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

CHAPTER NINE

Missy left school that day wondering about Mr. Hope, the principal. Surely he wouldn't cause her any trouble at school. Would he?

She walked down the hall and Janet caught up with her. "Hey it's Friday. Don't-cha love it. No school tomorrow, and I'm havin' a slumber party at my house. You gonna come?"

"Sure," Missy said, "well, if my grandmother will let me."

"Oh, sure she will."

"I'll call you when I get home and let you know."

Missy walked home. Her grandmother was sitting in her rocking chair knitting.

"I'd like to go to a slumber party tonight at one of my girl friend's."

Her grandmother looked up. Her glasses were low on her nose. "Oh?" she said.

"Yes, Janet Sexton."

"I don't think so. You don't need to do that."

"Oh, but I want to, Grandma, besides her daddy is president of the PTA."

"Oh, well… I guess it's okay then, but you be well-mannered. You be a good girl."

"Of course I will," Missy said.

That night Missy put on a pair of tight, faded jeans, a dark blue sweater, her blue and white school jacket, and walked to Janet's house six blocks away.

She took her overnight bag with her, her nightie, her fixings.

Janet met her at the door and took her through the house up to the bedroom. "Oh, there's Daddy. He's in the den watching a football game. Daddy, you remember Missy Martin. You met her at the dance."

"Indeed," Mr. Sexton said, standing up.

Missy smiled, thinking about how Mr. Sexton had been the first man to ever fuck her. "Hi, sir!"

"Hello, Missy. You girls have a good time," Mr. Sexton said, and sat back down.

They went upstairs and Janet introduced Missy to Laurie Dufault, Julie Twining, and Jackie Jorgenson, who were also invited to the slumber party – all students at Marlboro High.

The girls changed into nighties and lingerie, all of them showing off in front of the mirror, vamping for each other.

"I got you guys to bring sexy stuff, huh?" Janet said.

Missy slipped into a sexy, stretch-lace camisole with such soft lace that it caressed her curves beautifully, and pulled in around her big tits and her tight, fiat belly. Romantic touches of applique and lace accent enhanced the garment which was thin, white, and stretchy on her fine body. She added a matching cotton-lined G-string through which her brown pussy was plainly visible.

She slipped a pink nightgown over this combination. She looked delightful. She combed her hair out, let it fail on her shoulders, then tied a white ribbon under the fall, around the top of her head so her hair banged out in a wave on her forehead.

"Here, I've got a pair of white high heels that will go with that," Janet said.

Missy slipped them on.

All the girls dressed sexy and lounged around on the bed. They watched Friday Night Videos, then tuned to Janet's cable TV and caught a horror movie on HBO.

"My dad said we had to cool it by three a.m.," Janet said.

"No noise, or do we have to go to bed?" Laurie asked.

"No noise," Janet said.

The girls cooled it, and continued to talk, giggle, and carry on.

Finally, around four a.m., the girls became sleepy. Laurie fell asleep, then Jackie. Janet and Missy talked awhile.

"I'm goin' to bed," Janet said.

"Me, too," Missy said.

All four girls were crumpled together on Janet's big bed. Missy couldn't sleep. She knew Mr. Sexton was awake somewhere in the house, waiting to see her. She just knew it. She also knew he probably would give her a lot of money to play with his big prick. She lifted the covers and slipped out of bed.

She walked down the stairs in her white stretch-top camisole that looked like a merry widow without all the buttons, straps, etc. Her white G-string clutched at her cunt, cut high on the cheeks of her darling ass.

Her footsteps were light and silent as she went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Mr. Sexton was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd come down," he whispered.

"Well, I thought maybe you might wanna see me, sir, but I don't have much time, you know. I mean the girls are all upstairs and stuff."

"Come here," he said.

She walked over to him, and he pulled her glorious young body to him. He was nude under a satin-like red robe.

He kissed her hotly, hard on the lips. Then he backed off and admired her young loveliness, in her white lace.

"Oh, Missy," he gulped. "I've been thinking about you since that night at the dance."

"Yeah, when you took me in that room and did it to me, sir."

"Oh, yes," he said, sliding his hand down into the soft lace of her G-string panties, rubbing his fingers on her cunt.

His cock leaped to a huge hard-on. His full ten hot inches throbbed against Missy. He took her hand and placed it on his erection.

"It's real big again, sir," she whispered. "Oh, darling," he mumbled, slipping his hand into, her G-string, fingering her pussy.

"No, sit," Missy sighed. "We can't. Not with all the girls upstairs and stuff."

"You want to, you know you do," he said.

"But you're the PTA guy."

"I'll pay you. I'll give you whatever you want."

"Well, I'd have to have a hundred dollars, sir. I could beat you off if you wanted me to."

"Yes, yes!" he gulped.

Mr. Sexton took his robe, off and stood against the kitchen table nude, his ten-inch cock sticking out like an iron bar. Missy rolled her fingers along the thick, hard cockstalk. Mr.

Sexton lifted up and sat on the edge of the table. This made his prick stick up even farther.

"And you want me to beat it for you, sir?" Missy asked.

"Yes."

"It's really a big boner."

"For you."

Missy clutched his cock in her little hand. "Oooooh, it's big and hard!" she whispered. She sat down on the chair at the table. It was as if she were sliding into a big dinner. She saw a butter dish sitting off to the end of the table.

"Maybe I oughta slick your prick so I can really give you a good handjob, sir," Missy said, reaching for the dish.

She took the lid off and glubbed a big gob of butter onto her hand – a big thick slush of goo. She lathered it all over Mr. Sexton's cock.

"Ooooooh, darling," he mumbled, staring down, watching her sweet fingers slide as she filmed his prick with slick, hot butter. "Ah, baby!"

Missy got his whole prickstalk gooped with butter, good thick butter, then she clutched the hard cock and jerked up and down, her hand sliding effortlessly on the long, hard prick.

"Oh, Missy, you doll, you're wonderful," Mr. Sexton muttered, staring down at the young girl's hot hand.

"Like this? Should I just pump on your cock like this Mr. Sexton?"

"Maybe I should slick some more butter on it," she whispered.

"Oh, please!" he whimpered.

Missy reached out and cupped another glob of butter in her hand, then sloshed the gooey softness up and down the long, massive expanse of his throbbing cock.

"Oh, baby!" he panted.

Mr. Sexton's prickstalk was thick and slick with the soft butter. Missy slushed her hand up and down. She didn't have to hold his cock in one place, because the butter made it like an iced piston. Her hands sloshed up to the top, then down to the base of his huge prick.

"This is really a big boner, sir. You said it was ten inches, but I think it's bigger," Missy said.

"Do you?" he gasped.

"Yes, I think it's more like a foot long like a big, long weenie."

"Oh, I love you!" he exclaimed. He arched his legs up, put them over her shoulders, then lay back on his elbows, still staring down, watching Missy's fabulous hand action.

"Pump it!" he huffed.

"I am, sir. I'm pumpin' up and down!"

"Oh, darling!"

"Does this feel good, sir?"

"Oh, fabulous!"

"Want me to go faster?"

"Please! Go faster! Go as fast as you can, Missy!"

"Like this, Mr. Sexton?" she whispered, her hand a blur on his fantastic cock.

"Ah, uh, uh uh, honey!" he cried. "I'm jerkin' real fast, huh?"

"You're beautiful. Your hand is beautiful. You are so beautiful…"

His words trailed off into a hot gulp, and Missy leaned forward and licked her tongue off the butter-slick prick, swirling her pink lapper all over the cocktip as she pumped.

"Au, whooooo, shit!" he huffed.

"You are a bad PTA guy, huh?" she teased.

"Yeah, I am."

"Your cock is so damn hard Mr. Sexton. It's like I got a brick in my hand." Missy whispered.

"Jerk me, damnit!"

"That's what I'm doin," she answered, and her hand worked harder.

She beat his prick with a passionate frenzy, and she felt the bulge, the pulse, the expansion as his cockstalk surged in her little fingers.

Missy loved having the big cock in her hand. She sloshed up and down on the stiff cockstalk. She thrilled to the way his prick fizzed, how the jizz creamed out, fizzled down the sides in liquid lather, and seeped onto her fingers like a thick vanilla milkshake. Her hand greased faster, harder on the ballooning, bloating prick.

"Oh, you sweet little prick teaser," Mr. Sexton sighed.

"Me? I'm a prick teaser?" Missy whispered. "Yes, yes… pricks get hard just lookin' at someone like you, Missy?"

"They do?"

"Yeahhhh, they do… oh, you darling doll face!"

Missy smiled and gushed her hand up and down on his big, flopping prick. "Boy, this boner is gettin' bigger, sir… it's really a hard one."

His cock sprinkled more cum… spit little jizzy gobs. She clapped both hands on his cockstalk and patty-caked the thick erection, sliding them up and down on his lulu of a cock.

"Ahhhh, beat it, baby!" he cried.

She grabbed around the prickstalk with both hands and ravenously slurped her hands in a lightning jerk on the butter-cum prick, pulling, pushing, pumping, jerking… jacking!

"Darling," he muttered. "Sweet, beautiful doll!"

"Boy, it's really hard. It's sure slick, sir."

"I know."

She thumped wildly on his prick now, both hands sliding up and down the humping cockstalk in precision perfection.

"I'm gonna cum, Missy," Mr. Sexton cried.

"Now, sir?"

"Tell me to cum."

"Okay, cum, sir. Go ahead and squirt your stuff!"

"Ah, uh, babeeeeeee!" he sobbed, leaning forward, his masculine body tightening.

Missy pumped harder and felt the swelling, the pulsing of his cockstalk just before he came.

It happened.

She stabbed harder, faster.

A massive wave of cum surged, heaved up and out of the pricktip, and spiraled high in the air. Another spurt. A quick goop. A heavy gush. Cream jetted wildly from his cock. He stiffened like a board.

"Missy!" he cried. "Oh, darling, beautiful Missy!"

The suds spilled off the top of his prick and slid like foam down the cockstalk into her hands. She caught the big hot bubbles and slicked them hotly up and down as she suds his prick and made him cum better than he had ever cum before in his entire life.

"Ah, ooooooh, ahhhhhhh! Fuuuuuck!" he stammered, shivering, shaking, and shuddering violently.

Missy's eyes were wide with fascination.

"I love it when your boner shoots off like this, sir," she mumbled, watching the gusher of cum intently.

She whacked recklessly on Mr. Sexton's whopper cock, giving him a jam-up, bang-down handjob. The cum spit, spewed, spilled and bubbled from his cock.

Suddenly he was up, his cock slipping upward out of her eager hands. He stood to the floor, his prick spurting. He pulled Missy from the chair, lifted her, and turned her around. He sat her up on the table, spread her legs, and moved between them. He pulled off her panties, threw them to the floor. Then he lifted her legs, flopped them over his shoulders, and he moved in on her. He dunked his cock in her cunt.

"You sweet little fucker! You darling little bitch! I'm gonna fuck you!" Mr. Sexton growled.

"Jeez, you talk bad for a PTA guy," Missy said, looking down, seeing the slick glide of his cock in her furnace-hot pussy.

He pumped in and out, sucking his butter dripping, cum-soaked prick into her pussy.

"Not all of it, sir! I can't handle all of that big boner!" Missy protested.

"I know. I'll give you just enough to make you feel good, doll baby."

"Oooooh, sir! Ooooh, wow! You're doin' it to me again, right here in your kitchen. Jeez, where's your wife?"

"Upstairs asleep."

"What if she comes down and catches us fuckin' like this, sir?"

"Don't worry about it," he huffed, his ass humming, humping slowly, his big prick sliding like a greased piston into Missy's precious pussy.

Her legs were high in the air in a sensational V. Mr. Sexton held them by the calf, pushing them back, holding them wide. His cock slurped in and out of her cunt.

Missy watched the slick push and pull, heard the sweet, slurping click of cock and cunt. She felt wonderful, thrilled, and she trembled with passionate fervor. She lay on her back, her neck craned so her head was up, so she could see his cock punching into her.

"Whew, jeez," she whispered.

"We're fuckin' good, Missy," Mr. Sexton said. "You like to fuck, don't you?"

"You're a bad guy talkin' like that to me, aren't you?"

"You dirty little fucker!" he panted. "You hot prick fucker!"

"Ooooooh, sir!"

"You sweet, pretty darling. I love you!" he gulped.

His prick was so big, and so hard in her cunt. He pulled the cockstalk out in a backward slide, grabbed the huge cock and jerked wildly.

"Oooooh, wow. Golly!" Missy yelped. "You're beatin' on your boner! Wow, that gluppy stuff is hangin' from the end too. Oooooh, that looks good, sir. Beat your cock fast for me!"

"I am."

"You gonna shoot on me?"

He shoved back into her and made her cum. Missy twittered and trembled on the table as she shook with her climax. He pulled his prick out again and pumped out a huge load of jizz that splashed all over her belly, her cunt, and her thighs.

"Ah, shit!" he cried.

"Sir! Sir! You're shootin' stuff on me."

"Ohhhaaa!" he panted.

"Oh, oh, mmmmmmm!" Missy moaned, sucking her finger between her legs, tickling her clit, making her orgasm last what seemed like an eternity. She felt so wonderful, so delightful as she shuddered with delight.

After he pumped dry, Mr. Sexton went to the fridge and took out a can of Reddy Whip and a bowl of strawberries. He turned Missy over. He shot the cool, thick, white Reddy Whip all up and down her ass crack. Then he moved the big, juicy strawberries up and down the slushy goop.

"What'cha doin' back there with that Reddy Whip Mr. Sexton? It's real cool in my asscrack like that… ooooh, that's so tickly, sir."

"I'm packin' your ass, honey," he whispered.

"I never heard of anything like that."

"Get upon your hands and knees darling," Mr. Sexton said, gulping off the strawberries, and lifting Missy up on her knees.

Missy looked back over her shoulder. "Hey, you got a bowl of big strawberries back there."

"Mmmmmm, mmmmm!"

"Hey, you're eatin' 'em off my ass," she said, as she rose slowly, arching her adorable ass to Mr. Sexton's gulping, lapping tongue.

He spread her legs, but kept her ass low, just off the table so the goopy Reddy Whip wouldn't drool down. Then he muffed his face into the white, thick cream. He devoured the soft slush ravenously, eating, licking, gulping, slurping.

He ate the Reddy Whip off, then he swished his randy tongue up and down the crack of Missy's petite ass.

"Oooooh, ahhhhh," she whimpered, loving the feel of his sloppy lapper, sucking up and down her furry asscrack. "Oh, sir!"

She remembered how Mr. Maxwell had licked her ass, how much it had excited and delighted her, and this was no different. She tingled all over as Mr. Sexton slushed his tongue into the sponge cake softness of her ass.

"Oooooffff!" she called.

He sucked into her whole. "Ahhhh." Missy whispered. He buttoned his mouth around the asshole and sucked rapaciously.

"Oooooh! Eeeeekkk! Oh! Sir! Jeeeeezzzz!" She was up high now, up on her hands and knees, wiggling her glorious ass back at him, looking over her shoulder, trying to see.

Mr. Sexton sat in the chair, had it pulled up to the table, and he dined shamelessly on Missy's fine ass. He dug his tongue into her whole, slurped, kissed, licked, and then he chomped, biting into her ass with his teeth.

"Oohhhhhh! Ahhh. You bad guy!" Missy moaned is sheer delight.

He reached around her thigh and slugged a finger into her cunt and fucked her wet pussy. Missy was in a tizzy of ecstasy.

He chewed her ass and fingered her pussy. She rolled her ass back at him. He gulped and lapped piggishly.

"Dirty guy!" she barked.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" he answered, his free hand finding his rigid cock. He grasped the prickstalk and banged up and down on the hard mass.

Then he stood up and brandished his corker cock at her ass. He slapped the hard prick at her asscheeks. Smack, smack, smack.

"Ah, baby," he sighed. "You are divine!"

"Whatcha doin' now, sir?"

"I'm gonna slide my cock through your thighs. You grab it and plug it in, okay?"

"All right."

He slid his cock between her thighs. Missy grabbed the cockhead. She held it in her palm. She lifted the cocktip and inserted him into her slushing cunt.

Mr. Sexton pricked her. He humped in and out slowly, softly; he didn't want to split her apart with his huge cock. He reached down and took a strawberry from the bowl. He pinched it into her whole.

Missy wiggled her ass. She fucked back to him, delighted by the hard prick that slushed in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, Missy!" he cried.

"You big, bad PTA guy," she whimpered.

"We're fuckin' again."

"I know," she said. "You were the guy who fucked me first."

"Oh, darling," he whimpered, humping, pumping, slugging his cock in and out of her spritzing, young pussy.

He fucked faster.

"Sir!" she cried.

He humped her good. His cock shoved in farther. He picked up the beat, screwing faster… faster… faster.

"Ahhhhh," Missy exclaimed.

His cock bulged. He pulled the cockstalk out from between her legs. He stuck his hand down there. He put a finger in her pussy. Missy came.

Mr. Sexton whacked his prick at her juicy ass. He sprinkled a big thick load all over her asscheeks.

Missy shuddered with a thrilling climax.

She finally slumped down on the kitchen table, huffing, puffing. Mr. Sexton's prick still squirted. He put the long cockstalk between her asscheeks, in her crack, like a weenie in a bun.

His cum squished up on her back. She squirmed on the table.

"Sir," she whispered. "Would you think that's enough? The sun's comin' up."

"Yeahhhh," he mumbled.

"I better get back upstairs. Your daughter might wonder where I've been if she wakes up."

"I'll leave your money under the phone in the hall, Missy," he said.

"You better?" she huffed.