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

CHAPTER FIVE

Missy went back to the school dance, and Mr. Sexton followed about ten minutes later. She went to the punch bowl and stood for a minute.

Billy Rolfe came up. He was a tight end on the football team. He was very good-looking. He had blonde hair cut in an All-American crewcut. He was lean, well-built and sexy. He towered over her.

"Hi, wanna dance?" he asked.

"Sure," Missy said.

He took her hand and they went out and boogied down to a hot Huey Lewis record. Missy looked good, shaking, bumping, moving about the floor in her tight black skirt, her tit filled pink sweater, and her little pink high heels. The next record was a slow song, and Billy took her in his arms and pulled her close.

She let him hold her against him, and as he did, she felt his cock harden, throb to an erection, and thump at her belly.

Gee, she thought, do guys always get so turned on when they dance with a girl?

She moved daringly against his erection. Billy's grip tightened on her. His prick was so hard.

"Can we go for a walk outside?" he asked.

"I guess," she said.

They managed to sneak away from the dance and walked behind the school house into a shelter of trees. Billy grabbed her and kissed her.

"Ooooooh," Missy said.

"I've been wantin' to do that since I first saw you this fall at school."

"Huh well…"

His hands lightly feathered on the curve of her ass. Again she felt the wild thump of his cock. She put her arms around him and kissed him back.

He managed to slide her skirt up. "Don't, Billy!" she protested. "Oh, please!"

"No, not here in the trees."

"Where then?" he asked.

Now he had her skirt up on her waist. He slid his hand down and rubbed her wet panties.

"No, don't," she whispered, not wanting to get a bad reputation with the young boys at school.

"Please let me play with it," he said. His itchy fingers pressed into that sweet, soft natural pussy. Missy melted. She loved his hand down there rubbing her cunt. Oh, she loved the way his fingers tickled the crotch of her panties.

"Jeez, Missy!" he croaked. "I've had the hots for you ever since I saw you."

"Oh, Billy," she whispered. "But we shouldn't…"

"I can't stop though," he shivered, his hand creeping up to the elastic band of her panties.

He plunged deep into her hot cunt. His fingers slid through the soft, mossy patch of cunt hair.

"Mmmmmmm," he mumbled. "Oh, Missy."

"Okay, then. All right. You're in there. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"I won't let you unless you promise not to tell anyone," she said.

"I promise!" he huffed eagerly, sliding his middle finger into her cunt.

"Ahff!" She puffed. "Oh, gawd, Billy. You shouldn't do that."

"But I am."

She grabbed his cock and squeezed hard. "Ohhhhhh!" he moaned.

She rubbed his swelling hard prick. He fingered her fucking hot pussy. They were passionate, hot, and steaming there in the street.

"Take my cock out," he said.

"No."

"Please."

"Okay, then. If you really want me to," Missy said.

She unzipped his fly, reached in, and withdrew his hard cock. She had a good iron-tense prick of six inches in her hand.

"I wanna fuck!" he gasped.

"Oh, no. We can't," Missy mumbled.

He took her down in the weeds. He jerked her panties off. He mounted her. His cock drilled into her pussy.

"No, Billy. No!" Missy cried.

"Yes," he said, guiding his cock into her pussy.

"Ah, aaaahhh! Ooof!" Missy blurted.

"Oh, jeez, Missy. I'm in there."

"I know," she said. He humped. His ass banged up and down.

His hard six-incher slicked in and out. His balls whacked her ass. Missy felt the cool, dewy weeds on her asscheeks.

"No, not in the weeds!" she protested.

He humped harder. Faster. His prick exploded in her cunt. "I'm cumin', Missy," he panted.

The squirting fizz flowed like a river into her pussy.

"Oh jeez, Billy!" she gulped, and banged her hot hips up to his fucking thrust.

His hard cock rammed like a piston into Missy's hot pussy. He poured out a load that spilled out of her cunt, and dripped down her young thighs. He kept up his hot humping. His cock stayed hard.

"Oh, Missy!" he whimpered. His prick got bigger.

He fucked harder.

Her cunt was sloppy, wet, and slushy. "No, no more!" she panted, but the beautiful rip of climax zinged her. "Ah! Oooff!" He fucked faster.

"Ahhhh, ahhh! Uhhh!" she gulped, stiffening under him, holding her hips high in the air, receiving the hot thumping of his stiff cock.

He came again.

The hot juice squirted into her pussy. It spilled out. The thick goo drooled down her legs into the grass. She tingled all over.

"Oh, hove it!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, shit!"

"Missy! Missy!" he huffed. "I love you!" She fell back in the grass, breathing heavily.

He stopped his fuck-pounding, rolled off her onto the grass, and into the weeds next to her. They both lay staring up into the clusters of sparkling stars.

"I wanna go steady with you," he whispered. "Ooooooh, I dunno," she answered. "Please!" he begged.

Missy liked him. He'd be a proud catch. Lots of girls at Marlboro High would kill to go steady with Billy. But Missy also thought about the other men who had tendered their affection to her.

"I can't," she said.

"Please, I'll do anything. I want you to be my steady girl. I don't want to see you with anybody else," he said.

"I'll think about it, okay?" she said.

He agreed.

She took his hankie and wiped the gush of cum from her legs. They got up and went back to the gym.

"I better go in first," Missy said.

She went in, and Billy followed a few minutes later. She went to the punch bowl.

Janet came up. "Jeez, I saw you leave with Billy. You guys go neck?"

"Yeah," Missy answered.

"Golly, whew! I'd give anything to be with him," Janet whistled.

A nerdy guy came over and asked Janet to dance. She winked at Missy and left with him. Missy poured some punch and turned to be confronted by her history teacher, Miss Banfield. Miss Banfield was thirty-eight. She had tits like Dolly Parton. She was a luscious woman, supple hips, a tiny waist, long, trim legs, a plush ass… and many of the students thought she looked a lot like Vanya White, the beautiful game show star.

"Hello, Melissa," she said. "Oh, hi, Miss Banfield."

"I saw you with Billy Rolfe. I followed you out to the streets. I know what went on out there."

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb, Melissa."

"Gee, I…"

"I could get you in deep water. You could be expelled from school."

"But…"

"However, there is a way we could both be happy."

"Huh? What's that, Miss Banfield?"

"I want Billy Rolfe, Missy."

"You what?"

"I want him. And you're gonna fix it up so I get him alone, so I can do what you did tonight out there in the weeds with him."