Chapter 3
Tammy started school at St. Mary's after she returned from vacation. St. Mary's required the girls to wear uniforms-little blue skirts with swirling pleats that rode high on the girls' thighs, and the skirt matched with white sweaters. The girls also wore dark-blue kneesocks and blue and white saddle shoes.
Tammy put her uniform on and appraised herself in the mirror. Her sweater was tight enough, she thought, and showed off her nice round titties well. The skirt was tight on her lush teen hips and pulled in gloriously across her marvelous ass.
Her beautiful, tanned legs were very exposed as the skirt hemmed out six inches above her knees. She put her long blonde-brown hair in double ponytails, tied them with white ribbons and took the bus to school.
St. Mary's had both nuns and lay people teaching. Tammy was given her list of classes and her times, and she went to her first class, an English class with Mr. Sanders. She sat down in the front row and watched the tall, handsome teacher saunter in.
Gawd, he's handsome! Tammy thought, looking at Mr. Sanders. He was lean, tall and had sandy, long hair that was shaggy in the back. He wore a tweed, brown sports jacket and black slacks. His blue button-down shirt was crisp and worked well with the coat and a brown tie.
"Good morning, students," he said in a soft, deep, sexy voice.
He looked out at the students, both male and female sitting in their desks. The boys in their white shirts and blue slacks, the girls in their uniforms.
"This is a literature class, and most of you will also be in my composition class," he said. "You will first read Shakespeare's Hamlet. We will study how Hamlet's indecision led to the deaths of so many people. We will see some very fine writing, and we will study why Hamlet suffered from the Elizabethan disease called melancholy."
Mr. Sanders then lectured about Shakespeare, giving a history of the writer's life, his acting, his playwrighting, and how he along with other players opened their own theatre in London.
Tammy sat in her desk, looking adorable, feeling excited by the handsome teacher. He must be about forty, she thought. He had rugged good looks, a good strong physique. She thought about her experience at the motel, how she had showed off for the man with the camera, and she wondered if she could show off in class a little.
She crossed her legs. She swung one leg over the other and wiggled it. She leaned back in the desk so her tits bulged out of her sweater.
She caught Mr. Sanders looking at her with intense eyes. She liked that. She liked older men looking at her. It excited Tammy. She got all itchy between her legs. She uncrossed her legs, made sure she held the top one up for a moment, so she could let the teacher look up her skirt if he wanted to.
He wanted to.
He looked straight up to her pink panties, then shifted his gaze away and continued lecturing.
After class she left the classroom and went to her geography class. It was boring, but she did learn where Chad was and she'd never known that before.
At lunch, she sat alone in the cafeteria and was joined by Chris Severson. Chris was a senior at St. Mary's, a beautiful, brown-haired girl, with tiny tits but an incredible, charming, most magnificent-looking ass.
"Hi," Chris said.
"Hi," Tammy answered.
"You just started here, huh?" Chris asked.
"Yes."
"You should go out for cheerleading. We could use another pretty girl on the squad and we have two openings."
"You think I could make it?"
"Sure, come to the try outs after school today."
Tammy agreed, and the girls finished lunch while they chatted.
"Mr. Sanders is sure good looking isn't he?" Tammy said.
"Oh, yeah, he's really a hunk. So is Mr. Olson. Have you had him yet? He teaches history."
"No."
"Well, you'll like him and it's easy to get good grades from him, all you gotta do is let him look up your skirt a lot in class, give him a good show and he'll give you a good grade."
"Really?" Tammy said.
"Sure, try it," Chris smiled. "I did, and I got an A. Well, come to the tryouts. See you then, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks, Chris. See you then."
Chris walked away, and Tammy noticed the boys in the cafeteria ogling her fine ass as it wiggled under her blue school skirt.
Tammy tried out for the cheerleading squad, and with Chris's help, she made it, and was issued a uniform. The girls had a week to practice, to get their routines together for the first home game.
Tammy went back to her locker to take off her shorts and put back on her uniform and catch the late bus back home. She changed and was walking down the hall. She was met by Mr. Sanders.
"Hi," she said with a smile.
"Hello, there. I saw you out my window practicing for cheerleading. You looked quite good. What's your name?"
"Tammy Olson."
"Yes, I saw you in my class this morning," he said, smiling.
"Yes, I enjoyed that class, sir. I want to know all about Shakespeare."
"I'm very happy to know that, my dear."
They stood for a moment looking at each other.
"You are a lovely young lady, Tammy," he blurted.
"Well, thank you, sir." She smiled.
"Why don't you come to my office and I'll give you a good study guide for the course? It will put you ahead a little bit."
"Oh, that would be great, sir! Sure!"
He led her to his office down the hall. Inside, he went to his desk drawer and pulled out a Hamlet study guide, a detailed outline of the play.
"Here, this should help," he said.
Tammy sat in a chair at the edge of his desk, her body snuggled nicely in the black chair, her legs pointing at him, crossed, tanned, looking beautiful.
"I liked very much how you let me see up your skirt in class this morning, Tammy," Mr. Sanders said.
Tammy blushed. "I ... er ... ah...."
"I liked seeing your panties," he whispered.
"Gee ... I...."
"You did let me see them on purpose, didn't you?"
"Well, I ... yeah, I guess I did, sir."
"That was very sweet of you, Tammy. Very, very sweet. And I would love to see your panties again, if you'd honor me with such a show."
"I ... see my panties, sir?"
"Yes, again, like this morning. Maybe even a bit longer this time. Of course it's entirely up to you, I would never suggest something you didn't want to do. Do you want to show me your pants?"
Oh, how she wanted to show him her pants! She was trembling with excitement. Her pussy was wet, and she was vibrating with a new feeling.
"You want me to pull up my skirt, huh?" Tammy whispered.
"Well, yes. I would love it, Tammy, but only if you want to, and I think you want to, don't you?"
"Yes!" she said quickly, then slid down so her ass was on the edge of the chair. She pulled her little blue school skirt up over her tight pink panties.
"Oh, my, my!" Mr. Sanders gulped, eyeing the brown pussy-muffin that bulged out the crotch of her thin, nylon panties.
"like this, sir? Pull my skirt up so you can see my panties?"
"Yes, that's wonderful, Tammy, so very nice!" he complimented her in his rich, deep voice.
She saw the thumping rise of his cock in his pants. It spiked up a big bulge at his crotch. She shuddered when she saw his hard prick throbbing against his slacks.
"You are so beautiful, so very sexy. I mean really, Tammy, for a young girl you ... you have it all ... I mean you're gorgeous!"
"Thank you sir," she smiled sexily, holding up her skirt with both hands, letting him gawk at her pink undies.
"I'd really like to kiss your panties, Tammy ... I mean if you'd let me."
"Kiss my panties, sir? Gee, that would be wild!" Tammy exclaimed.
The darling beauty looked adorable sitting there, holding up her skirt, her legs set wide apart, her pink panties shaded at the crotch by the teenybopper fuck fuzz between her legs. Her juicy round tits pushed provocatively against her tight white sweater.
"Sure, kiss my panties, sir," she whispered.
Mr. Sanders leaned over in his chair, placed his trembling hands on her dimpled knees, then slid them up and down her smooth, tanned thighs.
Tammy saw the desire and love etched on his rugged, handsome face.
Mr. Sanders slid out of his chair to his knees. He was between her legs, pushing them apart. He kissed along her sweet thighs.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled.
His tongue slicked spit up and down the insides of her legs, from the tops of her knee-socks to the edge of her pink panties.
"Golly!" Tammy sighed.
Then he was at her panties. He kissed the thin, nylon crotch tenderly, his lips puckered.
"Oh, wow!" Tammy gulped.
His tongue snaked out, and he lapped and licked.
"Oooof, sir!" she gasped. "You're lickin' my panties there. Right there on my puffy!"
"Mmmmm, mmmmm!" he murmured, his tongue slapping wildly at her crotch.
Tammy was excited. Shivers of desire shivered through her fine, young body. She wiggled a bit in the chair, pulled her skirt up and humped off the chair. Her hands slid down into Mr.
Sanders' hair.
The eager teacher munched the crotch of her pink panties, licking, lapping, chewing.
"Oooh, sir! You're chewin' on my panties there!" Tammy whimpered, loving the feel of his hot, wet mouth between her legs.
"Yeahhh!" he mumbled. "I'd like to take your panties down, Tammy."
"I don't know, sir. You think you should?"
"Yes, do you want me to? I'd love to see your pussy. Do you wanna show it to me?"
"Oooh, jeez!" Tammy babbled, so hot, so ready for his tongue caresses.
"Do you? Do you wanna let me see your cunt?"
"Oh, gosh, yes! Yeah!" Tammy huffed. "I wanna show you my cunt ... if you'll let me see your boner, Mr. Sanders!"
"Okay," he said. "You take your panties down."
"They're so wet and gooshy, sir, 'cause you licked 'em so much," Tammy said as she thumbed her little pink panties, then tugged them slowly, all the time watching Mr. Sanders' face.
He had such an intense, hot look as he stared at her legs and her panties. She took her panties down slowly.
She lifted her fine ass off the chair and slipped her panties down on her thighs and showed the teacher her beautiful pussy, the fuzzy young thatch of cunt hair there, the puffed muffin, her pussy slit all gooey and wet.
"Oh, Tammy!" he sighed.
She took her panties down to her knees and left them there in a pink tight stretch.
"Now, you, sir," she said.
Mr. Sanders stood up. He unbuckled his slacks and let them fall to his ankles. His jockey shorts were bulging with his stiff erection. He stripped his shorts down and his huge prick snapped up and slapped against his hairy belly.
"Ah!" Tammy gasped, sucking in her breath in pure amazement at the length of his cock.
A handsome cock indeed, long and hard, a full ten inches of manly prick, round, thick, shining smooth like marble, and bubbling, foaming at the tip with his love cream.
"Oh, sir!" she stammered. "That boner!"
"You like it, Tammy?"
"Yes!"
"I love your little pussy, too!" he whispered.
He put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down. He kissed her as his hands cupped her lovely tits, squeezing, fondling the juicy orange-like orbs.
Her pink bubble-gum lips slurped on the teacher's greedy mouth, and they kissed in a hot Frenchie as his hands bobbled her tits.
When he broke the kiss, he whispered: "Could I kiss your pussy, darling?"
"Ah, whew! I dunno! Jeez, sir! Kiss my puffy? Wow!" Tammy whimpered, wiggling hotly in the chair.
"Yes, just let me kiss it!"
"Okay, just a little kiss, sir."
He got back down on his knees and he took her pink panties down to her ankles and slid them off. Then he was on her cunt, his mouth wide, kissing, sucking, slurping at her teenaged pussy.
"Oh! Ah! Oooooooooh!" Tammy sobbed, pleasure pulsing through her.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Delicious!" the teacher mumbled.
"Gawwwwd, sir! You're lickin' my puffy! Jeez!"
And indeed he was licking her pussy, lapping her cunt, and giving Tammy a feeling she had never felt before, a delicious satisfaction that she had never thought possible.
"You shouldn't kiss it too much, sir!" she whimpered.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled, his tongue slapping at her hot pussy, his lips sucking like a Hoover on the delicious cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Tammy sighed, and the vibration of sweet climax gripped her.
She stiffened as the sweep of satisfaction convulsed her body. She thrust her hips upward, pushed her cunt against his lapping tongue.
"Oh, gawd, sir! Sir! Oh! Ahhhhhhh!" she yelped.
He sucked her pussy, got the tip of her clit on the tip of his tongue and shimmied it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ahhhhhh!" Tammy came again, and an incredible buzz of pleasure filled her as Mr. Sanders fucked her clit with his tongue.
He lifted her fine ass off the chair, cupped it in his hands, his fingers pinching into her ass-cheeks, holding her high, and then he munched and chewed wildly on her cunt.
"My puffy! My puffy!" Tammy cried. "Oh, that feels good, sir! Sooooooo good! Gawd!"
He had her at the top of pleasure and she never wanted to come down. She was splayed on the chair, letting him gobble and slurp her cunt.
Finally he let her down and Tammy lay back heaving, catching her breath.
"Jeez, sir, that was really somethin'! " she whimpered.
"Ever had anyone do that to you before, Tammy?"
"Never, sir!"
"Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes!" she answered quickly.
"Why don't you kiss my prick now?"
"Oooooo, gawd! I dunno! Should I sir?"
"If you want to. I sure want you to," he said.
"Jeez, I never kissed a boner before, and that thing is so big and stiff!"
He stood up in front of her, his huge-giant cock wavering, wobbling. Tammy sat up straight on the edge of the chair.
"I'll just kiss it a little, okay?"
"Yes, just hold it, down here," Mr. Sanders said, taking her hand and placing it on the base of his prickstalk. "That's it, hold it there, and kiss it."
"But it's all gooey and stuff, sir."
"Go ahead!"
Tammy ducked down and puckered her pink lips. She kissed the squirting prick. Her lovely lips swiped over his bulging pricktip, kissing away the thick cream. Her tongue swished out and she wiggled it across the top of his big cock, then she slurped down the side.
"Ohhhhhh, Tammy, darling!" the teacher sighed. "That's soooo damn good, baby!"
"I'll just kiss the tip of it again, just a little kiss," Tammy said.
She puckered her lips and planted a hot teeny-bopper kiss on the head of his big cock.
Mr. Sanders came. His prick bulged in Tammy's hand and heaved out a sizzling hot riptide of hot cream that surged like a ruptured water main, the hot jizz splashing all over Tammy's lovable pink lips, her chin, her red cheeks. She was amazed at the outpouring.
She jerked on his prick and kept her mouth open, letting him deluge her with his load, a gushing, slushing tidal flow of hot cream.
"Uhhhhhhh! Mmmmm!" she mumbled. "Gawd, sir!"
He fucked his ass in and out, his pricktip fucking against her lips, his load still splattering her beautiful face.
"Honey!" he cried. "Honey!"
Tammy pulled back, her face drenched with his cream. But she continued pumping on his cock, watching the spray, fascinated, amazed at the way the big globs of cum shot hotly out of the bulging, swelling prickhead.
"Jeez, sir! You're gooshin' all over me!" she exclaimed, putting one hand to her face, feeling the shower of cream that drooled from her chin.
"I know, I know!" he panted. "Jerk on it! Jerk my prick! Jerk me dry, Tammy!"
She did do that, hammering his cock and pumping out the last goop of cum.
He finally staggered back and fell into his chair.
"Oh, Tammy!" he whimpered. "That was so good, darling! So very good!"
"Jeez, sir. I never seen a boner shoot stuff like that, and it's all over my uniform, all over my face. Look, see there's stuff on my sweater, on my skirt and everything!"
"Don't worry, darling, it will wipe off," he said, dipping to her knees, licking his tongue into her pussy.
"Oh, sir! Don't!" Tammy whimpered.
But his lapping tongue had her. She loved it.
"Oh, jeez! Jeeeeeeez, sir! You gonna lick my puffy again?"
Indeed he was.