Victoria Parker - Wet dream schoolgirl

"Lemme taste your pussy, too, Angie," Mr. Hall said.

"I don't think I should let you taste it," Angie teased, playing Miss Preston's game with him.

"Oh, darling, but I wanna," he sighed, shoving his finger in and out of Darcy's cunt, knuckling out her panties, while the girl clutched his cock tightly.

"Well, what are you gonna give me?" Angie asked.

"Anything your heart desires, darling."

"I want twenty dollars."

"Okay," he said.

She dipped a hand in her pants, stuck her finger in her juicy cunt, withdrew it and offered it to Mr. Hall who sucked and licked the good goop off.

"Mmmm, both you girls have real scrumptious pussies," he whispered hotly.

Mr. Hall reached down and stuck his tongue in Darcy's mouth as he worked her panties down. He bent at the knees, got the pink pants on her thighs just above the knees. He whirled Darcy around, then fell to his knees and slicked his tongue up and down the crack of her ass.

"Ah!" she shouted. "Oh, gee whiz, Angie, he's lickin' my ass."

"I can see what he's doin'," Angie said. "He's a nasty, naughty guy, isn't he?"

Darcy was so hot, so excited. She had no idea sex could be so wonderful, so thrilling. Mr. Hall's slobbering tongue slithered up and down the crack of her hot ass, and it was like a feather back there diddling, tickling her to towers of pleasure.

"Ahhh! Oh, jeez! Whew!" she babbled. She held her gray skirt up with her hands, offered her tight, round ass to the gobbling teacher.

He finally sent his tongue swirling at her asshole.

"He did that to me, too," Angie said, "he licked my asshole, too the last time."

Mr. Hall clutched the round cheeks of the ass, spread them and wobbled his wild tongue on Darcy's tight rim. Angie watched in excited fascination at the way his face mashed into Darcy's ass, how his cock throbbed and spurted gobs of cum. The thick splats of goo splashed on Darcy's knee socks.

"Here, I'll finger you while he does that," Angie said, and slicked her finger into Darcy's pussy.

Now she was completely gone. She knew she was going to faint from ecstasy. She started to cum. Her body shivered as though she'd just come in from a freezing day. She continued to quake, then she shuddered violently.

"I'm cummin', I'm feelin' it!" she cried. "Oh, Gawd!"

Angie fucked her finger into Darcy's pussy. Mr. Hall screwed his tongue on her asshole. The darling, freckle-faced lass, the beautiful teen quivered through a fabulous climax.

"Oh, I feel so good! So damn good!" she yelped. "Oh, shit! He's biting my ass, Angie!"

"I know he is. He's good at it, isn't he?"

"Oh, yes. He's real good at lickin' my… ahhhhh, shit! I'm cummin' again!"

Ripples of delight, one ribbon of satisfaction after another raced through Darcy's body, making her feel new heights of pleasure, a new plateau of incredible satisfaction. And she knew at that moment that she would always love sex, would always see it as the only expression of true love.

Mr. Hall finally got up. His horse-prick wobbled from side to side. His nuts hung low. He faced the two beautiful girls. "I wanna fuck!"

He took his cock in his hand and guided it to Darcy's pussy. He plunged the big cock-head into the lips of her pussy. The slit opened, then sucked on the throbbing plum-like cock-top.

"Ah, shit! You got your cock in me!" she cried.

"Quite true, and I'm gonna fuck you, Darcy. How would you like that, would you like to fuck?"

Angie stuck her finger up Mr. Hall's ass.

"Whoof! Jeez, Angie, you gonna fuck my ass?"

"Yeah, while you fuck Darcy's cunt."

"Ah, oh, he's got his big prick in me, Angie," Darcy panted, her voice quivering, trembling, hot with passion. She tucked her cute chin in and looked down and watched the slick, sluicing cock punching in and out of her tight pussy.

The erotic threesome looked good. Mr. Hall was bent at the knees, humping his prick in and out of Darcy's cunt. She stood holding her skirt up, her panties a tight stretch of pink on her knees, her legs tapered into her knee socks. Angie stood off to the side, watching, and curling one arm behind Mr. Hall so she could fingerfuck his asshole.

"I'm cummin' again!" Darcy yelped. "Oh! Oh!"

Mr. Hall reached out with one hand and stuck his finger in Angie's ass. She shoved her own finger in her cunt and started fucking herself.

Darcy shuddered and gulped through a vibrating climax. Then Mr. Hall took his cock out of her pussy and began jerking on the huge erection.

"Look, he's masturbatin', Darcy," Angie said.

Mr. Hall pumped furiously until his prick exploded and pasted a big load of cum all over Darcy's belly, her pussy, her gray skirt. "Gee!" Darcy huffed. "He's shootin' off all over me. It's hot!"

"Hot cream," Angie murmured.

"Ah, girls, girls, girls! So wonderful, both of you!" Mr. Hall muttered.

His prick spewed a thick hot load that seemed as though it would never stop. Once it did stop, then his cock pulsed, bulged, and began showering more cream at Darcy.

The freckle-faced darling stood in wide-eyed amazement watching the torrent of juice pour from the big mule-cock. "Oh, my," she whispered. "Oh, my!"

When he finished coming, he dropped again to his knees and pushed his face into Darcy's cunt. He began lapping his long, wild, wet tongue over the fuzzy curls. He slicked up and down her cunt-slit, then sucked the whole pussy into his mouth and nibbled.

"He's chewin' my pussy, Angie!" Darcy exclaimed, looking down, watching.

"Howls it feel?"

"Oh, good, good. Real good," Darcy sighed softly, tossing her head back, closing her eyes, holding her skirt up, and pushing her hips outward, grinding her muffin pussy at Mr. Hall's greedy mouth.

Sweet Angie was in her cheerleading uniform, the tiny black pleated skirt, the black knee socks, the vest of black over a bright yellow blouse. Her blonde hair was in double ponytails, her lips glossed shiny with a pink lipstick. Her cheeks were rouged with a wine-red blush.

She had just finished cheerleading for a Friday evening game. It was a warm fall night. She had noticed up in the bleachers a man who was taking pictures of her everytime she was on the field. She had exaggerated many of her moves, especially the bumping and grinding the girls did, the wonderful swing and sway of their hips, the bending over with their backs to the stands. She made sure her skirt rippled up over her bloomers, which on this night were bright, white.

Angie had enjoyed showing off for the older man, and she guessed he must have taken a hundred pictures of her. It seemed that his flash unit was sparkling all night.

She was walking through the parking lot between the field and the school. Suddenly the man appeared, getting quickly out of his car.

She figured him to be near forty. He was nattily dressed in gray slacks, blue sweater, and a pair of expensive doeskin loafers. He had blond hair and wore glasses.

"Hello," he said cheerfully. "Hi," Angie responded.

"I thought you were very good out there tonight. I took some pictures of you."

"I saw you."

"You're beautiful," he said. "What's your name?"

"Angie Peterson."

He stuck out his hand and shook hers, squeezed warmly. "I'm Steve Carlton. Could I give you a ride?"

"No, I'm just goin' over to the school to meet some of the girls."

"I'd sure like to take some more pictures of you, some more close-ups."

"I don't think I'd better. Not here in the lot," she said.

"I'd give you a hundred dollars for some more pictures," he said.

"Huh… just for some pictures?"

"Yes."

"Well, jeez, ah… there's, maybe we could do it over there. In one of the classrooms."

"Oh, yes. That would be fine."

"Well, you'd kinda have to sneak in, then right off the side door, in the hall on the right is a classroom. I could meet you there."