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

CHAPTER TEN

Missy got up the next morning, dressed in a red denim skirt that cradled her fine body, the cheeks of her ass, and her plush hips. She added a tight white sweater and a pair of white tennies with red anklets.

She headed for the hall phone and found money that Mr. Sexton had left her. She smiled to herself and joined the other girls for breakfast that Janet was cooking.

They all left for home, but Missy decided, since it was Saturday, to go to the mall and spend some of her money. She loved to shop.

She took a bus to the Galleria and walked in. She liked the soft lighting, the smell of popcorn and candy. People bustled through the wide walkway. She was surprised to bump into Billy Rolfe.

He caught up with her. "Have you thought about it? Are you gonna go steady with me?"

"Yes, I've thought about it, but I've decided I can't, Billy."

"Why?"

"I just can't," Missy said, knowing that she liked older men much more than the impish young men.

"Aw, come on. Let's go get a Coke and talk about it," he pleaded.

"No, I'm shopping."

Billy huffed off, and then she bumped into Mr. Maxwell. He had a big bag of goodies he'd purchased. He smiled widely and his eyes glazed over her little red skirt, her tight tit-filled sweater.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello, sir."

"What are you up to today?"

"Just shopping, sir."

"My, you look good," he whispered. "Thanks, Mr. Maxwell." He wore jeans and a blue sweater. She liked his rugged, manly look. He had a day's growth of beard.

"You know I'm crazy about you, don't you?" he said.

"Well, you said you loved me, sir."

"And indeed I do, Missy." She smiled, twisted her head and flicked her hair.

"Gee, sir, love is such an esoteric thing," she said, using a word he had taught in class.

"Not when you feel like I do," he answered. "Let's go somewhere and play."

"Play?"

"You know?"

"You wanna fuck me, huh?" Missy whispered. "Maybe feel me up or jack-off to me?"

"Oh, yes."

"I can't, sir. I wanna shop."

"Look, I brought a lot of money with me," he said.

"No, I better not."

"Two hundred dollars?"

"Well…" Missy said, hesitating, loving all the money that was coming her way. "Maybe we could do something, sir."

"Let's do."

"Where?"

"We could sneak into a toilet."

"What if someone catches us?"

"They won't, come on."

She followed him to a restroom at the end of the hall. He went in, then came out and beckoned her in. She followed. He took her in a toilet stall and locked the door.

"If someone comes in, we'll be real quiet," he said.

He clutched her to him, his hands roaming the curves of her ass. He kissed her hotly. His cock slinked up between them. Missy pressed against the curling bulge.

"Darling," he whispered.

Missy felt a surge of power. She could tell the teacher was hot for her. She trembled slightly thinking that he was paying two hundred dollars just to be with her in the toilet stall. She kissed him back.

His fingers pinched into the lush curve of her miracle ass. His cock throbbed on her belly. She rolled her hips slowly, like hot smoke ring. Her tongue flashed into his mouth. Her head tilted upward. Mr. Maxwell slapped his tongue against Missy's.

They were dry fucking.

She finally broke away from his sucking mouth.

"I suppose you want me to play with your cock, huh?" she whispered.

"Uh-huh, ahhhh! Yeah!"

She loved the way she had him captivated, panting, trembling – the way his cock thumped in his slacks.

Missy looked at his hard cock curled against the gray slacks, the way his erection pulsed, throbbed. She reached down. Her fingers played lightly on his prick.

"Ohhhh, Missy!" he gasped, and leaned back against the door of the toilet stall.

"Should I take it out, sir?"

"Yes, yes."

"Unzip your pants like this?" she whispered, pulling his zipper down, unbuckling his belt, the hook in his slacks. They fell open. His jockey shorts bulged with the heat of his swelling cock.

Missy got hot seeing how his beautiful brick prick spiked out his jockey shorts as if he had a hammer handle in there. She looked up at him. His face was impassioned, his eyes were glazed with love and desire for her.

She thumbed his shorts and pulled them down on his thighs. His massive cock popped up, and wobbled threateningly. Missy watched the huge hard-on throb, pulse. She could see the long, thick marble-like cockstalk thump.

Mr. Maxwell's slacks slipped down to his ankles. His big balls hung hot and bulbous. Missy looked up at him again end sent her hand between his legs. She scratched lovingly on his nuts. His mouth formed a big O. His forehead wrinkled with passion.

"Oooooh, honey!" he whimpered.

His prick throbbed wildly.

"It's just really hard and big, sir."

"Oh, yes, talk to me like that," he gasped. Missy tickled his balls, then reached out with her other hand and stroked her fingers lightly up and down the huge prickstalk.

"Your cock's bubblin' with goo, sir," she said, looking down, seeing the cock head frothing, squirting juicy jizz. She clutched his prick, and got a good grip on the thick cockstalk.

"Darling," he mumbled.

"Should I pump your prick, sir?"

She got an underhanded grip on his prick and slid her hand in and out. The throbbing intensity of his erection thrilled her.

"Like that, Missy. Like that!" be wheezed. Missy thumped his cock slowly, giving the thrilled teacher a good hot handjob.

"Oooooooooh, sir. It's sizzlin' hot and it's squirtin' stuff out," Missy whispered.

He reached down and patted her pussy through the red skirt, and felt the soft mound of her cunt through the thin denim.

"I love you," he muttered.

He pulled her to him, got his hands under her skirt and lifted it up around her waist, then he dipped his hand into her tight pink pates.

"You gonna finger me?" she asked. But her question was answered as he slid a finger into her spritzing cunt. "Ahhhh sir. You're in my panties again, aren't you?"

"Yes," he gulped.

"And I got hold of your cock. I'm playin' with your cock."

"Oh, yes. It's wonderful like this!" he moaned.

"I know. Feels good, huh?"

"Yes, Missy, yes," he gurgled, his finger fucking in and out.

She pumped harder on his prick.

"I wanna fuck!" he gasped.

"You gonna doggie fuck me again, Mr. Maxwell?"

"No, we'll do it different. We'll fuck different this time."

They stood in the heated toilet stall, his deep in her pink panties, jiggling the crotch as he fingered her sweet, little cunt. Her hand danced on his rigid cock. They looked into each other's eyes.

"You better let go of my prick or I'm gonna cum all over you!" Mr. Maxwell said.

She let the big cock go.

He removed his hand from her panties and dipped to his knees. His long, lewd tongue licked up and down her thighs, then he lapped it into the crotch of her panties, wagging it like a mad dog.

"Ohhh, whew, sir!" she gasped, looking down.

He hooked her panties and pulled them down on her knees. He slicked his tongue into her soft pussy and lapped her delicious cunt.

Missy rippled with steaming passion. A glow beamed from her face. She quivered, then rolled her hips at his randy tongue.

Mr. Maxwell reached behind and cupped the cheeks of her ass. He nibbled, slurped, then slopped his tongue at her pussy.

"Jeez, sir. You're a had guy. You're down there lickin' my ass."

"Mmmmm," he moaned.

His fingers pinched into the pliant curve of her splendid ass. Then he sucked her scrumptious pussy.

He pushed her back to the toilet. Missy sat down. He yanked her panties off and held them with one hand and moved in on her. He was still an his knees and his cock wobbled and slapped at her thighs.

Missy moved out on the edge of the toilet seat. She spread her legs. The tip of his prick throbbed on the lips of her cunt.

"Oh, baby!" he panted, and his hands slid under her sweater, lifting it up, pulling it over her pink bra. He got her tits out, leaned in and sucked them like delicate plums.

"Mmmm, sir," she murmured.

She reached down and fisted his cock. "Are you gonna put that prick in me?"

"Yes," he gulped, and shoved, humping his ass. His cock slicked into her cunt. "I'm in!"

Missy spread her legs wider, looked down, sat hot and ready on the toilet. She leaned back, kind of laid back on the toilet seat. He pushed his cock into her. There was a slushing, slurping sound as he fucked in and out.

Missy rolled her hips and fucked back to him. "You bad guy," she whispered, a tingle of delight shuddering her as she watched his erotic stroke.

"We're fuckin' again, Missy. Don't you love it?"

"Yes. Yes. I love to fuck!" she whispered. Mr. Maxwell slugged his cock into her soft pussy with slow, precision strokes, feeding her only half of his length cockstalk.

He reached out and peeled her sweater up around her shoulders, then dug into her pink bra and took out her big tits. He leaned in and sucked them as he fucked her.

"Ooooh," Missy mumbled, curling her fingers through his blonde-brown hair.

He pulled back, then clutched her tits with his hands. He fucked his cock harder. The toilet stall filled with the sweet slurp of his hot stroke.

Missy looked wonderful sitting supine on the toilet seat, her sweater up, her big, round tits up over her bra like juicy cakes. Her red skirt was a ruffle of pleasure around her waist. Her feet, encased in her white tennies, were flat on the floor, her legs were open wide.

She lifted her lovely ass off the black toilet seat and swirled her hips at his thrusting prick.

"You sweet, little bitch," Mr. Maxwell huffed.

"Me?" Missy smiled sexily. "You turn me on so much."

"Do I? What turns you on, sir?"

"When you walk around in your short denim skirts, and your tight sweaters."

"Does that turn older men on?" Missy asked.

"Yes. It makes pricks hot, makes men shudder."

"Does it make men jerk-off to me?"

"You know it does," he whispered, his cock all slick and white with thick cum.

"I like to see a guy jerk-off, sir," Missy said.

"You do, huh?" he whispered.

"Yeah, looks good, makes me hot."

"I'll fuck you till you cum, then I'll pull out and pump off for you; would you like that, Missy?"

"You bet."

His diddling prick slushed in and out. Missy fucked her ass off the toilet seat. They were fucking good. Missy loved the way his cock felt in her pussy, stuffing her full.

Missy shivered, shook her head. Her hair swished at the side of her head. She knew she was going to cum. A tingle of delight began to shudder through her. She stiffened on the toilet seat, held her hips up, stiff in mid-air. Mr. Maxwell rubbed his cock on her.

"I'm gonna feel it," she whispered.

"Are you?"

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum, Missy!"

"Oh, sir. Here it comes… now! Ah, ooof! Jeez! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhgggggg! Oh. Jeeeeeezzzzzz!" Missy stammered as her whole body shivered with the divine feeling of beautiful climax.

Missy's pretty face twisted with passion. Her lovely pink mouth hung open. She shook, shuddered, gasped and sucked her breath in.

She trembled violently. Mr. Maxwell fucked his cock with lightning speed, and the slush and slurp of the big prick made Missy simmer and cum again.

"Oh, sir!" she gasped. "Sir!"

She was boiling with passion. Her body burned with the flame of delicious elation. She finally slumped on the toilet seat, huffing, puffing.

Mr. Maxwell took his thick, creamy cock out of her pussy. He stood up. He started jerking the cockstalk.

"Ooooooh," Missy whimpered, watching intently. "You gonna masturbate for me, sir?"

"Uh-huh."

"That looks real good, Mr. Maxwell. I like your hand goin' on your prick like that."

"I do too," he panted.

He moved in over her and fucked his hand harder I, the tip of his spurting prick on her big tits. Missy tucked her chin in and looked down.

"Sir… on my titties."

"Yeah."

"Ooooh, wow."

"Feels good fuckin' your tits, Missy."

"You gonna shoot all over 'em, sir?"

"Want me to?"

"I wanna see you jerk fast then cum. I want you to cum anywhere you wanta shoot."

He backed off and looked at the adorable schoolgirl on the toilet. Missy had her hand between her legs. She stuck a finger in her cunt.

"Oh, baby!" he whispered.

"Come on, big bad guy. Pump that prick for me! Go faster!"

He did.

"That's the way. Go like sixty, sir!"

"Fuck yourself with your hand like that, Mr. Maxwell. Looks real good, you bad guy."

"Oh, Missy!" he gasped, and his cock bulged.

The big corker cockhead swelled. He stabbed harder. Missy was excited beyond words. Her eyes were big. She diddled her cunt.

"Here I cum!" Mr. Maxwell shouted. His cock spewed a lulu of a load. Cream spurted from the big prickstick. A thick stream of jizz jetted salaciously at Missy. Big gobs of cum splashed on her fore head, and her bangs. Another goop of juice hit her on the cheek.

"You're shootin' on me!" she yelped. "You're shootin stuff on my face!"

"Oh, oh, Missy!" Mr. Maxwell sobbed.

"Shoot it, sir! Keep shootin'… whew… you're really gooshin'."

He was. His cock spit at her. More cum hit her mouth. A hot gush slushed all over her tits. The cream dripped off the nipples and fell on her belly, then dribbled down into the top of her fuzzy cunt hair.

"Oooooh," Missy whispered.

"I'm feelin' so good," Mr. Maxwell breathed hotly.

"Masturbate that prick, sir… yeah… pump, pump, pump!"

"I am!"

"More, do it faster!" Missy urged. Then she came. She was jerked forward on the toilet seat as another load of cum splashed out and splattered on her forehead. More cream gushed and hit her flush in the mouth. She licked her tongue out and got the drip, swallowed the tasty treat.

She shuddered through her orgasm and fell back on the toilet.

"You're such a bad guy," she whispered.