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"Well, how much did you get?" Chris whispered as the girls rode home in the cab.
"I haven't even counted it, but it's way over a thousand dollars. Can you believe it?" Nancy answered.
"Yeah, you aren't kiddin'. He gave me a hundred dollars."
"You aren't gonna tell anyone about this are you, Chris?"
"No, no way." Chris smiled.
Nancy got out at her house, a small stucco duplex six blocks from the high school. She went in.
Nancy's mother was home from her waitress job. She lay on the couch in an old robe, asleep, an empty gin bottle on the floor. The TV set was on. Nancy turned it off and went to her room.
Nancy counted her money. She was elated. To get so much money for having so much fun was exciting. She smiled to herself, undressed, took a warm bath, then went to bed.
All night she dreamed about squirting cocks... Big juicy pricks spurting plush plops, gloppy blobs of cum. Huge pricks shooting streams of thick cream... hot hard-ons throbbing, bulging, the cockheads big as polished apples.
The next morning she awakened hot and creamy. Her hand slid between her legs, and she fucked herself with her finger, making herself cum.
She took another bath and dressed in tight, faded blue-jeans that clung to her fine body like cellophane. She slipped on a pretty pink sweater, tied her hair in a long ponytail with a pink ribbon. Her hair was parted in the middle and banged out across her forehead. She blushed her cheeks, then added a thick swash of pink lipgloss.
Under her attire, she wore pink panties and bra. She added a pair of pink tennies with white laces. The darling schoolgirl looked stunning, adorable... good enough to eat, and she knew it.
At school, Nancy found Chris who also had on a light-blue pair of jeans... And if Nancy thought her jeans were tight, Christine's were so snug it looked like she might have been sucked into them, and the faded denim curved and clung to the precious curves of her juicy ass. Her tight, light-blue sweater pulled in on her titties.
Chris with the perfecto ass, and Nancy with the big titties, walked down the hall at Valley High.
"Jeez, is that guy gonna see you again?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, he said he'd call me."
"He must be real rich."
"He says he is."
"He must be," Chris said, "to part with all that money."
"I know."
"Doesn't it excite you... I mean that he'd pay us to play?"
"Yeah, exciting!"
They passed Mr. Towson, the English teacher, a tall handsome man who had sandy hair, glasses, a very masculine face and body.
"You know about him?" Chris whispered, pointing.
"No."
"I heard he's got a cock big as a fence post."
"Oh, come on!"
"Well, not that big, but I hear he's really hung."
"Really?
"Let's tease him," Chris said, "Turn him on, huh?"
"How?"
Mr. Towson was just a few steps past them.
Chris bent over the water fountain, turned on a pissing spray of water, then looked over her shoulder. "Hi, Mr. Towson!"
He stopped, turned and eyed her ass, the pudgy, puffed-up asscheeks gloved salaciously by her tight jeans.
"Oh, hello, ladies."
Chris arched out her ass, then bent over and took a drink. She turned back around.
"We were wonderin' what we're gonna talk about in Lit class today."
"The Elizabethan period," Mr. Towson replied.
"Mmmm." Chris smiled. "Can you give us some notes before class, sir?"
"Uh, yes, of course. Come to my office."
Chris smiled as she tugged at Nancy's arm. The gorgeous girls followed the handsome English teacher to his office. They went in. The walls of his office were stuffed with books. His desk was piled with papers, lecture notes, books with dog-eared pages.
"Oh my, it's a little messy in here," he apologized.
"We don't care," Chris said. "Right, Nancy?"
"Naw, we don't care, sir."
"Well, let me see now," Mr. Towson said, sweeping his arm across his desk, sending the messy papers and books tumbling to the floor. "Sit down, girls, sit down."
There were no chairs in the cluttered office.
Nancy laughed. "Uh, we'll just stand here by the desk, you sit in your chair."
"Yes, yes, ah, lemme see, oh yes... the Elizabethan period, the reign of Queen Elizabeth. The poetry of the period is what we will be concerned with. The poetry of Donne, John Donne, the themes, the fact that during this period the people believed that each time they had sex, reached a sexual climax, they lost a day of their life, that sex burned up their life... so consequently much of Donne's poetry deals with this, in his early writings. Much of the poetry was divided between should we have sex and should we not have sex."
Chrissie moved closer to him. He was paging through a fat book of English poetry. Her shoulder touched his. Her sweet perfume wafted over him.
Nancy moved in on the other side and got close, letting the point of one of her big tits punch into his bicep.
"Ah, ammmm, yes. Well, an interesting period in English literature indeed... Andrew Marvell's poem about his lady's girdle is most unusual, how he wished he could enfold his sweetheart as tightly as her ribbonish decoration."
"Gee," Chris whispered.
"Wrote about her girdle, huh?" Nancy said.
Mr. Towson wiggled in his chair.
Nancy looked at his crotch. So did Chris. They saw there the lifting of an incredible erection. How could the poor man help but get hot? Trying to do his job, educate the youth of America, school them in the liberal arts, and to have two darling girls, beautiful students, pressing into him like bookends, sent a shiver of thrilling excitement through him.
"Ah, yes, to her girdle. Well, it's a beautiful poem."
"We'll be sure to read it," Chris said.
"Yes, I shall lecture about Marvell at length."
Nancy looked up at Chris. Chris looked down at Mr. Towson's erection, now ballooning up as a bulging curl against the crotch of his gray slacks. His prick was so hard, so big, that there could be no way anyone could not focus on the throbbing lift.
Nancy saw Chris push closer, rub her fluffy tits against his arm. Nancy did the same with her huge tits. They both watched as his cock thumped in delighted response.
"Ah, yes, will that be all, ladies?"
"What's that in your pants, sir?" Chris cooed.
"Ah, well! My, my!" he said, looking down. "Uh, ahem, a most embarrassing occurrence."
"Yeah, what's that?" Nancy asked.
"You're all hot and stiff, Mr. Towson!" Chris exclaimed.
"He really is!" Nancy chirped.
"Ah... well..."
"You got a hard-on, sir?" Chris asked sexily.
"I apologize, girls. A most distressing circumstance... I --"
"Why don't you show it to us?" Chris said.
"Yeah, we'd like to see it, Mr. Towson. Your boner there."
"Now, now, a little decorum here, girls."
"Let us see it?"
"That would be impossible, out of line."
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