"Eatin' your shit," Mr. Park mumbled. It was beautiful, wonderful, fabulous feeling for the little girl, an exciting tingle of pleasure she had never felt before. She bent over slightly at the waist as Mr. Park fucked her asshole with his wet, slobbery tongue.
He slashed up and down her asscrack, long wet slapping, flapping tongue-strokes, then twirled his tongue at her ass-bud again.
"Eating a mile of shit!" Denise moaned. "Mmmmmm, mmmmmm!" Mr. Park murmured behind her, spreading her asscheeks and sucking on her asshole, his mouth like a big plunger, his tongue wiggling like a minnow at her tight shit-hole.
"Gawwwwwwd!" Denise cried. "Jeeeez."
Sweet, tingling joy shimmered through her fine teen body. She stood bent over at the waist, her hands on her thighs, her ass arched.
Mr. Park clapped her asscheeks apart and his tongue continued to lap, his mouth sucking in loud, obscene slurps.
Denise enjoyed the tongue fucking her asshole, the way Mr. Park slithered and licked up and down her asscrack so tickly and good.
"You like my ass, don't you, sir?" she whispered.
"Mmmm, mmmm!" he moaned. "You were watchin' it at the football game, weren't you?"
"Mmmm, damn right," he said. "It looked good enough to eat."
"And now you're eatin' my ass too!" Denise gasped.
"Yes, yes!" he panted, licking his tongue up her asscrack. "Butt-fudge, mmmmmm, delicious, mmmmmm!"
Then he sent his tongue twirling at her asshole again.
"Oh, God!" Denise cried joyously. He tongue-fucked her wildly. Denise slid one hand between her legs and started masturbating her sweet pussy. She felt dizzy with delight.
"Oooooh, sir!" she whimpered.
"Eatin' your ass! Eatin' your shit!" Mr. Park moaned, his face in her asscrack, his mouth circling into a big round suction cup. He sucked at her shit-hole.
"Ahhh, awwww, Gawwwd!" Denise groaned. She diddled her little cunt.
"Best ass, so good, best I've ever seen! Love your ass, Denise!" Mr. Park moaned, still moving his tongue, still sucking.
"And you'd eat miles of my shit to get to where it came from," Denise said, her words steaming into the bright autumn night.
"Yessssssssss!" he hissed, licking furiously up and down.
Then he tongued her asshole with a wild thrust. His tongue screwed into her shitter like a drill.
Denise stiffened.
"Awwww, geeee, here I go!" she whispered.
Mr. Park felt her shaking. He fucked his tongue deeper into her ass.
"Shit!" Denise yelped.
She came so fast and so good that she thought she might fall down. She took her hand out of her pussy, clutched her legs just above the knees and shuddered through a beautiful climax.
Mr. Park got up off the grass. He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down.
Denise turned around and saw his huge cock. It was the first time she'd seen one. She gasped loudly, and her eyes opened wide as she stared at Mr. Park's huge prick.
His cock stuck out from between his legs like a big hard hunk of iron, a full nine inches long, thick in width, the head round, red and all bubbly with fuck-cream.
"Sir!" Denise gasped.
He reached out and took her arm, then brought it over so her hand was on his big cock.
Denise stood off to the side of him, and she got a hitchhiking grip on the prick. She pumped in and out as though she were standing at the side of the road trying to hitch a ride.
"That's it, pump it, honey!" Mr. Park whispered.
"Like this?"
"Yes, Denise, like that, baby!"
"It's shootin' slimy stuff, sir!"
"Shooting cum, Denise, cum for you! It's shooting that slimy cream because you make me so hot, because you make my prick so hard!"
"Ooowwwhhooo!" Denise whispered. Her skirt was still up on her waist. Her peachy-hot tits bobbled in her pink sweater. She jerked Mr. Park's enormous cock for him with cute little strokes, her thumb sticking out from her cock-grip, blurring with the fast motions of her hand.
Denise stood beside him, her skirt up, her legs and ass bare, her feet in the little pink heels.
She pumped the older man's prick with sweet strokes. His prick kept spitting.
He reached over and fanned a hand behind her and caressed her glorious ass.
"That's the finest ass in the world," he whispered.
"Thanks, sir," Denise said.
"You saw us looking at you at the game?"
"Yes."
"But you couldn't have heard us, how did you know to say that line about a mile of shit?"
Denise smiled and beat his cock faster, pounding hard and quick.
"Oh, yesss!" Mr. Park sighed. "Don't stop! Jack me, you sweet little fucker!"
Denise was hot again. The way he talked excited her, and the big cock in her hand thrilled her. His admiring, appreciative hand circling her ass lovingly made her tingle.
He stuck a finger up Denise's asshole.
"Awww! Ohhh! Hey!" Denise gasped.
She pumped harder.
Mr. Park came. An incredible shower of cum jetted from his big prick.
"Ohhh, gawwwwd!" Denise groaned.
"Jeceez! Shit! Slimy stuff all over! Sir!"
"Denise, Denise!" he moaned, cumming in hot squirts.
His body shook and shivered with pleasure. His prick kept spitting big gunks of cum out into the bushes, spraying the green leaves with thick cream.
"It just keeps shootin'," Denise said. "You sweet little girl!" Mr. Park moaned.
Denise pumped him dry. "We'd better go back into the school now, Mr. Park."
"Could I see you again, Denise?"
"Well, ah, jeez, I dunno. Do you wanna see me again?"
"Oh, yes, in the worst way."
"Okay then, let me know." Denise pulled her panties on and walked back into the gym, melting into the crowd as if nothing had happened.
But something had happened, and Denise had loved it. She could never remember feeling so good, so excited, and now so calm.
CHAPTER THREE
Denise looked sexy and cute in her majorette uniform, her twirler outfit. She had on the shiny black uniform that gloved her ass in a cradle of love. The little outfit was low-cut, and her tits pushed it out.
She wore a white majorette hat with a tassel on it, hooked to her head by a severe, black strap along her cheeks and under her chin.
Her white boots were shiny and new.
Her long sandy hair hung in a ponytail. She had her hair up, hidden by the tall majorette cap. Bangs were visible on her forehead just below the shiny black bill of the hat.
It was an hour before the game and Denise walked down the hall in the basement of Branson High School. She was killing time, calming herself before her performance.
She turned a corner and Mr. Cavendish, the new principal, was coming down the stairs. He was a tall man of broad stature, very handsome, academic-looking. He had brown hair and wore a pair of black slacks, a blue shirt with a striped tie, and a brown tweed coat.
He was in his forties.
He stopped and smiled. "Hello, there…"
"Hi, Mr. Cavendish."
"And you're ah – let's see…"
"Denise."
"Yes, yes, the twirler. You are wonderful, Denise."
"Gee, thanks, sir," Denise said, thrilled with the compliment from the new principal. They stood awkwardly for a moment, Mr.
Cavendish's eyes roving her lovely body, the tight black uniform, the push of her tits, the tight snugness of her crotch, her beautiful young face.
He got a hard-on.
Denise saw his erection and how it punched out the crotch of Mr. Cavendish's slacks. Her mouth dropped open.
"You are gorgeous!" he gasped.
"Gosh, thank you, sir."
They stood again in silence for a few moments.
Mr. Cavendish's cock was jumping around, throbbing and wiggling in his slacks like a fish.
Denise looked from the erection to his handsome, rugged, face.