Chapter 6

Pam was flat-chested, but she had an ass that featured two chubby cheeks resembling soft pillows. She wore her school uniform and had fine, tanned legs.

"Gee, Hi, Chris!" Pam said.

"Hi."

"You been playin' around with Mr. Sanders, too."

"Yeah."

"Jeez, I didn't know."

"The girls were sweet enough to do a cheer for me, and we followed the logical consequences of their daring performance," Mr. Sanders said, smiling.

He was still fucking Tammy after she had cum. His cock bulged and slushed in her young cunt. Tammy was splayed out on the top of the desk, her ass sticking out.

"I know you wanna fuck, Pammy, and I'll fuck you in a few minutes if you'll pull your skirt up for me, if you and Chris will both show off a little."

"That's what he-likes," Chris said.

"I know," Pammy answered, "he-likes it when I pull my skirt up and let him see my panties."

Pam lifted her blue pleats high and revealed an incredibly tight pair of yellow panties, so tight that the scrunch at the crotch left lots of black cunt hairs slithering out the sides.

"Oh, my! Such tight panties!" Mr. Sanders gasped.

The crotch of the yellow undies were shaded by a very thick patch of black hair underneath, a rich copious growth.

Pammy looked stunningly sexy in her blue kneesocks, blue and white saddle shoes, her white sweater, her blue-pleated skirt held high above her bulging yellow panties.

"Jeez, I've never seen anyone fuck before!" Pam exclaimed, her big brown eyes riveted on Mr. Sanders and Tammy, who were at the desk, screwing joyously.

"It should be a beautiful sight," Mr. Sanders said, "because it is a beautiful act."

"Makes me hot!" Chris huffed.

"Me too!" Pammy piped.

Mr. Sanders slapped hard at Tammy, wiggling her body. Her tits were mashed to the desk, her ass arched moon-like as the teacher plugged her from behind.

"Jeez, you guys!" Tammy whimpered.

"You like it?" Pammy asked.

"Yeah, oh yeah! I just keep goin' through that feelin,, that good feelin'! "

"You keep cumin', huh?" Chris asked.

"Uh-huh! The way he keeps slidin' that big fucker in me!"

, Mr. Sanders pressed tightly on her hips, his fingers pinching into her ass, and he drilled her pussy with his fat prick.

"Ah! Whoa!" Tammy cried.

Mr. Sanders' hands slid off Tammy's ass and slid up on the desk where he could get hold of her big ripe tits. He humped over her, bent at the waist, still pumping prick to her pussy.

"Jeez, he's dog-fuckin' her! like a dog!" Chris groaned.

"Yeah, make her bark, Mr. Sanders! Make her bark like a dog!" Pammy chirped.

"I'm dog-fuckin' you, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders puffed, slamming his humping hips at her, shoving more and more cock up into her young cunt.

"Ahhh! Ooooof!" Tammy moaned.

"Oh, jeez! that's wild!" Chris whispered. "like doggies!"

"Make her bark!" Pammy screamed, sending her hand into the rich mossy confines between her legs, rubbing the bulging yellow muffin of her panties.

"Dog-fuckin' you, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders whispered.

"That dog-bone feels good in my pussy!" Tammy wept blissfully.

"Make her bark like a dog!" Pam moaned, rubbing between her legs.

Chris pulled her cheerleading skirt up. Her bloomers had fallen to her ankles. She slid a finger in her cunt-slit and playfully diddled herself as she watched the fuckers on the desk.

"Make her bark!" Pammy yelped.

"Bark for me, Tammy!" Mr. Sanders cried.

"Oh, jeez!" Tammy gulped, her cheeks flat on the desk, her mouth open, pleasure wrinkles creasing her beautiful young face.

"Come on, bark!" he said sternly.

"Woof, woof, woof!" Tammy howled.

"Yeah ... yeah, make her bark!" Pammy whimpered.

"Woof! Woof! Dog-fuck me!" Tammy howled.

Then she got it-the wave of cascading exhilaration, the sweet simmering zing that lathered her body, the goopy hot tingling of climax spreading through her.

"Ah, woooooofffff! Wooof! Ohhhh, fuck!" she hollered.

Mr. Sanders pumped hard as she came.

"Woof. Ahhhhwoooooof! Ohhhh, fuck!"

Tammy wailed, letting the bubbling surge of goodness flood her fine body.

When she had stopped shuddering, Mr. Sanders pulled his cock out. "Now, why don't one of you darlings finish me off with a good jerkin'! "

"I will!" Pammy yipped, dropping her skirt and rushing over to his wobbling, thumping prick. She got a grip on it and started jerking wildly, slapping the cockhead all over Tammy's ass.

"Paint her ass with his cum!" Chris cried, diddling wildly on her clit.

Pammy pulled furiously on the huge, slick prick. She stood beside the professor, her right hand gripped tightly on his fat fuckstalk. She pumped him in a hot, fast jerk.

"Yes, yes!" Mr. Sanders sighed. "Jerk my prick fast like that! Just like that, Pammy!"

"Your peter's so big and hard!" Pammy gasped, her hand blazing in a fast flutter on the teacher's prick.

Mr. Sanders reached down and lifted her school skirt, sliding his hand between her legs and into the pussy bulge in her yellow panties.

"Rub me!" Pammy sighed.

"Jerk me!" Mr. Sanders groaned.

"Go on, get in my panties!"

He did. His hand slid into the unbelievable growth of black hair between her legs, down into the thickness of the entwining curls, and he hooked a finger into her cunt.

"Finger me!" Pammy panted.

"Jerk me!" Mr. Sanders sighed.

Tammy lay on the desk, looking back to see what was happening, very aware that Pammy was pumping the teacher's prick all over her ass, the big cockhead spurting and smacking her ass-cheeks and her ass-crack.

Then he came. Pammy's stroke was good, and his prick spat wildly, shooting out big hunks of hot cream all over Tammy's round, fine ass, spilling big puddles of jizz on her ass-cheeks, her asscrack, thick goops of cum that bubbled, then drooled down her ass onto her thighs.

"Oh, yeah ... paint that ass with cum!" Chris yelled.

"Girls, girls, girls!" Mr. Sanders babbled.

"Don't stop finger-fuckin' me!" Pammy hissed.

After he had sprayed Tammy's ass with cum, drenching her ravishing little rump with cream, Mr. Sanders backed away. Tammy held her cheerleading skirt high as she stood up from the desk.

"Jeez, it's drippin' all over my butt," she said, feeling behind her. "Can I have a hanky?"

Chris got one from Mr. Sanders' slacks and gave it to her. Tammy wiped her ass.

Mr. Sanders had Pammy's skirt high, and his hand was deep in her panties, down in the big thick forest of black cunt-hair. He kept his finger jigging her pussy until she stiffened, shuddered and came.

"Ahhhhhh! Ooooooooh! Shucks!" Tammy whispered hotly.

"Come over here, Chrissie," Mr. Sanders said.

Chris approached, lifting her cheerleading skirt high.

He slid a finger into her pussy. "I'll finger both of you."

He was deep in Pammy's panties, fingering her black-haired pussy. Chris held her skirt up. for him, her panties lay behind her on the floor where she had stepped out of them.

"Tammy, come here," Mr. Sanders said.

She moved in between the other two girls, in the middle, and stood regally.

"Play with my prick," he said. "Get it hot and rub it all over your pussy."

"Okay," she said, grasping the cum-soaked, limp stalk, pulling on his wilted prick with a sweet, soft stroke.

"Get your skirt up. Rub it on the lips of your cunt," the teacher instructed.

Tammy held her skirt up with one hand and jerked his cock to a bristling hard-on. Then she let go and unbuttoned her cheer leading skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her tennis shoes. She moved in closer, gripping his cock with both hands. She manipulated the cockhead against her pussy, pushed it up and down the snowy white, creamy hot slit.

"Girls! My darlings!" Mr. Sanders whimpered.

"What would you do if we told, sir?" Chris asked. "What if we blew the whistle on you for playin' around with us like this?"

"You wouldn't do that."

"Why?" she cooed, pushing her pussy to his twiddling finger.

"Because you girls know I'm a man who appreciates your beauty, all your sexy moves, because I adore you, because I would do anything for each of you."

"He's right," Pammy said. "He appreciates when I show off. He loves it. He gets all hot."

"That's right. I love you ladies. You're the only girls out of the hundreds at this school who do what you do, who are my sweet nymphets."

"Yeah, and you'd do anything for us?" Chris teased.

"Yes, yes!"

"like?"

"Let's have an ass contest. The girl who turns me on the most over the next week with their beautiful ass, will get my weekly paycheck!"

"How much?" Pammy asked.

"I take home three hundred and six dollars, the winner takes all!"

"It's not fair! I'm not a cheerleader!" Pam whined.

"Well, that's life. You'll have to try harder," Mr. Sanders said, his fingers slicking like small pistons in and out of Chrissie's and Pammy's pussies, his cock hard against Tammy's cunt as she jerked on the stalk and splashed the spurting pumpkin-like head on her slick cunt-slit.

"Shall we do it?" Chris said.

"Yeah, let's have an ass contest!" Tammy said.

"Okay," Pammy agreed.

Tammy put his prick in her little cunt and started bumping off on him. Chris and Pammy pushed out their hips in a slow bump.

They fell silent as they listened to the fingering and the fucking, as they felt the glow of satisfaction slink through them.

When they came, it was as if all four of them had been elevated to a new height of pleasure, something far better than anyone had ever experienced.

Tammy yelped: "This is awesome, so darn awesome! This is too good!"