"Miss hot pants schoolgirl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Parker Victoria)

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day at school Missy wore a tight skirt, now the rage among the girl students. The blue denim clutched at her fine ass. She had on a pair of little white high heels and a white sweater.

Mr. Maxwell caught up with her. "Hi, let's go meet in the faculty men's room."

"Gee, sir. I gotta go to class."

"Forget it. I'll write you a slip."

"Well… I guess it's okay."

He strode away.

Missy went first to the girls' room. She checked her hair and tied it tightly with the white yarn, put some new pink lip gloss on her lips and added a splash of burnt orange rouge to her cheeks.

She went to the men's faculty toilet. Mr. Maxwell took her into a toilet stall, the end one, and locked the door.

"Know what I wanna do this morning?" he whispered.

"Fuck my face again?"

"No, I wanna dog fuck."

"Dog fuck, sir?"

"Yes, let me show you," he said, "get down on the floor."

Missy got down.

"On your hands and knees."

She got situated, on the cement floor that smelled pungently of wintergreen. She put her palms flat on the floor, on her knees, her ass looking magnificent and sexy pushing back against the little denim skirt.

Mr. Maxwell got down behind her. He pushed the jeans skirt up over her ass. He stripped her pink panties down on her thighs and bent in and kissed her puffy asscheeks.

"Sir, you're kissin' my ass again," Missy said.

"Uh-huh, let me take your pretty panties off, darling," he mumbled, raining kisses all over her ass.

He yanked her panties down to her knees, slid them along her calves, and pulled them off. "Now, we're gonna dog fuck," he said.

He pulled his slacks and shorts down. His big cock splattered up against Missy's ass. He rubbed it all around, slid it up and down her ass crack, the dribbles of cum slushing and creaming his action.

He pounded the cock head at her taut asscheeks. He slugged his hand around the cockstalk tightly and flapped the big cock head at her rump.

"I have to give you a little spanking with my prick," he whispered.

"Why? What'd I do?" Missy said, looking back over her shoulder.

She looked so sweet there on her hands and knees in the toilet stall, her blue denim skirt up on her belly, her white sweater drooling with her jumbo tits.

"Well, you just need a good cock-whollop," Mr. Maxwell said. "You need to feel my hard cock… and it's hard, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You need to be paddled with my prick because you drive me so crazy… because I'm so damn hot for you."

"Whew, boy, you're paddlin' it at me, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm spanking you with my prick."

"That's bad, sir."

"You're the one who's bad."

"No, you are." His prick slipped between her slick thighs. "Plug me in," Mr. Maxwell said. Missy got a hold of the cockstalk as it slicked between her legs. She underhanded the throbbing hard-on. "Plug it in? You mean put it in my pussy, sir?"

"Yes. Come on. Come on, damn it! Get it in there!" Mr. Maxwell barked.

Missy rolled her ass back at him. She lifted his cock. She slid her knees farther apart. She put him in.

"Ohhhh, oh!" he gasped.

"Oooooh, it's hot in there."

"I know. Oh that feels good," he fumbled, putting his hands down on her ass, clutching her asscheeks, fucking in and out slowly, his ass humping, his big long cock sliding gloriously in and out of her pussy.

"Whooo, you're gonna fuck me again, huh?"

"Dog fuck you. I'm dog fuckin' you. You're on your hands and knees. I'm all dog humped over behind you and I'm fuckin' my prick in and out of your pussy."

"Oh, boy! Shit! You are such a bad guy, sir."

"Yeah, talk to me, Missy. Please talk to me."

"I don't think I should," Missy huffed, wiggling her dumpling ass back at him, swirling the round ass in sweet semi-circles.

"Oh, you have to. Please! Talk to me."

"You wanna hear me talk dirty, huh?" Missy cooed.

"Yes. Yes, damnit!" he yelped, humping harder at her ass.

"Well, you gonna give me a surprise?" Missy asked.

"Yes, yes, yes. You know I'll give you whatever you want."

"Okay then. Go, go ahead you dog fucker."

He rocked in and out, sawing his prick back and forth into her sucking pussy. He leaned over her and humped her like a wild dog.

"Yeah. I am. I'm a dog fucker."

"I know you are. You're a big, bad dog fucker and you shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be dog fuckin' me here in the toilet like this. And you know it," Missy huffed.

"I know… but you want me to. You want me to… don't you?"

"I dunno. You're big ol' cock is in my pussy. That's what I know. You're behind me. You're slamin' up against my ass!"

"I love you, Missy. I've never met or known a woman like you."

Missy loved being called a woman. "That's 'cause I'm so pretty, huh?"

"Yes, and because you're so good. You fuck so good. You're dog fuckin' me real good."

"And you're such a big bad hound, Mr. Maxwell."

"I know. I know."

"Well, I'm not gonna dog fuck you anymore unless you tell me you're gonna give me a couple hundred dollars," Missy said sternly.

"You'll get two hundred, and I'd give you the moon if I could," Mr. Maxwell whimpered. "Just keep talkin' to me."

His cock was so hard it was like a pipe full of hot water. His cock stalk sloshed in and out of Missy's pussy. She rolled her ass… and she meant it when she rolled it… back to the hump and pump of her teacher's hot thrust.

He fucked forward, over her, his arms now extended to the floor, his hands pressed flat. He was all dogged over his beautiful student. His cock had never been harder.

Missy liked the slushy pull and push. She liked the way his prick filled her cunt. She loved the heated slide. She worked hard, swirling and screwing her ass back, at him.

"Talk to you?"

"Like say you're dog fuckin' me. Like say you are really punchin' me with your big dog cock."

"Oh, ohhhhh!" Mr. Maxwell howled.

"Want me to bark for you? You're dog fuckin' me, and you make me wanna bark."

"Bark then!" he yelped. "No, I'm not gonna."

"Please."

"Well, okay… then… wanna hear me bark?"

"Bark damnit!"

His cock was like a mechanical piston that slicked with precision fluidity in and out of her young pussy.

"No, I better not. You just go on and dog fuck me, Mr. Maxwell."

"Please!"

"Okay then. Shit. Fuck! You bad dog fucker. Woooof! Bow wow! Wooof, woooof!" Missy huffed, loving the new role she had taken on as the dog.

"Oh, oh you darling dog bitch!"

There was a clang and a bang against the side of the toilet stall. Mr. Hope grabbed the top of the stall, his fingers clinging. He pulled himself up and looked in.

"Oh my!" he gasped.

Both Missy and Mr. Maxwell looked up. "The principal!" Missy huffed. "Oh, jeez. I… I… oh, Mr. Hope. This is…" Mr. Maxwell stuttered.

"My, my, my. Open the door," Mr. Hope said.

Mr. Maxwell reached back and unlatched the door.

Mr. Hope came in and locked the door again. "Now, this is absolutely the worst display of student-teacher relationship I've ever seen," he said.

"Well… I…" Mr. Maxwell stuttered.

Mr. Hope's eyes were big and round, glazed with admiration for lovely Missy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her darling bangs on her forehead, her pink glistening lips, her orange-rouged cheeks.

Mr. Maxwell said, "Oh, hell, I'm gonna lose my job anyway, let's keep fuckin' Melissa."

"But… but he'll kick me out of school."

"Now, now," Mr. Hope said, "perhaps you are both jumping to conclusions here."

He was a portly man of fifty-one. He had wavy gray hair and wore a three-piece gray suit with shining black shoes. He moved around the fucking duo and dropped his pants. His jockey shorts bulged with a hard cock.

He stripped down his shorts and sat down on the toilet. He spread his legs. Missy was between them. His thick, fat horrendously long cock pistoned out.

"Oooooh, jeez!" Missy gasped.

"Perhaps I could join in the fun," Mr. Hope said.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Maxwell huffed, starting his fuck stroke again, hammering his deadly prick into Missy's pussy. He was up straight, on his knees behind her.

"Mr. Maxwell was dog fuckin' me," Missy said.

"I see that," Mr. Hope said. "Why don't you dog-lick my prick, young lady… er, what was your name?"

"Missy."

"Yes, Missy. You could…"

Missy grabbed his huge thirteen-inch prick. "This is too big. It'd take me all day to lick it, sir," Missy whispered.

She pulled down on the long cock stalk. She backed her ass at Mr. Maxwell and licked her tongue over Mr. Hope's prick. Her tingling titillation, the twirl of her tongue made the principal shiver with delight.

Mr. Maxwell humped harder.

"Oh, you guys," Missy moaned. "Oh, jeez!" She sucked Mr. Hope's prick into her mouth.

"Ahhhhhaaaa!" Mr. Hope wailed.

"Ooooooh, yeah," Mr. Maxwell said.

Missy rolled her hips, bucked her ass at Mr. Maxwell and sucked fuckingly on Mr. Hope's horse prick.

She didn't remember much of what happened, only that she began to cum, and it seemed that her climax lasted gloriously forever. Mr. Hope squirted a load of cum into her mouth, and at the same time Mr. Maxwell unleashed a hot shot fuck-cum into her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she whimpered, taking Mr. Hope's cock out of her mouth, pumping hard on the long cockstalk, letting him shoot his lard-load at her face.