Denise Darlington shuddered with excitement.
She stood on the edge of the football field waiting, ripples of fear flooding through her.
The beautiful young girl was ready to take the field as the featured baton twirler with the band. The gorgeous freshman was the first of her age to ever win the spot as top twirler. She had blown every other girl away at the auditions.
She stood beautifully in her white boots, her legs tanned, slim, the skin flawless. Her pretty, bright-red uniform hugged her delicious body, the slick material gloving her luscious teen curves, emphasizing the curves of her hips, the molding of her tight ass.
Her waist was trim, her tummy tight, flat. The red uniform pulled in and slashed around her chest, cut low, strapless, and her tits pushed at the top of the uniform like two juicy peaches.
Her long brown hair hung in a long fall on her shoulders, cascading out from under her white majorette hat.
Denise's bangs were visible on her forehead under the shiny black brim.
She stood ready, although her entrance was several minutes into the number the band played. She was a few feet in front of some men who were standing at a fence near the field.
"That little girl's got a fabulous ass," a man behind her said.
"The best I've ever seen," another man said.
They sounded like older men, Denise thought. But their admiring comments stung her with a hot needle that shot an injection of pleasure into her.
"Man that is really a fine ass!"
"She's good lookin' too."
"Look at that ass though."
"I'd kill for it!"
The banter about young Denise burned her ears. She never had heard such talk. It made her hot and gave her an exhilarated feeling, a buzz of sweet ecstasy, a shivering slice of pleasure. She loved the way they talked about her ass. She knew she had a good one. Men stared at it all the time.
Denise knew also that she was pretty, but the conversation behind her was a new, exciting experience.
She bent over slightly at the waist, holding her baton like a barbell, placing it on her thighs down by her knees, bent over slightly, arching her magnificent ass at the drooling men.
"Oh, shit, look at that," one man said.
"Fuck, she's too much. She makes me hard!"
"God, me too!" the other man panted. Denise was so damn hot her pussy gooshed in her uniform. The juices flowed. She came.
She was squizzling. The darling Darlington girl was cumming-squizzling, as she called it – right there on the football field, sexily bent over, showing her young girl ass to the men behind her.
Denise let the beautiful feeling shoot through her fine body.
Then Denise turned and looked over her shoulder and saw the two men. They were handsome businessmen, obviously friends, both a little drunk, both gawking hotly at her amazing ass.
One of the men snapped a picture of Denise – her ass, the way she was posed, the intense look on her face, her brown eyes sparkling in the lights.
It was about time to go on the field, touching her white boots, her divine ass stuck up.
She wiggled to the left and to the right as if she were stretching her muscles. Her ass swung slowly.
"I'd eat a mile of her shit just to get to where it came from," one the men said.
Denise had been born with superior hearing. That's how she picked up the lewd comments of the handsome businessmen leering over the fence at her.
"Young girls get mature fast these days."
"She's a sweet package."
"I'd like to doggie-fuck her all the way to Memphis."
"I'll bet she'd be a hot little fuck." Denise turned sideways, waiting for her cue.
"And look at those tits. Shit!"
"Nice, huh? Real round and juicy."
"Oh, if I were only a teenager again. I'd be after that little honey like a panting dog."
Denise was excited by what they said. She wondered if men always talked like that about young girls. She guessed they did. Her chest heaved. She stood at attention.
She marched onto the field and performed brilliantly, full of confidence after hearing the men pant after her with their lewd, but strangely thrilling comments.
She looked wonderful in the lights, her tight red uniform sparkling, her fine body moving, wiggling, jumping, bumping, her baton like a knife spinning through the air, then falling like a piece of fire into her curling fingers. She twirled the baton between her legs, behind her back and over her head.
She received a satisfying round of applause from the stands as she marched off the field with the band. She watched the rest of the game with her uniform on, standing on the sidelines, down at one end with the band, who kept up the school spirit by playing the school fight song.
After the game Denise went with the band to change. She had her own little dressing room with the girls. She slid into a tight jeans skirt. The faded blue mini wrapped her hips like a wet rag. She pulled on a tight pink sweater. Her beautiful tits bulged against the thin cotton.
She slipped into short pink heels, fixed her long, sandy hair in a bobbing ponytail, and went with her friend Marlene James to the school dance in the gym.
Branson High always had a dance for the students after a home game. One of the locally popular DJ's was spinning records when Denise and Marlene went in.
They walked up to the punch table. Mrs. Reardon, the retiring principal, was chatting with a handsome man. Denise recognized him immediately as one of the men talking naughty about her at the game.
Mrs. Reardon turned and saw Denise. "Oh, Denise, you were very good tonight. Very good. I'll miss your performances."
"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Reardon. This is your last week, isn't it?"
"Yes. Oh, this is Mr. Park. Dick Park's father. He's in the PTA and agreed to serve as a PTA chaperone tonight."
"Hello, Denise." Mr. Park smiled. "Mrs. Reardon is right, you were great tonight."
Denise smiled and nodded.
"This is my friend, Marlene," she said. Mr. Park's son Dick was the quarterback on the football team. He was handsome, and now Denise knew where he got his good looks. Mr. Park was tall, had brown hair, was thin, and manly handsome.
More chatting followed, then Marlene spotted her boyfriend Derek and she went to dance with him. Denise suddenly found herself alone with Mr. Park.
Mrs. Reardon had wandered off, chattering and making an annoyance of herself.
Mr. Park said, "Nice dance."
"So you're Dick's father," Denise said. He nodded. "You were quite good tonight."
Denise smiled, then blushed.
They stood for a moment in silence.
"We seem to be the only ones not dancing," Mr. Park said. "Should we?"
It was not uncommon for the chaperones to sometimes dance with, the students, mostly in a playful way. Still, Denise thought it strange but exciting that he would ask her.
She found herself in his arms, dancing to a slow, lilting love ballad.
Denise was a little frightened. After all, he was a grown man, a handsome man with a thin, tall frame.
They danced slowly and Mr. Park moved her to the side, off in a corner where it was darker. He pulled her closer and Denise felt something against her. She backed up quickly, looked down, and saw a thumping erection wobbling and throbbing around in Mr. Park's slacks.
She stared at it, then glanced up at Mr. Park's face. Then she looked back down. A small grin toyed at her lips. Her pretty face was intense.
Mr. Park pulled her closer again. Denise felt his hard prick slap against her belly.
She trembled, all over. She'd never experienced anything so thrilling. Mr. Park was as hot as hell. His prick throbbed against Denise. She was breathless. Her cunt gooshed in her panties. He held her tighter.
Mr. Park was trembling too.
They were both hot.
Denise felt dizzy. Mr. Park thought his prick would explode in his pants.
"But, sir," Denise whispered, as he pulled her even tighter against his manliness.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry," he said. "I just can't help it."
Denise was staring down again, moving back from him, looking at the huge bulge in his pants.
He slid his hand down on her hip and quickly thrust it behind Denise and cupped one marvelous asscheek, then he pulled back.
"Oh, honey," he panted.
"You better not do that, Mr. Park," Denise whispered.
His cock pounded against her. Denise felt as though she was going to cum. Her pussy was dripping wet. She thought some of her cunt-juice might seep down her legs.
They rubbed against each other. Mr. Park kept a lookout, his eyes sweeping the gym to make sure no one was looking.
It was dark where they were, so he figured he was safe. He slid both hands behind Denise and clutched her exquisite little ass. "Ahhh!" Denise gasped, sucking in her breath.
His fingers spread on her asscheeks, felt the pliant, slick curves of her ass.
Denise had her pussy pasted to his thigh, rubbing, rolling, pushing, pressing the damp mound against his muscular leg.
His cock throbbed against her belly.
She felt it pulse spasmodically when Mr. Park dipped his hands to her ass. He kept feeling her back there, and as he did, his prick wiggled at her.
Denise had her pussy glued to his leg. Once it started, she was a goner. The delightful ripple of ecstasy fizzled through her in joyous rapture. She shuddered. Her body quaked against Mr. Park.
He held her tight, moved his hands up off her ass, pressed them flat onto her back, and felt her shaking.
"My God," he whispered. "You're cumming. You're actually getting it."
She was indeed. Her pussy was like a hot muffin steaming on Mr. Park's thigh. He held her tight, letting her shimmer through her climax, as his cock throbbed on her and spit jizz in his pants.
Denise couldn't believe what was happening, that she was cumming, clinging to a PTA chaperone, in the gym, dancing in slow movements.
Mr. Park had a difficult time fathoming the whole incident also. He had not been so hard or so hot since he was in his teens. His cock jumped, pumped, thumped and humped at Denise.
She had his cock pressed between them. She leaned into him, her legs fucking on his thigh, her pussy rubbing.
"Is anybody lookin'?" Denise whimpered.
"No, we're all right. It's okay. I don't think they can even see us over in this corner. Too dark."
She shuddered again.
"Go ahead, keep cumming, Denise! Go ahead, honey!" he whispered.
She rolled on his leg. Her belly swirled at his cock.
"Damn!" Mr. Park gasped.
He slid his hands down onto Denise's ass again, felt her fine behind, clapped his hands in a love-splatter, his fingers pinching.
He came.
Denise felt his cock throb wildly. She felt him shake. His hands clutched her ass and pinched insanely. She pumped hard, rolling and grinding against him.
"Honey-doll!" he panted. "Shit! I can't believe it – I'm getting it! I'm cumming, Denise. You're makin' me cum!"
Denise was still shivering though her own magnificent climax. She was feeling that wonderful buzz. That heavenly tingle. She had never felt so good, so overwhelmed with delight in her entire young life.
Mr. Park couldn't think of one thing in his life more exciting than what was happening to him, squirting his load in his shorts while he danced with a young freshman, while she rubbed her pussy on his thigh.
The record ended.
"God!" Mr. Park murmured.
Denise heaved a long sigh, her chest raising, her tits lifting.
It was if she was shaking off the last tickle of her climax.
"Meet me somewhere," Mr. Park said urgently.
"Huh? Ah, where?"
"I'm soaking wet," he whispered. Denise stepped back, looked down, and saw the damp spread of a cummy ooze. It made her shiver. His cock still bulged in his crotch.
"All the classrooms are locked," Denise said.
"Outside then!" he gasped, "Well, there are some trees and bushes on the south side of the gym," Denise said.
"Meet me there in a couple minutes," he said, buttoning his coat and tugging it down over his crotch to hide the jizz that was seeping through his slacks.