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

"I…"

"I'm playin' in your panties, just like I did with Anne," he said. "And what did she say to me, Angie?"

"Uh… uh. She said, finger me, finger me!"

"That's what she said all right." His finger fucked slowly in and out of Angie's soft cunt, and the feeling that radiated through the girl was a delight to her. She was indeed hot. Very hot.

"And I told her to keep fuckin' my prick with her fist, but you aren't doin' that, Angie," Mr. Hall said.

"Oh, but should I? I mean really, sir. Here in school and stuff."

"Yeah, you should," he said, jiggling his finger in a fluid glide in and out of her pussy. He took his free hand and guided her wrist to his cock. Her fingers slowly gripped the thick, pulsing prick.

"Move your hand in and out, Angie. Pump it on my prick!"

She did this to the delight of the handsome teacher. Her hand was tight around the enlarged stalk of his cock. She pushed the slick, smooth skin in and out, looking up into his impassioned face, seeing the glistening passion in his green eyes.

"Then I asked Miss Preston if I might take her panties down. What did she say, Angie?"

"Oh, oh. She said… she said, please take my panties down."

"Let me hear you say it, Angie."

"Okay. Please take my panties down."

"And you have pretty pink panties like Miss Preston's, too, darling," Mr. Hall said, kneeling in front of the gorgeous girl.

He yanked her pants down, took them to her ankles, and pulled them off. "May I keep your panties, Angie?"

"Oh, I can't. I mean…"

"I'll just take them," he said.

His finger had stayed in her cunt, and he kept sawing it in and out. Then he mashed his face into the V of her legs, his gaping, open mouth sucked like a vacuum on her cunt.

Angie sighed, and she came. The rippling ribbon of delight shuddered her body. She shook all over.

Mr. Hall cupped his hands behind her on her ass and chewed furiously on her cunt as she climaxed. Angie had never felt anything so wonderful. She loved the feel that spread through her luscious body.

Mr. Hall, with his hands on her ass, could feel the tremble, the feeling, the good buzz that swept through Angie. He chomped her virgin cunt, chewed, sucked, and tickled his tongue at her sweet clit.

Dave got up. "When Miss Preston came, I got up and asked her if she wanted to fuck. That's what I did. What did she say, Angie?"

Angie felt faint. She was completely captivated by the thrilling orgasm, by the handsome teacher. She thought she might pass out, but she managed to mumble, "Yeah, I wanna fuck. That's what she said, but sir. I can't. I never fucked. I never did that before!"

Dave held her skirt up high and fisted his cock. He humped down, bent at the knees, and directed the prick-head of his squirting cock right at the lips of Angie's pussy. He didn't put it all the way in, just lodged the head in between her cunt-lips.

"Okay, then I'll just rub the tip of my cock on your pussy. Feel good?" he said.

"Oh, sir… you shouldn't do this…"

Angie muttered, looking down, seeing the shining, glistening cock extended between them, the big red cock-head flubbing her cunt.

"I won't put it all the way in, Angie," he said, jacking his prick, pumping the stalk, mashing the cock-head in a fucking friction on the girl's pussy.

Angie continued watching the teacher pump his cock at her twit. She thrilled to the exquisite feeling that his action gave her. His hand on his cock excited her, the way he underhanded the thick prick-stalk the way he sawed in and out.

Then Angie was on the floor. She knew not how she got there, but she was on her back, her legs spread, knees up, and her skirt fluffed on her waist. Mr. Hall was above her. He was on his knees bending over, still pumping his prick at her pussy.

"Then what did Anne say to me?" he huffed. "Oh, I can't say that word, sir," Angie protested.

"Yes you can. It's a beautiful word. What did she say to me?"

"Oh, sir."

"Come on, tell me, Angie."

"Oh, uh. Fuck! She said fuck. She said fuck me and fuck me!" Angie babbled.

His cock slipped into her slick pussy. He got at least three inches into her, leaned straight over her and stared humping up and down, plugging her pussy with his big prick.

"Oh, darling," he said, his breath hot in her pretty face.

"Should we be fuckin' on the floor like this, Mr. Hall. What if…"

"Yes, we should. Don't you like the way it feels."

"Oh, I do. Yes!"

"Fuckin is wonderful, Angie. Fuckin' like this is an expression of the most intimate love and respect."

Angie's pretty legs were still up at the knees, and she looked good on the floor in her school uniform fucking the teacher. She loved the feel of his prick bulging in her cunt. She floated on a thick cloud of paradise.

She came. Mr. Hall quickly pulled his cock out of her pussy and shoved his finger in. He grabbed his cock and was back on his knees. He beat it wildly and came with her. A big gusher of cream sprayed from the prick-tip and splashed all over Angie's pretty legs, her white, flat belly. Big puddles of cum bubbled on the inside of her thighs, all over her patch of pussy hair, her beautiful belly button.

She stared at the eruption as she shuddered in climax, watched the jizz squirt miraculously from the top of his cock. Her mouth hung open. She tingled all over with that divine feeling of orgasm.

"We're cummin'!" Mr. Hall yipped.

"Feels so good, sir!" she mumbled, squirming beneath him, completely fascinated by the volcanic spray of his hot cum.

"I'm shootin' off!"

"Uh, oh yeah. You're shootin' off, sir!"

"You're cummin' with me, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"I'm beatin' my cock, shootin' my stuff, Angie!"

"You're shootin' on my skirt!"

"Oh, darling!"

Seeing the mature, muscular, handsome man humped over on his knees above her, his wrist and hand in a blurring pump, absolutely thrilled Angie, and another exciting orgasm flashed through her. She writhed on the shiny hardwood floor, a prisoner of Mr. Hall's fucking finger.

The hot cream poured out of his cock in gooshy squirts. He stiffened. His muscles rippled. He gave himself an expert hand-job and peered down into Angie's beautiful face, saw there the passion etched in crinkles on her forehead, saw the sparkle in her baby-blue eyes.

He finally spent his huge load. He panted, huffed and puffed. Angie relaxed in the glow of her two orgasms.

Mr. Hall's cock wilted quickly. The stalk was raw, red, creamy, slick and dribbles of cream seeped from the tip. He leaned down and kissed Angie warmly, pressed his lips to her sweet mouth, swished his tongue around, then whispered, "My lovely darling, that was wonderful, wasn't it?"

Angie lay there thinking she would like to cum all the time, just simply vibrate continuously with that good feeling. "Yes, it was, but I better go, sir. I've got class."

She got up.

"Are you gonna keep my panties, Mr. Hall?"

"But, sir, these skirts are so short and stuff, and… well I…"

Mr. Hall peered up her skirt. He lifted the hem and his eyes inspected Angie's astonishing ass. Her rump was tight, round, smooth. A beautiful ass. It looked as though some famous sculptor had carved it to perfection. The teacher had never seen an ass that excited him the way Angie's did.

"I'm sure you already know this, but you have an incredible ass, Angie," he whispered, then began raining tiny love kisses on the slick cheeks. He pushed her skirt up high on her waist, licked his tongue all over.

"Oh, sir. You're not…"

But he did. He slashed his tongue up and down the crack of her ass. This new experience sent a tingle, an erotic jolt of excitement and pleasure through Angie's body. He cupped the cheeks with his hands, pushed them apart to accommodate the wild wag of his wet tongue.

"Uh! Ah!" Angie huffed. "My ass! Not my ass, sir!"

"Uh-huh," he said, his tongue carving a path up and down the fuzzy crack.

Angie tried to remember what Miss Preston had said when he tongue-fucked her ass, because she knew Mr. Hall wanted her to talk that way.

"Oh, I can't believe you're doin' that, sir."

His tongue twirled on her asshole.

"Ahhhhh, jeez!" Angie gasped. "I can't!"

"Have you ever had a rim-job, my darling?"

"No. But gee, honey. Have mercy."

Angie was completely captivated by the experience, his tongue rolling, wiggling on her asshole. She tried to remember again what Anne had said, but she was so lost in the thrilling feeling she was having, she could think about was screaming for joy.

"Well, you really are doin' that, aren't you?" she finally managed.

"Yes, mmm, mmmm," he said.

Then she remembered.

"My ass, my ass!" She gulped. "Tongue-fuck my ass, honey! Eat, eat, eat it!" Angie cried, and shoved her finger in her pussy as Miss Preston had done. She fingered her cunt as Mr. Hall twiddled his hot, lewd tongue on her shit-hole.

She came.

"Ah, shit!" Angie exclaimed. "What are you… at, shit!"

He bit, sucked, kissed, and took the young lady to new plateaus of pleasure, and as her finger fucked her pussy, she came again and again and again.