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

CHAPTER THREE

In class, Mr. Maxwell paced in front of the room, his hand in the pocket of his sports coat, jiggling, playing with Missy's panties. She sat in the front row, her pink skirt riding high, all hot and gooey thinking about it, watching her teacher fondle her panties.

Midway in the class, he instructed the students to take out their texts and read silently. He went to his desk and sat down behind it.

"If anyone has a question, just raise your hand and come up here," he said. "Yes, Missy, come up here."

Missy hadn't even raised her hand, but she got up and went behind the desk with her text and stood next to Mr. Maxwell. He had his fly open and his big cock stuck out hard and wet.

He scribbled a note. It said, "Grab it."

Missy bent over at the waist, put her hands on her knees as Mr. Maxwell pretended to outline something in her text. She lightly slipped a hand off her knee and slid it over to his cock. No one could see since they were behind the desk. She fisted his prick.

He slipped her panties out of his pocket and draped them over the tip of his cock. Missy pumped the cock stalk quickly. He came. His cock bulged in her hand and he squirted a hot, thick load into her panties.

She let go quickly and walked back to her seat.

After class, Missy walked down the hall with Janet Sexton, a ravishing little student at Marlboro. Janet was a honey-blonde, a bit taller than Missy. She had a pretty face, a square chin, thin waist, plump hips, a juicy ass, and a pair of tits that bobbled under her T-shirt like two grapefruits.

They went to the girls' room to fix their faces. "God, that Mr. Maxwell is handsome, isn't he?" Janet said.

"Yes," Missy answered.

"Boy, I'd let him get in my pants anytime," Janet whispered, applying a pink lip gloss to her lips.

"You would?" Missy said. "Uh-huh?"

"Do you do that with any other teachers?"

"I've fucked the coach," Janet replied. "Really?"

"Sure, down in the locker room one day."

"Wow!" Missy said.

"You can get good grades here in this school if you know how to play it," Janet remarked.

"I'll bet."

"Let's go to class," Janet suggested. The two pretty girls walked out of the toilet, up the stairs.

Janet asked, "Are you going to the school dance tonight?"

"I think so," Missy said. "Are you?"

"Yeah, but I hate it. My dad is president of the PTA and he's always a chaperone. Jeez, I hate it. And then he always insists that he dance with me once or twice. It's so damn embarrassing."

"I guess that would be kind of a bummer," Missy said.

"Wanna go with me?" Janet asked.

"Okay, why don't I meet you here at the school at nine?"

"Sure," Missy said.

After school, Missy returned to her home with her grandma. She went upstairs and turned on her little TV and watched MTV. She watched the new Rod Stewart video, then took a nap.

She awakened and dressed for the dance. She selected a black denim, to which she added a pink sweater and a pair of pink heels. She fixed her hair in one long ponytail, banged it out on her forehead, applied thick red lipstick, some red rouge, and walked to school.

Janet was waiting for her.

A DJ from a local radio station, the DJ who had the evening show and was popular with the teens, had a mixer and turntables set up. He was playing all the latest hits. Students milled about a punch table. Several were dancing. Janet looked good too. She wore a red cotton dress and white pumps. It really made her blondeness stand out. They got a cup of punch and stood together. Janet's father came over. He was a handsome man of forty-four. He had wavy black hair. He stood over six feet. He was thin, wiry.

"Hi, honey," he said to Janet. "Should we dance?"

"Oh, Daddy. Please! Why don't you dance with my friend, Missy?"

"Well?"

"Oh, go ahead. I promised a football player a dance."

"Okay," he said.

Missy went with the handsome Mr. Sexton to the floor. The lights were dim. He took her into his arms. She pressed in close. His hand was firm on her back.

"You're very pretty," he whispered.

"Thanks, sir," Missy replied.

He pulled her closer. Her tits pressed into him. Her hips and thighs were glued to him. He got a hard-on. Missy felt the huge bulge against her. She didn't know what to do, how to react.

"Ah, mmmm," he whispered. "I guess we're dancing too close."

"I guess so," Missy said.

He was trembling. His cock throbbed against Missy. It was big, hard, and thumping.

Mr. Sexton couldn't help it. Missy was so beautiful, she had such a fine, compact little body, and her tits were so round. It was all too much for the man. His cock wouldn't lay down. It thumped, jumped, and beat like the tail of a wild fish. Missy pulled back.

She looked down and saw the bending curl in his slacks.

"Ah, perhaps you should move back in closer," he said. "I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea."

She pressed in close to hide his hard erection. "Well, I'm very sorry," he whispered. "That's okay, sir," Missy said. She didn't know why, but she rolled her hips against the big hard-on. Instinct, she guessed.

"Oh, oh!" he panted.

His cock throbbed against her. His hand pressed tighter on her back.

"You are so beautiful," he gulped.

She looked up, saw his intense look, and felt his cock beat against her. She smiled.

She undulated again against him. His cock rolled against her hips and belly. It was big. She knew that. He was trembling all over. So was she. He danced her to the side of the floor. Off in a dark corner.

"Could I see you alone?" he whispered.

"Gee, alone? You and me?" Missy asked.

"Yes."

"I don't think we oughta do that, sir."

"I could be very helpful to you at this school," he whispered.

"You could?"

"Of course. I'm president of the PTA."

"I dunno. What'dya wanna do?"

"Just be alone with you."

"I could meetcha in that classroom down around the corner; the one on the left."

"I'll go and wait," he said, then walked briskly down the hall.

Missy went back into the gym area where the dance was going full blast. She looked around for Janet. She was dancing with Harley Faultmeyer, the fullback on the football team. She smiled and winked at Missy as if to say: Can you believe I'm with this hunk!

Missy waited a little, then she slipped away to meet Janet's daddy. She walked down the hall, around the corner and walked into the empty classroom. Mr. Sexton was waiting for her.

"I'm so glad you came," he whispered, taking her hand.

"What can you do for me at this school?" Missy asked.

"You just wait and see, okay? It'll be something you will like. Trust me, will you?"

"What do I have to do, sir?" she asked.

He yanked her into his arms. He pressed close to her. His huge cock thumped at her belly. Her big tits bashed into his lower chest. He flung his arms around behind her, dropped his hands and curled them around the scrumptious cheeks of her ass.

He kissed her. His lips were eager, impatient. A he-man kiss. He squeezed her ass. His cock thumped at her like a wild fish.

She got hot.

His lips sucked hers. He slid one hand up under her tiny black skirt, caressed her pantied ass, then brought his trembling fingers around front, and lifted the hem of the skirt, polling it up over her darling pink panties.

He dipped his hand between her legs, and rubbed her soft but firm pussy through the thin nylon. Her cunt was very wet. Mr. Sexton could feel the creamy dampness on his fingertips.

"Oh, you sweet doll," he whispered, his voice husky, low, passionate.

"Do you think you oughta be playin' down there like that, sir?" Missy whispered.

"Uh-huh," he gulped.

He continued flutter-stroking her ass with one hand, and the other hand slipped and slid against her pantied cunt.

"You've really got a big boner on, sir," she whispered.

"I know," he gulped.

"Did you want me to feel it?"

"Yes."

Missy reached out and rolled her palm against the bending, throbbing cock stalk.

"Like this?" she asked.

"Oh, sweetie!" he chirped hotly. Missy was amazed at the length of Mr.

Sexton's prick. She slid her hand along the hard cock stalk that curled out like a ring of bologna against his slacks. Her heart thumped, and a swooping feeling of giddiness gripped her.

"We shouldn't be doin' this, sir. You're Janet's daddy, and she's my friend."

He answered her by rubbing faster and harder on her wet panties, feeling her cunt through the pink nylon.

She gripped his cock.

"Oh, oh," he mumbled.

"I don't know what you're gonna do for me, sir, but I can tell you what I need."

"What?" he gasped.

"I need some money to go shopping at the mall tomorrow."

"Yes, yes of course. You shall have it. Is a hundred dollars all right?"

"I guess so," Missy said, unzipping his fly. He used his free hand to produce his wallet, and handed the money to her.

"Take what you need," he whispered.

She left his fly open and took a stack of big bills out of his billfold. She put it on a desk, then reached into his fly. She got hold of his cock, but the stalk was too big to pullout. She unbuttoned his slacks and opened them. He had on a pair of tight jockey shorts. His cock stuck up over the waist band, and throbbed like a steam pipe against his belly.

"Whew, jeez!" She whistled.

He stripped his shorts down. His huge prick popped out.

"Whooooo!" Missy sucked in her breath in amazement at the immense prick.

He reached out again and lifted up the hem of her black miniskirt, ruffled it up on her hips. He stuck his hand between her legs and rubbed her cunt through the pink panties.

Missy clutched his cock. The cock stalk was thick, hard, and big in her hand. She squeezed.

"This is really a big boner, sir," she commented.

"Oh, honey doll!" he gasped.

His cock squirted.

He rubbed hotly on her crotch.

"Jeez, Mr. Sexton… you think we should be doin' this while the dance is on and stuff?"

His answer was a hot hand that dipped into her wet panties. He sliced his fingers into the fuzzy hair of her cunt. He slicked up and down her cunt slit, then rammed a finger in her pussy.

"Ooof!" she gulped.

Missy pushed in and out on his cock with an overhand grip. She had never been so excited.

The feel of his burning cock rod in her tight, curling, ginger-tipped fingers thrilled her.

"It's soooo big!" she whispered. "Should I beat it off for you?"

"Oh, yes?" he panted. "Yes, yes, yes!"

He fingerfucked her pussy wildly, jiggling his hand in the crotch of her pretty panties.

Missy liked that finger. She liked the way he hooked it in, the way he rubbed her little clit, and the way he made it quiver.

"Look, I better get out of the way. You can't squirt all over me, sir," Missy said, changing the grip she had on his cock.

He withdrew his dripping finger from her panties. He leaned back on the desk at the front of the room. His pants and shorts were at his ankles. Missy stood at his side. She underhanded his prick, got the bottom of the cock stalk sliding on her palm.

"How big is it?" she asked.

"Ten inches," he whispered.

"Wow!" Missy gasped, hiking her hand in and out on the thick prick.

"You clever little doll," he murmured, sliding a hand behind her, dipping into her panties, waving his fingers all over her smooth, slick ass.

His finger feathered up and down the ass crack. He moved the fingertip up her asshole.

"Owww, oooooh," she huffed. "Sir, my ass!"

"Jerk me!" he panted. "Jerk on my cock, you little fuck!"

"That's bad language, sir, for a PTA guy." He smiled. He tingled all over. Her hand was a magic machine on his cock. Missy tightened her grip and jerked him with savage little pumps.

"Oh, honey! That, makes me feel so damn good!" he sighed.

Missy looked good with her little black skirt up over her pink panties. Her pink sweater bobbled with the thrust of her big tits. She stroked his massive prick, pumped him good.

"Fuck me with your fist," he whispered.

"I'm doin' it," she answered, pumping her hot little hand faster now, getting a good beat going until she felt the bulging cock hard-on, and then it spewed out a hot load of thick cream.

"Ah! Ohhhhhh, honey!" he barked.

Missy pumped furiously and watched the exciting eruption of jizz.

"Gee, looka the way you're shootin', sir!" she whispered.

"Oh, oh, ahhh, mmmmmmmm! Oh!" he groaned joyfully.

She pumped him dry, then suddenly he was on his knees, tugging her panties down. He muffed his face into her pussy and licked his long tongue up and down her wet cunt slit.

"Mmmm, sir," she mumbled, looking down at his eager action. "You're gonna lick my cunt, huh?"

"Uh-huh," he mumbled.

"Okay then, lick!" she whispered. "Lick my pussy, Mr. Sexton!"

It didn't take long before she felt the awesome, faint-hearted fuck-feeling flip through her. Oh, how she loved to cum. She shook and shuddered, tickled all over with the sweet satisfaction of climax.

He gripped her fine ass in his hands and munched on her cunt like a wild dog. His gooshy tongue lapped and flapped, then he sucked her pussy into his mouth and nibbled the clit, and brought her to the fine edge of stunning orgasm.

"Afffff!" she hissed.

His licking and sucking filled the room with a spunky slurping sound, and Missy put her hands on her fabulous, young hips, and thrust her cunt out at his face and rolled her ass.

"You're suckin' me!" she babbled. He gobbled her sweet pussy like it was honey cake, munching wildly. Missy undulated her hips into his face, then felt the divine tickle of climax.

"Oh! Uhhhh, oooofff!" she huffed, her hips slowing, but still grinding on Mr. Sexton's mouth. "Ah, ohhhhh!"

He ate her cunt and she loved it. "Oh, that makes me feel good, sir."