Tracey went out for the cheerleading squad at school and made it easily. She had the looks, and she had all the moves. She was one of six pretty young girls who became cheerleaders, and she was excited about the first game that was scheduled.
She put on her uniform at home, deciding to wear it at school, which was an option given the cheerleaders on the day of a game.
Tracey slipped into the little white skirt that had dark blue pants. She looked in the mirror and was gleefully happy that it was so incredibly short that she could show off her pretty legs. Then she added a long-sleeved blue sweater, and over that she fastened on a sleeveless light-blue vest. Her knee socks were dark blue. Finally, she put on her blue and white tennis shoes.
She looked in the mirror, then remembered that she hadn't put on his bloomers yet. She picked up the slick, bright royal-blue bloomers and wiggled into them, pulled them up in her crotch, made sure they cradled her ass just so, then decided she was ready.
At school, she received hot stares from the boys. She swayed down the hall, her little skirt swirling on her beautiful legs.
In history class, Mr. Dalton, the teacher, really gave her some lewd looks. She snuggled in her desk and let him have a good show of her legs, her knee socks, and once, when she crossed her legs, she saw him glance up her skirt.
Mr. Dalton was tall. He must be six-four, Tracey thought as she watched him lecture. He wore a gray suit, a three-piece outfit that fit him tightly. He looked as though he was about forty-five.
She wondered if she could get an A from him like she did from Mr. Palmer. After class, Tracey lingered as she picked up her books. Mr. Dalton stared at her. She turned and started to leave.
"You look very cute today," he said.
"I thought I looked more than cute," Tracey said.
"Well, you do indeed!"
"I thought I looked sexy!"
"Indeed! Indeed you do, my dear!"
"I saw you look up my skirt, Mr. Dalton."
"Well – ah – er I couldn't help…"
"That's okay. I liked it!"
"You did?"
"I'd like an A in this class, sir," Tracey said.
"You would, huh?"
"Yes… how about this?" she asked, and pulled her skirt up on her waist, letting the wide-eyed teacher look at her bright-blue bloomers.
"Oh, my!" he whispered.
"Like?" she asked, turning completely round.
"Oh, yes! What a perfectly beautiful…"
"Ass?"
"Yes, yes, beautiful, full, round ass!" he gasped.
"So, wanna feel it??"
She went to him, hoisted her skirt again, turned around, and let him run his hand over the sweet, slick curve of her wonderful, tight ass.
"Oh, God!" he whimpered, his fingers searching her slick bloomers. "Oh, my…"
"Feel good, sir?"
"Excellent!" he moaned, his hand cupping her asscheeks.
Tracey held her cheerleading skirt high as Mr. Dalton fumbled his eager hand over the splendid curve of her ravishing ass, feeling her billowing ass cheeks, the tantalizing slope of her ass.
"Are you gonna give me an A, sir?" Mr. Dalton had never been so brazenly spoken to in all his years of teaching. This was such a beautiful, buxom, incredibly sexy young girl – what could he do?
"Yes, yes, an A for you, Tracey, if I can take these panties down! If I can have more than just a feel," he said, surprised at his bargaining position.
"Sure!" she whispered.
He tugged the bloomers over the tingling shiver of Tracey's fine ass. He got them down on her thighs. Her ass stuck out blatantly, balmy, bald, smooth, and perfect. He roamed his hands over her exciting nakedness.
"Oh, my dear, such a dandy ass! Divine!" She liked the touch of his hands as he caressed her, as he cupped her ass cheeks, squeezed, fondled.
"You can kiss it if you wanna, sir!" Tracey whispered.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" he panted, never having even thought about that. Suddenly he was on his naughty knees behind the darling schoolgirl, raining tiny, hot kisses all over her scrumptious ass. His tongue flicked out and he lapped up and down her ass crack.
"Ahhhh, yeah, like that, Mr. Dalton!" Tracey groaned. "That's good!"
His slobbering, wild tongue creased Tracey's crack and sent thrilling feelings of satisfaction shimmering and slivering through her fine young body. She remembered how Eugene, her naughty cousin, had introduced her to ass licking, how she had felt so good in that barn, so she bent over, put her hands on her knees, and waved her exquisite ass at the lapping teacher.
Mr. Dalton felt honored, and was delighted that this gorgeous student was inclined to take such liberties. And she only wants an A, he thought.
He whipped her around. "I wanna see your pussy, Tracey!"
He was staring right between her golden legs.
"Oh," he said. "It's a pretty pussy."
"Is it?" Tracey asked, thrusting her lovely hips outward, pushing her pussy toward his face.
"Yes, it's really a beautiful cunt!" he whimpered, his hands crawling slowly behind her. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, pinching in on the smooth curves.
Tracey held her skirt high, swaying above Mr. Dalton. He moved in on her cunt. He stuck out his tongue and flapped, it into the delicious brown nest.
"Phew! Wow!" Tracey whispered. She lifted her cheerleading skirt higher, pulling it up so she could look down and watch her teacher lick his tongue over and around her twitching pussy.
"Don't forget, you're gonna give me an A, right?" Tracey asked, wobbling her hips in an obscene roll at Mr. Dalton's slapping tongue.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" he mumbled, wiggling his tongue at her cunt.
"I'd let you fuck me if you paid me!" Tracey whispered.
"Huh? Well…" Mr. Dalton stuttered, moving way from her pussy. "Pay you? How much?"
"It'd have to be a lot," Tracey said. "I don't have any money with me. Well, only fifty dollars."
"You can give me that, then you can pay me more later," Tracey said.
"Oh, I really would like to fuck you, darling, sweet dear, my young baby," Mr. Dalton said, fucking his thick, wet tongue into her pussy.
"Well, okay then… let's go it. Let's fuck, sir!"
He stood up. His cock bulged out his pants. He threw off his coat and unbuttoned his vest.
He unloosened his tie, took off his shirt, and pulled down his pants. He didn't wear shorts and his cock shot up like a cannon – a full eleven inches.
"Wow, sir!" Tracey gasped.
"I'm ready!" he panted.
"I can see that," she said, marveling at the length and thickness of his big cock.
Mr. Dalton had a handsome hard-on, a splendid cock that already had heaps of frothing cream bubbling from the head. The cockstalk was smooth, like shiny agate, and thick – round as his wrist. His balls hung between his legs like a couple of lemons. His lean, tall body had been hardened by weight-lifting.
"Jeez, sir. That cock must be the biggest in the world," Tracey said, watching the swelling prick heave and thump. "I know I said we could fuck, but that thing is too big, I think."
"You've never had a big cock, Tracey?" Mr. Dalton asked.
"No, but I fucked myself with a foot-long weenie the other night at the fair – but it was thin, and then I didn't put it all the way in, either."
"A foot-long weenie!" Mr. Dalton exclaimed, his admiration for the brazen schoolgirl leaping to unimaginable heights.
Tracey still stood with her skirt raised, her eyes wide in amazement at Mr. Dalton's huge prick.
"I could lick it and give you a good handjob, though," Tracey said.
He handed her fifty dollars.
"I'll have more for you tomorrow if you'll come to my office late in the afternoon," he said, then took Tracey into his arms, pressed her to him, his cock slapping into the pleats of her cheerleading skirt.
His hands fondled the cheeks of her ass as he kissed her in a feverish passion, his tongue swirling deep into her delicious, sucking mouth.
"You are something special!" he whimpered, breaking the kiss, his hands trembling, his cock throbbing against Tracey.
She clutched the big hard-on, got a grip on the giant stalk and squeezed.
"Wheeeeewwwww!" she gasped.
Mr. Dalton unbuttoned the vest of her outfit, let it flap open, then pulled her sweater up over her tits.
"Oh my!" he gasped. "Such fabulous tits. They don't just point straight out, they lift up!"
Then he dipped his hand clown and rubbed her pussy. Tracey grabbed his cock with both hands, and they kissed again.
"Lemme show you something!" he whispered. "Get up on my desk and lie down on your belly."
Tracey did as he asked. He moved in, pulled her legs into a wide vee off the desk, got between them, and pressed his prick into the crack of her ass.
"I'll give you a weenie-fuck," Mr. Dalton said. "I'll put my cock in your hot, buttered bun."
Tracey swayed gently on the desk, squeezing her asscheeks tight on the throbbing cock. He began a fuck-stroke, moving in and out, his cock sliding back and forth between her asscheeks. He humped good and fast.
"Wow!" Tracey whispered.
"You like when I fuck your ass like this?" he asked.
"Yeah!" she gasped.
"We'll do this for a minute, then you can be real sexy and I'll jack-off at you."
"Ooooooh," Tracey groaned. "Sure! Roll over," he said, pulling back. Tracey rolled over onto her back, wiggled onto the desk, cocked her legs at the knees, spread them wide, and looked up at Mr. Dalton.
"Yeah, like that, baby," he said, grabbing his cock, pumping the big stalk. "Be sexy for me, honey-doll!"
Tracey undulated her hips up off the desk, arching a striking pose, lifting her ass up, and rolling her pussy at him.
He pumped faster.
"Phew, jeez, sir! That looks good!" she cried, eyeing his stroke. "Wow! Go faster!"
"Be sexy then," he said.
"You dirty prick pumper!" she gasped, running her hand down between her legs, smoothing the palm over her pussy, rubbing her crotch.
"Yeah, yeah!" Mr. Dalton whimpered, fucking his fist.
"Whee, you do that so hot and dirty, sir! You're jerking your cock to me, aren't you?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, shit, sir!" Tracey cried, delighted with his actions. His remarkable cock, his stupendous hard-on. "Jerk on that cock, sir, jerk it!"
He did, and Tracey loved it.
She had her bloomers off now, holding them sexily in one hand, dangling them off the desk, spreading her legs obscenely for Mr. Dalton. Her sweater was up over her huge tits.
"You like to see me do this?" he asked.
"Oh boy! Yeah!"
His jerking made her hot, elated her. It give her a rapturous tingle. He beat his prick, and Tracey humped off the desk. She stuck a finger into her cunt and began fucking herself.
"Yeah, do that!" he urged.
Tracey had a sexy smile on her face, her mouth open, her tongue hot on her cherry-red lips. She rolled her hips off the desk, fucking her finger in the elated heat of passion.
Mr. Dalton pumped hot and hard now. His big prick billowed. It was so thick, so massive, so teeming. Tracey watched as she fingered her cunt.
"Yes, like that, Mr. Dalton! Masturbate that big cock, really go! Lemme see you jack, sir!" He was better than she'd ever seen. He stood at the edge of the desk. Tracey lay on her back, her legs wide, her inverted pleats up on her belly, her bloomers still dangling from one hand.
Then he got it. A riptide of cum shot out of his big prick. A high tide of jism arched up over the desk and began splashing down on Tracey's legs, belly, knees, and pussy. A huge glob of jizz hit her right between the legs. She jerked her finger faster. He pumped his cock harder. They were two lovers lost in the ecstasy of their forbidden but beautiful love.
His hand was all wet with cum. He kept shooting. A happy spill of slopping slush drenched the lovely cheerleader as she lay fingerfucking herself, her eyes hot on the hand-job Mr. Dalton was giving himself.
"Ah, yeah! Shoot-off, sir! That's it, shoot it all off!" Tracey groaned.
"I am!"
"Oh, yeah. Jerk, jerk, jerk, that big cock for me! Jerk off to me!"
A torrent of cum splashed all over her tits as the tinge of satisfaction hit her.
"Oh, goody!" Tracey cried. "Oooooh!" Mr. Dalton pumped his pleasure, and Tracey shuddered in a hot backfire of delight, watching his cock squirt, watching his hand jerk.