"Wet dream schoolgirl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Parker Victoria)

CHAPTER FOUR

Anne again straightened her skirt, and turned to Dave who was still on the floor on his knees.

"I have to hurry to class," she said. "But, I hope we can meet and do this again sometime."

"When?"

"Well, it'll have to be here at school. My husband is insanely jealous. I never get out unless he's with me," Anne said.

"I don't blame him!" Dave smiled. Anne walked to the door, turned, and smiled back. "Jeez, that's some tongue you have there professor."

She then slipped quickly out the door. Angie watched as Dave stood up. His big prick was stiff as a lead pipe. He stood nude for a moment, then picked up his clothes. Angie was still tingling with her cum. She leaned forward to catch her balance and knocked over a microscope that clunked loudly to the floor.

Dave looked up quickly. He came round the counter and saw the darling girl standing there. Angela had taken her hand out of her panties and dropped her gray skirt. She stood sheepishly, her cheeks blushed red. Mr.

Hall stood naked, his cock like an iron bar. They stood in silence, looking at each other. The teacher admiring the beauty of the girl, her precious face, the pouty, full lips glowed with pink, her lovely blonde hair, parted in the middle, banged on her forehead, drawn up in double ponytails.

Angie's tight, dark blue sweater bulged with the roundness of her big tits. The teacher's eyes glazed her smooth legs, the dark blue knee socks, the blue and white saddle shoes, her luscious hips.

His cock throbbed and wobbled wildly.

"So you saw it all," he whispered.

"Well, I… I didn't mean to, sir. I was working… I was trying to…"

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"Oh, no sir. No!" Angie said, her eyes staring at the giant cock.

Angie trembled at the sight of the nude man, his hairy chest, the hair around his cock, his big balls sacked between his legs, his taut muscular body.

"You mustn't tell anyone." Mr. Hall said.

"No, I won't, sir. I really won't."

"Did you like what you aw, Miss Peterson?" he asked.

"Did it make you hot? Are you hot now?"

"Oh, sir!" She gulped.

"It did, didn't it? You got hot."

"Well, I got excited."

"You're hot right now, aren't you," he said, and pulled Angie to him, pressed her incredible body to his nakedness, his cock slamming up against her skirt. He kissed her savagely, and his hands fanned out over her amazing ass.

"Boy, you are hot, you're trembling all over," Mr. Hall whispered. His hands cupped her ass firmly.

"You wanna do some of those things I did with Miss Preston, Angie?" he asked huskily.

"I couldn't, sir. I mean, I… uh… never have done… any of…"

Mr. Hall lifted her tiny skirt up over a sweet pair of pussy-packed pink panties. The tight nylon bulged at the crotch in a juicy, wet invitation. He dunked his hand down deep into the sopping pants.

"Like this, when I had my hand in Miss Preston's panties, did that make you hot?" he whispered, his voice husky, deep, full of passion for the lovely lass. His fingers entwined with the sweet blonde coils of hot cunt-hair between her legs, and then he slicked a finger in the gummy, tight slit.

"Ahhhh, oh!" Angie muttered.

"See, you're all wet down there. All wet and sticky. All hot, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

His finger jimmied in and out of Angie's cunt. His knuckles jiggled out the crotch other pink panties. His cock throbbed between them.

"Oh, but, sir. Do you think you should do that?" Angie gasped.

"I won't if you don't want me to," he whispered, "but you like it, just like Miss Preston did. Don't you?"