Victoria Parker - Horny hot schoolgirl

"Hook your fingers around my neck."

Kristi did as he told. Then he slid his hands under her dream ass and lifted her off the desk and sat down in his chair with Kristi straddling him, his cock plugged deep in her young cunt.

Her legs draped over his. He clutched her big tits, fondled them as Kristi rocked up and down on him.

"Now, you fuck me, Kristi," he whispered. "Yes, sir," she said, bouncing up and down on his enormous cock. "Yes, I'll fuck you."

She was bucking up and down on his cock when he came again. It was so quick. She didn't expect him to throw another load into her like that. She felt the hot juice squirt into her already-soaked pussy. It felt so good that it made her shudder. She fucked wildly now, trying to get her own climax. She rocked up and down, bounced up and down on his fat cock. Her sweet ponytail swung back and forth, at the side of her head as she slid up and down on Mr. Harper's prick.

"I love fucking, sir," she whimpered. "I love yielding to temptation like this."

"Fuck me, you sweet pet," Mr. Harper huffed.

She fucked furiously on top of him until a withering climax engulfed her.

"Sir, I'm doing it!" she yelped.

"Come with me, Kristi!"

And she did. Her whole being was turned over to the beautiful feeling. It waved over her like a rushing tide. His cock spit juice into her pussy. She bucked and fucked. Her ponytail slapped and flapped.

She crumpled on top of him, heaving, panting, shivering in the final gasp of her orgasm.

"Goddamn!" her teacher whispered. "Oh, Goddamn, honey, you fucked me so good."

"I just want to learn, sir," Kristi panted. "I just want to learn…"

The day following her intriguing experience with Mr. Harper, Kristi strolled down the hall in her alternate uniform. She wore maroon knee socks, a white, silky long-sleeved blouse with a ruffled collar, and a plaid, maroon miniskirt. The skirt was held together with a large, gold colored pin. Kristi liked it because it was so easy to get in and out of.

Her long, blonde hair was combed out, parted in the middle and swept back on the sides, held there with maroon barrettes before it fell to her shoulders. It licked at her back as she walked. Kristi had been thinking constantly about the incident in her teacher's office, the way he had fucked her, the way he took her so boldly and quickly. The mere thought of it sent delicious tingles racing down her arms and up her legs.

Kristi had freshly painted her fingernails a bright red, and she wore a light-red lipstick which matched the rouged look of her blushed cheeks.

She was joined in the hall by Gary Penn. He was a senior at Hastings High. Kristi had dated him only twice. He was nearly six-feet, three-inches, thin, and he played on the basketball team. Gary had black hair which he wore short, almost a crew cut, so he could effect a new-wave look. Kristi had always thought Gary was good-looking. She liked the rugged cut of his young face.

"Kristi, hi," he said.

"Hi, Gary."

"I wondered if you wanted to see a movie with me. The Warriors is playing at the Orpheum. I thought we could catch the early feature after school."

That interested Kristi. She could kill some time before she had to go home and spend a baring evening with her parents. They always made her be home by ten o'clock on school nights, so she never went out much except on the weekends.

"Sure, I'd love to," Kristi said.

Gary smiled. They agreed to meet after the final period, then they went to their English class. Kristi sat across the aisle from Gary.

Their English teacher was Mrs. Valerie Hope, a buxom, busty woman of thirty-eight. She always wore tight skirts, low V-neck sweaters, nylons and black high heels. She had gorgeous legs and the boys always took note of this when Mrs. Hope sat up on her desk, crossed her legs and read to them from the Iliad or some other classic work of literature.

She also would come down to the front row during class, take an empty desk, and sit on that as she talked to the class or read to them.

This day she was siding on the desk in the front row, facing the class. Her knit skirt had pulled especially high to reveal her great legs.

Kristi looked over and saw Gary staring at the woman's legs, her dark, silk stockings, the way they pulled against her thighs. She looked at the other boys. They were all fixed on the teacher's dirty pose on the desk.

Kristi saw the erection push up in Gary's blue slacks, his uniform pants that were worn with his white shin and, blue tie.

After class, Kristi met her friends Brenda Black. Brenda was a lusty girl with long, brown hair, a pretty face accentuated by a square chin. She wore her hair in a long ponytail and had on the same uniform as Kristi.

"God, that Mrs. Hope. She's such a bitch. Do you think she sits up there and shows off her legs on purpose?" Brenda asked.

"I don't know, but she sure gives the guys a good look, doesn't she?"

"Shit! It gets 'em all hot and bothered, I'll tell you that."

"I noticed," Kristi replied.

"The old witch. She better watch it," Brenda said.

The bell rang and they went to their next class. Afterward, Kristi met Gary in front of the school, and they walked down the street four blocks to the Orpheum Theater.

They took a seat in the back, up on thc balcony. Since it was an early movie, there was a sparse crowd in the theater and only one other person in the balcony with them, a man who sat down in the front row.

Gary slid his hand to Kristi's and took it. He held it as the movie began. Kristi liked the rock 'n' roll sound track that was playing while the credits rolled.

She squeezed Gary's hand and he squeezed hers. She moved their clasped fingers and laid them on her thigh. Then she moved Gary's hand up higher.

All she could think about was how good it had felt the day before when Mr. Harper had fucked and sucked her pussy. Her cunt itched for some action.

She moved Gary's hand so that it lay on her ripe thigh. He made no move to move it to her pussy. Kristi wanted him to. Then she slid her hand up and down on his thigh. Gary trembled. She pulled higher until her fingers bit his rising erection. She clutched it and squeezed.

"Ooooh," Gary whispered lowly, hotly.

He slid his hand under her miniskirt, along her creamy thigh, and finally his fingers tipped against the thin material of her panties.

He rubbed her pussy slowly.

"Gary," Kristi whimpered.

She unzipped his fly and his cock leaped into her hand. His cock was hard as lead. She held his prick in her hand and felt the beating, pounding throb of his desire.

A stream of cream dribbled down over her knuckles as she held his cock. She slowly jacked on it. His prick wasn't as big as Mr. Harper's, but it was a good six inches. And hard, oh so hard. She loved the heat of his stiff cock against her palm and fingers.

Gary's fingers scratched at the crotch of her panties. Kristi's pussy spritzed and her pussy juiced seeped through the thin cotton to Gary's prodding fingers.

Kristi couldn't help herself. She was as hot as a firecracker fuse. She unhooked the pin at the side of the miniskirt and it unwrapped like a bandage and fell wide open.

She pumped on the boy's prick, a slow, sure stroke. His cock squirted little drops of cum that sprinkled her forearm.

"Put your hand in my panties, Gary," she whispered.

He quickly dipped into the white panties and ran his fingers through the thick coils of blonde cunt hair. His finger slipped into her pussy.

"Oh God, Kristi," he whimpered. "Not too loud," she admonished. She was frightened of what she was doing there in the balcony of the Orpheum.

His finger moved in and out of Kristi's cunt. She slid down on the edge of her cushioned seat and let Gary finger-fuck her as she jacked on his prick.