John Kellerman - Bold hot schoolgirl

"You're my little slut! My own little high school slut!"

Cammy didn't care what her teacher called her. Even if he was a little kinky, his cock felt wonderful inside her cunt. She pumped her ass eagerly, making friction around her cit.

"Uhhh, ohhhh God, that's wonderful. You're really big and hard!"

Bob Anderson groped excitedly at her slim, firm body, then kissed her open mouth so hard it hurt. The weight of his body pinned her to the bed. She pounded his back and gasped with excitement. The thrills inside her pussy were pounding up through her. Bob's cock was all the way inside now and when he pulled back to thrust again, her pussy clasped tightly around his swollen cock-meat as if it wanted to keep him there forever.

"Bob!" she moaned, hugging his neck. "Ohhhh, you're really fucking me good!"

"Your pussy is hot!" He mouthed one of her tits roughly and the nipples came up between his lips. Cammy arched her back from the frenzied pleasure Bob made her feel. Then she wrapped her long legs around his back and hunched like a hot rabbit. Bob clutched her dancing ass and fucked his prick as deep as he could get it.

"Whhhhaaaaa!" Cammy babbled. Bob grabbed her hips and rammed hard, his cock going into her to the hilt with each thrust.

"Uhhh, ohhhh, yes!"

"I'm all the way in you. Do you like it?"

"Yes… uhhh… ohhhh… Bob… Ohhhh shit!"

Suddenly Bob stopped moving and bit his lip. Cammy didn't know what was wrong, but she couldn't stop moving herself. She pumped her slim ass faster.

"Ohhhh, don't stop. What's wrong? Ohhh, Bob, keep fucking me cause I'm gonna come!"

"Stop moving, Cammy. Stop or it'll be too late!"

Cammy didn't care whether he lost it or not. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel her teacher's big cock sliding in and out of her pussy until she lost her mind with pleasure. She wanted to feel her clit explode. Ecstasy washed over her skin and jolted every nerve.

"Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!"

She humped and arched her back as her pussy stripped the thick, throbbing cock-shaft that filled her. Bob bit his lip and cursed. Inside her cunt she could feel his cock-head swelling with a steady, beating rhythm. Then Bob Anderson cried out and jerked his cock out of her pussy. He slapped it up onto her soft belly just as his first spurt came. Hot spatters of cum flecked Cammy's tits and tummy. The next jet leaped up in an arc and fell in a hot, slick line across her mouth.

She reached down and caught his jerking, bobbing cock. She jacked his cock-skin with quick, hard jerks, her fingers bumping the flared crown of Bob's spurting prick. Another thick glob of cum fell between her tits. Cammy scooped it up with her finger and popped it into her mouth.

Bob had rolled onto his back now, his cock still shooting spurts of cum. His cum wet the sheets and dripped down in long strings. Cammy kept jacking him as cum dripped from her fingers and oozed down her arm.

"God, you must have a pint in your balls!" Bob shuddered and gave a few last thrusts with his hips. Cammy squeezed his balls with one hand while milking the length of his cock with her long white fingers. A couple of heavy drops of his cum oozed down his cock-shaft and then some of the hardness went out of it. Cammy licked his slick cum from her fingers and put a hand down to her cunt. She hadn't come, and now she was half out of her mind.

She touched her swollen clit and began to roll it gingerly.

"Bob, I'm dying to fuck. What's wrong?" He didn't open his eyes and his breathing was growing deeper and steadier. Cammy frowned and swung her legs out of bed. She jerked on her panties and skirt and found her blouse on a chair.

"What a drag. What a fucking drag!"

Going to the bed, she shook Bob Anderson's shoulders, but he mumbled sleepily and rolled over. Cammy let herself out of his apartment and hurried downstairs. As soon as she was out of the building, she ran. Her heart was pounding and her cunt aching. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She was burning up with wanting to do it.

"Blake!" she said suddenly. It wasn't her night to get tutoring, but she couldn't bother with that now. She had to see someone who'd take care of her.

She passed a phone booth, but she didn't have a dime and she'd left his number at home. More than that, she didn't have time. Her pussy ached with wanting cock. She had to get to Blake… and fast.

When nobody answered the bell, Cammy began to knock. Her cunt-lips were swollen and damp, pushing out the thin silk of her panties. She put her hand under her dress and stroked the plump curve of her pussy. When someone came down the hall, she took her hand away until she was alone again. Then she dug at herself again.

"Why doesn't anyone answer?" she whined, rocking her hips. "Finger-fucking just isn't going to get it!"

Impatiently she jerked her panties down, yanked them off over her shoes and held them while she pushed a finger into her cunt-hole. Her pussy-flesh sucked at her knuckles as she stroked and stabbed at herself. She knocked again. Then the hall lights went out.

A bigger finger pushed her own finger away and slid into her cunt-hole. An arm went around her waist. "Looking for someone?"

"Is that you Blake?" Cammy whimpered. "It sounds like you. Oh God, you scared me!" When no answer came, she tried to turn to see him. A hand went against her tits. She was pushed back against the wall and her dress jerked up.

"You're wet and ready, aren't you, little girl? You've been playing with yourself!"

"Blake! Tell me it's you. I had to see you. I couldn't wait. I would have called but…"

A hot mouth smothered her words. She tried to pull away, but whoever had, pinned her against the wall was much stronger than she was. She thought it was Blake, but she couldn't be sure. In the dimly lit hall she hadn't seen anyone sneak up behind her.

"You can stop kidding around now, Blake. You don't have to force me. I came over here so we could… you know."

"Girls who take their panties off in the hall might just get fucked," the man said. Cammy heard the sound of a zipper. Something hot and hard was pressed against her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but a knee was shoved between her thighs and her braid pulled back. With her head back, Cammy felt her neck being kissed. Hot thrills coursed through her body.

"Blake, it is you, isn't it? I'm sure ft's you!" She heard a key slip into a lock. The door in front of her opened. Cammy felt a rush of relief. Of course it was Blake. He was taking her into his apartment. He was playing a big joke on her, pretending he was forcing her to submit.

"Blake, it's so dark in here. Let's turn on a light."

"Forget the light."

Cammy was dragged through a room and down a hall. She remembered vaguely the bedroom where she and Blake had made it before. She thought that was where they were now but with only the light from the bathroom coming under the closed door, she couldn't be sure.

"Ohhhh Blake, I missed you. Did you miss me?"

A tongue went between her teeth. She was pushed back on the bed and her legs forced apart. Still frightened, Cammy writhed against her mystery lover. She was almost positive it was Blake, but that little bit of doubt added a strange excitement. A hand caressed her tits, then smoothed down her belly. She saw the outline of a man's shoulder in the light from across the room, but his face was impossible to see.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

Blake's voice? She panted, reaching out in the darkness. She found the stiff heat of a male cock and squeezed her thin fingers around it. She was trembling. The man hovering over her pressed his mouth against hers. It was a strong kiss, but gentle, too. The stab of his tongue made Cammy whimper with lust.

"Your cock feels beautiful," she breathed. "Fuck me with your cock!"