Victoria Parker - Wet dream schoolgirl

"See how hard you make my prick, Angela?" he whispered. "This is the most admiration a man can give a lady, to have a big hard-on like this."

"But do you think you should be."

"What am I doing, Angela?" he asked.

"You're playin' with yourself, sir."

"Uh-huh. Makin' myself feel good to you. Playin' with what, Angela?"

"Well you know."

"Tell me."

"Well, you're playin' with your thing… your prick, sir."

"I know. Oh, God, baby! Take your panties down for me."

"Huh? Oh, no. I can't?" She gulped, but a voice inside her told her to do it, take them down and really give the teacher a good show.

"I'll give you an A on the next paper, too. And you won't have to do it," he said, now picking up speed with his strokes.

"Oh, golly. I dunno."

"I wanna see your pussy!" he barked.

"Well, all right then." Angie let her skirt fall. She reached up under it and wiggled her panties down to her knees, then lifted the hem of the skirt again.

"Oh, baby!" Mr. Martin gasped, his eyes full of sparkling passion seeing the sweet young cunt. Her blonde cunt-hair was fuzzy and thick.

Mr. Martin jerked furiously on his hot prick, humping and pumping it with a wild stroke. The prick-head kept squishing out spurts of cum that splashed to the floor in front of him.

"Oh, Angie! Whew, jeez, baby! That looks good," Mr. Martin panted.

"Wow, sir. You're masturbatin'," Angie whispered.

"Uh-huh. Feels good. Masturbatin' to you. Gonna cum to you, Angie!"

He fucked his fist wildly now. He slid down on the edge of his chair and beat savagely on his big cock. Angie watched the action and felt a new eroticism she had not yet experienced. She liked what she was seeing, and she liked showing the teacher her cunt.

"Lemme see your ass," he said hotly.

"I will if you'll give me another A on another paper. I'U let you look," she said.

"Yes, yes!"

Angie turned around, pulled her skirt up way over her ass and showed her smooth ass cheeks to the panting, jerking man.

"Oh jeezzzuzz! Oh my! Oh, Angie!" he babbled, thrilled by the tight, round ass. Angie looked back over her shoulder and watched him jack himself. She instinctively bent over a little to emphasize the curve of her magnificent, young rump.

"You're beautiful. Your ass is beautiful. It's the most amazing… it's… oh, Angie… you have the best ass I've ever seen!" Mr. Martin blabbered.

Angie had never heard such dialogue, but she liked the sound of his quivering voice, liked the words he uttered.

"Turn around again," he huffed.

Angie turned and held up her gray skirt, showed her sweet pussy to her teacher and watched him hammering hard on his big, juicy cock.

Angie's pussy was spritzing. It had become all wet, gummy, sticky, and itchy. She couldn't take her eyes off the way Mr. Martin slugged his big prick. It was at that moment, when his hand was a blur, she rolled her hips, pushed and pumped out her pussy to the jacking teacher.

"Ahhhh," he cried. "Oh, baby. Darling!"

"You like that, when I do that?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes."

Angie wanted to stick a finger in her pussy and finger herself, make herself cum. As if sensing this, Mr. Martin said, "I'd like to see you put your hand between your legs and rub."

"Like this?" Angie asked, gathering her skirt up with one hand, setting her legs apart, her feet flat on the floor, her hips humped, slicking a finger into her cunt.

"Oh!" Mr. Martin gasped. "Oh, Angela. Oh, honey. That's beautiful!"

"You like me doin' this?"

"Oh!" he cried, pumping like a madman. "You're really goin' now, sir," Angie offered.

"I know. I'm gonna cum to you."

"I never had anyone cum to me before, sir," she said.

The sight of beautiful Angie fingering her pussy in front of him sent Mr. Martin into a dizzying swoon of ecstasy. He thumped his prick violently. He grabbed it with both hands, hammered with a vengeance, mindlessly seething with passion for the adorable student.

"Fuck your finger!" he yelped.

Angie slicked her hot little finger furiously in and out of her cunt. She gazed in amazement at the blazing jack-job Mr. Martin was giving himself. She became lost in the thrilling emotion. Tongues tickled her. She felt the first slow shudder of an orgasm that seemed to hold off, and she could control it with her finger.

Then Mr. Martin came. He convulsed in a spasmodic jerk, the force of his climax yanking him upward on the chair as his cock simmered, fumed and burst forth with a stream of hot, thick cream that hurled out high in the air.

"Oh, jeez." Angie gulped, diddling her cunt with passion. "Oh, sir! Wow!"

"Angie, ahhh!" the teacher cried. "Ahhh, Angie!"

He brutally beat his cock as it foamed and spewed cum all over the floor in front of Angie. She came with him. The upheaving turbulence of her climax stormed through her in an orgasmic shudder. She was jerked forward at the waist, then simply shook, her mouth hanging open, her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth. She stared at the simmering cream that continued to pour from Mr. Martin's cock.

"Jeez, sir… ah, jeez," she murmured.

Angie kept her eyes on the foaming, bubbling prick as she came. She was still amazed at the incredible frothing, squirting, shooting of cream. It seemed that his cock would never stop spilling out the big thick goops of stickum.

Mr. Martin fell back finally into his chair, stretched out huffing and puffing, catching his breath. He was now stroking his cum-lathered prick slowly. One more goop dribbled out and splashed to the floor. Then he let go of his cock, and it stood there, a beaten hunk of fat meat.

Angie quickly dropped her skirt and wiggled her panties into place. The bell rang and she left. As she walked down the hall, she smiled to herself thinking about how much fun she had had and all the A's she'd racked up.

"Jeez," she muttered to herself.

The next day Angie was dressed in her cheerleading uniform for the big game that afternoon. She wore a tiny black skirt that was much like her school skirt in that it fit tightly at the top, the waist, and around the hips, then flared into pleats. At the hem of the skirt were two stripes of gold. She wore a black vest with a yellow blouse underneath and black knee socks with black and yellow tennis shoes.

Angie had her hair parted in the middle with bangs that featured two lovely blonde ponytails that bobbed at the side of her head, held up in a loop by black yarn.

Her cheeks were polished red with rouge and she wore a bright cherry lipstick. She looked beautiful, alluring, sexy, enchanting – a Goddess.

Mr. Martin caught up with her and whispered, "Come to my office for a minute, will you?"

"What are we gonna do, sir?"

"I need to see you."

"Now?"

"Yes."

Angie waited by the water fountain for a minute, then she made her way to Mr. Martin's office upstairs. She knocked and he admitted her. She thought maybe someone had seen them in the classroom the previous day, and he perhaps was worried.

He wore a tweed jacket and jeans with a blue, button-down shirt and a dark blue tie. His long sandy hair was in place as was his well trimmed mustache. He didn't look in his forties at all.

"Have you been thinking about yesterday?" he said.

"Uh-huh… well, yes!"

"Oh, I have too, Angela. You must have realized by now how much I adore [missing text]."

She really didn't know what to say to this admission. "Do you really, sir?"

His eyes were grazing the outrageous bulge of her tits in the tight little vest, popping out the buttons that threaded a golden line down the middle of it.

They stood in silence. Angie noticed the growing bulge in his tight jeans. He admired her fresh beauty as it rippled against the curvaceous tit of her tight uniform.