Amy made the cheerleading squad. She was dressed in her outfit. A yellow sweater with a black and white stripe on the shoulders and down the short sleeves. The sweater tugged in, fitting tightly on her hips, just over the top of her black skirt which featured three inverted yellow pleats. The skirt was very short, hemmed out in sweetness way high on her thighs. She wore yellow knee socks and black and white tennis shoes.
After the game, she was leaving the field and Mr. Lane walked by her.
"Do you have time to stop at my office?" he whispered.
"Well, I was… sure, for a minute," Amy answered.
He left. She went with some of the girls to the bathroom, fixed her pink cheeks and pink lips with more blush and gloss, then slipped away to Mr. Lane's office on the second floor of the school.
I think he's really hot for me, Amy thought. I could see the way he stared at me when I did my routines on the field at the game.
Amy knocked.
Mr. Lane let her in.
"Hello, I just wondered if you needed any help with your work. It's the weekend, and I thought maybe you wanted to prepare a little for our quiz on Monday."
"Well, sure, yeah," Amy said, surprised. He pulled a chair behind his desk, next to his.
"Sit down then," he said, and sat beside her.
He started going over the quiz. He's actually tipping me off to the answers, Amy thought. She took one of his pencils and wrote them down. Her little cheerleading skirt was high on her tanned thighs.
Amy scribbled, but in one glance at her teacher, she saw he had an enormous hard-on that pushed and bent against his jeans.
He finished with the quiz. "There, will that help?" the asked. "Sure, gee, thanks, Mr. Lane."
"I don't usually do this, but you are a very special student."
"Special?"
"You're beautiful, Amy," he said boldly. Never before having made a pitch at a student, he was tentative.
"Thanks, sir."
He smiled.
"And thanks for helping me with the quiz."
"Well, you could thank me if you wanted to."
"I could?"
He put his hand on her chin, tilted her head.
"Could I kiss you?"
"Ah… well, yeah, sure, Mr. Lane."
"Good, because you know you could get the answers to all the quizzes."
His lips touched hers. His other hand went around her shoulder. His tongue slicked and licked on her pink gloss. It was a warm, manly kiss, and it made Amy tingle.
Then his hand dropped to her thighs, slid up under her skirt, lifted it to reveal her yellow bloomers. They were shiny, and they gloved her hips like cellophane, pulled in on her crotch in a puffy muffin.
He rubbed her there.
He broke the kiss. He took her hand and placed it on his hard prick.
"Ooooh, gosh!" Amy gasped.
He unzipped his fly and took his prick out.
"Jeez, Mr. Lane!" Amy exclaimed. "It's… your… it's sooo big and stuff!"
Indeed his cock was big, a full, thick, hard eleven inches, a throbbing hunk of ivory-like prick.
He took Amy's hand and placed it on the towering prick.
"Should we be doin' this, sir?" she whispered.
"Do you wanna stop?"
"Do I get answers to quizzes if I play with your prick?"
"I dunno if I know how."
"Pump on it for me, Amy!"
"Like this, sir?" she asked, her hand clutching the big mule-cock, her fingers curling, her hand moving up and down.
"Yes, darling, yes! Like that!" She stroked him for a minute, slowly, watching her hand jerk.
"Stand up, take your panties down for me, will you?" he asked.
Amy remembered Mr. Huston, how she had teased him, got him all hot.
She stood up. "Gee, take my panties down and show ft to you, let you see my pussy?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!"
He grabbed his cock and jerked on it hard and fast.
"Well, okay," Amy said.
She lifted her black skirt, tugged her bloomers down until they were a tight yellow stretch above her knees.
"Oh, Amy!" Mr. Lane panted. The teacher was in an erotic trance. Just to have a sweet little darling like Amy, her five-one frame rippling with curves, her beautiful face full of teasing emotion, standing there in a tight, skin-clinging cheerleading uniform, her round tits pressing at the tight yellow sweater, the way she held up her tiny skirt, her tights down in a slick, shiny yellow roll above her knees, her blonde pussy looking like a delicious piece of divinity fudge, would have made the most chaste man sweat and pant with fever for her.
Mr. Lane pumped his prick, his big slab like cock.
"Jeez, you're really masturbatin', huh?" Amy said.
"Yessssss!" he huffed. "You're my teacher and stuff too."
"I know, I know, forgive me. But ever since that first day in class I've not been able to get you out of my mind, Amy."
"Gee, really?"
"That's right."
Her lips were wet, pouty, her face so pretty, her body juicy and sweet.
"You're really poundin' on your prick, sir! I never saw anything like that! Whew!"
He pumped harder now. His cock squished. Goops of cum flipped out of the bulging pricktip.
"Ooooh, that's naughty, Mr. Lane, squirtin' at me like that!"
"Come over here, let me feel your cunt."
"No, I'm not gonna let you feel me up."
"Please, Amy, just let me feel, please!"
"That's dirty, Mr. Lane. You're bein' dirty."
"I'll do anything for you, Amy." When he said that, she felt the same power she had had over Mr. Huston.
"Well, I s'pose I could let you feel it, Mr. Lane, if you promise to give me all A's in your class."
"Yes, you'll get all A's."
"All right then."
Amy moved over to him, stood next to him.
Mr. Lane reached out. His hand slid between her fine legs. He flubbed her pussy. His finger slid into her slit. He pumped wildly on his horse-like cock.
"You like feelin' my cunny?" Amy asked sweetly.
"Yes!"
"And you're jerkin' so hard too. Jerk hard for me, Mr. Lane. Just for me, okay?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Masturbate yourself, Mr. Lane." His prick squirted. He stiffened. His finger slished in and out of Amy's pussy.
Then he came. Huge gops of cum spat from his prick.
"Ooooh, look at that. That's naughty, you guy!"
"Amy, Amy, Amy!" he called as his cock spurted, as he came.
Amy watched with hot intensity. She loved to see a prick squirt like this. She loved to see a man completely lost in the ecstasy of his climax.
"Jerk!" she commanded. "Jerk, Mr. Lane!"
"I am, Amy!"
"Harder, faster! Squirt more!"
"Oh, you doll!"
"Come on, keep gooshin', sir!"
His big cock was creamy, like someone had spread mayonnaise all over the stalk. His hand was caked with cum. He continued to vibrate with his orgasm. His finger fucked Amy's pussy and she finally felt the titillation of her own climax, a sweet sizzle of erotic charm that started slowly then gripped her hotly. She stiffened, bent over at the waist and let it ride through her.