Sue didn't hear the Jeffers return from their night out. They came in quietly. Mr. Jeffers kissed his wife and she went up to go to bed. He went through the house, checking things before he went to find Sue and take her home.
He walked into the TV room and there she was, beautiful, darling, asleep on the couch. One leg hung over the edge, one leg was propped up leaning against the back of the couch.
Her tiny black skirt had pulled up over her red bloomers. The panties were stuffed out by her thick carpet of cunny curls underneath.
She looked wonderful there, asleep, legs lewdly apart. Mr. Jeffers got an immediate erection, from looking at her.
Who wouldn't have?
Sue lay oblivious, sound asleep, but juicy as a plum in her cheerleading uniform, her little black skirt up, the pleats swirled, her legs cocked apart.
Before he could stop himself, Mr. Jeffers was stroking his cock that now spiked out his trousers. Next thing he knew he had unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and shorts around his shoes, and he had his prick in his hand, slowly pumping.
He was hot!
Sue must have picked up his vibe in her sleep. She opened her eyes, blinked several times, and looked over at Mr. Jeffers.
"Ah!" she gasped.
He said nothing, simply stroked harder on his thick, hard prick.
"Sir, what are you doin'?" Sue whispered.
Suddenly, as if he'd just realized he had his pants down and was masturbating to the lovely cheerleader, he said, "Oh, I'm… I'm sorry;.. I just, I couldn't… I mean I had to.. you're so.."
His stammering, his pumping gave Sue a good tingle of excitement. She raised up and sat on the couch, her tiny black skirt still up, her kneesocked legs apart.
She liked it. She liked his hand-job. But should she let him jerk to her? she thought.
He was humped outward. His hand hiked his cock, his thumb extended. Sue arched. His eyes glued her luscious body, her sweet titties swelling against her tight sweater, pushing out the word Devils.
"Are you gonna keep masturbatin', sir?" Sue whispered.
"Can I? May I?" "Do you wanna?" "Yes, very much."
"Well, I guess it's all right." He humped his hand faster. "Should I just sit here, sir?"
"Could you do something sexy for me?"
Sue thought about it, what she might do. She stood up, swayed her hips, then lifted her little black skirt, held it out, rolled her hips. "Somethin' like that?" she asked. "Whooffff, yessss!" Mr. Jeffers puffed hotly.
"Should I take my panties down?" "Oh, would you?"
"If you wanna see me do it, I will." "You're so sweet. Yes, take your panties down for me."
Sue tugged her panties down on her thighs and showed him her bushy brown pussy.
"AH!" he gasped.
Sue smiled sweetly, sexily, rolled her hips, pushed her muff at Mr. Jeffers. He pounded harder on his prick.
"Oooooh!" Sue whispered. "You're goin' like crazy!"
"Ah, God, honey!" he gasped.
Sue's pussy creamed. She reached down with one hand, held her pleats up with the other and rubbed her fingers through the thick cunny hair.
"Ohhh, yeah!" Mr. Jeffers cried. "You like when I do that?" she cooed.
She rubbed three fiat fingers between her legs.
Then she hooked a finger into her cunt. "Ah, jeez… yes!" Mr. Jeffers panted. "You're really goin', sir. So fast and stuff." "Do it, finger your cunt!"
"Jerk your prick!" Sue shot back. "Oh, honey! Finger it!" "Jerk it!"
"Honey, baby!"
He was panting like a dog. His mouth hung open, and his hand blurred on his cockstalk. Cum spat from the bulging up.
"Finger-fuck yourself," he moaned. "Fuck your fist!" Sue barked.. "Finger, finger, finger!" he panted, his hand making loud, slurping sounds as he pumped his hard prick.
"Golly," Sue whispered, "that really looks goooood!"
She twiddled and fiddle-fucked her clit, her hand fanning between her legs, still holding up her cheerleading skirt with her free hand.
"I'd love to see your titties, too," Mr. Jeffers gulped.
Then he stiffened. His hand whacked harder, and he climaxed. His cock sprayed cum at Sue.
"Oh, sir? Wow! Wow!" Sue gasped. "Wowwwww!"
"Honey, honey, honey!" he cried. His prick spat and spewed big chunks of bubbling hot cream that splashed to the carpet in front of Sue. She fucked her pussy faster and got it with him, felt the rinse of ecstasy wash through her beautiful body. She was jerked forward at the waist. Her face became frozen with pleasure. Her mouth was unhinged as she came and watched the magnificent eruption pouring from Mr. Jeffer's prick stick.
"You're shootin' all over," Sue finally managed.
"Ah, honey, honey!" was all he could gulp. "Whew, looka the stuff keep cummin' out!" Sue remarked in amazement, fascinated by his huge spraying load.
"I know, I know," he mumbled. "Been so long… so hot, so-ohhhhhh!"
He was humped forward, his hand pounding wildly, his cock spurting copiously. His eyes were fastened to the sight before him-the luscious, pretty, juicy cheerleader.
Finally he had pumped out all he had. Sue had shuddered through a fabulous climax. She wanted to scream about how much she loved to cum, how good it always felt, time after time after time after time.
She thought she would simply like to cum forever.
"Oh, shit!" Mr. Jeffers huffed. "That was wonderful! That's the best I've felt… the hottest I've been in years."
Sue smiled shyly.
"You better take me home, I guess," she whispered sweetly.
He toddled over to her, little choppy steps, dragging his trousers on his ankles, like a man on a prison chain gang. He looked down at the cum on the carpet.
"I'm going to have to do some cleaning, huh?" he smiled.
"I guess so," Sue said, looking down also, seeing the thick goo clinging to the carpet.
He reached out. "I wanna feel these nice tits," he said. "Can I?"
"Mmmmm, well.., okay," Sue agreed. She lifted her Devils sweater, and revealed a black demi-cup bra that bulged beautifully with her young eighteen-year-old tits.
Mr. Jeffers cupped his rugged hands on the bra, felt her tits, round firmness. Then he dipped in and took them out, marveled at their proud, jutting loveliness.
"Oh, these are beautiful," he murmured, his hands squeezing, jiggling, cupping, fondling.
"I'm glad you like 'em, sir," Sue whispered. His creamy cock thumped. Sue looked down and saw the rise of the prick, lifting up like a crane.
He kept one hand on her tits, then thrust the other between her legs, rubbed on her slushy pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" he mumbled. Sue reached down and fisted his cock, clutching the dripping stalk, setting a good grip, squeezing hard. A spin of cream bubbled out on the tip.
Sue pumped in and out on his prick as he raised another hard-on. He slipped a finger into her cunt. They stood in enamored delight with each other.
"Oh, Sue!" he sighed. "This is soooo good!"
Suddenly there was a yell from upstairs. It was Mrs. Jeffers. She called out to her husband.
"Tom… Tom!" "Yes, dear?"
"Are you still here?"
"I was just leaving with Sue." "Okay, well hurry back."
"Damn," he said. "I thought she was going to sleep. She must wanna make love."
"Well, you're sure ready," Sue said, squeezing one last time on his cock before releasing it.
Driving in the car, Mr. Jeffers said, "I haven't paid you yet. What do I owe you for babysitting?"
"A hundred dollars," Sue said.
"Huh," he smiled. "My, you are quite a little business lady.
"I try to be," Sue smiled back. "Don't you think that's reasonable?"
"Oh, yes, indeed."
They pulled up in front of her house. He gave her a hundred fifty dollars, kissed her lovely lips and said, "Can we get together again- soon?"
"Well, you call, and if I'm free maybe we can, Sue said, slipping out of the car.