She knew, too, that he'd be playing with it as he watched her cheer.
She bumped her hips to the left, to the right, rotated them in a precious undulation, turned around, bent over, and her little blue skirt rode up high over her red panties.
The girls wiggled their asses, turned around again, took two steps forward, put their hands on their knees, spread their legs wide and rolled their hips.
She could see the figure in the window watching her, and she could see the boys and men in the bleachers gawking at her. She loved the attention and showed off appropriately, giving them all a generous display of her lovely, young talented body.
Suzy was so glad she had made the cheerleading squad. She was a sincere exhibitionist at heart. Showing off excited her and delighted her.
She was by far the sexiest and prettiest girl on the squad, and she knew it. All eyes were on her every move. A girl this pretty, this fine was a sheer joy to behold in the little town of Jefferson City.
At the half she made a beeline for the school house with the rest of the girls to fix up in the girls' room. She had her honey-blonde hair in a sweet ponytail tied up with a cute red ribbon. She made sure it was in place, blushed her cheeks with some red rouge and applied a fresh splash of pink lip gloss. Then she headed upstairs for Mr. Holiday's office.
She knocked and said, "It's Suzy."
Mr. Holiday called her in. He sat in his chair, behind his desk, zipping up his fly.
Suzy breezed into the room. "Did you do it, sir? I saw you in the window. Did you do it?"
"You jerked off to me while I was cheerleading?" she asked, a simmer of excitement shivering through her divine body.
"Mmmmmmm, yes," he smiled.
"Did you like it? Was it good?"
"Oh, yes and you were performing for me, too."
"Are you gonna jerk-off again?" She moved toward the desk, her little skirt skipping around on her thighs.
"Uh-huh." He began unzipping his fly. He took his prick out. It was half-hard. He fisted the stalk midway down. His cock was all gooey with cream. The pricktip glistened with thick jizz.
Suzy looked at the window. "You squished all over the window pane, didn't you, sir?"
"Oooooh!"
"Did you get hot showing off?" he asked. She moved to him and held up her skirt, showed him her sweet red bloomers. "Just feel," she said.
He reached out and fingered into the crotch of her panties. It was all wet there, warm and gooey. "Ah, you sweet brat, you're all juicy."
"I know." Suzy smiled.
His hand rubbed her pussy, his itchy fingertips pressing into the crunchy softness of her cunt, pressing into the shiny, red bloomer briefs, feeling the incredible stickiness of her spritzing pussy.
She stood above him, adorable, her lake-blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "You love it, don't you?"
"You know I do, and so do you. I get the feeling you delight in exciting men, my darling." Mr. Holiday smiled, his hand stroking his big mule-prick.
Suzy watched his cock rise and become hard as lead.
"You were marvelous out there on the field, Suzanne," Mr. Holiday said.
"I'm glad you liked me. What did you like best?"
"When you did those little bumps-and-grinds."
She backed away from him. "Like this?" she undulated her hips in and out, around and around. "When we shake it like this, then put our legs out wide, turn around, and our skirts swirl up so you can see our panties?"
"Oh, yes!" Mr. Holiday cried, watching intently.
"You were beatin' off to me then, I'll bet, huh?"
"Indeed it was you, darling minx."
"You sweet whore."
"Mr. Holiday, how you talk."
"You like it."
"I like the way you're playin' with your prick."
"Uh-huh, I know you do."
She pulled up her little skirt, holding it up around her waist. She bumped her hips in and out, giving him a real thrill with the sexy sway.
"I wanna fuck you, Suzy," he gulped.
"I want you to fuck me, too," she said, turning around bending over, arching her ass at him, whirling it around in a very slow grind. "Do you think you can put that big cock in me?"
"Get up on my desk," he said.
Suzy came over, hoisted herself up and sat on the edge of his desk. Mr. Holiday stood up. He dropped his slacks and shorts. Then he roamed his hands up her thighs. He took her bloomers down, pulled them off her knees, down around her ankles, and they fell to the floor.
"Now lay back," he said.
Suzy lay back on the desk. He moved between her legs. He lifted her legs into a big V. "You hold them up for me," he said.
Suzy watched his face, and she grabbed her legs, keeping them open in that wide V. Mr. Holiday moved in on her. He stood before her, took his cock in his hand, then with the other hand he spread the lips of her pussy.
He laid his prick in the silt so that it was like a huge foot-long hotdog in a little bun. She looked down and saw the big red cockhead looking up at her.
He began fucking in and out, sliding his prick on the slit of her pussy, rubbing against the cunt lips, and on the quivering clit.
"Oh, jeez, Mr. Holiday!" Suzy sighed.
"See, it doesn't have to be in there to fuck, Suzy," he whispered, his voice hot with emotion.
"You're just fuckin' on top of my pussy," she whimpered.
"Yes."
"Oh, sir. Your cock is so big, but it feels good."
Her pussy lips were tight on the stalk of his prick. He kept shoving in and out, his cock on top of her cunt, sliding along the open lips of her slick cunt slit.
Suzy lay back on the desk with her head craned up, looking down watching the beautiful sight. "You better not squirt stuff all over me, sir. I gotta go back out and cheerlead."
He pumped faster and harder.
"Besides, you gotta stand in the window and jerk on your prick again," she said.
"I know, I know," he panted. "Oh, Suzy, you're so beautiful. You're everything a man could ever want."
This was sweet music to the young, school girl's ears. She moved her ass off the table and pumped up to the sliding cock.
Mr. Holiday backed off. But then he was all of a sudden bent over and had his mouth on her muffin-cunt.
"I wanna eat it," he blurted, and then chomped into her delicious pussy.
"Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy," he murmured. "Your sweet, sweet pussy."
"Oh, oooh, sir," she sighed softly, feeling an electric buzz of ecstasy shoot through her as he sucked her cunt into tis mouth and nibbled.
"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," he mumbled. "Golly, jeez!" she huffed. "You're suckin' my cunt again, Mr. Holiday. Oh, wow! Like that. Yeah! Good, good, oooohh, good, sir."
He chewed and sucked, nibbled and fucked at her cunt with his ooozing tongue, flapping it against her pussy slit, then sucking the muffin into his mouth and chomping it lovingly.
Suzy let her legs down. They drooped over Mr. Holiday's shoulders. She lay squirming on the desk, her long blonde ponytail swishing against his lecture notes, her little cheerleading skirt a blushing blue and white up around her waist.
Mr. Holiday slid his hands under her and cupped her ass. He lifted it off the desk, clutching the glorious ass cheeks in his greedy hands. He lowered himself to the chair. He sat down and feasted on Suzy's tasty pussy.
She whimpered with joy. An ecstatic ripple of delight buzzed her body. She pushed her hips up, bumping her pussy into his face. He licked at it like a hungry horse at water. He clutched her ass tighter.
He would suck all her pussy into his mouth chew it lovingly, then slick his tongue at her slit' fucking in and out, licking up and down.
Finally Mr. Holiday nailed her clit.
"Ah, ooooff!" Suzy cried, delightedly. "Yeah, good!"
Her climax came fast, gripping her in a vice of pleasure. Her lovely body stiffened. Her elegant legs shot straight out in a wide V. Mr. Holiday munched wildly.