The Newest Cheerleader

Chapter 8

Nancy was in her cheerleading uniform for a big game. She looked
luscious in the dark-blue skirt, the white pleats, her white vest full
of her teener tits. Her tanned legs looked delicious, encased in the
blue-knee sox, the blue-and-white tennies. She had her hair in double
ponytails, parted in the middle, bangs on her forehead.
She met Chrissie after class.
"You ready to go turn 'em on again?" Chrissie asked.
"Sure."
"Let's really be sexy today, okay?"
"You wanna?"
"Yeah, I wanna get nasty today. I'm horny and hot. How 'bout
you?" Chris asked.
"Seems like whenever I get my uniform on I get hot," Nancy
answered.
"I know, I know," Chris said.
They walked to the football stadium. Nancy scanned the stands.
The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic
lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her.
She took the field with the girls.
The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips
exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the
left and bumped.
Nancy bumped hot and good. Then she went into a long set of high
kicks, her tiny blue skirt flying high over her tight, cunny-crunching,
sky-blue panties. Her muffin sweetness bulged snugly into the tight
pair of blue bloomers. Her blue knee socks flew high as her luscious
leg lifted, her crotch a bright slash of blue.
She saw Mr. Milton clicking away at her, and she smiled
seductively. She saw him with the binoculars, and she could see him
move the glasses from Chrissie to her.
Nancy bent over, turned around. Her skirt skipped up over her
precious rump.
Chris bent over salaciously. She put her palms flat on the ground,
her legs spread wide in a big V, her kissable ass gloriously gloved by
the bright-blue panties, the slick material clutching her asscheeks in
cupcake creaminess.
The girls wiggled their asses.
Nancy loved cheerleading. Her sweet little cunt juiced. A
shimmering tingle of excitement sizzled through her. Like Chris, Nancy
was bent way over, hands touching the ground, legs set wide apart, her
rump arched. She looked back and up at the stands.
She saw another man taking pictures of her. She slowly swung her
ass to the right, to the left, wiggled her asscheeks, and thrilled to
the voyeuristic antics of the man shooting pictures.
I'll bet he's got a big hard prick in his pants, Nancy thought.
Her pussy sizzled. Nancy loved the idea of men watching her cheer,
showing off to men with juicy prick hards squirting in their hot shorts.
She seared the field with her moves. There was something about being
scantily clad, knowing that men were excited over her, that gave her a
wonderful rush, a feeling of power, a thrilling excitement.
Nancy was so hot by the time she'd finished her cheer before the
half that she thought the gooshy goo oozing from her cunt would seep
through her blue panties.
Chrissie went with one of the other girls to smoke a cigarette.
Nancy didn't want one. She was trembling and too excited. She went to
get a Coke.
She got a Coke and Mr. Towson walked up. He leaned toward her.
"You really got me hot," he whispered.
Nancy smiled up at him.
"Meet me."
"Where?"
"Anywhere, let's see, the offices are locked at the school."
"I could meet you in the faculty men's room, sir."
"Yes, great. I'll be in there. Perfect. No one will come over
there."
He left and walked toward the school house.
Nancy sipped her Coke, her body tingling. She waited a minute,
then ambled to the school, went in and walked to the men's room. She
knocked. The hallway was empty as she checked to the right, then the
left.
Mr. Towson opened the door and she followed him to a stall. They
went in and he clutched her to him, kissed her ripe, red mouth with
open, wet lips.
"You were so good out there, so beautiful, so sexy!" he exclaimed,
his fingers digging into the firm curves of her ass.
"Gee, thanks," Nancy said, and she felt his huge prick bumping
lewdly against her. "I don't have much time, sir."
He took his pants down, then his shorts. He clutched his mammoth
fourteen-inch prick.
"Holy shit!" Nancy exclaimed, staring at his handsome hard-on. The
tip of his cock bubbled with hot jizz.
"I'm gonna take my pants down," Nancy said. She reached under her
skirt and slicked her blue bloomers down past her knees. She held her
skirt up and showed Mr. Towson her beautiful brown cunt.
"Oh! Oooh, baby!" Mr. Towson whispered, pumping lewdly on his
prick.
Nancy sat down on the toilet seat. The shiny black seat was cool
on her asscheeks. She leaned back, drawing her skirt up on her waist.
She let her panties fall to her ankles, lifting one foot out, then she
set her legs apart. Her finger went to her crotch and she shoved it in
her quivering cunt.
"I gotta masturbate, sir!" Nancy gasped, fingering her pussy
wildly. "I'm as hot as you are!"
"Oh, yeah! Do that! Whew, shit! That looks good, Nancy. Finger
yourself! Fuck your pussy, honey!"
"Jerk your dick, sir!"
"I wanna see your big tits!"
Nancy's free hand fumbled with the buttons on the tight white vest.
She pulled it open, cupped into her white bra and pulled her big tits up
over the top.
"Oh, Nancy! Those are beautiful boobs!"
"You like 'em, huh?" she cooed, sliding farther down on the toilet
seat, her finger a blur as it fucked her cunt.
Mr. Towson moved closer. He set his legs far apart. He bent his
knees, humped down and pumped his prick at Nancy's bobbing tits. His
spurting big pricktip dripped creamy cum all over her smooth, round
tits. He jerked. His cockhead slapped and slushed on Nancy's tits.
She looked down, watched, fingered her cunt faster. Mr. Towson jerked
faster.
"Jeez, sir! Masturbate that prick!"
"Yeah, and you masturbate that pussy."
"Yeah, yeah, hurry! Let's cum, sir!" Nancy gasped. "I need to
cum!"
"You sweet little prick-teaser," he huffed, standing back now,
pumping wildly on his prick, watching Nancy fiddle her pussy.
"Oh, wow! Pump that prick, sir! Jerk on that peter like that!"
Nancy cried.
"Nancy, Nancy!" he whimpered, his hand a fuck-hot flash.
"Mr. Towson!"
"Baby!"
"Sir!"
He came.
His prick spewed a gooping stream of cream that splashed on Nancy's
titties, her belly, all over her pleats.
"Oh, shit. I love it!" Nancy yelped.
His cock sprayed.
Nancy climaxed. She shivered and shook furiously on the toilet
seat. Her whole body quaked. She slid forward, lifted her ass off the
black toilet seat, swirled her hips to her fucking hand and came
beautifully.
"Ah! Ahhhhh, shit!" Nancy cried.
Her eyes were wide open, watching Mr. Towson's erupting prick. Her
mouth hung open. Pleasure wrinkles crinkled her sweet forehead. Her
cheeks were rosy red, her double ponytails shook as she tossed her head
from side to side.
"Ohhhh, oh!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck! Ohhhh, sir! Shoot shit!
Shoot that ... oh here comes more! Oh, shit! I can't believe -- oh,
wow!"
Nancy babbled as Mr. Towson's cock kept squirting.
"Darling!" he sighed.
"We're cummin'!" Nancy sobbed. "We're masturbatin' and we're
feelin' that feel ... ohhhh, oh, shit!"