don't fuck it, sir! Please!"
But he was, his cock sliding slowly into her ass.
"No, no!" she pleaded.
"I just wanted to do it for a moment, darling," he said, then pulled out.
He dropped to his knees and cupped her ass-cheeks. Then he slithered his tongue like a wiggling snake up and down the crack of Tammy's ass.
"Ahhh, yeah! Shit! Yes, I like that! I like ass-lickin', like that!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, baby!" Mr. Taylor mumbled.
"Oh, jeez! Wow!"
His tongue shot into her ass-hole, and he whirled it like the funnel of a tornado.
"Ah, shittttt!" Tammy cried with immense joy. "Do that! Do that with your tongue! Right there! Don't stop!"
She reached down and plugged a finger in her pussy, found her clit, and gave it the business. Mr. Taylor's lewd, long tongue kept swishing at Tammy's butt hole.
"Makin' me crazy!" she yipped, then felt the sizzle of a climax.
A fabulous feeling flooded her. She rippled with pleasure, never wanting it to end, wanting it to last forever.
"Honey!" Mr. Taylor babbled, his tongue working. "You're cummin'! Beautiful!"
Mr. Taylor let her cum and cum, then he turned her around, pulled her down with him on the floor.
Tammy lay back, pulled up her little pleats and spread her legs.
"You gonna fuck me again?"
"Yes," he said, hovering over her, guiding his cock into her pussy.
"Oooooh, there it is again in my puffy.
Whewwww, jeez!" Tammy cooed.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard and fast, Tammy!" he whispered, humping up and down, slamming into her.
"Okay! Fuck me hard and fast then! Yeah, like that! Really go, sir! Yeah, keep on goin'!"
He did.
"Why don't you go away with me, Tammy, we could travel the world in luxury."
"Go away with you? You mean leave home?"
"Yeah."
"Jeez-I don't think so, sir."
"Oh, please!"
"No, but you can come see me anytime you want, Mr. Taylor."
"And we can take pictures and fuck like this?"
"Yeah, I'll kinda be your girl. Okay? I'll be your little fucker."
"Yes, yes!" he puffed, pumping faster. "And you'll let me come see you, fuck and do sexy things?"
"Sure. We can fuck and stuff."
His balls were cracking up against her ass, thick swats that echoed resoundingly. She loved the way he was screwing her. She had her skirt up, legs apart, and she scissored her kneesocks around him.
"Fuck me!" she whispered. "Hump me!"
She felt the first surge of his load splash into her pussy. She fucked up to him, pumping her ass up and down, banging the floor.
"Yeah!" she cried. "Me too!"
And again a wave of pure ecstasy spilled over lovely Tammy as she lay on her back, fucking wildly on the floor.
When they had finished, Mr. Taylor smiled. "You sure you won't go away with me?"
"I can't. School is just starting, sir, and I'm learning so much. So darn much."