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CHAPTER FIVE

So many things had been happening and so fast, too, Angie thought to herself. She was enjoying all the action at Winston, loving all the sex that was happening to her, getting A's for showing off and masturbating with Mr. Martin. Life was sweet, she thought, and she could see that there were many things in life that her beauty and sexiness might bring her.

Mr. Martin had invited her over to his apartment, and she was thinking about that. They were to get together that evening after dinner.

He had said, "I want you to model for me, and I'm going to pay you."

His offer had excited her and she readily accepted.

That evening after dinner she told her grandmother she was going to meet a friend at the Pizza Hut, then she put on a pair of tight, faded jeans that crafted against her body so tightly they looked like cellophane. She matched the light blue with a dark blue sweater, a pair of one-inch white high heels, and walked to Mr. Martin's. She went around to the back door as he had instructed and knocked.

He let her in and they walked to the living room. Mr. Martin had on only a short terrycloth robe.

"Ah, darling," he said, "I'm so glad you came. I told you I'd pay you to model for me, and here is one hundred dollars."

Mr. Martin handed her a crisp bill. Angie had never seen a hundred-dollar bill before. She folded it and put it in her purse.

He picked up a camera and said, "Let's take some pictures."

Angie posed in the middle of the room, turning so he could shoot pictures of her from the front and the back, so he could get a shot of the way the jeans cradled her ass so tightly. Then he asked her to take the jeans down and off.

She slithered out of them and stood before him in her dark blue sweater, the white heels, and a pair of pussy-packed blue panties. Her blonde hair bobbed in double ponytails at the sides of her oval face. Her lips were freshly glossed with pink lipstick, and her cheeks glowed with rouge. She was indeed stunning, and Mr. Martin took several pictures of her.

"Put your thumbs in your panties like you're going to take them down," he instructed.

Angie thumbed the top of her panties and pulled them out. She smiled sexily, her lips tugging down at the corners of her mouth, and she pulled the panties out farther as if inviting him to dunk his hand inside.

He snapped a picture. Then he had her turn around and bend over, put her hands on her knees, and he took pictures of her ass. He instructed her to turn back around and take her panties down.

Angie pulled the blue undies down to her knees and showed him her beautiful blonde cunt.

"Take your sweater off," he said.

Angie pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the floor, stood with her swelling tits bulging out of a blue bra. Mr. Martin snapped a passionate picture. Angie set her legs apart, feet flat on the floor, and pushed her hips out. Then she cupped into her bra and brought out her big titties and set them up over the top so they were squished together succulently. "Ah, yes!" Mr. Martin muttered, snapping away.

His robe had fallen open and his huge horse prick was sticking out like a big lead pipe. Tears of cum covered the bright plum-red cock-head. Angie loved teasing him, and she turned around and showed him her smooth, naked ass. He took several pictures and reloaded the camera.

She stood, hands on hips, looking back over her shoulder, her little pants a tight stretch on her thighs, her marvelous ass so round, chubby, tight, beautiful. Mr. Martin flashed more pictures. She saw his cock squirt. It wobbled from side to side as he moved, and she was thrilled that she excited him so.

"I have another outfit I'd like you to model in, Angie," he said. "It's laid out on the bed in the bathroom."

"More pictures?" she asked.

"Just a few more, okay?"

Angie went to the bedroom took off her clothes and slipped into a pair of black stretch nylons that stayed up without garters. They had diamond designs down the back of the leg. She pulled them up over her legs onto her thighs, tugged them tightly, and they snapped into place. She wiggled into a tight pair of thin, nylon pink panties. She slipped into a black bra with underwired nylon lace half cups that really lifted her tits proudly, leaving the nipples uncovered. The bra was trimmed in pink. And to this she added a black waist-cincher that hooked up the front. It was lightly boned and gave her supple figure and hourglass shaping. The cincher was trimmed also in pink with pink ribbons down the front.

Angie stepped into a shiny pair of black high heels. She appraised her self in the mirror, fixed her double ponytails with black ribbons, made sure that they draped down the sides of her face.

She was stunning, and when she walked into the living room, Mr. Martin gasped in admiration. He took several pictures of her, then said, "I just want you to be sexy for me."

His cock was stiff, rigid and it kept spitting little gobs of cum. Angie sat down on the couch and spread her legs, put a sexy pout on her lips, slid her tongue out, and he snapped a photo.

After several more pictures, he put the camera down and sat in a big easy chair. Angie now stood in front of him. He grabbed his prick and began jerking slowly on the huge stalk. He eyed the lovely girl longingly.

"I'm gonna jerk to you," he whispered.

"I see that. You're playin' with your prick," Angie said.

"Yeah, feels good. You look so damn good."

"Do I?" Angie said, swaying over him, teasing him by tugging at her pink panties, pulling them down to reveal the fuzz carpet of cunt-hair between her legs, then letting them snap back up into place. She slowly moved her hips in and out, relishing the effect she was having on him.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

"What should I say?"

"Anything sexy. God, you're beautiful," he puffed, his hand working in a hot herky-jerky.

"It looks good, sir. That looks good when you play with your prick."

"When I jack it?"

"Yeah, when you jack on your cock, I like the way that looks."

He pumped faster on his hard cock. "Your prick is so long, sir. You're goin' faster, too. I like that."

"Do yourself, okay?" he said. "I'll just pull my panties down like this," Angie said, thumbing her pink pants, peeling them down to the tops of the nylons, showing off her pussy.

"Yeah, yeah!" Mr. Martin barked. "I'll just put my finger in my pussy like this and do it," she whispered.

"Finger your cunt, honey!" he huffed. "Well, jerk your prick, mister," Angie retorted.

"Oh, darling!" he gasped, pumping hard. "Masturbate that big prick, sir," Angie whispered. She stood now by the side of the chair, just over him. He reached up and cupped her ass with his free hand.

"What a beautiful ass you have," he said.

"Go faster, sir. Lemme see you rosily pump that prick, okay?"

"You like it, huh?"

"Yeah, I really do. I really like to see you jack-off, sir. Jeez that looks good, go on, faster, do it faster, you naughty bad man!"

"Oh, uh, darling!"

"Come on jerk to me," she whispered.

He fingered up and down the crack of her ass with one hand and hammered furiously on his prick with the other. Then he hooked his finger up her asshole.

"Ah! You're puttin' your itchy finger up my ass, sir. You shouldn't do that!"

"I'm fuckin' your asshole."

"I know," Angie said, diddling wildly on her clit, digging her finger in and out of her pussy.

"You like this?" he said.

"I love masturbatin', sir. I love seem a man play with his prick like that. I wanna see you shoot your stuff all over, too. I like it when you squirt all over."

"Oh, baby!" he cried, pounding savagely on his big prick, humping and pumping his hand.

"Okay, you do it to me. You jerk it, and I'll finger you," he said.

Angie grabbed his cock. She bent over just a bit so she could pump him. He reached out and slugged a finger in her pussy. She jerked his prick as fast as she could, her hand a sweet blur. He plugged her pussy with a hot finger. She had his cock in a hot, tight grip.

"I'm gonna cum!" he yelled.

"Okay then, do it, cum!" Angie urged, feeling the first flash of her own orgasm.

Mr. Martin's prick bulged in her hand. Then he unleashed an incredible load of cream that flew out high into the air. Angie pumped faster and faster.

"That's it, that's it!" she babbled. "Oh, shoot it, sir! Shoot it! I love it when you shoot it!"

Angie came with him, the flowery feeling of ecstasy kicked through her. She stiffened, buzzed all over, pumped hard and fast, milking all of Mr. Martin's hot load.

"I loves to jack-off a man like this," she sighed, watching in amazement at the jetting cream that streamed from the head of her teacher's big cock.

"Well, you're really doin' it good, Angie, you're really beatin' my meat for me!"

"Uh-huh, I am, and it's gushing all over," Angie said, her pumping hand soaked with hot, thick cum-cream. Her hand continued to slurp up and down the monster prick-stick, sliding effortlessly, her red fingernails dripping with jizz, while her other hand diddled her cunt.

Mr. Martin fucked her asshole with his finger, and they were caught in the splendor of their splendid act. Finally Angie reached out and grabbed the back of the chair for balance, huffing, puffing, catching her breath.

She let go of Mr. Martin's prick. The stalk was creamy, still hard, still throbbing, wiggling as it spit out little drips of final cum.

"I wanna see you jack it again, sir," Angie sighed, "I wanna see you masturbate that big prick for me."

He gasped, grabbing his cock, sliding a slow stroke on it.

"Yeah, like that, whew golly! That's good, sir!"

"How would you like to see more than one man masturbate to you, Angie?" he whispered.

"Phew, shit, I'd like that!"

"Come over tomorrow night. Some of my howling buddies will be here. You can see all of us jerk to you, if you'll be sexy for us."

"Okay," she said quickly. "I'll come over after the football game. Will my cheerleading uniform be sexy enough?"

"Yes, yes!" he cried, pumping his prick, humping his ass up off the chair.

"Ooooh, sir, look at that, you're really jerkin'!" Angie cried. "For you, darling."

"Yeah, jerk for me!" She gulped, swaying now in front of him. She took her panties down, took them off, then dangled them on the tip of his prick as he jacked.

"Yeah, yeah, tickle the head!" he yelped. "I want you jerkin', sir. I want you masturbatin' like that to me!"

"Oh, wait till tomorrow night!" he exclaimed.