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"play for pay cheerleaders"
Chapter 1
It was Nancy Peterson's first appearance as a Valley High cheerleader.
The stands rumbled with a full house of cheering fans. Nancy performed
high kicks. Her dark-blue skirt featured inverted pleats and swirled
sexily on her fine, tanned legs.
She wore a tight white vest that had blue stripes down the arms, an
inch-wide white stripe across the chest, and it pulled tightly against
her big teenette tits, two whoppers that bobbled like ripe grapefruits.
Nancy knew her titties were attractive to men. She realized early on,
when her tits bloomed that she was blessed with a real set of suckies.
She kicked high. Her skirt flew up, giving the fans a good look at her
shiny, slick, white bloomers that tugged in at the muffy crunch of her
cunt.
Nancy's succulent-looking tits wobbled and splashed up and down as she
kicked her right leg, kicked her left leg, then twirled her blue and
white pompoms with outstretched arms.
Her dark-brown hair, done in a sweep on the sides, a slick pull on the
top, tied into a long ponytail in the back with a white ribbon, swished
behind her like a whip. Her tossed bangs were cut straight across her
forehead and enhanced the beautiful, angelic cut of her lovely face.
There was no question about it ... she could have placed high in the
finalists of the Miss Teenage America contest.
The band blared.
The crowd watched.
Nancy bumped her curvy, luscious hips to the left, to the right, not an
inch of fat on her sleek body. She turned around, her back to the
stands, with the other six cheerleaders. They all bent over in unison,
blue and white tennis shoes flat on the field, legs spread, and wiggled
their fine asses.
Nancy's little skirt pulled up over her tight bloomers. She pointed her
darling ass at the bleachers, her asscheeks sliced high with the
elastic cut of her bloomers which left a juicy slice of shimmering
white skin jiggling.
Nancy rolled her hips, bumped her ass, and the swirl of her round rump
was a joyous sight to the boys and men in the stands.
Nancy squatted down lewdly with the gorgeous girls, bumping her ass,
hands on her knees, skirt flying, head turned back, chin on her
shoulder, and a delicious new thrill zinged through her incredible
body.
She got hot.
She saw the stares of the men in the crowd, how they gawked longingly
at her fine frame. She loved the way they stared at her.
She turned, in time with the other girls, and faced the stands. She
kicked her leg high, showed her crotch, then danced hop-scotch to the
right, then to the left, bent over, wiggled her upper body, rolled her
head, ponytail circling.
Her pants got wet.
Good grief! Nancy thought. I'm gooshin' my bloomers!
A seeping hot spritz slicked against the shiny white tights.
The band brought the pep song to an abrupt end, and Nancy rushed to the
sidelines with the other girls, still tingling and buzzing with this
new rush of excitement.
Chrissie Madison, one of the cheerleaders, leaned over toward Nancy.
"Jeez, those guys up there were really givin' you some hot looks."
"I know," Nancy whispered back.
"Well, give 'em a good show."
"Huh?" Nancy gave Chris a puzzled look.
"Hey, half the people in the bleachers don't give a shit about
football, touchdowns, first downs, all that dumb shit. They're here to
see us wiggle our ass and bounce our tits."
"Really?"
"You're damn right. See that guy up there -- no, don't look now, dummy
-- the one on the last row next to the press booth ... the one with the
binoculars and camera?"
Nancy waited a moment, then turned and saw the man. "Yeah, I see him."
"He hasn't missed a game since I've been a cheerleader. He's a rich
bachelor. I checked him out. He's constantly checking out my body."
And a good body it was. Chris was lithe, thin, and she had a fabulous
All-American face, flat tummy, bouncy titties, rich, supple hips, and
brown hair that she wore in double ponytails.
"Wow! Just comes to see you, huh?" Nancy asked.
"You got it."
A time out was called.
The band blared.
The girls ran onto the field. Nancy was in line, and the girls put
their feet far apart, hands on knees, squatted down, moved from left to
right in time with the music.
Nancy looked up at the man Chris had pointed out. He peered through his
binoculars. She thought maybe he was looking at her too, because she
noticed he moved the glasses to the left, then back to the right.
Now she burned. Her panties slushed. Her pussy squished and oozed,
making the crotch sticky and gooey.
Golly, I hope it doesn't run down my leg, she thought.
She stood up, kicked high. Her crotch was drenched, soaked, wringing
wet, little gooshes of cuntjuice dribbled and seeped through. A drop of
cum trailed down her thigh.
Nancy kicked higher.
The men and boys in the bleachers watched with hot, fuck-smut eyes.
The band finished.
Nancy went back to the sidelines and managed to wipe the sopping drop
of cuntjuice off her thigh on the inside of her skirt.
"Did'ja see him lookin?" Chris whispered.
"Yeah."
"See what I mean?"
"Uh-huh."
"See, half those guys came to see us."
"Whew, wow!" Nancy said.
"I love it, don't you?" Chris smiled.
"Yeahhhhh!" Nancy hissed hotly.
After the game, as the girls were putting their gear in little
blue-and-white canvas bags, a man came up to Nancy.
"Can I take a picture of you?"
Nancy turned around. The man was tall, in his forties, very handsome.
He had a very expensive camera.
"Sure, I guess," Nancy replied.
He quickly snapped a photo.
She turned fully to him, and he flashed off another.
"Thanks a lot," he said, smiling admiringly at her luscious body, her
pretty face, then he turned to walk away.
"Golly!" Nancy exclaimed.
"See, see what I mean?" Chris asked.
"Yeah."
"Guys come and get all hot watchin' us. Some of 'em take pictures and
stuff."
"Wow, it's far out!" Nancy replied.
"It's really great bein' a cheerleader, huh?"
Nancy affirmed with a nod of her head that it indeed was great to be a
cheerleader.
The two darling girls walked toward the school house to put their pom
poms away.
"Did you get hot out there tonight?" Chris asked.
"Yeah," Nancy admitted.
"Let's go to the girls room and finger-fuck, wanna?" "Well, ah ... I
... sure, I guess."
But before the darling schoolgirl cheerleaders could make it to the
schoolhouse, a big blue Chrysler pulled up beside them on the road.
It was the man who had taken Nancy's picture. The handsome, older man.
He beckoned the girls over.
"Hi," he said, with a friendly smile.
Nancy looked at Chris. Chris smiled and nodded her head.
"See what I mean," Chris whispered.
"Nancy, come here a minute, will you?"
"Should I?" Nancy whispered.
"Sure, see what he wants," Chrissie replied.
Nancy walked to the car. The handsome man looked at her pretty face.
"I'd like to take some more pictures of you, Nancy," he said.
"Howdja know my name?"
"I heard your friend call you Nancy when I took the picture of you."
"Oh."
"Look, I'll pay you five hundred dollars if you'll meet me at my motel
and let me take some pictures of you."
"Wha ... Ah ... jeez, I ..."
"Here, see." He opened his wallet which was stuffed with money.
"Well, I dunno. Lemme talk to Chris. We were gonna go get a pizza."
Nancy went back to Chris. "He wants to take pictures of me. He offered
me five hundred dollars."
"Ooooh, boy!" Chris whistled. "You're gonna let him, huh?"
"Should I?"
"Sure, I would!"
Nancy thought about it. Chris was older. She knew so much about life,
and Nancy wanted to impress upon her that she wasn't a stuffy, average
girl.
"Okay," Nancy said, then walked back to the car.
"Well?" The man smiled.
"Sure," Nancy said.
"I'm staying at the Holiday Inn. Why don't you just get in and go with
me?"
"Maybe I better meet you there."
"Okay, here's money for a cab." He handed her twenty dollars.
He drove off.
"Jeez, he gave me twenty for a cab to meet him at the Holiday Inn!"
Nancy exclaimed.
"Well, we better go to the toilet and get fixed up, so you look real
hot and sexy when you go to see him," Chris said.
"Will you go with me? Kinda stay in the cab and wait for me while I'm
in his room? I mean, you know, in case he's a bad guy or somethin'."
"Sure," Chris replied.
Chapter 2
The girls went to the restroom and dipped into their purses for
make-up.
"Jeez, five hundred dollars!" Chrissie whispered.
"I wonder what kinda pictures he wants?" Nancy asked.
"Sexy ones I'll bet. That's a lot of money, Nancy."
"I know."
"Here, I got some bubble-gum pink blush. Try it."
"Oh, good! I got some real neat pink lipgloss."
Nancy blushed her cheek with the pretty pink, layering it on her
farm-fresh face. She applied a thick, pink gloss to her juicy, pouty
lips.
"We'll call a cab from the hall phone," Chris said.
When the cab came, they were waiting in front of the school. They got
in and rode to the Holiday Inn. Nancy gave the driver the room number,
and he pulled the cab around in the back of the motel to a layer of
rooms overlooking the river.
Nancy gave the driver the twenty dollars and instructed him to wait
with Chris.
"Well, sure," he said, happy to have a fare and a pretty cheerleader
sitting in the back of his cab.
Nancy walked up the stairs to the second floor, found the room, and
knocked.
The man opened the door. He wore swim trunks. He had obviously just
taken a dip in the pool. His hair was still damp. His body was firm,
tanned, his stomach hard and muscular.
"Hi!"
"Hi," Nancy cooed, then walked in.
"I'm so happy you came," he said, picking up his camera.
He checked the camera, loaded a new pack of film into the back, then
pulled a wad of bills from his wallet. He counted out five hundred
dollars and handed it to Nancy.
She had never seen so much money, and a zip of excitement zinged
through her as she counted the fifty-dollar bills and put them in her
purse.
"Why don't you stand there by the dresser and I'll take a couple
pictures?" he suggested.
He flashed off three pictures of Nancy standing in her sweet
blue-and-white cheerleading uniform, her big titties pushing
succulently against the tight white vest.
"Now, why don't you pose in some of those sexy ways you did on the
field?"
"Like when we did cheers and stuff?" Nancy asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, like this I guess, when I put my legs far apart, squat down like
this, put my hands on my knees?"
"Yes."
"And then I turn around with my back to you," Nancy said.
She turned, held the same pose, and the little blue-and-white pleats
pulled high on her ass, showing off her tight white panties. Sweet
slices of her rippling ass juiced below the stretched elastic lines of
her panties.
"Oh my, Nancy!" the man huffed, shooting several pictures. "Now turn
around and hold your skirt up."
"Well, ah, okay."
Nancy turned around and lifted the pleats, held them high and let him
take several pictures of her bloomers, so slick, so white, so tight at
the cunny V between her legs.
"You are so pretty, so fine!" he gasped.
"Gee, thanks, sir."
"Why don't you roll your hips like you do when you cheer?"
"Okay."
Nancy rolled and slithered her hips in a glorious bump and grind as the
hot man took pictures. She saw the bulge in his swimsuit, a huge
erection there, a bending, curving protrusion, like he had a big
cucumber in his swim trunks.
"Take your pants down." He trembled.
"You didn't say anything about takin' my pants down, sir."
"Just take 'em down for a moment ... please?"
"Well, gee ... you never said --"
"Look, I'll give you more money, okay?"
"Well, ah ... you wanna see me take 'em down, huh?"
"Yes," he huffed hotly.
"How much more money?"
"A hundred dollars."
"Well, okay then. I'll pull my pants down for you," Nancy said.
She thumbed the elastic top, peeled the tight bloomers down her thighs
and showed the man her pussy.
"Ohhh-oh, oh, Nancy!" He gulped, looking at the thick fuzz, the brown
patch of cunny hair between her legs.
Nancy was real hot now, seeing the big hard-on he had, doing such sexy
things, and her cunt spritzed and gushed. She stood sexily, holding up
her skirt, her panties on her thighs, her pussy revealed to the
flashing camera.
"Unbutton your top."
"You gonna give me more money for that?"
"Yeah, another hundred dollars."
Nancy slowly unbuttoned the white vest, pulled it apart and showed him
her white bra, a bra filled with the juicy overload of her big teen
titties.
Once again Nancy lifted her skirt and stood like a teen goddess, her
vest open, bra bulging, skirt flagged up, panties on her creamy thighs.
The flash unit sparkled.
The man's prick thumped in his swimsuit.
"I dunno if I should be posing like this," Nancy said.
The man unloaded the film, then stuck in a new roll. "Would you take
'em out?"
"Huh?"
"You know, your tits."
"Well, jeez --"
"Just slip 'em up over the top of your bra."
"Well, I suppose, but that's all."
Nancy pulled out her titties and set them up like juicy mangos on top
of her bra, her big round teen tits jutting proudly, her nipples erect.
"Oh, honey!" the man panted, then flicked off several shots. "Why don't
you turn around and do that squatting pose?"
"Like this?" Nancy asked, turning, bending over, setting her feet
apart, rolling her ass, putting her hands on her knees.
"Oh yes, like that!"
He flashed more pictures.
"My goodness, what a fabulous ass you have!"
Her dumpling asscheeks, plump and round, smooth as polished marble,
glistened and rippled as Nancy swirled her schoolgirl hips, shaking her
ass in sexy semi-circles.
The man put the camera down.
Nancy was as hot as a furnace fire.
He walked over, turned her around, took her in his strong arms, and
kissed her wildly. Their lips met in a passionate French kiss. He
tasted the bubble-gum sweetness of her mouth. His tongue snaked into
her bubbling juices. Her tongue slapped at his. His hands went behind
her. He fanned them onto her chubbette asscheeks, his fingers pressing,
pinching, grabbing chunky handfuls.
Nancy felt the hardness of his erection. His cockstalk pulsed against
her.
His hands kept playing with her ass. His cock thumped like a balloon
overloaded with water.
He broke their kiss and stuck his hand between them. His finger slid
into her cunt.
"Oooooh! Sheeeez! No, no!" Nancy gulped.
But that finger felt good, felt real good in her pussy.
He fucked her with his finger, his other hand on her ass.
Nancy pushed her hot hips at him, rubbing against his big hard-on. She
had always fantasized about pushing her pussy against a man.
As she slowly rotated her hips, an ultra-undulation, she could feel the
man's erection pulsing against her belly.
Nancy knew one thing. He had a whopper hard-on!
She had never had a man finger-fuck her, and the way his long, thin
finger hooked into her pussy thrilled her, gave her a new sizzle she
had never before experienced. This sensation was even better than her
own finger, she thought.
The man's wet, sluicing tongue slicked over her lips, down her sweet
chin, her neck, and now he was bent over at the waist. He pulled away
from her, his hand deep-sea diving in her panties which Nancy had
pulled back up when he had started kissing her.
His tongue sloshed against her honeydew tits. He licked the round
juicers, opened his mouth in a provocative pucker and sealed his mouth
on one of her nipples.
"Jeeeezzzzuzzzz!" Nancy sighed. "You're suckin' my boobies!"
She watched him, her chin tucked in, head down, eyes fastened on the
sight of his mouth devouring her tit.
His hand behind her slid lovingly over and over the curvy hump of her
round rump, clasping her plump asscheeks. He slid a finger up and down
the hot crack of her ass.
"Oh, shit!" Nancy huffed.
He slithered his finger up and down her asscrack. It felt like a
feather dusting her valley. She tingled.
"Mmmm!" he mumbled.
His finger fucked a sure slide-stroke in her slushy pussy. His mouth
sucked on one tit, then the other, slurping them, nibbling each
delicious nipple.
Then the finger fluttering between the crack of her ass found the
target and zoomed in as the man scored a bull's-eye.
A finger up Nancy's ass!
"Oh! Ah! Oooofffff!" she gulped.
His fingers fucked together, diddling her asshole and her cunthole.
"Aw, you're ... you ... your finger's up my butt, mister!" Nancy
howled.
Her hands hung at her sides, her arms limp.
The man's mouth slurped her big titties. His fingers danced in and out
of her pleasure pots.
The slow simmering of ecstasy became a raging explosion, and this was
followed by a gentle, ecstatic ripple that flooded over her juicy young
body like a warm shower.
Nancy shook uncontrollably as she came. Her body jangled through a most
incredible feeling, a delicious sizzle that she wished would never
stop. She stiffened. She was convulsed forward at the waist.
The man's hand jiggled wildly in her panties, both in front and behind.
"Ohhhhh, shit!" Nancy screamed.
Her eyes closed, her face impassioned with delight. Her pink cheeks
glowed. Her pink lips hung open.
A gasp of breath caught in her throat.
"Ahhh!" she sighed.
The tingling climax coursed through her until she shook wildly.
"Ahhhhhhhhh -- oooooooh, jeeeeeeez!"
Her face was uplifted, her mouth wide open.
"Shit!" she cried. "Oh, shit!"
The man finally let her go. He pulled her close and held her trembling,
sobbing body close to his.
"Like that?" he whispered.
"You weren't supposed to do that stuff, sir!" Nancy gasped.
"But I'm paying you very well, am I not?"
Nancy thought about it. Yes, yes, yes! She had never had so much money;
she liked the idea she could get money because a man was hot for her,
liked her, admired her. And a plan was formulating in her pretty head,
a plan that would ultimately outline her escape from River City, from
her drunken, abusive mother.
"Yes," she whispered, "you paid me very well."
"And I'm not done. I'm going to give you more before you leave. I'm a
rich man, Nancy. I can make you very happy if you let me."
"Do you live in River City, Sir?"
"No, I live in Las Vegas, but I travel a lot."
"That where you work?"
"I don't work, Nancy. I made five million dollars in the stock market
over the last three years. It's been a hot market, and I was a hot
player. I invested my life savings, three hundred thousand dollars, in
an airlines when it was three dollars a share. I sold my shares at
twelve for a million-two profit."
"Jeez!" Nancy said admiringly. "And so you just travel around, sir?"
"Yes."
"Doin' what, watchin' cheerleaders?"
"Sometimes ... looking for the sexiest, prettiest girls, women, I can
find. Just spending my time right now relaxing, seeing the country,
looking at pretty girls, looking for the right one. The perfect woman."
"Jeez, and you picked me this time?"
"Yes."
"But I'm just a girl."
"You're a woman to me -- a beautiful young lady, very sexy, very
attractive, very well stacked."
His hand was at her crotch, rubbing on the V of her panties.
"Mmm, well gosh! Gee, thanks!"
"Now, I'm gonna take my cock out, and I want you to play with it for
me, okay?"
"Jeez, I don't think you should take it out, Sir!"
"I want to. I want you to play with it."
"I -- I never done that."
He backed up, took his swimsuit down. His prick snapped up and slapped
his belly, then the stalk wobbled, shook, bulged, and spit out a goop
of cum, a hot-snot shot of thick cream that flew through the air, then
splattered on Nancy's naked belly.
"Oh, jeesssuz!" Nancy hissed, looking at his big, fat nine-inch prick.
The bulging red cockhead was soaked with bubbling jizz.
Nancy looked down at the goopy wad of gooey cream seeping down her
belly. She reached down and caught the load before it soaked into her
cheerleading skirt.
Nancy eyed his monster prick. The stalk trembled, wobbled, throbbed. A
big string of cum dripped down off the tip like a spaghetti noodle,
hanging in a thin dangle.
He grasped his cock and slowly pumped.
Nancy had never seen a prick before in her young life, and she was
fascinated by the spitting erection that pointed at her like a cannon.
And, oh, how the sight of that prodigious prick thrilled the young
darling.
And the way the man masturbated on the long boner gave Nancy a tremble,
as if she were a harp string and someone had plucked it violently.
"Golly!" she whined. "Jeepers shit!"
Another wad of cum gushed from his pricktip, shot high in the air and
nailed Nancy on the navel.
"Whoo! Shhheeeez!" she mumbled.
"I want you to play with my cock," the man gasped.
Chapter 3
"What's your name?" Nancy gulped, still staring at his immense prick.
"John Milton." He smiled, slowly jerking on his thick prick. "I'm
reincarnated, looking for Paradise Lost."
"Huh?" The darling cheerleader didn't have the slightest clue what John
Milton was talking about.
"You are paradise, Nancy," he whispered.
"Gosh," Nancy said, looking at his steaming cock.
"So give me paradise, play with my prick."
"You gonna pay me?"
"Of course. I would be a damnable lout if I didn't pay you, and pay you
well."
"Well, okay then. I'll play with your boner, Mr. Milton."
He moved to her.
"It's soooo gooey though!" Nancy said, looking down at the frothing
cockhead.
"Yes, yes, juicy ... Full of love for you, Nancy."
"Should I just hold ... hold your cock, sir?"
She reached down and pulled both hands along the sides of the stalk,
moving them up and down, then curling her red-nailed fingers around his
porky prick.
"Ah, yeahhh!" Mr. Milton sighed.
"And just kinda squeeze on it like this, sir?"
"Yes, yes, squeeze on it like that, Nancy! That's the way, girl!"
"Jeez, it's shootin' out more of that cream stuff, sir!"
"Push in and out on it!" he huffed.
"Like this?" Nancy asked, getting an overhanded grip on his throbbing
fuckstalk, hammering her hands up and down, pumping as if she were
churning butter.
"Yes, like that, sweet darling!"
"It's shootin' at me!" Nancy cooed, bent over at the waist now in front
of Mr. Milton, her ass up, arched, her cheerleading skirt skipping high
above her panties. Her big titties hung like balloons full of water
from her bra.
His prick bubbled, spit, fizzed, and squished juicy hunks of cum. A hot
gob hit her tit above the nipple, dripped down and finally hung like
snot from the tip.
She pounded harder on his prick.
"Do it, Nancy! That's the way, darling!" Mr. Milton babbled. "Do it
like that! Pump my prick! Good, honey, real good!"
"I'm masturbatin' your boner, sir ... And it's so big in my hands! So
warm, hot and stuff, you know. And it's squishin' squishin' all that
cream!"
"Faster, Nancy! Jerk it faster!"
"Like this then, jerk up and down and stuff!" she gasped, her eyes on
his frizzing prick.
"Yes, like that, darling Nancy ... Fuck me with your fists! Gimme a
good fist-fuck!"
"You gonna get that feelin' like I got a few minutes ago?" Nancy asked.
"Yes, yes ... pump me!"
"I'm doin' the best I know how. I never masturbated a prick before."
"You're doin' it! You're masturbatin' my prick better than anyone's
ever masturbated it, Nancy! Don't stop!" "Just jerk on it real fast and
stuff?"
"Yessssss!"
"Oh, shit! You're shootin' sir!"
He came. His prick unleashed a furious load of cream that jetted out of
his cock-slit and drenched Nancy's skirt, her belly, her tits. Half the
huge, gushing explosion hit the front of her blue cheerleading skirt,
all over her inverted white pleats.
"Oh, gosh! Jeez!" Nancy gulped, pumping as fast as she could on his
spurting prickstick.
"Ohhhhhh, honey!" he moaned. "Oh, Nannnnnceceeeee!"
"You feelin' it?"
"Yes, yes ... ohhhhhh, yes, baby!"
"Whoooooo, jeeeez!" she murmured.
Mr. Milton backed up, caught his balance on the chest of drawers, then
trembled and sighed. "Oh, Nancy. I knew when I saw you, the minute I
laid eyes on you, that you were an exceptional young lady."
"Well, you shot that stuff all over my skirt too," Nancy said, looking
down at her creamy pleats.
"Oh, I love you!"
Chapter 4
Nancy started to pull her white vest together. "I guess I better go
now."
"Oh, please! Not yet!" Mr. Milton begged.
"Well, my friend Chrissie is waiting for me in the cab."
"But just a few more minutes," he said.
"No, I better --"
"I'll give you some more money."
"Well, how much have I made so far, sir?"
"Over a thousand dollars."
Nancy was astounded. "Well, if you wanna give me a bunch more, I
suppose I could stay for a while."
"Done," he replied. "Sit down in that big chair by the door."
"Okay."
Nancy sat down in the chair, deep leather, a big black chair.
Mr. Milton went to her. He dropped to his knees in front of the chair.
He pushed Nancy's legs apart holding her knees.
He reached up and unbuttoned her cheerleading skirt in the back. Nancy
lifted up. He pulled the zipper down. He slid the skirt under her and
took it down.
Mr. Milton reached up, took off her white vest. Nancy's tits sat atop
the bra like two skinned cantaloupes. He threw the vest to the floor
with the cum-drenched cheerleading skirt.
Nancy sat plushly in the chair.
Mr. Milton kissed along her thighs, his tongue licking the marble
smoothness. He thumbed her panties, pulled at the elastic waistband.
"I wanna take your panties down, okay?"
"Well, all right. Take 'em down then. You're already pullin' on 'em,"
Nancy said, looking down at him, enjoying the passion etched on his
rugged, manly face.
She lifted her slick ass off the chair. He pulled her bloomers down,
slid them along her legs to her ankles. Nancy lifted her tennis shoes
off the floor, and Mr. Milton took the white tights off, dangled them
lovingly in his hand.
Quickly he brought them to his mouth and tongued on the inside of the
crotch.
"Whew! Jeez, oh wow!" Nancy exclaimed. "Should you be lickin' my
panties like that, Mr. Milton?"
"Yes."
"Wow!"
He slid between her legs. His hand held her panties. He licked along
her thighs, his tongue squiggling up toward the bushy nest of teenaged
paradise that beckoned him. His tongue slid into her pussy.
"Oh, jeeeeeeeeez!" Nancy whimpered, sliding down on the chair, her legs
wobbling apart, a huge opening for Mr. Milton's bent-over body.
He had his face fastened to her cunt. He kissed, licked and sucked.
Nancy squirmed above him, whimpering, whining, enjoying another new
thrill.
"Sir, sir! Sir, you're doin' that! Jeez, you're down there suckin' my
honey!"
"Mmmm, mmmm! Yes, yes -- suckin' your honey!" Mr. Milton sputtered.
"That feels good, sir! Jeeeeez, that feels good!"
He stuck his hands under her teen-queen ass, cupped her asscheeks and
lifted. He munched greedily on her pussy.
Nancy slid farther down in the chair, her ass hanging off the edge, her
supple body glimmering as she lay back, chin tucked in, eyes and mouth
open in explicit rapture. She watched Mr. Milton suck on her sweet
snatch. His long, wet tongue slavered on the muffin softness, the brown
fuzzy cunny, sloshing, licking like a dog going at a bowl of red meat.
Nancy shimmered with goose bumps.
He clutched her cheesecake ass, cupping the slick cheeks with curved
palms, long smooth fingers. She lay supine and beautiful, clad only in
her blue kneesocks and her blue-and-white tennis shoes with pink
shoelaces.
Mr. Milton's tongue slobbered salaciously at Nancy's delicious pussy,
and the tingles of ecstasy shivered the pretty girl, made her jiggle.
She clutched her tits and played with the big orbs.
Mr. Milton's tongue zeroed in on her clit, found it, nipped the button,
and a shudder flushed through Nancy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooh!" she sighed, rolling her hips, pushing her
pussy into the man's face.
His tongue nibbled her clit, then he sucked the quivering tip into his
mouth and nibbled gently with his teeth.
"Ah! Oooophh! Jeez!" Nancy howled with delight.
A sluicing slush of pleasure slivered through her. She came. That
wonderful, slow ripple of climax sent a river of hot tickles flooding
through her.
"Oh, ooooopphhhh!" she sobbed, rubbing her titties, swirling her hips.
The good-feel showered through her.
"Ah -- gaaaaawwwwdddd!" she screamed.
Mr. Milton devoured her clitty, and Nancy gave one final tremor, then,
fell back panting on the couch.
Mr. Milton licked slowly now, sucking lovingly, until the darling girl
had stopped shaking and lay catching her breath. He lifted up, still on
his knees, and moved between her legs to her wide V. He fisted his cock
and pointed the dripping pricktip at Nancy's cunt.
"Listen, you're not gonna put that big peter in me, are you?" Nancy
panted.
"I want to."
"No!"
"I wanna fuck you, Nancy."
"What!"
"I wanna fuck you!"
"I never been fucked, Mr. Milton!"
"Well, don't you wanna try fucking?"
He stroked his prick, then leaned over and kissed her tits, rubbing the
spurting head of his cock on her thigh.
Nancy could see how hot he was as he lifted back up again. Passion
masked his face.
"Are you gonna give me more money if I let you fuck me, sir?"
"Yes, of course I am!"
"Well, just for a minute then, okay?"
He moved in, plugged the tip of his prick into her slushy pussy.
"Oooh-uuuhhhh!" Nancy babbled.
The heat of the throbbing fuckstick felt good in her tight cunt. He
began a slow pump. His cockhead slicked in and out between her
cuntlips.
"Now we're fuckin'," Mr. Milton gasped.
"Yes!" Nancy huffed.
"Fucking to paradise."
"Yes, fucking!" Nancy whispered, watching the slow glide of his
cum-soaked prick.
"Feels good, doesn't it, Nancy?"
"Yes, Mr. Milton!"
He pushed in a couple more inches of cock.
"Oh, shit! Shit!" Nancy howled.
Then came a knock on the door.
They did a quick freeze fuck. "Who is it?" Mr. Milton called.
"It's Chris, Nancy's friend. Is she there?"
"Yes!" Mr. Milton gasped.
"Well, can I see her?"
Nancy reached over and turned the doorknob.
Chris walked in looking pretty, sexy and hot in her blue-and-white
cheerleading uniform. Then she saw Nancy and Mr. Milton fucking.
"Gawd!" she shrieked. "You guys are ... you guys are ..."
"Fucking!" Nancy exclaimed.
"No shit! Jeez!"
Mr. Milton pumped his ass. Chris watched. Nancy felt marvelous with
that big prick stuck in her cunt.
Mr. Milton smiled. "Take some pictures of us, Chris. There's the
camera."
"Gee, should I? Huh, Nancy?"
"Sure, I guess, if that's what Mr. Milton wants."
Chris got the camera and focused it in on the fucking duo. She snapped
off a picture, then moved closer, took two more, moved back, got one of
Nancy's face, then a close-up of his cock and her cunt, finishing the
roll of film with several wide-angle shots of the loving fuckers.
She set the camera down, unhooked the back, slid the film out, hid it
in her hand. She closed the camera, then went to her purse and dropped
in the roll of film.
She turned and watched Mr. Milton fuck Nancy. She stood near the chair
looking down at them.
"Come closer and pull your skirt up, Chris," Mr. Milton begged.
"Huh?"
"I'll kiss your panties."
"Jeez!" Chris looked at Nancy.
"Go ahead, let him. He'll pay you, won't you, Mr. Milton?"
"Yes, I'll pay you, Chris!"
Chris moved in close to him and lifted her skirt. He sloshed his tongue
into the crotch of her white bloomers, licking and flapping.
"Take your panties down and I'll lick you."
"Should I?"
"Sure," Nancy replied.
Chris pulled her panties down, lifted her skirt again, and Mr. Milton
ducked out to the side, leaning as he fucked Nancy, and slashed his
tongue wildly at Chrissie's little pussy.
Chris sighed.
"He's lickin' your cookie, Chris?"
"And he's fuckin' yours!"
"Oh, yeah! Fuck my cookie, Mr. Milton!"
"Eat my cookie, Mr. Milton!" Chris echoed.
Nancy felt his prick bulge in her pussy. He came, shooting a hot load
into her. Nancy got dizzy. She felt another climax grip her.
The whole scene thrilled Nancy. Seeing Mr. Milton lap at Chrissie's
cunt, watching his cock fuck in and out of her pussy, seeing the look
on Chris's face, made her flutter with excitement.
As Mr. Milton poured his load into her cunt, Nancy shuddered joyously
with her orgasm, loving the way it lifted her above everything,
out-of-the-world.
"Oh, jeez!" Nancy cried.
Chris looked down and saw how Nancy's face was twisted with pleasure.
She rolled her hips, hands on her waist, skirt up, pushing her pussy at
Mr. Milton's flagging tongue.
He reached around Chris with one arm and clasped her little round ass.
He stuck a finger up her asshole.
"Ahff!" Chris yelped. "He's got a finger up my butt!"
She came.
"Oh, hey! Ahhhhh!" Chris yipped, lifting her chin and swirling her hips
salaciously.
Nancy knew one thing. She had made a lot of money, and as she trembled
down from the height of her climax, she sighed deeply with pleasure.
"Well, how much did you get?" Chris whispered as the girls rode home in
the cab.
"I haven't even counted it, but it's way over a thousand dollars. Can
you believe it?" Nancy answered.
"Yeah, you aren't kiddin'. He gave me a hundred dollars."
"You aren't gonna tell anyone about this are you, Chris?"
"No, no way." Chris smiled.
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" Back Door Beach Party"
My boyfriend Brad and I have just gotten back from an erotic, get a way
weekend in Florida. When we got there we were thrilled that our room
was so close to the pool and the beach, or in other words, close to the
action. Brad put our stuff away while I scouted out the hot bods at the
pool and I wasn't disappointed to find it filled with beautiful hunks
and babes, all dressed in really skimpy swimsuits.

I walked back to our room put on my new bikini and get on with this
much anticipated fun in the sun, cock sucking, wife swapping, ass
smacking, pussy eating, cum drinking weekend. When I put my bottom on
we noticed that some of my pussy hair was sticking out, kind of sexy,
but I had to trim it some more.
While I hopped in the shower, Brad hit the pool to search for willing
swingers. Once in the shower I decided to go for the bald cunt effect.
I did as good a job as I could, but Brad would have to do the finishing
touches to my pussy and asshole.
I came out of the shower and found Brad on the bed naked, already with
a huge hard-on.
"Well, did you get any bites?" I asked.
"A couple of nibbles from a couple of 'um out there. They all look
pretty good, so we'll see what happens," he answered as he pulled my
mouth towards his beautiful, stiff prick.
I gave it a quick, hard suck, then spread my ass out on the bed for my
shaving treatment. He applied some shaving cream and skillfully removed
all the remaining hair from my pubic area. He slides his finger in my
slit and protects my clit when he shaves me. Now it was time to shave
my asshole, I spread my legs wider and expose my little bum hole to him
and the razor.

Having finished, now he applied some lotion to the freshly shaved
areas and a liberal amount on my pussy and clit. This always gets us
hot and I knew we were going to fuck. I opened my pussy while he slid
his extra turned on dick effortlessly into me.

He didn't pump my cunt very hard and I could tell from that look in his
eye that he wanted my sweet little asshole. He withdrew his cock and
smeared some more lotion on my asshole, made me tingle. Then he pushed
his giant cock head up my ass, "ummm," I moaned as he started to fuck
my ass for real. He was pumping away on top of me while I rubbed my
clit and pussy, wanting to cum while he was up my ass. He fucked it
hard and furious and then pulled out, shooting about 8 spurts of red
hot cum juice all over my clit and bald cunt.

I closed my eyes, worked his load into my pussy, while dreaming some
hot young beach bunny was sucking off my twat and swallowing his cum.
Didn't take long before my pussy and body went into spasms, as I came
like a freight train.
When I opened my eyes there was another couple in the room with us.
Brad was on the other bed with the bikini clad babe, they were kissing
and he was taking off her top. I lay there covered in cum and I notice
the guy's hard cock throbbing a few inches away from my face.
Do we sound like the kind of couple you or your wife would be
interested in fucking?
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