Victoria Parker - Wet dream schoolgirl

"Oh, uh! Here it comes, sir!" she cried and the ecstasy of climax whirled through her.

His prick started shooting. Cream jetted from the enlarged cock-head. Angie looked down and watched the way she pumped and the spray that shot out.

Mr. Martin cried, squeezing wildly on her tits. "Oh, jeez, sir? Whoof! Jeez! You're shootin' stuff!"

"Ah, yeah. Cummin' with yah!" Angie shook with the ruffle of twittering orgasm, a hysteria, a madness that overtook her and spun her into a tornado of satisfaction.

She pumped and pumped and pumped on his cock as it rubbed her pussy. She'd never had such a shaking, shivering, flustering feeling.

"I love it!" she huffed. "Oh, I love it!" And he tucked her chin in and watched the eruption of steaming cream from Mr. Martin's cock. Her hand was caked white with the sticky goo of his ejaculation. His cock was like a creamed banana. Her hand slid easily on the iron-hard prick-stalk. The juice sprayed from between her legs, shot out in a looping arc, then splashed in puddles to the hardwood floor.

Mr. Martin squeezed her tits and humped in and out behind her, his knees bent, his head and chin on her shoulder, his tongue sending shiver into her ear all down her side.

Angie gripped his squirting prick with hands and hammered hard, pumping out his full load, loving the sight of the jizz fizzing in a hot, steamy stream.

"You, my darling, are wonderful," he panted, sloshing his tongue in her ear.

"Your cock just keeps gooshin'," Angie whispered.

"Ahhhh, God, it feels good," he moaned.

She was still tingling with her own climax, her own flutter of orgasm, a vibration that jiggled through her with a divine intensity.

"Oh, yeah, yeah… feels good!" she managed, her voice shaking, quivering.

The tide of their passion finally subsided. Angle's stroke stopped. Mr. Martin pulled back, his creamy prick-stick sliding through her thighs leaving a trail of juice on the insides.

He spun her around, looked at her longingly. "I am truly crazy about you, dear," he whispered, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

The next week at school Angie was treated to an erotic show. She had stayed late to work on a biology assignment in the lab. She hadn't planned to stay so long and it was well past five when the door opened and Anne Preston and Mr. David Hall, two teachers at Winston came into the room. He was tall and handsome, and she was nearing forty, incredibly stacked, plush and supple in the hips, huge tits, and a classic beauty.

"Take your clothes off," Anne said.

Dave quickly did as she asked and stood nude before her.

Angie was quick to put away her experiment and duck down behind the counter so they could not see her. She looked with amazement at Mr. Hall's big hard-on, and she noticed how Miss Preston eyed it too.

"Better lock the door," Anne said.

Dave motioned for her to do it, and she walked to the lock and put it in place. Dave fondled his prick as he watched the sway of her hips and ass. She came back and stood in front of him, a smile playing on her juicy red lips.

Dave pulled Anne into his arms, tight against his thumping throbbing erection. It slapped at her. His hands slithered down her back and he plunged them into the sweetness of her juicy ass. It felt good through her skirt, and his fingers pressed into the rippling cheeks.

Anne reached down and fisted his cock. The stalk felt like a brick someone had left out in the sun. She explored the full length, the marble hard smoothness. She gripped the squirting prick and felt the pulsing throb against her fingers.

His nude body trembled with desire for her. His heart pounded with passion. His whole being tingled with the delicious tickle of Anne's hand clutching his big fuck-throbber.

He kissed her warmly, his mouth open. Their lips were hot. Their tongues flapped and fucked. Dave drew back. He looked down at Anne's hand holding his cock.

"You like it?" he whispered.

"Yeah, I love it. You know I love it."

"You like my cock?"

"Yeah, I love your cock, big daddy!" she purred, and squeezed the rigid prick-stick, felt the thumping, the wild throbbing.

Anne pulled back a little then bent over at the waist. She ducked down on Dave's cock and kissed the tip, licked a bubble at hot, steaming cream. Her lips puckered around the big, red cock-head. Dave squirted a goop of jizz that splashed onto her fresh, red lipsticked lips.

"Ah, Anne, honey!" he cried.

She bobbed in and out, took his prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. Her heavenly lips were like a wet plunger. Her mouth was like butter. She cupped Dave's balls with her free hand.

He stood above her peering down at her marvelous mouth sealed around the tip of his cock, the way her cheeks caved in.

"Oh, shit, baby," he mumbled. "You're the best cock-sucker in the whole damn world. Aren't you?"

"Mmmmm," came Anne's affirmative reply as she bobbed deeper in on his prick, took at least five inches of the eight inches he had to offer her.

She finally lifted off his cock, stood up, but kept the prick-stalk gripped in her hand. Dave lifted her red skirt, hoisted it over the tops of her dark nylons, the white garter-straps, the white garter-belt, and her pussy-packed pink panties.

He sent his hand into the crotch of the panties and felt the soft muffin puffing out the thin nylon, rubbed his fingers against her pussy.

The panties were elegantly shaded at the V by the thick, rich carpet of cunt curls underneath, and his itching fingers were soon pulling on the top of her panties. Then he sent his hand digging deep into her pants.

"I wanna play in your panties, Anne," he whispered. "I wanna be in your panties."

"You're in there," she remarked coyly.

Dave hooked a finger into her juicy, spritzing cunt, then started diddling, sawing it in and out in a slow finger rhapsody, which gave Anne a delightful tingle of ecstasy. His knuckles bulged out the crotch of her panties as he rubbed her pussy.

"Finger me," she sighed, "finger me!"

"I will if you'll keep fuckin' my prick with your fist like that!" Dave gulped hotly.

"Yeah, but it's squirtin' all over me!" she purred, and her grip tightened on the thick prick-stick. She shoved her hand in and out in an underhanded push and pull that made Dave swoon with tingling satisfaction.

His hand danced inside her pants. His finger was a good slicker.

"It's all wet and sticky in there, in your panties," Dave said.

"I know," Anne answered, looking up at him, seeing the impassioned look on his face, his mouth open.

"May I take your panties down, darlin'?"

Anne whispered.

They let go of each other. Dave knelt before her in a worshipping position. Anne held her skirt up high for him, had it all bunched up in red ruffles on her hips.

Dave thumped her pretty pink panties and slowly tugged them down over her plush hips, down on her thighs, took them down to her knees. They fell to the floor. Anne stepped out of the pink undies.

He picked them up, held them tenderly, and looked upward at Anne.

"May I keep them, Anne?" he asked heatedly. "Keep them for a souvenir of this exquisite moment with you."

"Yeah, you can keep 'em," Anne said.

His hands lightly feathered up her thighs, feeling the smooth softness.

"Why don't you give my pussy a little suck while you're down there?" Anne whispered.

Dave puckered his lips to her pussy and kissed the gooey muffin, opened his mouth and sucked all of her cunt he could get. He nibbled and chewed lovingly and tenderly.

"Yeah, suck my cunt!" Anne sighed, thrilling to the feeling that raced through her as Dave slurped her sweet pussy.

"Your pussy is delicious, Anne," he whimpered, thrusting his hands behind her and cupping the cheeks of her ass, pinching his fingers into the rippling curves.