Chapter 5
Tammy looked incredible, adorable, exciting, in her darling cheerleading uniform-a tiny black skirt with swirling pleats, a red ring around the hem, a tight black vest that pulled deliciously against her round, teenette tits, with a red stripe down the long sleeves. She also wore red kneesocks and white tennis shoes. Under her skirt, she had pulled on a tight pair of red bloomers, so tight that they rode high on her gorgeous ass and pulled in juicily at her crotch.
She put her hair in double ponytails and tied them with red ribbons. Then she applied a good thick slash of red lipstick, red rouge, and now she looked at herself in the dressing-room mirror.
"Pretty damn impressive!" Chris said, also looking spectacular as she turned in front of the mirror, letting her black, pleated skirt skip high above her bright red panties, bending, looking back over her shoulder at the way the pleats pulled way up and showed her ass, the red bloomers cutting a tight indention between the cheeks of her splendid ass.
"Yeah, we look good, huh?" Tammy said.
Indeed they did. The suggestive young strumpets made male eyes devour them with vulgar glares as they paraded their sweet gorgeous goodies down the hall at St. Mary's High School, on their way to the rec room to kill an hour before the game.
The darling tarts had Cokes, and showed off to the boys in the rec room.
"See how they stare at us?" Chris whispered. "Don't you love it? Let's go walk the hall again and see what happens."
"Okay!" Tammy replied.
They got up and walked down the hall, showing off their fine, tight bodies-Tammy, juicy, lush big tits, supple hips, perfect face, and Chris, thin, no tits, heavenly ass, thin waist, lithe hips, long legs, blonde hair to her shoulders, parted in the middle with bangs on her forehead.
They passed Father Flanagan, the headmaster at St. Mary's.
"Hello, Father," the darling girls chirped.
"Hello, ladies," Father Flanagan said stiffly.
"I'll bet he looks at our asses," Chris whispered to Tammy.
They both caught the good father, who had stopped for a drink at the water fountain, peering up from the arc of water, his eyes hot and burning at their asses.
"See, what'd I tell you!" Chris said. "I bet he'd love to get his nasty old hand up under our skirts."
"You think so, really?" Tammy asked. "Oh, don't be silly, Tammy. He'd give anything to get in our pants." I "Jeez!" Tammy huffed.
They then saw Mr. Sanders, the English teacher, the man who had sprinkled his macho load onto Tammy's beautiful face.
"Why, hello, hello, girls," Mr. Sanders said.
"Hi, sir," they said, voices girlish and sweet.
"Ah, I'm your Hamlet, girls," he said.
"Yeah?" Chris replied.
"Will you be my adored Ophelia?"
Tammy looked back at the father who was just raising from the drinking fountain.
"Ho, ho! I see the King is about. We must deceive him by all means!"
"Jeez!" Tammy laughed.
"Ah, there he goes, waddling down the path, the old fart. Would you young ladies be surprised if I told you that old pervert would love to have his hand up your skirt?"
Tammy and Chris looked at each other and had a good belly laugh.
"Now that the demon is gone, you girls follow me to my office and I'll read that part of Hamlet where the boy himself is petting Ophelia's leg."
Mr. Sanders took off toward his office. The girls followed. He left the door open for them. They walked in and closed it.
"Now, girls, should we let your admiring professor show you how Hamlet played with Ophelia's legs?"
"Sure! Show us!" Chris said.
He backed them up so they leaned on the front of his desk. His hands fanned their thighs as he lifted their little skirts up.
"Oh my, how tempting!" he whispered. "Nice little red pants! Very very nice!"
He slid his hands into the crotch of their red bloomers and rubbed their pussies.
"You are both gorgeous," he sighed, looking at Chrissie's sweet face, her burnt-orange cheeks, her wet pink lips, her blue eyes, her long blonde hair. Her pussy felt so soft and warm. He then looked at Tammy's lovely face, the bright-red lipstick, the red-rouged cheeks, her double ponytails with the red ribbons, the darling bangs on her forehead.
He kissed Tammy, a warm gentle tender kiss, tasting the bubble-gum lushness of her puckering mouth. Then he kissed Chris, his lips trembling on her pink lip-gloss. He slished his tongue .over her lips and shoved it in her mouth, then fucked her tongue for a brief, wonderful moment.
His hands kept up a sliding rub on the girls' cunts. He felt them both cream in their panties, felt the damp goo seeping through to his fingertips.
"Darlings," he whispered, his cock throbbing in his slacks. "I'm gonna get in your nice red pants, okay?"
"Go ahead," Tammy said.
He lifted up their skirts on their waist. They pushed back on the edge of the desk. He dunked into their bloomers, his hand sneaking down their soft, warm, wet girlie cunts.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," Mr. Sanders said, his hand trembling in Tammy's bloomers, down deep in the hot stickiness. He sighed, slicking a finger in each teenybopper pussy.
The darling cheerleaders both pushed their hips out, rubbed their cunts against Mr. Sanders scratching, tickling fingers.
"A little finger-fucking, huh, girls?" Mr. Sanders whispered.
"Yeah, a little finger-fucking," Chris said.
"Jeez!" Tammy wheezed, looking down to see how Mr. Sanders' hand knuckled out her bright red bloomers, the way the crotch of her undies jiggled with the fanning twist of the teacher's tingling finger.
"You girls love to show off, don't you?"
"Yes!" Chris replied.
"I wanna have you show me some of your sexy cheers, show me your most splendid, your most fabulous, your most prize-winning asses, show me your sweet snatches, tease and torment me ... show off for me. Will you?"
"Should we, Tammy?" Chris asked.
"Wanna?" Tammy whispered.
"Sure, as soon as Mr. Sanders finishes finger-fucking our pussies, okay?"
"Yeah," Tammy answered, "as soon as he fingers us real good!"
"like this, girls? Faster and faster, hotter and hotter, is that the way you want your finger-fuck?"
"Yeah, but what are you gonna give us if we show off for you, Mr. Sanders?" Chris said.
"If you do it real good, if you're real sexy and naughty, like I've seen you out on the field sometimes, Christine, then how 'bout not having to come to any of my classes the rest of the year? You both have one class with me."
"Sounds good, huh, Tammy?" Chris asked.
Tammy was amazed that she could get out of class so easily. "Sure, that's great!"
Tammy loved the way Mr. Sanders' hot finger-fucking made her feel.
His arms blurred with speed, his hands bulging their bloomers as his fingers spun on their clits. His action was as fast as a rivet machine.
"Wow!" Chris sighed.
"Yeah, jeez!" Tammy exclaimed.
"You're gonna make me cum, mister!" Chris gasped.
"Me too!" Tammy whimpered, looking down at her hobbling panties, Mr. Sanders' finger deep inside, feeling the roll of his fingertip on her twittering clit.
"Shit!" Tammy cried. "I'm gonna feel it! I'm gonna cum!"
"Finger us! Fuck us with your fingers!" Chris cried.
He did, and the girls trembled with the flutter of simmering satisfaction that gripped them. Tammy was rattled with the vibration of her climax.
"Jeez, shit!" she yelped.
"Feels great!" Chris hissed.
Tammy shook violently with the force of her rich, full orgasm. Chris got it too, her body jerked over at the waist, her pretty face flushing, biting her lower lip in an ecstatic-looking smile.
After Mr. Sanders had finished fingering the girls, he withdrew his dripping fingers.
Chris reached out and unzipped his fly. "I wanna take your peter out! I wanna see just how hard your prick is!"
She slid her fingers into his fly and pulled his big cock out. Then she unbuckled his slacks, his belt, and pulled his pants down. He wore no shorts.
His huge horse prick bobbled up, wobbled, and spat out a big gunk of thick cream at the girls.
"Whew! That thing is really hard and hot!" Chris gasped, eyeing his thick, slick prick. "Huh, Tammy?"
"Yeah, really big and hard!"
Mr. Sanders smiled. "You are such divine dears. Now let me see how you turn all the boys on."
"You want us to be nasty, huh?" Chris said.
"Naughty, nasty, whatever, my dear. Just do what you'd do to turn all us admiring men on. You must know we are all watching, our hearts thumping, our pricks throbbing, while you perform your sweet routines. Right? You know, don't you?"
"Sure, it's the routine where we bend over, put our hands on our knees," Chris said, turning. "Should we show him, Tammy?"
"Sure!" Tammy agreed.
" 'Course Tammy's just gettin' started, but in all my four years as a cheerleader, this is the one that really gets guys hot, 'cause when we do it and look over our shoulder, I see all the guys in the bleachers gawkin' at me ... at my ass."
Both cheerleaders positioned themselves with their pretty legs set very wide apart. They bent over, put their hands on their knees, and their little black skirts, with the bright red stripes and sexy pleats, pulled up high on their asses, way up over their red bloomers, affording an onlooker a gulping gape at their billowing young asses.
"Oh, yes! Yes indeed!" Mr. Sanders choked. "That certainly is fetching, girls ... and one must admit you possess the juiciest, most bewitching and incredible butts any man could dream of seeing!"
"And then when we kinda move our butts around like this, then that gets a lot of attention," Chris said, swirling her ass.
Tammy joined her, rolling her hips, screwing her fine behind in slow, outlandish undulations, her skirt skipping higher up on her back.
"Oh, my!" Mr. Sanders whispered, heaps of cum foaming on the tip of his swollen prick.
"Look good?" Chrissie cooed lewdly, still swinging her ass, swirling it in slow circles to the delight of her admiring, mouth-watering teacher.
"Oh, sweeter, better, more beautiful than the darling Desdemona looked the moment that Othello smothered her with a pillow. Yes, yes, looks good, Chrissie! Looks good, Tammy! You are cheerleaders extraordinaire, my little hussies!"
Mr. Sanders sang out these praises for the young ladies who continued to roll their hips in salacious circles.
"I am a lucky man indeed!" the professor cried. "To be treated to such a beautiful show by two pretty young maidens such as you."
"I think he-likes us," Chris smiled, looking over at Tammy.
"I think he does too. And he-likes what we're doin' right now, the way we're screwin' our butts around like this."
"Yeah," Chris said, "they all do. I see 'em pantin' up in the stands when I do this routine."
"Why don't you pull those tight little bloomers down?" Mr. Sanders asked. , "Should we?" Chris teased. "I've always wanted to do that out on the field ... or on national television. I mean what if I were a cheerleader for Notre Dame or somethin', and they put the camera on me and I pulled my pants down like this?"
Chris was reaching back, thumbing her red bloomers. She slowly tugged them down over the alabaster smoothness of her ass. The cheeks of her ass were white, ivory white, while her legs were darkly tanned.
Tammy slid her bloomers down too, pushing them into a red slash at her knees and showing Mr. Sanders her teen-queen ass.
"Oh, girls! Marvelous!" the professor cried.
"You like, huh?" Chris whispered hotly. "Seeing our naked butts?"
"A pleasure, a gift from the heavens!" he sighed, stroking his huge prick. "Now I will show you something."
He moved close behind the girls. He dipped to his knees. His hands trembled as he cupped Tammy's round, full, glass-smooth ass-cheeks. He caressed and pinched them. Then he slicked out his tongue and sent it slurping up and down the crack of her beautiful ass.
"Hey! Ooooooh!" Tammy gulped.
"Jeez, he's lickin' your butt!" Chris cried, standing up, her skirt falling, her bloomers still hobbling her knees.
"Oh, hey-mmmmmmm! Ahhhhh! Jeez!" Tammy babbled.
"You never done that to me, Mr. Sanders," Chris said. "You always played with my butt, but you never licked it like that!"
Tammy was still humped over, her hands on her knees, her gorgeous young ass a perfect target for the slashing hot tongue that scooped up and down the delightful crack of her ass, an action that tickled her and made her shudder. "Wow!" she sighed.
Mr. Sanders wiggled and wobbled his tongue up and down, then pushed the dancing tip right into Tammy's ass-hole.
"Ohhhh!" she yelped. "Ohhhh! Eeeek!"
"Shit, he's on your rim!" Chris screamed.
"Oh, my shithole!" Tammy cried. "Oh, wow! Jeeeeeeezz!"
"Does that feel good?" Chris asked.
"Yes, yes!" Tammy gulped quickly.
Mr. Sanders clutched her fine ass-cheeks, spread them, then drove his tongue into her ass-hole.
"Darn!" Tammy huffed, screwing her ass around at the wiggling tongue.
"His prick is spittin' all over the floor, too!" Chrissie observed.
"He's got his tongue up my butt hole!" Tammy whimpered. "He's an ass-licker!" Chris exclaimed. Then Mr. Sanders humped down behind
Tammy, knees bent, his ass pumping slowly as he sawed his prick between her smooth thighs before he slammed it in and out of her sucking sweet pussy. He was able only to plug five inches into Tammy's pussy, and he kept a slick slide going with his slow salacious pumping.
"Holy shit!" Chris cried. "He's really fuckin' you, Tammy!"
"I know, I know!" Tammy whimpered, her hands still on her bent knees, her ass swirling in slow circles back at Mr. Sanders' hot, slick fuck-strokes.
He pressed his hands around her waist, down on her hips and kept pumping. Tammy bent over farther and looked down under, back at the slurping action of his cock connecting with her cunt.
She liked being fucked. There was a heated thrill about having that big, squirty cock inside her pussy, the way he screwed her and the feel of the warm, hot friction.
Mr. Sanders started to fuck harder, pushing Tammy forward. She slid onto the top of his desk. She arched up on her elbows, looked back over her shoulder with a passionate, darling thrill look on her pretty face.
"His fucker's so big in my puffy!" she cried.
"Does it feel good?" Chris whispered.
"Yeah, real good!" Tammy huffed.
"You're a divine fuck, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders sighed.
Tammy felt a swift shudder course through her-the preliminary shiver of a climax. Mr. Sanders felt it too. He increased the rapidity of his slick fucking. Tammy began shuddering, like a cheer that started low, then rose to thunderous decibels.
"Oh, shit!" she yelled.
She lay down on the desk, her cheek flat to the desk-top, and her arms were outstretched in a big V. Mr. Sanders screwed harder, slapping into her ass, their fucking making a sweet smacking sound-his belly and hips against her charming young ass.
"Oh, sheeeeeezzzz!" Tammy whimpered, wiggling on the desk.
She trembled gloriously through her orgasm, loving every thrilling second of the fabulous feeling that gripped her entire body.
Mr. Sanders' cock was still in her when a knock came at the door.
He looked at his watch. "Oh, I forgot! Come in, Pamela!"
Pam Kiley, a senior at St. Mary's, came into the office. She stopped quickly.
"Hey, jeez!" Pam gulped. "I thought you were gonna fuck me today, Mr. Sanders!"
"I will! I will!" the teacher promised.