The Newest Cheerleader

Chapter 7

It was early morning at school. A cold wave had blown through
River City and a chill was still in the schoolhouse as the big furnaces
creaked, rumbled, with their first start-up action of the autumn.
Nancy stood in the girls room applying a thick red slash of
lipstick to her juicy young lips. She coated her glimmering red lips
with a shiny, shimmery look, extra sweet and kissable. Her cheeks were
rosy red, and she wore a light-blue sweater, tight and clingy so her
titties bulged out and bounced in front like softballs. The little
jeans skirt was denim blue and the hem rode high on her pretty, smooth
thighs. Her legs were still tanned, and her feet were in white tennies
with blue anklets. The jeans skirt wrapped around her fine hips and her
plump tight ass like a wet towel. She fixed her bangs so they were
straight on her forehead, then she tied up her ponytail with a white
ribbon.
Thus fixed up, Nancy headed out to class. She walked down the
hall.
Mr. Dixon, the history teacher, was coming around the corner.
He looked handsome and manly to Nancy. He wore a blue tweed sports
coat, gray slacks, blue shirt and a dark-blue tie.
"Well, good morning," he said, appraising the youthful beauty of
the darling girl.
"Hi," Nancy said.
"Little chilly this morning."
"Sure is."
"I know how we could warm up, Nancy."
"How?"
"We'll just slip into the men's faculty toilet, find an empty
stall, and --"
"Gee," Nancy said. "The toilet?"
"No one will find us. Everyone will be at their first class. You
can cut, and since I don't have one, we should be fine."
"I better not," Nancy teased.
Mr. Dixon reached in his pocket and pulled out several folded
twenty-dollar bills.
"How 'bout this? Will you, for this?"
He handed the money to Nancy.
She took it, put it in her white purse. "Well, okay then."
Nancy and Mr. Dixon sneaked into the faculty men's room. It was a
little bit chillier in the cement darkness of the facility.
Mr. Dixon turned on a light, a dull yellow light. The tiled floor
sparkled, and the bittersweet smell of industrial cleaner clung to the
air.
Mr. Dixon led Nancy to a toilet stall. They went in, and he locked
the stall door.
Nancy looked up at him, her pretty face was as fresh as the early
morning. The deep-rose blush on her cheek was enhanced with her own
natural blush at the chilliness of the men's room. Her glistening red
lips were slightly open, looking wet, luscious.
Mr. Dixon took her into his arms and kissed her. Her fine body,
clad in the light-blue sweater, the darker blue jeans skirt, her tennies
and sox, a darling teen taste of ecstasy.
The teacher's cock leaped to a hard-on faster than if it had been
plugged into a wall socket.
Nancy felt the length of his thrumming cockstalk against her. Mr.
Dixon gripped behind her and clutched his hands into the rippling luxury
of her fine, tight ass.
Nancy didn't know why, but she liked the way older men held her.
She loved his manly hands on her ass. Her heart thumped.
Her pussy gooshed. She was no longer chilly. She rolled her hips
against Mr. Dixon.
They broke their kiss and he gulped.
"You're lips are delicious."
"Taste like cheery cherries?" Nancy whispered.
"Yes," he said, bringing his hands around between them, pushing her
a few inches away, cupping her titties. "And these big tits of yours.
They are so ... they ... they feel so good, too."
"Good," Nancy cooed.
"You are so good!" he gasped, his hands all over her, roaming like
vibrators, feeling her hips, her ass again, back to her titties, her
thin waist, her thighs, and finally one hand slipped under the jeans
skirt, pushed forward and rubbed the hot little muffin between her legs.
"This feels good too!" he whispered.
Nancy liked the feel of his big, masculine hand down on her cunt,
fucking her pussy.
"Mmmmm, yeah!" she purred.
Then she reached between them. Her little hand found his erection.
She grasped it and squeezed. "This feels good too, sir. You're big
peter."
"Oh, darling!" he sighed, then kissed her again.
Their lips felt wet and warm in the chill of the men's room, and
with the wintergreen smell, the pungent odor, the sweet smell of the
early morning wafted in the air as they clung together, rubbing each
other's hot spot.
Mr. Dixon, with trembling hands, managed to slide Nancy's skirt up
to her hips. He slid his hand back down into the crotch of her sopping
pink panties. His hand rubbed gently, lovingly, on the squishy nylon.
Their lips mashed together, their tongues slapped.
Nancy unzipped his fly, got inside, curled her fingers around the
hot, stiff stalk of his erection, then pulled his big nine-inch cock
out. She gripped his throbbing cock in an overhand clasp, pushing down
on the bending prickstick.
Mr. Dixon dipped into her panties. His fingers slid into the gooey
sweetness of her muffin-hot pussy. He slicked a finger into the slit.
Nancy pumped in a slow herky-jerky on his prick.
They broke their kiss.
"Ohhh! Ahhh! Honey!" he panted, his free hand dipping into
Nancy's panties from behind, feeling the smooth curves of her ass. They
were clutched in passionate love there in the toilet stall, melting the
chill of the cool morning with their heated breaths.
Mr. Dixon's cock thumped in Nancy's hand. Her pussy gooshed,
quivered, spritzed as his finger fucked lovingly in and out, his
knuckles bulging the crotch of her pink panties. Nancy jerked on his
prick. His cockhead bubbled, then oozed on her panties.
"Should I beat ya off?" Nancy whispered.
"Yeah, please!" Mr. Dixon gasped.
He broke from her, pulled down his pants and shorts and stood
against the door of the stall. Nancy's skirt was so tight that it
stayed above her hips by itself. She moved to the side of the teacher,
reached over and got an underhanded grip on his stiff prick and pumped
slowly.
"Baby!" he panted.
"You're squirtin'!" Nancy whispered as a big chunk of cream flew
from the cockhead and splashed to the tile.
"You're wonderful!" he gasped, reaching down, again dipping into
her panties, finger-fucking her.
They masturbated each other, the sound of slurping cum filling the
toilet stall.
"I wanna fuck you!" Mr. Dixon gulped.
"Do you?"
"Yes, and eat your cunt!"
"Jeez!"
He pushed her back. Nancy moved to the toilet stool. He took her
panties down, pulled them off, sat her down. Her plump ass warmed up
the black toilet seat. He knelt between her legs on the floor. He
moved in, his hands gripping her inner thighs, and then he kissed her on
each dimpled knee. He licked upward, then stuck his tongue into her
pussy.
"Ah! Ooooh!" Nancy mewled. She leaned back, arching against the
toilet tank. He lapped at her pussy, his tongue stroking and flapping.
"Shit, sir!" Nancy barked, looking down and watching.
She pushed her hips off the toilet, mashed her muffin cunt into his
face. He sucked her pussy, munched on her juicy cunt.
"Pussy-sucker!" Nancy screamed.
"Mmmmm ... Mmmm!" he mumbled, gobbling at her cunt.
"Oh, shit, sir! Eat it like that! Suck on my cunt - just like
that!" Nancy cried, feeling so good.
She shivered with the tingle of climax. He sucked and chewed. She
shuddered. She came. She wanted to scream with joy. The feeling was
so delicious.
Mr. Dixon sucked wildly as he nibbled her clit.
Nancy humped her ass off the toilet seat, rolled her hips, then
pushed her pussy at his mouth. She finally settled back on the toilet.
Mr. Dixon smiled. "Let's fuck. You wanna fuck?"
"Yeah, I wanna fuck! Let's fuck!" Nancy panted, catching her
breath.
"You get up, I'll sit down, and you straddle me. You fuck me," he
said. He sat down on the toilet.
Nancy pulled her skirt higher. He slipped her sweater up, cupped
into her pink bra and pulled out her big sweet tits and set them atop
her bra.
Mr. Dixon spread his legs. Nancy moved in. He sat straight-backed
on the edge of the toilet seat. He put his face into her fluffy tits,
sucked one ripe nipple. His hands clutched her darling ass.
"Now, sit down on me!"
"How?" Nancy asked.
"I'll put my legs a little closer together, here, you put one leg
over there, the other over here. Good! That's the way!"
"Gawd, your prick is on my tummy."
"Well, just scoot up a little -- that's it!"
Mr. Dixon held his rigid cock. Nancy moved down on it, standing
over him, straddling his legs, her skirt up, her tits sticking out like
hubcaps.
He screwed his hard prick into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, jeez! It's so hot in there!" Nancy sighed.
"I know. Feels so damn good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, yes!" she cooed.
"Now fuck me!"
"Just fuck around on top of you, move my ass in and out like this?"
"Oh, yessss, Nancy! Yes, darling!"
"Oh, sir! We're fuckin' in this smelly toilet!"
"Fuck me, Nancy! Fuck me!"
Sweet Nancy humped his cock, pumping in and out with her lovely
ass, fucking up and down, swirling around and around, her blue skirt up,
her sweater up, her tits pointed and proud, jiggling salaciously as she
screwed Mr. Dixon's nine-inch pipe of prick.
He had his hands on her fine hips. He looked up into her pretty
face. He sighed deeply.
"You fuck so good, Nancy."
"It feels so good, fuckin'!" she answered.
"You're a good fucker, Nancy."
"Am I, sir?"
"Yes."
"I wanna fuck good."
"You do ... you do! Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!"
"Like this, fuck you like this, standin' over you, pushin' in and
out on your peter. See the way it slicks in and out of my cunt. It's
all slushy and stuff, sir!"
"Real creamy cum."
"A cummy cock, sir. A big cummy cock in my creamy cunt!" Nancy
blubbered.
"Oh, darling, darling!" he gasped. "I love when you talk to me like
that."
"I know."
"Say more."
"Big old slick dick slidin' and slushin' -- shootin' and squirtin'
in my sopping cunt!"
"You fucker, you sweet fucker!" Mr. Dixon cried.
"You're the fucker, sir. You got me locked in this toilet, and
we're fuckin'."
"Fuck me, Nancy! Don't stop! Keep doin' it like that!"
She had a hot pump-hump going now, and his cock made slurping
noises as she fucked up and down on his long cockstalk. He put his
hands behind her and clutched her ass.
"You're so beautiful," he blurted.
"You're so naughty," she answered.
"Am I?"
"Yes, sir. You shouldn't have me in this smelly toilet fuckin' my
cunt like this."
"Talk! Keep talkin', Nancy!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, sir! That's what you want to hear, isn't it?"
"Yes!"
"I'm gonna cum, sir. I'm gonna get that feelin'!" Nancy writhed.
"Oh, darling!"
"Oh, fuck! Here it comes, sir ... here it cummmmms!"
"Get it, doll-baby!"
"Sir! Shit! Oh, oh -- ohhhhh!" Nancy cried.
"Keep cummin', honey!"
"Fuccckkk!" she gasped.
She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, humped harder, rode
with the grand feeling that shivered through her body.
He cupped her ass. His prick bloated. His body shimmered. He
blasted his wad up into her cunt, a gusher of hot cream that simmered in
her pussy, sent a ripple of heat through her on top of her climax.
"Ah, awwww, shit!" she cried.
"Honey!"
Nancy undulated by the sheer force and grip of her own orgasm, her
body shuddering, her hips pumping as she fucked down on his spewing
prick.
"Ohhhh! Awwwww -- ooooh!" she blabbered hotly, passionately.
"You sweet little fucker!" Mr. Dixon panted, still cumming.
"Oh, sir! Sir!" she gasped, loving every second of the thrilling
climax that consumed her, the way his prick shot hot jizz into her cunt,
the way the feeling vibrated her from toe to head.
Then she sighed.
"Oh, baby!" he blurted.
Nancy toppled onto him, pulling her cunt off his spurting cock.
She sat down, her arms around his neck, his spewing cock caught in
the crack of her ass. She leaned down and kissed his masculine mouth.
"Oh, that was good!" she whispered, licking his ear.
"Mmmmmm, so good!" Mr. Dixon agreed.
"I'd like to fuck you as much as I can, Nancy," he said.
"Do you?"
"Yeah, everyday, okay?"
"Gee, sir. Fuck every damn day. Sure. Sure, if you really
wanna!"
"I do."
"Well, I guess, maybe ..."
Then Nancy caught herself. She shouldn't give in so easily. She
should make him pant, sweat, pay for her.
"I dunno, sir. I don't think we should fuck every --"
"I'll give you money."
"Well, maybe," Nancy whispered, nibbling his earlobe.