Victoria Parker - Wet dream schoolgirl

"You mustn't tell anyone." Mr. Hall said.

"No, I won't, sir. I really won't."

"Did you like what you aw, Miss Peterson?" he asked.

"Did it make you hot? Are you hot now?"

"Oh, sir!" She gulped.

"It did, didn't it? You got hot."

"Well, I got excited."

"You're hot right now, aren't you," he said, and pulled Angie to him, pressed her incredible body to his nakedness, his cock slamming up against her skirt. He kissed her savagely, and his hands fanned out over her amazing ass.

"Boy, you are hot, you're trembling all over," Mr. Hall whispered. His hands cupped her ass firmly.

"You wanna do some of those things I did with Miss Preston, Angie?" he asked huskily.

"I couldn't, sir. I mean, I… uh… never have done… any of…"

Mr. Hall lifted her tiny skirt up over a sweet pair of pussy-packed pink panties. The tight nylon bulged at the crotch in a juicy, wet invitation. He dunked his hand down deep into the sopping pants.

"Like this, when I had my hand in Miss Preston's panties, did that make you hot?" he whispered, his voice husky, deep, full of passion for the lovely lass. His fingers entwined with the sweet blonde coils of hot cunt-hair between her legs, and then he slicked a finger in the gummy, tight slit.

"Ahhhh, oh!" Angie muttered.

"See, you're all wet down there. All wet and sticky. All hot, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

His finger jimmied in and out of Angie's cunt. His knuckles jiggled out the crotch other pink panties. His cock throbbed between them.

"Oh, but, sir. Do you think you should do that?" Angie gasped.

"I won't if you don't want me to," he whispered, "but you like it, just like Miss Preston did. Don't you?"

"I'm playin' in your panties, just like I did with Anne," he said. "And what did she say to me, Angie?"

"Uh… uh. She said, finger me, finger me!"

"That's what she said all right." His finger fucked slowly in and out of Angie's soft cunt, and the feeling that radiated through the girl was a delight to her. She was indeed hot. Very hot.

"And I told her to keep fuckin' my prick with her fist, but you aren't doin' that, Angie," Mr. Hall said.

"Oh, but should I? I mean really, sir. Here in school and stuff."

"Yeah, you should," he said, jiggling his finger in a fluid glide in and out of her pussy. He took his free hand and guided her wrist to his cock. Her fingers slowly gripped the thick, pulsing prick.

"Move your hand in and out, Angie. Pump it on my prick!"

She did this to the delight of the handsome teacher. Her hand was tight around the enlarged stalk of his cock. She pushed the slick, smooth skin in and out, looking up into his impassioned face, seeing the glistening passion in his green eyes.

"Then I asked Miss Preston if I might take her panties down. What did she say, Angie?"

"Oh, oh. She said… she said, please take my panties down."

"Let me hear you say it, Angie."

"Okay. Please take my panties down."

"And you have pretty pink panties like Miss Preston's, too, darling," Mr. Hall said, kneeling in front of the gorgeous girl.

He yanked her pants down, took them to her ankles, and pulled them off. "May I keep your panties, Angie?"

"Oh, I can't. I mean…"

"I'll just take them," he said.

His finger had stayed in her cunt, and he kept sawing it in and out. Then he mashed his face into the V of her legs, his gaping, open mouth sucked like a vacuum on her cunt.

Angie sighed, and she came. The rippling ribbon of delight shuddered her body. She shook all over.

Mr. Hall cupped his hands behind her on her ass and chewed furiously on her cunt as she climaxed. Angie had never felt anything so wonderful. She loved the feel that spread through her luscious body.

Mr. Hall, with his hands on her ass, could feel the tremble, the feeling, the good buzz that swept through Angie. He chomped her virgin cunt, chewed, sucked, and tickled his tongue at her sweet clit.

Dave got up. "When Miss Preston came, I got up and asked her if she wanted to fuck. That's what I did. What did she say, Angie?"

Angie felt faint. She was completely captivated by the thrilling orgasm, by the handsome teacher. She thought she might pass out, but she managed to mumble, "Yeah, I wanna fuck. That's what she said, but sir. I can't. I never fucked. I never did that before!"

Dave held her skirt up high and fisted his cock. He humped down, bent at the knees, and directed the prick-head of his squirting cock right at the lips of Angie's pussy. He didn't put it all the way in, just lodged the head in between her cunt-lips.

"Okay, then I'll just rub the tip of my cock on your pussy. Feel good?" he said.

"Oh, sir… you shouldn't do this…"

Angie muttered, looking down, seeing the shining, glistening cock extended between them, the big red cock-head flubbing her cunt.

"I won't put it all the way in, Angie," he said, jacking his prick, pumping the stalk, mashing the cock-head in a fucking friction on the girl's pussy.

Angie continued watching the teacher pump his cock at her twit. She thrilled to the exquisite feeling that his action gave her. His hand on his cock excited her, the way he underhanded the thick prick-stalk the way he sawed in and out.

Then Angie was on the floor. She knew not how she got there, but she was on her back, her legs spread, knees up, and her skirt fluffed on her waist. Mr. Hall was above her. He was on his knees bending over, still pumping his prick at her pussy.

"Then what did Anne say to me?" he huffed. "Oh, I can't say that word, sir," Angie protested.

"Yes you can. It's a beautiful word. What did she say to me?"

"Oh, sir."

"Come on, tell me, Angie."

"Oh, uh. Fuck! She said fuck. She said fuck me and fuck me!" Angie babbled.

His cock slipped into her slick pussy. He got at least three inches into her, leaned straight over her and stared humping up and down, plugging her pussy with his big prick.

"Oh, darling," he said, his breath hot in her pretty face.

"Should we be fuckin' on the floor like this, Mr. Hall. What if…"

"Yes, we should. Don't you like the way it feels."

"Oh, I do. Yes!"

"Fuckin is wonderful, Angie. Fuckin' like this is an expression of the most intimate love and respect."

Angie's pretty legs were still up at the knees, and she looked good on the floor in her school uniform fucking the teacher. She loved the feel of his prick bulging in her cunt. She floated on a thick cloud of paradise.

She came. Mr. Hall quickly pulled his cock out of her pussy and shoved his finger in. He grabbed his cock and was back on his knees. He beat it wildly and came with her. A big gusher of cream sprayed from the prick-tip and splashed all over Angie's pretty legs, her white, flat belly. Big puddles of cum bubbled on the inside of her thighs, all over her patch of pussy hair, her beautiful belly button.

She stared at the eruption as she shuddered in climax, watched the jizz squirt miraculously from the top of his cock. Her mouth hung open. She tingled all over with that divine feeling of orgasm.

"We're cummin'!" Mr. Hall yipped.

"Feels so good, sir!" she mumbled, squirming beneath him, completely fascinated by the volcanic spray of his hot cum.

"I'm shootin' off!"

"Uh, oh yeah. You're shootin' off, sir!"

"You're cummin' with me, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"I'm beatin' my cock, shootin' my stuff, Angie!"

"You're shootin' on my skirt!"

"Oh, darling!"

Seeing the mature, muscular, handsome man humped over on his knees above her, his wrist and hand in a blurring pump, absolutely thrilled Angie, and another exciting orgasm flashed through her. She writhed on the shiny hardwood floor, a prisoner of Mr. Hall's fucking finger.