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CHAPTER TWO

The next day Angie was dressed in her cheerleading uniform for the big game that afternoon. She wore a tiny black skirt that was much like her school skirt in that it fit tightly at the top, the waist, and around the hips, then flared into pleats. At the hem of the skirt were two stripes of gold. She wore a black vest with a yellow blouse underneath and black knee socks with black and yellow tennis shoes.

Angie had her hair parted in the middle with bangs that featured two lovely blonde ponytails that bobbed at the side of her head, held up in a loop by black yarn.

Her cheeks were polished red with rouge and she wore a bright cherry lipstick. She looked beautiful, alluring, sexy, enchanting – a Goddess.

Mr. Martin caught up with her and whispered, "Come to my office for a minute, will you?"

"What are we gonna do, sir?"

"I need to see you."

"Now?"

"Yes."

Angie waited by the water fountain for a minute, then she made her way to Mr. Martin's office upstairs. She knocked and he admitted her. She thought maybe someone had seen them in the classroom the previous day, and he perhaps was worried.

He wore a tweed jacket and jeans with a blue, button-down shirt and a dark blue tie. His long sandy hair was in place as was his well trimmed mustache. He didn't look in his forties at all.

"Have you been thinking about yesterday?" he said.

"Uh-huh… well, yes!"

"Oh, I have too, Angela. You must have realized by now how much I adore [missing text]."

She really didn't know what to say to this admission. "Do you really, sir?"

His eyes were grazing the outrageous bulge of her tits in the tight little vest, popping out the buttons that threaded a golden line down the middle of it.

They stood in silence. Angie noticed the growing bulge in his tight jeans. He admired her fresh beauty as it rippled against the curvaceous tit of her tight uniform.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her fine body pressed against his tall, lean frame. He loved the feel of her young figure, and he kissed her warmly, lovingly, his mouth open, wet, hot.

Angie had kissed a couple of boys before, but they were her age and didn't know how to kiss like Mr. Martin. She felt lightheaded in his muscular arms. She trembled. Her hips were pushed against his hard erection.

Mr. Martin fanned his hands down over her back and plunged them into the delightful curve of her ass. He cupped the cheeks and squeezed.

They broke their kiss, both shaking with passion.

"Oh, Angie," he mumbled, holding her close, his hands still exploring the magnificent roundness of her rump. "Oh, darling, I'm crazy about you."

"Sir."

"Shall we masturbate again? Shall we feel good again like we did yesterday?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"This time, I'll rub you and you can rub me, would that be all right, and I'll give you an A for the course?"

"Okay," she gulped, and his hand was under her skirt feeling her thighs.

"Yeah, let's," he said.

"I've never done that before though. I don't know how."

"Oh, but I'll show you, honey!"

His hand lifted her skirt up and he peeked at her black, tight panties, her curvy bloomers. "I'll do you first."

Mr. Martin dug down into her panties, his hand feeling the precious mound of fuzzy blonde cunt-hair. He rubbed, then when the slit spritzed wet and sticky, he slipped a finger in.

"Maybe we should take your skirt off. It would be easier," he said.

"Gee, you think so?"

He already had his hands behind her and unbuttoned the one button and unzipped the short zipper. The skirt loosened and fell on her hips. She wriggled her hips and it floated to the floor at her ankles.

Angie stepped out of the skirt, looking ravishing in the black vest, the yellow blouse, the black knee sacks, and the incredibly tight black bloomers.

Her blonde hair contrasted with all the black to make her appear as an enchanting Goddess. Her pretty face, heavily rouged, seemed to glow with anticipation of what was about to happen there in the teacher's office.

Mr. Martin peered longingly at her sexy beauty and once again pulled her to him, kissed her hotly. His hands fluttered on Angie's young, tight, round ass. His huge cock throbbed in his jeans and thumped at her belly.

He dunked his hand into her bloomers again and hooked a finger into her pussy. His free hand tugged at the tight pants and he managed to pull them down on her thighs. Then he began a simmering finger-fuck. He knew how to do it, how to make the lass feel good, and Angie thrilled to this new experience. It was the first time any man had fingered her.

"We don't have much time," he whispered. That didn't matter to Angie, because she was already thrilling to his finger which was making slushy clicking sounds, as though someone were chewing a big wad of bubble gum.

"Does that feel good, honey?" he whispered.

"Yeah!"

"I'm finger-fuckin' you, Angie."

"I know."

"You have such a tight, nice pussy, darling!" He gulped.

"Ooooh," Angie mumbled.

"A hot cunt, that's what you have, and it needs to be fingered good like this, doesn't it?"

"I guess it does, sir."

"Oh, yeah it does. It needs a good fingerfuck."

Angie stood limp. Her hands at her sides. She looked down and saw the thumping rock-hard prick throbbing against his tight jeans. She reached down and palmed her hand over the long, bending stalk.

With his free hand, Mr. Martin played with her big tits, fondling, cupping, and squeezing the lovely orbs. His finger sliced faster and faster.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum, Angie. Tell me when you're gonna feel good!"

"Oh, shit, sir," she mumbled.

"Want me to fuck your cunt faster?"

"Yeah, yeah!" she panted.

He diddled his blazing finger in and out in a slick fluid drive that sent joyous tingles of sheer delight radiating through Angie's gorgeous body.

"Mmmmmm, mmmm," Angie muttered.

Mr. Martin knew she was hot. He could tell by the muffled sighs escaping her red lips. He rubbed his finger wildly in her cunt, then made a move he'd been thinking about since their last meeting.

"We can do each other at the same time, Angie," he said, his finger still sloshing in and out of her pussy. "I'll just get behind you."

He pulled the finger out, moving behind the lovely girl. He dropped his jeans. He wore no shorts. His cock slapped up against Angie's ass. She could feel the heated cock-head on the cheeks of her ass.

"Sir, what…"

"I'll put him through your legs, through your thighs," he said, fisting his prick, guiding it between Angie's legs. The hard, ten-inch cock appeared to Angie's gaping eyes as the stalk slid wildly out the other side, sticking there a full six inches or more. It looked like she herself had a prick.

"Oh, jeez. What'cha doin' now, sir?"

"You grab it, Angie, just grab my prick, do it underhanded yeah, that's it, and pump on it, and as you jerk me let it rub an your pussy, rub you off!" Mr. Martin instructed from behind her, his hands going down to cup her beautiful ass.

"Oh," Angie sighed, her hand clutching the big, thick prick. "Oh, your prick is so long, Mr. Martin."

"Pull up on it as you jerk it, rub it back into your cunt."

"My cunt, my cunt!" Angie babbled.

Angie jerked on his huge prick in a sweet underhanded slide, her thumb, extended. She pulled back on the stalk so it slicked in a friction fuck on the lips of her pussy, rubbed at her swelling clit.

Mr. Martin reached around in front of her and cupped her tits, pushed his hips at her ass. He squeezed the titties, loved them with gnarled fingers.

"That's the way," Mr. Martin raved. Angie was in a dither. She thrilled to his big cock in her hand, against her pussy. She was inflamed with passion. Her hand slithered on his monster prick. A shudder, a tremor of excitement, a rush of emotion spread through her as her hand flurried on the teacher's cock.

She bent over a bit, pushed her smooth ass back against his naked hips, rolled her ass instinctively, pressed the curvy cheeks to his thighs and belly.

"Jerk me, honey," he whispered in her ear, squeezing her tits.

Angie thrilled to the throb of his cock, the twitter of the stalk on her cunt. Her pants slipped down to her knees. She wiggled her ass, pumped the prick, pumped it hard.

"Yeah, darlin', now you got it!" Mr. Martin blabbered.

"Yeah, I got it, sir. I got it!"

He took one hand and put it on her chin, turned her head and kissed her moist lips. He humped behind her, pushing and pumping his cock through her legs. Angie gripped the cockstalk tightly and rubbed it on the lips of her sucking pussy.

"You know I love you, huh?" he murmured. "Uh-huh," she said, breaking away from his sucking lips.

"I'd do anything for you, give you anything, do anything," he blabbed.

"Oh, yeah!" she cried, in a tizzy, her voice trembling with a feverish excitement.

"Jerk me, Goddamn you!" he huffed.

"Ah, sir!" she yelled, feeling a flare, a blaze, a whirlwind of passion kick through her at his beautiful words.

"Come on, pump, baby, pump!" Angie was red-hot. A flaming glow was ablaze within her. She jerked his prick in a hot herky-jerky. Her whale body rushed with the first flush of climax.

"Sir! I'm gonna cum. You told me to tell you when I was gonna get a feel-good," Angie panted, her voice full of excitement. "Well, I'm gonna feel good, sir."

"Faster, jerk me faster. Oh, God… yes. Like that, baby! Shit. Oh, yeah!" Mr. Martin yelped.

Angie cried, a deep-felt flurry of emotion gripping her young body.

His prick bulged in her hand. She'd never felt anything like it. The friction of the fucking stalk against her pussy pushed her to the edge, to the raging cum she so much loved and needed.

"Oh, uh! Here it comes, sir!" she cried and the ecstasy of climax whirled through her.

His prick started shooting. Cream jetted from the enlarged cock-head. Angie looked down and watched the way she pumped and the spray that shot out.

Mr. Martin cried, squeezing wildly on her tits. "Oh, jeez, sir? Whoof! Jeez! You're shootin' stuff!"

"Ah, yeah. Cummin' with yah!" Angie shook with the ruffle of twittering orgasm, a hysteria, a madness that overtook her and spun her into a tornado of satisfaction.

She pumped and pumped and pumped on his cock as it rubbed her pussy. She'd never had such a shaking, shivering, flustering feeling.

"I love it!" she huffed. "Oh, I love it!" And he tucked her chin in and watched the eruption of steaming cream from Mr. Martin's cock. Her hand was caked white with the sticky goo of his ejaculation. His cock was like a creamed banana. Her hand slid easily on the iron-hard prick-stalk. The juice sprayed from between her legs, shot out in a looping arc, then splashed in puddles to the hardwood floor.

Mr. Martin squeezed her tits and humped in and out behind her, his knees bent, his head and chin on her shoulder, his tongue sending shiver into her ear all down her side.

Angie gripped his squirting prick with hands and hammered hard, pumping out his full load, loving the sight of the jizz fizzing in a hot, steamy stream.

"You, my darling, are wonderful," he panted, sloshing his tongue in her ear.

"Your cock just keeps gooshin'," Angie whispered.

"Ahhhh, God, it feels good," he moaned.

She was still tingling with her own climax, her own flutter of orgasm, a vibration that jiggled through her with a divine intensity.

"Oh, yeah, yeah… feels good!" she managed, her voice shaking, quivering.

The tide of their passion finally subsided. Angle's stroke stopped. Mr. Martin pulled back, his creamy prick-stick sliding through her thighs leaving a trail of juice on the insides.

He spun her around, looked at her longingly. "I am truly crazy about you, dear," he whispered, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.